The wilds of Node 12 were relentless. Blast of thunder rocked the airscape, sending shockwaves that rippled even into the peace Benea struggled to project against the unstable energies of the node. She walked ahead of the group with her eyes shut tight, having sent Monica and Xavior away from her with the excuse that she needed to concentrate — when in reality she wasn’t keen on them seeing her face contort as it was, with wetness leaking from her eyes as she strained against the world.
It would bend to her will, she demanded it.
A loud crack of lightning answered her thought, blasting shards of rock from the grounds outside her control. She growled at it, her divine energy shaking in her arms as she rebuked the shrapnel, keeping the weather calm in her sphere. Another crack, and another answered her until she was leading her followers through the heart of a raging storm that could tear even a god. The monstrosity of the chaotic world was clear to her as she pushed, her ears deafened by howling spirals of wind and the eruption of lightning.
Benea’s will wavered for just a moment and an explosion of electricity and stone blasted next to her. A mist of jagged stones bloomed from the impact and wincing, she braced for the shards to dig into her — but it never came. The sound of someone else’s flesh entered her ears and she opened her eyes.
A muscular and ugly face was staring at the ground right in front of her. The owner of the face stood with his timber-like arms outstretched, as if to cover as much of Benea as possible. Blood trickled down his rib and turning away from his Goddess, Benea could see a forest of shards wrenched into his back, rivulets of scarlet carving down his swarthy skin.
Standing tall, Benea found her will once again — her protective veil strengthening once more. Her voice turned stern. “Who are you, to jump in front of me?”
Turning back to the goddess, the injured beast of a man bowed low to nearly a right angle. “I am Jermane.”
“Why, Jermane?” Benea couldn’t find her usual tone.
Without straightening his bow, Jermane answered obediently. “For your order, Lady. I remember the words of Peninal, and your words that came after. I stood in awe at your beast, and walked peacefully under your veil. In return for the spirit and dreams you have gifted with your divine might, I return it by giving the power of my flesh and mortality to you.”
“Stand, Jermane.”
The man stood to face Benea, standing well over a foot taller than her. His face was stoic, but not without passion and care in his eyes.
A smile appeared on Benea’s face as her surprise finally faded. “Do you believe mortality really has such power to offer?”
Jermane didn’t shift. “I do.”
“And you wish to use it on me?”
“I do, as you have used yours for me.”
Benea put a hand on Jermane’s shoulder, the shards falling out from his back and his flesh stitching closed. “Then Jermane, I will hold your dream next to mine. You will be the first among many. You are Jermane… my shield.”
Jermane bowed his head again. “My lady.”
Benea is having a rough time getting the mortals safely through Node 12 when finally the node has enough of her and sends an explosion to gut her with shrapnel. Fortunately for Benea, a mortal by the name of Jermane had already spoken an oath to protect her at all costs and tanks the brunt of the shrapnel. He explains his admiration for Benea and so Benea agrees to see his dreams true in exchange for his service, thus he becomes the first paladin of Benea: Jermane, The Shield of Benea.
The pace was slow because of the mortals who trailed the trio of gods, but step by step the entourage was making its way out of the central valley and into the foothills that framed the unstable lands of Node 12’s border. Either due to eagerness or foolishness, the company didn’t rest in the hills but pushed onward until the wild yonder became the wild present.
Pillars of wind tore up the cracked ground that seemed to move in liquid waves and plumes of fire erupted wherever possible. The once midnight purple sky of the valley had given way to a pale red of the unstable lands — and with it the threat of annihilation.
Luckily for all the mortals who decided to follow Benea, the goddess was ready to protect her flock and no sooner did humankind step foot in the unstable land of Node 12, did Benea use her godly powers to bend reality around them, turning the sky into a calm blanket of stars over a still barren, but sedentary ground.
