There was a strange sensation, then a pop, and suddenly Orvus was upon Veradax in a thicket of dust as a fierce wind blew all around him. He could see nothing, but with a silent command the storm moved off, leaving him in blissful silence as he took in the view for the first time. He stood upon the broken remains of a sky temple, one he no doubt destroyed when the moon shattered. It now floated alone, above and endless expanse of grey and bleakness. He looked up to see Galbar, bright and blue with patches of land and green. It was a beauty he could never appreciate.
Orvus fell to his knees then and his hands stretched out on the cold stone. A single tear of light fell down his face and shattered on the floor, like glass breaking. He knew not why the tear had come, only that it had, and just like that, it was gone forever. His thoughts turned to the battle with Phystene, how he had made her scream and his promise. They would die together and if not, then he was nothing more than a lier. But such a battle would have consequences. There were other deities who were inclined to nature, to life. And they would create beings with souls, creatures he would never be able to feel or touch. Was it intentional? Did they even know the depths of their cruelty? Or perhaps… Perhaps he was simply petty. Jealous even. That they could create such life willingly and bask in it’s radiance, it did nothing but sicken him.
Orvus knew, deep down, that his purpose was to destroy. To end creation. So why go against it? No, it was time to truly embrace what he was, no more second thoughts. So his mind turned back to his siblings, and he found himself in even more questions. Would they band together? Would they come for him? His hands clenched into fists as he let the word, the dreaded word, escape his very being.
”Yes…” For he knew, and speaking it only validated his belief.
However, his hands unclenched after the word had gone. It left him with a new perception. He would welcome them with open arms, and strangle their bodies in his cold embrace. He would make them suffer just like he suffered and if they were to kill him, he would make sure that their victory would be for nothing. He was selfish, he did not want to die, but there was a simple truth he faced. He was but one, and many they were. That meant he needed to act with precision to achieve his goals, and well out of way of prying eyes.
The god of desolation stood up, and gazed out at Veradax again. There was no better place suited for the work that needed to be done. In the quiet of the moon, where no God would willing go.
He jumped down and began to walk.
Orvus eventually came to a mountainous region, and it was there he found a deep, twisting valley. The mountain’s walls were jagged and sharp and rose high above his head, further encasing the valley in a deep shadow. Almost as black as night. The ground was not covered in dust here, giving way to the natural color of Veradax’s tanish soil. Large cracks ran through the dirt like ravines, but Orvus forged his own path through the winding trail until he at last came to the end.
There was nothing there of course, no secrets or forgotten treasure, just a dead end. Never one to be disappointed with his own wanderings, Orvus had walked through the valley with purpose. Ever since the battle with Phystene, and the powers they had unleashed, Orvus had been fixated with the creation of the anglers. He had seen them with his own eyes, and he had felt their pain. Their hunger. Their insatiable appetite for souls. What had made them so special? What was it that allowed him to feel them? Their endless pain was but an extension of their being, no it did not define them.
It was their souls. They were but a rope, fraying at the ends. Unraveling, losing one’s self, one’s purpose. He had promised Phystene that they could not die until every soul was wiped from existence. He lacked the means to truly purge every soul, but he could accelerate the process.
This gave way to a new line of thinking, upon the origin of souls themselves. From what he could remember, he and his kin were not the only ones to enter the universe, that much was abundantly clear, but there was no life then, no vessels to inhabit. So what had happened to them? Orvus widened his perception once more, opening himself so that he might see reality for what it was. He looked around but saw nothing. Veradax was a truly bleak place it seemed, even devoid of life. He looked up so that he might look to Galbar once more, but his view was obscured, however, he did see something perplexing.
Ash. Motes of ash, silently floating past Veradax and upon closer inspection, Orvus knew what it was. The remnants of a soul, burned to ash so that it might be reborn. There was a certain poetry to it, one that could be admired but Orvus was not one to admire. So too could he see the great pyres, burning in the distance like pinpricks of light. That would need further investigation, but for another time.
