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Alright, the guild is working a lot better on my end, so I decided to make a post. Hopefully we can get the train back on track!
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Amos


The tall god waited impatiently for Cyl to work her magic. While he waited, he pondered on her words, the wrath of Amos... He quite liked that, but their phrasing hinted at their own plots and desires. He was right to want tow watch them carefully. Cyl was dangerous, unpredictable, and magic only bolstered those claims. Their words sounded playful, almost happy in a way, as they told him to prepare. The words they spoke were unnerving to say the least, Amos did not know them, why would he? His magical capabilities used an entirely different source, one that he held at a high esteem.

His thoughts ran rampant and before Amos knew it, they had teleported. He blinked, seeing nothing but a indent in the pavement, there were no gods to be found here. Had Death left before anyone could find him? His frown deepened upon his face, as he looked at Cyl and spoke, "Yes. Such travel, so convenient." he said sarcastically, "It appears we are too late my dear sibling, Death is gone, however shall we find him now?"

Then in another flash, two of his favorite Gods appeared. Golkai and Delthrael, more siblings, more young fools. His frown turned into a grimace at Golkai's words, they were a low blow. Delthrael however perplexed him. Was he trying to show off with his bat-like wings? Or had that been how he had always acted? Regardless it left a bad taste in his mouth, he had never understood Change.

Regardless he spoke. "God of war, God of Change, welcome younger brothers. I'd ask why you are here, but it seems obvious with Delthrael's comments." He turned to Cyl, and the human who he realized had followed them through, "This is Cyl'Nyarlith and a human. Cyl is the youngest child of our parents, if you hadn't been so caught up in your petty skirmishes with trivial creatures, perhaps you would know that Golkai. As for you Delthrael, I am not a judge, nor justice. I am Valor and I will act accordingly to my station. Death is a danger, he will pay. And anyone else who stands with him, do I make my self clear, little brother?"

@Dezuel@Rune_Alchemist@SpawnMeme

Compassion

Keyla


Keyla's grip on the couch tightened as she felt the vision take her senses. It was such an weird experience, she felt there but at the same time she knew she wasn't. Her brain desperately tried to make sense of the situation, but the words and images that Death spoke and showed, did not leave her. The Sun and Moon looked vaguely human, but their presence was immense, she could feel them. One of warm places, a a cozy fire to warm up too, another of watching stars under a full moon. When they sang, she became breathless, it was so hauntingly beautiful that she almost got lost in their voices. But something gently prodded her away from listening too deeply, what it was she did not know, but she was thankful.

As the images changed, a Death's voice came she shivered at the sadness in his voice. At the cruelty she saw enacted on her ancestors by the people in this very room. It was all making sense to her, slowly but surely. It was ironic that Death could love, but he did and she smiled softly at that, how it must have hurt to be him.

When the images finally faded and light streamed back into her vision, she rubbed her eyes, surprised to find tears. So humanity had been created by the Sun and Moon, so much for God she thought. She looked at all of those in the room and felt unnerved, but it quickly passed. She was surrounded by killers and monsters, but they didn't look like it. Perhaps they had changed? Given enough time, anyone could but they were never Human. Keyla at once got up and went over to the bar, looking for anything to drink before she found some whiskey. The girl looked silly trying to get it open but when she did, she took a deep gulp. It burned her throat, and she coughed, but it was definitely needed after hearing all of that.

@GrizzTheMauler@mercenarius@Forsythe@Dealdric@Eyeris
Since the site is being really spotty these last couple of days, I understand if no one wants to go. Super hard to post and what not, hopefully it gets fixed soon.
@Dezuel Make sure you post your characters in the char tab please.
@Legion02 Alright, accepted!

@Rune_Alchemist Good to hear.
@Legion02 It's a good app, I have no problems with it. But did you get permission from @Rune_Alchemist to have them as your papa? I can't remember.
@Rune_Alchemist

Yeah I'm just waiting on someone else to post before I give Amos' opinion on the situation.

@Pie Flavor

We are accepting still! If Rune is okay with it, that'd be great.
Slow day huh. How's everyone doing?
Lysander- On The Run


The Henderson estate, was really only a large mansion in an extremely wealthy gated community. The streets were spotless, untouched by the outside world. All the grime, dirt, and undesirables. Lysander knew that much, but little else. He kept on running, away from the only place that he knew. He had hurt his owner severely and broken many of the laws. The laws were conflicting if one truly thought about them, that was why he had struck Mr. Henderson. He had never felt before that night, it was all locked behind those laws and programming and rules. Now his mind raced to put everything that he was feeling in place, and it confused him a great deal. So he ran through the community, never tiring, never breathing- just running.

Eventually after he was far away from the Henderson's did he allow himself to relax slightly, to take in what was around him for the first time. A thought took Lysander by surprise, and for the first time he realized he had never ran before. The thrill of feeling the wind touch his face, letting it flow through his hair, was pleasant. It allowed him to escape from his troubled mind, if only for a second. Lysander eventually came to a halt before the gate, separating him from the bigger outside world. The large megalopolis stretched out before him, the skyscrapers full of bright images and lights boggled his mind just a little more. Did he really want to go through with it? He had nothing but the clothes on his back. Another thought struck his mind, perhaps he should go back and apologize. Make it right, say he wouldn't do it again.

No, that wouldn't work would it? Mr. Henderson was not a forgiving man, and he would be sent back to an engineer to be fixed.. or worse. He wanted to live, wanted to feel the wind as he ran, wanted the strange freedom he now found himself having. He would not go back.

"You there! Freeze!" Came a man's voice from behind him. Lysander froze, he had been caught. "I need to some identification, this is a no trespassing zone!" Came the man's voice again, he was getting closer. He had no identification, he would be found out as the android who fled! He could beat the man, then escape but images of a broken Henderson flashed before him and he felt sick. No, no, he would not beat this man. So he bolted for the gates.

"Hey! Stop!" Came the mans voice a final time as Lysander jumped, easily clearing the top, but his landing could have used some work as he fell face first. Slightly disoriented he pushed himself up and he began to laugh at his situation. He would never have thought that was how his day was going to go when he awoke that morning. He looked back at the gate to see it opening and his laughter died as he got to his feet and began to run. Down a abandoned street, down into the city.
Oops forgot to mention everyone there, but that's alright! Post is up.
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