As they walked, Benea held her spell, keeping the immediate weather calm as they made their way forward — up until exhaustion began to smirk in her visage and the pace of the tired humans became apparent. It was time to sleep, something that should have happened in the hills, and it was up to solely Benea (or at least in her mind) to keep the sphere of calm weather up while her entrusted dreamed.
That’s where she found herself, looking quizzically at her sleeping herd, standing next to Monica’s right shoulder while Xavior stood to Monica’s left. The winged goddess looked at her with a contemplative gaze. “Sister, can I help you carry this burden? If there is any way I can aid you, please let me know.” Monica murmured, concern evident in her voice quiet enough not to wake the slumbering humans.
"Worry not, dear sister," Benea's quiet voice hummed back, "I can handle such a burden today… but come the future days, I will need you." Her eyes flickered to Xavior.
"And you. Order depends upon it in such a volatile world."
“And what order, might I ask, would you request my aid in enacting?” the god asked with a level tone tinged with curiosity.
"Where do I begin?" Benea exhaled slowly, her exasperated grin recurling into one of politeness as she smiled at Xavior. "Surely you noticed the chaotic designations of some of our fellows as well as the wilderness of the crucible and gruesome end of Peninal. It's up to us few level headed to make this world the best it can possibly be, free from destruction and chaotic hands. I have need of you, darling, this world has need of you."
“The latter is a need I can serve without a thought” the god replied without hesitation, before seeming to pause to pick his words for a moment and then saying “as to the former, well, while first impressions are going well so far, but you will, I hope, forgive me reserving a full on commitment at this early hour. Not that I won’t pay you back for this” he made a vague gesture to the protective dome keeping the humans safe and the other two gods burden free “and your support at our birthplace in full, as well as give you aid freely in the coming days as a show of good faith. But you will not have me” and on that last he seemed quite firm.
"Oh dear." Benea's eyes widened and she pulled a hand over her mouth. "You misunderstand me, Xavior. I am not attempting to advance upon you in a romantic fashion. Your solidarity is well enough and has my humble appreciation."
The god let out a rather undignified surprised snort of a laugh “That is not what I…” he began to reply, before seemingly giving up and waving the whole final point off along with a “Never mind.”
“Hmm… We will all need each other, I think.” Monica softly remarked, looking between the other two deities with a hint of bemusement. Slowly, she reached out with her wings, and gently brushed both of them, connecting them with feathers pleasant to touch.
Benea looked over at Monica and smiled. "I have a plan, regarding some immediately relevant nodes if you two would want to humor my thinking."
Monica merely nodded while Xavier leaned in with interest.
“So it should be no surprise that I intend to claim Node 12, as we are already nearly there. Node 13 is to be taken by an ally of order, Anak’thas. Node 7 is to be taken by Dzallitsunya… Monica.” Benea put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “You’re to take Node 11.”
Looking at Xavior now, Benea continued. “It may be much of me to ask you to do this for me — but could you escort Monica to Node 11? I’d be beside myself if anything were to happen to her on her way over — such a chaotic land this is. Afterwards, I have two more favors for you, darling.”
Benea flicked her wrist and a tiny scroll appeared in her hand. “Please head East and deliver this letter to Dzallitsunya — keep the ribbon tied, if you will. Then, I’d ask you to claim Node 8 further East. Should this be done, I can then reconnect with dear Anak’thas and we can all — Dzallitsunya willing — convene at Node 7 to discuss the future of the nodes as a solidified unity. The first nodes we should discuss the distribution of are that of the surrounding area… but we can deliberate after everything is in place. Our end result will be a united assembly already in possession of an equally united and stable territory. From there, anything can be done, and in peace.”
A pause as Benea held the letter forward. “Do you understand, dear?”
The god frowned for a moment, before taking the letter in hand and saying“I’ll deliver your letter your letter without removing the ribbon, and, should she” he paused then, and re-addressed the answer to her first request to Monica herself rather than speaking past her “If you agree to head to node 11, and if accept my presence, then I will gladly journey there alongside you.”