This soul ash would prove most useful for what was to come. A stepping stone for greater projects. He raised his hand, and the ground before him shook as cracks grew larger, providing the first sounds to admonish Veradax with sickening finality. From the dry earth a blackness rose, twisting and elongating at the top. It grew taller then he and had a thick base. The object began to reverberate a deep hum, and when it at last stopped taking shape, it pulsed once with a white glow. This glow seeped into the structures cracks, giving off an otherworldly glow. Before Orvus sat a tree of orvium, a monument of decay. It held no leaves, but twisting branches coming into sharp points. It was everything Phystene’s trees were not but yet so much more.
It’s purpose began upon the onset of its creation, and the soul ash from up above, were pulled into it’s mighty trunk. In time, it would bear its fruit. For this, Orvus would have to wait. It’s creation had drained him surprisingly and he was tired. Why was he so tired? Slowly, Orvus made his was to the base of the tree, and sat against the trunk. He shut his eyes as his last thoughts were what dreams would haunt him.
Orvus arrives upon Veradax and in the midst of a dust storm. He waves a hand and the storms buggers off. For the first time he takes in the view of his sphere and finds it sufficient.
He has a moment where he reflects upon what happened with Phystene and comes to the conclusion others will come for him.
This prompts him to start thinking about plans and souls and all that.
He finds his way to a secluded valley and creates a Monument.
He sleeps.
Started With: 3MP & 0FP
-3MP For a monument of Decay
Portfolios: 10/10FP Towards Asteroids Unlock > Not Purchased 3/5 Towards Decay Unlock > Not available for Purchase.
Orvus walked for an age and as he meandered aimlessly, the murky blackness gave way to lighter waters. The crushing weight of the depths lessened with each slow step, not that he could even feel such a difference anyways. So too did the cold water turn warmer, and with such warmth, came creation. He noticed first the microscopic plankton, and was intrigued by such small beings. What purpose did it they have? Then he came upon fish, colorful creatures that swam up to him with curiosity, only to flee as he tried to reach out for them. This game continued on as he walked through rocks bursting with life in the clear waters. He cocked his head, having not a clue what any of it actually was. It was all so alien to him.
Then Orvus felt a presence, one he had not felt since Seihdhara had come after him. This one was not Seihdhara, but another of his kin. He knew her name, for that had been one of the only gifts the architect had decreed they should be given in this miserable existence. She was Phystene.
Just as Orvus had felt Phystene, she too had detected him. She started to make her way towards him, not rushing but definitely with purpose. The sealife flocked towards her and, unlike with Orvus, seemed contented to remain in her presence, some even touching her as they swam by. The goddess enjoyed their presence for a few moments before telling them to disperse. She didn’t know Orvus’ temperament and didn’t want to put her creations in unnecessary danger. Narzhak, probably without even realizing it, had crushed numerous plants just a few hours ago.
“Orvus?” Phystene called out as she neared the other deity. “What brings you to this area?”
He heard her voice before he gazed upon the form of his sister goddess. He had never seen such green before, for her body was ripe with it. It was her eyes that intrigued him most, glowing as they were, just like his own. He stopped a far distance away, motionless in the water. Orvus digested her words, and after a long, tense moment, he spoke.
”You are Phystene?” he asked quietly before continuing without waiting for an answer. ”What is… all this?” he asked again with a hint of curiosity in his voice. He avoided answering the second question, there was no point in reminding himself of failure.
“I am.” Phystene answered, tilting her head to the side slightly at his second question. She slowly looked around in an effort to find something that felt out of place, something that Orvus would have cause to question, and found nothing. After a moment she answered “Water?”
Orvus stared at his sister, his eyes empty of expression as he listened to her three words. He tilted his head, then looked around again. He knew what water was, had he not been specific? What had he done wrong?
”No. This.” Orvus said before gesturing to the coral, and the fish. ”Do you know not what these are?” he asked.
