@Double Capybara Noted. Did I mess up in one of my posts?
Lord Zee
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@Antarctic Termite Plz master.
I'm probably one of the few people who would actually let my character get beat up enough to be imprisoned. As long as it's within reason of course and makes sense. I also low-key, really like the thought of gaining a new moniker, like 'the chained God' or something along those lines. All in the name of the story!
Regulus
Level 3 God of Civilization (Domestication)
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Level Three God of Perfection (Corruption)
Level 3 God of Civilization (Domestication)
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The Corrupter
Level Three God of Perfection (Corruption)
Larwen knew what had arrived when Regulus came, flying creatures made of flesh and feathers. They were utterly disgusting, but Larwen was use to such ugly creatures his siblings decided to create. They just needed an adjustment, a perfecting, to truly become what they were meant to be. There was few better ways to make Regulus pay for his unwanted intereferance, but it would do all the same. Petty as it was, Larwen would show him how he truly felt for coming to the Anathema's uninvited.
As Larwen flew he came into the mist, but it did nothing but irritate him further. His Zalsarix would not fair well, but the Fae might. It was not long before Larwen cleared the mist, and before him sat the Ocean, a vast blue with little. He did not mind the water itself, but what lay within was the true problem, perhaps he would have to visit his Goldari and populate these waters as well. Then the Vyre, he required them as well.
But such tasks would have to wait, for he had found the Griffons, and his brother. Seemingly riding a top a large creature of the sea. It was bemusing to him, and as he drew closer he spoke in his silky tones, "You are the third God to meddle in my affairs Regulus, and my patience with you lot is growing thin. What purpose is this Mist of yours?"
Regulus let the creature speak. Though he had one response, he took his spear in his hand and threw it at the monstrosity. During this time, his griffins recoiled back away from it.
Larwen was taken back by his brother's display, he barely had time to summon his mace and bat the spear away, before it would have pierced him. Larwen thought that Regulus was a civil God, but it seemed not all of his siblings liked to talk. A tragedy to be sure, but one he could deal with. He noticed the griffins take shelter within Regulus' grasp. Was the god afraid of him? Perhaps he could use that.
Larwen smiled showing his pointed teeth, "Such aggression brother, though it does not bother me. All of you are so... hypocritical. Rebellion, fighting, aggression, these are the traits I've seen so far from the gods. All agaisnt me it seems, never able to see beyond your own hubris. Larwen paused, patting Willbreaker with his non holding hand. "I have a proposition for you Regulus. Dismiss this nuisance from my borders," Larwen motioned towards the mist, "And I will leave that which is precious to you alone."
Regulus grasped his hand, and as he did, Anhur reappeared in it. He could only stare at the monstrosity with malice. He responded by pointing his spear towards the creature.
Larwen shook his head, it seemed that Regulus was fixated upon his demise. It was clear what the God wanted. "A pity that you could not agree. Though I suppose a brute such as yourself lacks the capability for reason. Very well Regulus, your creations shall be Perfected to serve my will."
Larwen then held out Willbreaker, and it began to exude is aura of domination towards Regulus. It would not effect him, but his animals would not fair well.
At first, the griffins began to coward in the presence of Willbreaker, however Regulus tightened his grap on his spear, and it began to glow. As he did, the nearby griffins fell asleep. The Island Turtle began to experience the effects of the divine weapon, but as a more powerful creature, the effect was slower.
Regulus took out of his horn and sounded it, and from it blasted a sudden burst of fog. As that happened, he tapped the back of the Island Turtle and commanded it to move away from the mountains. It was surpisely fast for how big it was.
The Fog wrapped around Larwen, obscuring his vision for but a moment until he was high above it. He saw Regulus retreating from him, and Larwen would let him go, for he was naught but a brute of a god There little dispute taught Larwen several things, but primarily that Regulus would protect his creations at any cost and that, was a weakness.
Aww, that's adorable! Perhaps the gesture will pierce the blackened heart of a corrupt god.
@PyromaniacwolfI have ideas, only time will tell however. :)
@Kho Yes, Larwen has, but the Sullied met a different fate at the forge. You might want to take a look at the sheet created for them.
The Corrupter
Level Three God of Perfection (Corruption)
After his little bout with Telum, Larwen had returned to his proper form and began to reside over the Forge once more. The Zalsarix were proving to be anything but disappointments, and his hordes of Perfected Unsullied grew in size. Remarkably, they retained their ability to catalog themselves into rank and file. Though none of them were Lords or Ladies, several still held sway over large groups of Unsullied and acted as unofficial leaders. This pleased Larwen, for a a mind was a precious tool when put to good use. Unlike their Sullied cousins who, upon further investigation, shown no signs of the same intelligence. More or less just animals, the Sullied would prove useful as soldiers. For the time would be soon when the war against the foul Insect would begin.
However, fate had other ideas. For several days after Telum left, the Zalsarix began to bring back less and less Unsullied. With many leaking blood from hundreds of small holes within their shells. Larwen, in his haste to gather an army, had not thought of what the imperfect Unsullied would do in retaliation. So Larwen questioned several of the higher Unsullied, and learned from them the culprit behind this mess, the Unsullied King Brentylwith. He had marshaled the Unsullied to fight, but it would take much more then sticks to kill a Zalsarix. Such impertinence made Larwen angry, to attack his children, with such crude weapons nonetheless!
The Unsullied would have to be taught a lesson. One that would remind them who they had offended. So Larwen walked to the entrance of Pervanon, at his tow several hundreds of Perfected Fae. With his perception he could see a the fog, magical in nature and obscuring the unnatural parts of the Anathema Mountains, the parts were the Unsullied lived. A new sibling had entered the war, Regulus. It was unfortunate that so many were against him, but Regulus would pay.
He turned to the Fae and spoke, "You are the true inhabitants of these mountains. Noble and splendid in your new perfection. Your kin are misguided, this King knows not his arrogance to attack me. You, my children, you will be my knife that stabs his heart. Go now! Go, capture, kill or do as you please. Reclaim what is yours and remind these heathens the true order of my world.!"
And they gave cheers of excitement, flooding from the mouth of Pervanon to truly begin this war of the Fae. And Larwen watched them go, his sadistic smile revealing in the thrill of what was to come. Larwen then took flight, for there were griffons a foot, and the Forge hungered for imperfection.
@Valorous But... but there are no chicks.
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