Monica bowed her head slightly, and replied. “I would be delighted to travel in your company, Xavior. We shall go to the eleventh node then.”
“I have, however, a request of my own when it comes to the longer term. As I will be holding off so long on claiming a node and laying down roots” he said, while lightly twirling the note in between his fingers “I would request that you both use a touch of your strength to grant me access to your nodes, specifically so that I might borrow the knowledge held within. If I understand our creator’s gifted wisdom correctly, accumulating a connection to more nodes will provide ever greater innovations to be shared with mortals, and as I am to be traveling through several before making my mark on the world, I think you can see the potential of this paying dividends in the future, yes?”
"Don't fret, dear Xavior," Benea offered a kind smile, "you of course will have access to my node — we are indeed unified are we not? If all goes according to the idea of a unified front, there will be 5 nodes shared between us founders."
“Before I set off?” the god pushed.
"Sweet Xavior," Benea crinkled a brow. "My power has already been spent in joining your decision to protect the neutral area as well as tender mortality from the wilds we find ourselves in."
“Unfortunate” he said with a frown, only to smile just a little and then suggest “Of course, I still have some left, thanks to your taking up the burden of protection, so we could always do it in reverse. I claim this one and share it with you instead.”
“Now there’s an idea,” Benea smiled wide. “We switch roles! I’ll escort Monica and deliver my words to the East, you stay here and tend to the mortals. Lucky for you, I can easily write down the plans for Node 12 for your possession. A splendid solution I must say.”
The god raised an eyebrow at the sudden turn, and then stroked his beard thoughtfully at this different way of doing things and then finally saying “I suppose I do not need to be present for a node to be shared with me. Why, if you go along and request/provide that sharing once your strength has returned, then I could enact all of the advancements and impart all of the gifted of wisdom right here, where the mortals already reside,” before adding more offhandedly “and I’m sure your suggestions on how to use the area would be most welcome as well”
“Oh!” Benea was clearly excited as she gripped Xavior’s shoulder. “You’re precisely right.” A hand came down and she tapped the letter in Xavior’s hand, the parchment changing to vellum (and the word changing from letter to list). “I knew I could trust in your judgment. I’ll escort Monica and then reach out to you after my meetings with the other two are completed, and hopefully we will be then convening in Node 7 for our summit.”
Benea pulled away from Xavior. “Until then, dear, please do mind that the first thing you do after stabilizing the node is to create a gentle landscape for our flock. They are most weary and would benefit from meadows, babble streams, and flowers, don’t you think? After settling them, please do them justice and teach them the ways of tools as well. It can only benefit their living.”
She shook her head and her voice fell into a quiet contentment. “Excuse me, Xavior, I seem to be spouting what’s already on the list a little too freely. I trust in you to get the job done, of course.”
“I don't see why speaking freely would be an issue.” Xavier admitted before asking, rhetorically, “What is there on this list of recommendations that could need to remain a secret after all, and from whom present would it need to be kept? Besides, you will, of course, be there for the start of this so there is plenty of time for discussion. Unless you wish for me to take over so that you can both be away as soon as possible?”
Letting out a single shrill laugh, Benea closed her eyes in humor. “You silly thing, of course there are no secrets. I simply don’t want to be redundant.” She opened her eyes to give the god a sly and perhaps coy look. “We are getting ahead of ourselves now, and the time to wake up is quickly approaching.”
Looking over at Monica, Benea curled a gentle smile. “Are you ready to move on, darling?”
Monica looked over the sleeping humanity, sharing the same expression as her sister, and she answered with another nod of assent. Her gaze turned back to Xavior, a wistful glitter in her silver eyes. “Farewell, until we all meet again.” Then she was ready to begin the next step of her journey beside Benea.
“We have a few steps together, yet,” Benea corrected before falling from the other two and walking towards the slumbering people.