“Ah.” Phystene’s eyes widened slightly as Orvus pointed at her latest creations. “I’m sorry. They felt so natural to me that it didn’t even occur to me that they were what you were asking about.” She looked at the new coral reef, a warm smile spreading across her face. “They are plants and animals. My gifts to this otherwise barren world.” She shifted her gaze back to Orvus as she asked “Are they not beautiful?”
Orvus listened to Phystene intently, taking away all that he could from her answer. Plants. Animals. Nature. So Orvus looked upon the fish and coral again, suddenly having the urge to know them. He saw that they existed as they were, as they always would be and unsatisfied, Orvus delved deeper. For a time there was a long silence as he focused. A flicker of light here and there caught his attention, with more and more popping on all around him and at last, his entire vision became one of light. Thus he perceived their very souls. Orvus took a step back as he took in the raw information. The fish pulsed with vibrancy, like blips of light swimming all around. The coral were but a mass of lights, flickering with color and humming with existence. Even the plankton housed a soul of their own, dainty as they were.
It was all blinding to Orvus and he closed his eyes. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of information and his own opinions. As he went over everything, he realized that he would never be able to feel such creations, or the life they carried with them. The warmth, the blissful ignorance of the world all around them. It was not for him, and he grew jealous of this fact. Of this life. What made them so special? And at last, it clicked. It was the soul.
Their souls. His own was not… was not like theirs, if he even possess such a thing anymore. He was a being of ichor and essence, they were not. Even Seihdhara, she must have had a soul. It would only explain...Yes...that meant...all of his siblings had souls. He could not feel any of them unless it was of pain.
His eyes snapped open as he spoke in but a whisper, ”No…Why is it all so wrong?” He turned his head to look at Phystene directly. His eyes now expressing anger, ”What have you done?” he demand.
“Pardon?” She asked, her momentary confusion evident. “There is nothing wr-” A look of steel entered her eyes as she gazed into his. “What have I done?” She quietly echoed, her voice belying none of the anger she felt. “I have granted them” She gestured towards the fish, coral, and seaweed, “the greatest gift of all. Life. I have helped turn this barren ball of rock and water into a vibrant place. Look around you. And I mean really look. Can you truthfully say that this world would be better without my creations?”
”This universe would be better without anything. Without anyone. Without even me.” Orvus said sadly, beginning to tremble slightly. “You have… You have diluted them with this… life of yours. You have created them so that I cannot feel them. Do you have any idea how cruel that is?” he said with a mix of anger and sorrow in his voice.
The steel in Phystene’s eyes faded away, only to be replaced by pity. “How much… less this universe would be without us. Without you. I know not why you you cannot feel my creations, but it was not because of any desire or malice on my part. Come here,” She held a green hand out towards him, “and let’s see if I can show you the universe from my point of view.”
Orvus looked at her outstretched hand, and for a split second his eyes expressed longing but they flashed back to hatred. He began to shake his head, he did not believe her. He couldn’t. His siblings were everything he was not, and that made their existence a lie.
His trembling increased, and the stars on his body began to grow with intensity.
”No…” he whispered. ”Don’t you understand? You would never be able to show me your view. Intentional or not, your creations are wrong. They always will be. But I am fortunate sister. For I can show you my world. I can show you what it’s like not able to feel. To be touched.”
His aura then erupted around his body as he began to walk towards Phystene, instantly vaporising the sea life in close proximity to him. That which his aura it did not destroy outright, lost all of its color, turning grey and lifeless. Even the water itself began to turn foul. The coral became brittle, the fish… the fish withered. He paused, an idea springing to his mind, but Phystene’s voice caught his attention.
“Enough!” Phystene demanded, her voice taking on the austere tone of a mother about to severely punish a misbehaving child. The hand she had offered Orvus now clenched in a fist. “You will cease this madness now or,” She took a step towards him, “I will make a point of filling every square inch of this universe with life. Not just Galbar, not just what lays beyond it. I will follow you to your own demain and fill that with life if I must. Cease and leave my presence before I decide that’s necessary.”