Benea protects a horde of humans from the unstable lands while talking with Xavior and Monica about next steps. They decide that having Xavior capture node 12 while Benea brings Monica to capture node 11 is ideal. After, Benea intends on visiting Sunya and Anak to found a new order among the gods.
“Thank you, dear,” Benea turned her radiant smile to Xavior. “I’m excited for you to join me and Monica in our little journey. I’m sure a lot is to be said as we walk and so we shouldn’t dally too much longer.”
The goddess turned to place her hand on the tomb of Peninal and closed her eyes for but a moment. Opening them, she looked to Hydra, the beast lifting a head in response to the stimuli.
“You be a good boy, okay?”
A tongue flicker.
“Aww, I know you will be.”
Another flicker. Hydra wrapped it’s mighty tail around the node twice before pressing its body against it like a brooding parent. Two heads continued the wrap while the third presented itself to Benea for a final tap on its snoot. Content with her creation, Benea let her fingers fall from its scales and took her first few steps away from the node and the tomb. Her perfectly white dress trailed behind her, picking up no stains or disturbing a single blade of valley grass as it did.
The long sleeves of her costume fell past her wrists as she held her hands low, hiding all but the very tips of her fingers as she walked. Clearing past Monica, her voice rang out. “Come, darling, we have a walk ahead of us.”
Without looking back, she continued her stroll down the gentle slopes of the valley. A small gathering of mortals started to follow her, having been piqued from her speeches at the node. From that, even more followed the gathering, having nowhere else to go, and from that, even more. This continued until a stream of mankind was following Benea north — her quest having begun.
Benea thanks Xavior and says goodbye to Peninal and Hydra before prodding Monica to follow her. Benea exits the area, but not before a train of mortality starts to follow her as she heads for Node 12
"Of course." Benea's eyes softened on Monica, her smile crinkling the edges of her visage. She gave Monica's hand a gentle pat. "How could I be anything but your sister?"
Turning from Monica and looking up at the node, Benea pinched her chin in thought — a small wince in her eye as her sight passed over Eleanna. "Xavier is correct in his assessment. This node should remain neutral until further discussion can be had, though I cannot simply stay here and wait until then."
Benea turned to Monica, as if she had the answer. “Perhaps a guardian? I think that’s a wonderful idea…”
With a snap of her fingers, the ground began to shake and swell around the node. The snap resounded in the air, as if commanding whatever was shaking the ground to hurry up and then all at once, a great figure burst from the valley floor. It was large, much larger than any of the gods, and had a body covered in cream colored scales that gave it a naked appearance. Chunks of stone were caught in the spines that poked from its armored hide.
In total, the beast was one of four legs and a tail as long as its neck — or necks. Three necks stretched from the broad body, each topped with a snake-like face with rows of teeth that stabbed out from its lips, giving its mouths the image of a saw. Each eye was bright and intelligent, though uneasily filled with violent energy — up until it looked down upon Benea.
The beast as big as a hill seemed to soften at the sight of its creator, simpering into the demeanor of a puppy. Greedily it bowed the nuzzle of its three snake-faces close to the goddess’ hand in hopes to be touched, and Benea obliged.
Placing a hand flat on the snout of the middle head, Benea cooed. “I think this fellow will do the job justice. Indiscriminate and noble, he will guard the node. Won’t you?”
A forked tongue flickered from the maw of the beast, as if agreeing with Benea and the goddess smiled. “That’s a good Hydra. Keep this cradle of life safe for the sake of order, won’t you?”
Another flicker and Benea tapped her hand against the snout again before turning to Anak’thas. “But thus, the time I can spend here is coming to an end. We have a world to organize, and I think I might enjoy your company if you meant your words truly. Shall you come with me?”
Her eyes darted to Monica right after. “And you?”
Benea leaned her hand on the node, resetting Eleanna’s work as she looked past Monica to also address Xavier and then Dzillatsunya. “Or you?”
Benea assures Monica that they are in fact close sisters and then Benea agrees with Xavier to keep node 18 neutral and so she creates the Hydra to protect the neutrality before offering Anak’thas and a few others a chance to leave the node with her
“OH my sweet younger sister!” An angelic voice coddled. The sing-song sound had come from a goddess who stood beside the head of Peninal. It was unclear when she had moved there, but there she stood, taking her hands off the head of the dead god and clasping them at her waist. She stood like a calla lily, dressed in flowing white, with creme colored hair (just as long) to match, and eyes that looked like chamomile flowers by the pupil: alabaster around mellow gold.
Her name was Benea and she held a small pouting smile on a gentle face, as if something pitiful had happened or as if Monica had scraped her knee. She shook her head so gently, her hair barely shifted. “How awful of the little black bird to put you in such a spot.”
Benea stepped beside her declared younger sister and pressed her shoulder against Monica’s as she addressed the bird, as if showing some sort of sistership. Even though her words were aimed at Tael, her eyes couldn’t help but glance at the others.
“Don’t you know?” She started simply. “Following the simple task of our fallen friend will paint you a clear picture of the error of your words.” A white smile.
“My dearest Monica is unable to do as you said, in fact most of us are, and how dare somebody push sweet Monica to such a position. Don’t you know why? Haven’t you heard?”
A pause.
“Why the crucible isn’t as forgiving and kind as our dearest, and will pervert and manipulate even the kindest hearts, stamping the world with a corrupted will no matter the intention. No, taking all the nodes and holding it until the triggering event is one thing, but the world will still be just as doomed unless the beholder has something my sweet Monica is lacking: an insurmountable will and clear and ordered plan. Such a strong and unyielding sense of how things should be and the will to back it up are one of the only few things that can survive the triggering event.”
She shook her head at Tael again. “But you likely just didn’t know, so don’t be ashamed. I’m sure most of us here were unaware of such a fact — how perverted of the nodes — I understand.”
Her eyes brightened. “Oh but since you had brought it up!” Turning to the others, her grin grew wide. “Let us start such an order, and place a well unmovable will at the fore…. And don’t you fret.” Benea gripped Monica’s shoulder. “Our beloved will still be a happy participant in the greater order.”
Benea disagrees with Tael and supplants herself as Monica’s older and wiser sister. She then says that a true order needs to be formed, with an unshaking will at the head — or the triggering event will corrupt the weak will of whoever took the nodes.
The sky was bruised red and black. Sickly clouds scabbed the wounded atmosphere and the sounds of battle shook the air. Dust clinged low to the cobbled ground and siphoned upwards into every breath. The courtyard was painted the same colors as the sky, blood splattered from fallen soldiers. Between the stone walls of the palace complex, mobs of enemies fought in an endless flood. White armor was caked in dirt and clean steel was already rusting from gore. Ears popped and the nose revolted as the struggle forever pushed closer and closer to the steps at the far end of the open courts.
Sitting silently at the top of the steps was a node, a black cylinder of a glossy and alien material that contrasted the alabaster palace that protected it. It was ten meters wide and stood as tall as a regular man, or at least what could be seen of it. Beneath the flagstones, beneath the stairs, beneath the palace and the very earth itself, the cylinder stretched endlessly.
Standing between the node and those who had come to take it stood two figures, panting and tired. One stood taller than the other, and her voice was calm and collected despite the scene. She wore the armor of a queen, in splendid whites and pure creams. Her right hand didn’t stand as tall as her, and his face was twisted with anxiety, eyes bouncing over the enemy lines that pushed ever closer.
“Stop fretting,” the Queen cooled, her voice more compassionate than demanding. This only served to twist her Champion’s face even more.
“How can I?” Was all the Champion managed. “Time is almost up.”