His eyes expressed malice as Orvus listened to Phystene speak. When she finally finished, Orvus replied in kind, his voice having taking a spiteful tone, ”You do not understand, sister” he stated as he began walking towards her, ”This is not madness. I shall not leave. You can create your life as you please, but know this- Desolation will never be far behind. Go to Veradax, see what you might create there and watch it wither and die.” He paused, his voice full of hate. ”Don’t you see? We are opposites you and I. You create and I destroy. This...This is the only way.” he finished with a hint of sorrow echoing in his words.
“I suppose we are” Phystene agreed, her voice almost a whisper. “But you forget how resilient life is.” She was an embodiment of life. Where she willed it plants grew and she now focused on her will in the area around Orvus. Seaweed appeared around Orvus, only to disintegrate a moment later as his aura overtook them. Phystene’s eyes narrowed for a moment, but then her face took on a serene expression. “Life is… more resilient than you believe.” If her natural powers were not enough, she would simply have to adapt. The space around her began to crackle with energy as she gathered some of the power the architect had loaned her, intent on making its power her own. The plants of the ocean began to grow quicker, becoming more resistant to the desolation around Orvus, although none could come close to his person. The other sea life seemed to be doing better as well, although this really only allowed the fish to survive long enough to swim away to safety.
As the cycle of life and death continued without end between them, Phystene asked “So… are we simply going to stand here and continue this till the end of time?”
Orvus was intrigued as the aura around Phystene grew. The seaweed attacked him with ferocity only to turn to die in the black waters. He was impressed, for truly she was his opposite in power and ideology. He said nothing however as he walked closer. He cared not for the resiliency for life, for no matter how much it could fight, it would still die.
Then their aura’s met and their was a great struggle as plant and desolation fought for dominion over the other. Life grew and died and then grew again in the blink of an eye, becoming warped with both conflicting powers. The very water became virile with divine energy, giving life to desolation. The coral erupted with cancerous growths, as seaweed was murdered over and over again, only to come back as ghostly reminders of what they once were.
Their powers slammed against each other, hurling fragments up to miles away to explode into the ocean as Orvus and Phystene’s contest of wills continued on. The waters in the surrounding region become more turbulent as life exploded into being, only to be snuffed out a moment later. Two fragments of power, one of life and the other of desolation, landed in the same part of the ocean, twisting together. These warring powers overtook a school of fleeing fish, the animals writhing in pain as they were broken down, only to be repaired moments before death over and over again. And with each repeat of the cycle they changed. They grew larger and larger, but with each growth the light of life in their eyes dimmed just as much. They continued to grow, their bodies contorting until they were unrecognizable. The light of life fully disappeared from their eyes as a new, ghostly light appeared at the end of a rod, dangling before their monstrously large teeth. Any fish that saw that light felt compelled to swim closer, only to meet oblivion in the giant fishes’ mouth.
These new forms of life, if they could even be called that, didn’t escape Phystene’s notice. Her mouth hung open as she turned her attention towards them, a mixed look of disgust, shock, and even terror on her face. “What… are those?”
Orvus struggled against the power of Phystene but the creatures did not escape his notice either. He looked to them, and he knew them well. He focused his attention back at Phystene and spoke with each step. ”They… Are… The… Future!” He then descended upon Phystene as their Aura’s screamed.
He tackled her head on. Orvus gripped her body as they rocketed out onto dry land, crashing into the earth as rocks exploded outward. Phystene screamed in pain as Orvus’ powers tore into her, her flesh dissolving only to be immediately replaced by her own powers. She kneed him in the torso, the act likely doing more damage to her than him as the flesh there dissolved as well, only to regrow a moment later. Orvus grunted at the kick, but did not let go.
“What... are you doing?!” She demanded as she kneed him again. “How do you expect this to end?” She focused a bit of her power on a nearby tree, urging it to move to her will. To grow so quickly that its roots shattered the nearby rocks, and for its branches to bend, pick up the largest boulder, and throw it at Orvus.
Orvus felt the pain. The glorious, blessed pain but he did not let go, he couldn’t. For he knew the truth.