“And we’ve almost won,” the Queen added. “Don’t fret, Peninal”
The air suddenly fell still. Peninal squinted, the battle still raged in front of him but he couldn’t hear it. His sword shook in his hand, he could feel something curdle in his stomach. He exhaled, and his breath came out in a frigid cloud. Snapping his eyes over to Queen Olipha, he saw her breath was condensed as well, ears still silent. Despite her attitude, he could see concern entering her visage. Her lips moved. No sound.
A ring blasted in his ears as sound came rushing back. It came back as an explosion erupted over the fighting. Clouds of frozen air plumed from the battlefield and icy wind punched into the soldiers, friend and foe alike. Frozen gore burst from the wounds and cries of pain challenged the eruption. Hail started to fall from the sky, plunking off of metal and Peninal grit his teeth.
“He’s here.”
The ground shook again and one of the courtyard walls began to collapse, summoning a tsunami of dust and debris. Fighting slowed as casualties started to grow and from the clouds of ice and dust came two terrible eyes. A figure made of shadows and ice came gliding through the mess, the eyes stuck on his otherwise nondescript face. Soldiers of white charged him, but each exploded into mists of hail and gore before they could get close enough. Peninal tightened his grip on his blade and took a step forward.
“Peninal!” Olipha barked, stopping him mid step. Before he could ask what she intended, the Queen stepped past her Champion.
“My queen, what are you doing?”
“Hold, Shadowed One!” Olipha ignored Peninal, her words shooting at the approaching figure. “You’ve already lost, the end of the crucible is nigh — all this death is in vain!”
Peninal could hear the anger seep into her words. “You have nothing to gain here! You have nothing!”
“No…” Garravar’s voice came like a winter’s breath. “I have nothing to gain… but you have everything to lose.”
Olipha raised her spear and Peninal raised his sword, but both were too slow. A blade of ice had formed in Garravar’s hands and was already shooting past Olipha’s guard. The Queen’s armor rent with a scream and the blade plunged into her chest.
Peninal’s eyes widened in shock, pupils shaking with fear. His sword slipped from his hand and clattered on the courtyard floor. Garravar’s eyes snapped to him and he could feel the unseen grin grow on his enemy’s face.
“Brother of Yargindal, Peninal the Coward,” Garravar goaded. “I see you were forced in his place, how foolish.”
A pause. A pulse of red waved across the sky, as if it were a beating heart. Garravar pointed a crooked finger upwards. “The triggering event is nearly here and… all the nodes do not belong to one…. anymore. “ Peninal could still feel that grin.
“What do you think will happen?”
Peninal looked down at his Queen, the blood leaking out of her chest now pooling around her lumped form. His fingers were shaking, and he could feel adrenaline in his veins.
“You better run, Little Peninal,” Garravar’s voice came again. “Before the triggering event makes a fool of you and your beloved.”
Against his will, or so it seemed, Peninal started to back up, his boots guiding him up the stairs. His eyes were stuck on Olipha as he climbed towards the node. Garravar himself started slowly approaching, forcing Peninal to walk faster and faster, until he was nearly running backwards up the stairs. The sky pulsed.
“You’ll have to be faster than that…” Garravar almost laughed. “Come, isn’t this what you and your fellowship desired? Isn’t this the fruits of your labors? Go on, the nodes await your will, Peninal.”
The champion’s back bumped off of the node, he had gone as far as he could. His hand touched the cold glossy surface. Garravar stood just in front of him, only a few feet out and at the top of the stairs. Peninal’s hand that touched the node began to glow.
“Let’s hope you can claim it fast enough,” Garraval stepped forward. “Do you think you can?”
Ice started to form around Garraval’s spear, putting a toothed edge on the blade of the weapon and serrating its deadly angles. “Olipha was awfully silent, Yargindal was awfully loud, where do you think you will fall?”
Peninal opened his mouth but then closed it.
Garravar tilted his head. “Hm? You have words?”
Peninal could feel it in his chest as he opened his mouth again, but only a squeak escaped.
“I suppose you don’t,” Garravar leveled his spear and placed the frozen tip on Peninal’s chestplate.