”Phystene...You must realize...The only way this ends… Is by one of us dying.” he whispered forlornly. He was suddenly hit be a large object, and Orvus was flung away from Phystene as the boulder crushed him into the crater’s wall. Not a second went by before the boulder exploded into a thousand pieces of gravel and dust. Orvus stood in the hole, his eyes menacing.
“Even if you kill me there will be other nature deities ready to take my place.” Phystene looked down at Orvus from the rim of the crater. “And you must know that I would be able to cause enough damage to you even in defeat that another could easily dispatch you. Then life would be free to spread uncontested, just the same as if I were to defeat you. Even in victory you will still taste defeat. Return home.” She said, a plea in her voice. “That is the only option you have that won’t result in complete defeat.”
Orvus took a step, then hesitated, coming to a standstill. He soaked up her words and came to a conclusion of his own.
”There is wisdom in your words, dear sister. You are right, neither of us would live long without the other but you lack foresight. The life you create is but a vessel. A vessel of blood and flesh. Plant and fiber. It contains the one thing that life needs most to flourish. A soul. Truly, what is life without a soul? Look at me and you shall know the answer. Thus, we shall die, together- but only after there are no more precious souls. This, I promise you.” Orvus said emotionlessly. He walked to the center of the crater and looked up to Phystene again. ”As you wish sister, I shall return home. But first… a parting gift.”
He raised a hand, and the sky grew dark. A fierce wind picked up, howling through the trees as it whipped their limbs to and fro. Twigs snapped, leaves were lost to the void and dust began to fall. A storm had come, dark and terrible to behold and unlike anything seen in Galbar before. A flash of scarlet lightning struck a tree to ash, then another and another. More trees were uprooted from the dirt, casting off into the expanse of darkness that plagued the sky. Flowers, and other plants not strong enough were simply wiped from existence. Animals fared no better as the storm continued.
As the storm’s epicenter came over the two gods, Orvus’ disappeared, but his voice could be heard on the wind all around Phystene.
”Veradax beckons.”
Then as quickly as the storm came, it vanished, leaving behind a scar of ruin and desolation.
Phystene stood still as a statue, staring at the space Orvus had disappeared from. When she was finally confident she was now alone she allowed her facade to fall away. She crumbled to the ground, her body trembling in pain has her mind succumbed to emotions she had never even conceived of.
Our post starts with Orvus walking through the Ocean, eventually coming upon shallow water and with it- Life.
He feels the presence of Phystene and so too does Phystene feel Orvus (hehe), and they meet for the first time, under da sea. Orvus asks her what the hell all the life is and she’s just like, it’s water bruh. But Orvus then points to the actual life and she tells him what they are.
Orvus looks really hard and ends up seeing the souls of literally everything before him. He’s blinded by this and has to shut his eyes. He thinks about a lot and comes to the conclusion that existence hates him. He realizes that everything has a soul, and that’s why he can’t feel them.
He accuses Phystene of making life that he can’t feel and they argue back and forth. Eventually Phystene takes pity on her brother and offers to show him the way of life. Orvus takes one look at this and is like nah cuz.
He flares his aura and begins to walk towards Phystene. She tells him to stop, but when he doesn’t she begins to attack him with weed. Seaweed. Realizing she can’t breach his defenses, she powers up and gets her own aura. Once these two aura meet the world becomes a little trippy and the water plus life in it, goes bonkers dying and regrowing again and again. They even end up creating an extraordinary species, the giant Angler Fish.
Orvus then reaches Phystene and tackles her, and they erupt out of the water and crash into land. Phystene struggles to break free of his grip and screams as parts of her vaporize and heal over and over. She eventually summons a boulder and slams it into Orvus to get him off of her.
It works, and she chatizes Orvus about wanting to kill her and snuff out life. She makes some really good points so Orvus is like, ‘you can’t have life if you don’t have souls’ and ends up creating a gateway and he leaves to his sphere. Phystene crashes to the floor because of the emotional and physical abuse her brother just unleashed upon her.
The post ends on a very sad note. But it sure was fun to write!