“You…” Peninal found his voice and Garravar cocked his head
“You… will fall.”
Gore exploded from both of Peninal’s hands and his finger bones erupted and shattered. The cloud of blood snapped back to his arms in the shape of a glistening blade and with one swift movement, he slammed the bloody weapon into Garravar’s stomach. A hoarse grunt came from the enemy, only to turn into a croaking chuckle.
“F-fast…”
The sky pulsed.
The node started to glow.
Peninal started to glow.
The sky pulsed.
Welcome to the Crucible
In the center of a great green valley sat a node. The node was a strange cylinder of an even stranger glossy black material. By all means it was indestructible and sat a great many meters above the ground. It was about ten wide and as far as anyone knew, it stretched infinitely below the ground, never to be dug up or removed.
Above this scene was a blue sky, the only blue sky present on the crucible. The rest of the lands outside of this node’s valley were shrouded in a bruised red and black atmosphere, scarred with chaotic storms and unstable elements. But here in these lands, birds sang without care and primitive humans opened their eyes for the first time.
The only thing that contrasted the valley was a god, a god clad in broken armor. He sat against the node, breathing heavily and painted in his own blood. Both his hands were missing and slowly leaked gore flaked with frost. His chest heaved, and as his eyes opened to witness the faces of the gods who would be taking over this new crucible, he groaned.
“I have failed…” Peninal’s words were low and pitiful. He let his head fall back onto the node, his vision drifting upwards to the sky above. He winced in pain and swallowed a dry throat. Licking his lips, he started again, his voice cracked.
“Listen quickly…” He found confidence in the moment, his life barely clinging. “You have to collect all the nodes before the next triggering event, the next end times.” A groan. “The nodes will bend to the will of whoever collected them all… make sure they have a strong will… unlike my own. Touch my head, you will have my knowledge of the nodes... I can’t…”
His voice trailed and his eyes started to grow dim. “I can’t hold…”
A dribble of blood began to run out of the corner of his mouth. “I can’t…”
Peninal’s chest stopped moving and his voice fell silent. His face stayed frozen as if he had something to say still, but any who looked in his glassy eyes knew he was no longer there. Peninal had died, and yet you all were born…
Beside the dead Peninal sits a stone pedestal, upon it an interactive map of the world, and behind him stands the only stable node this world has.
Please do this at the end of your posts. In this post we have Peninal, the last of the old gods die after resetting the crucible by mistake. He warns you all of the triggering events and offers his head to be touched so you can have all his knowledge of the nodes. Touching his head will give your god all the ooc information about the nodes and world. There is also an interactive map that your god can fiddle with to plan and learn.
@Commissar The will is perfect, the form is good, and the personality is nice. I'm wondering if we can get more on their personality though? I dunno, I kinda just want more.
I'm not really a bird.
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Where did I play,
A land of twisted branches,
A kingdom of clay,
A swamp of memories,
A never-ending day,
Where did I run,
Across the dawn,
Through the sun,
Across the sky,
Through laughs and fun,
Where did I walk,
Pristine grass green,
White cliffs of chalk,
Pools of sky so blue,
Orchard stones that talk,
Where did I sit,
By the gates of silver,
Near endless pit,
By forever horizon,
You may remember it.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I'm not really a bird.<br><br><div class="bb-center">-0-<br><br>Where did I play,<br>A land of twisted branches,<br>A kingdom of clay,<br>A swamp of memories,<br>A never-ending day,<br><br>Where did I run,<br>Across the dawn,<br>Through the sun,<br>Across the sky,<br>Through laughs and fun,<br><br>Where did I walk,<br>Pristine grass green,<br>White cliffs of chalk,<br>Pools of sky so blue,<br>Orchard stones that talk,<br><br>Where did I sit,<br>By the gates of silver,<br>Near endless pit,<br>By forever horizon,<br>You may remember it.</div></div>
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