Orvus: Started with 7MP & 5FP
2MP for joint-monster Angler Fish 5FP + 2MP = 7MP for gateway to Veradax.
Ended With: 3MP & 0FP
Portfolios: 10/10FP Towards Asteroids Unlocked
Phystene: Started 1 MP and 15 FP
Expenditures: 3 FP to buy Aura of Life (empowered by plant and animal ports) 2 FP for joint-monster angler fish (empowered by animal port) Ended with: 1 MP and 10 FP
A voice brought awareness to Orvus’ senses, and he opened his eyes to blackness. He was in the nothingness again, and the overwhelming sense of peace he once had, washed over him like a gentle wave. He had longed for this moment the minute he had entered into… The Architect’s moon… He looked around, suddenly aware that this wasn’t right. He was not in the nothingness, he lay at the bottom of a crushing ocean. Unable to move because of the shame he felt. Because of the moon…
Just as it came, his peace abandoned him. Disrupted by a peel of laughter. High pitched and infuriating in tone. Orvus spun around to see himself. Four of himself to be precise, each a different color, and one was oddly shaped like a female.
There was a blue Orvus, a red Orvus, a purple Orvus, and the female Orvus was an inverted version of himself, color wise. They sat around a circular wooden table, suspended in the space before him. The table was bare, except for an odd dagger. It looked so familiar, but Orvus couldn’t quite place it. Each of these Orvus’ had different expressions in their eyes.
The blue Orvus held one of emptiness and sorrow, while the red Orvus looked perpetually enraged, while he fidgeted in his seat. The purple Orvus looked joyous, his eyes seemed to be smiling and both of his hands were interlocked upon the table. Almost as if he was expecting something. When Orvus looked at the female version of himself, her black eyes expressed boredom and as if she would rather have been anywhere else. These Orvus’ confused Orvus to say the least.
The Purple Orvus then spoke. His voice was perpetually delightful, and Orvus found it highly irritating.
”Well, what are waiting for you? Take a seat Orvus! We’ve been expecting your arrival for some time now.” The purple Orvus gestured to the spot between the blue and red Orvus. Orvus hesitantly sat down upon the wooden chair, and faced purple Orvus with a blank stare. Purple Orvus didn’t seem to connect with Orvus’ expression and continued talking.
”Who would have thought that talking to yourself would get so boring? Well, spoiler alert, it certainly does! But now that you’re here we can finally begin and I must say, I do hope you will enjoy your time with us. In fact, I might be so bold to say that you are the life of this little party. How would I even know that? Well, it beats me. You see, we couldn’t actually start without you, but now we can! Isn’t that exciting! I think it is! Can’t speak for them oh no, no no no! Can’t do that, it would be highly unsightly for me to speak for them, ya’know? They each have a voice, blessed as they be, but most times I can go on and on and on with myself for eons without a bit of a peep from those guys. Oops! And gal! I always forget about little miss Orvus. We can’t be too discriminating nowadays. Everyone matters and agendas can’t be forced, Orvus. At least that’s what they tell me, or that’s what I tell myself? Ahaha! Isn’t that deliciously confusing? Let me explain! Like I said just a little bit ago, they hardly ever speak, so then how would I know what I know? By talking to myself of course! Not like what you’re thinking, but like how I’m thinking! Get it, Orvus? Oh of course you do, fine fellow like yourself. So dapper in that suit and tie of yours. Hey look! Don’t we all just look fantastically fantastic?” the purple Orvus paused, his eyes seemed to smirk.
Further confused, Orvus looked down at himself to see that he was wearing clothing. A suit of the purest white, and when Orvus looked up the others were wearing suits and ties as well. Even female Orvus was wearing a fine black. The other three Orvus had the matching color to their bodies, and purple Orvus somehow had a cane. Surprisingly, the clothing didn’t bother him, but when purple Orvus began to speak again, he was bothered. It was no wonder the others didn’t speak, why add fuel to the fire when it was burning fine all the same?
”Tentatively tenacious as always Orvus. Why this reminds me of the one time red Orvus decided to fight a rubber duck wearing only his birthday suit. Can you imagine that? Orvus in his birthday suit? Ahahaha, how preposterous! Being in the nude is only acceptable for procreation, or for a nice warmth bath after a bit of lunch on a sunny day after having enjoyed a picnic with the misses and kid. Maybe kids if you’re feeling frisky. How stupendous! But why, you might ask, not take a shower? Well, let me tell you. It all begins with a flaming pe-”
”ENOUGH!” boomed the red Orvus as he bashed his fist into the table, shattering it instantly into small pieces. For a brief second, all Orvus could see were splinters, but he blinked and the table was back to how it was before, unscathed. The knife was still there as well.
Purple Orvus began to laugh uncontrollably, and the blue Orvus began to cry. This prompted the red Orvus to start pestering the blue Orvus, calling him a wimp, and baby for letting his emotions out of control. Oh the irony. Their exchange was one sided, with red only wanting blue to man up and take control of his own actions. Orvus was beginning to feel as if something was wrong. There was only one of him, wasn't there? And when exactly had they ended up above Galbar? Orvus looked around, everything looked as it should have been, and Veradax was there as well. He looked at his beautiful sphere with satisfaction. His moon still flashed with scarlet lightning, all across the orb. It truly was perfect, but somehow Orvus couldn't help but feel that something was missing. Hadn't a part of his moon exploded…?
”Shut up! The lot of you! You’re embarrassing yourselves in front of Orvus.” echoed a female voice, which brought Orvus’ attention back to the table. He cocked his head as he looked to the female version of himself. Her voice was different then the others. Bittersweet and soft, but laced with spite, it just was. All eyes were on her, and the quiet was godly. She turned to look at Orvus, her black eyes glowed softly in the waning light of the sun.
”Do you know why we are here, Orvus?”
He shook his head no.
”We’re here to play a game. You see that knife there?”
He shook his head yes.
”That knife is called H̸̡̧͇̪̜̟̃͌͛̋͒̒̋̃̅͒̑̊̽̎͆̀͝ơ̷̯͙͈͖̯̜͂͌͑͌̅͛͛͑́͝p̴̟̳͙͙̼͉͍̂̍̅͛̍̽͊͘͝͝e̸̛̫̅͒͐̑͐̐̓̕͠͝. Do you understand?”
Orvus didn’t understand, whatever she had tried to say came out a garbled mess, but before he could say no, she continued on.
”Good, Orvus. We are ready to begin. Now spin the knife.”
All eyes were on him, holding mixed expressions. Tentatively, he reached for the blade and grasped the metal with his hands. He felt compelled to spin the knife, and he didn’t know why, but he did.
Each Orvus watched the knife spin with anticipation. It began to slow down with each rotation, and at last when it stopped, the blade pointed at the purple Orvus.
”Ah, what a bother.” The knife, guided by an invisible hand, then lurched forward and planted itself in his chest. Purple Orvus began to fall forward before his body turned to dust. The knife was mysteriously at the center of the table again.
”GOOD RIDDANCE!” boomed the red Orvus.
”H-He was like a-an Orvus to me.” came the weak voice of the blue Orvus.
”That was fun, now time to spin again.” whispered the female Orvus, before reaching forward to spin the knife.
Unlike before, the knife spun once before stopping on the blue Orvus. He bowed his head as the knife lurched forward, turning his body to dust.
There was silence this time, not a word spoken. Orvus began to feel… afraid. There was three of them left, and he did not want to be next.
The red Orvus spun the knife this time. Orvus watched it like a hawk, but it kept spinning and wouldn’t stop. Perplexed at this, he looked up only to find that the red Orvus remained and he was looking at him with malice.
”You’re probably wondering where she went.” red Orvus spoke, his voice no longer booming. Instead it was calm, collected and but a whisper of ill intent.
”She doesn’t exist. She never did. None of this does. It’s all going on inside your twisted little head, Orvus. How tragic, in the end, you’re so alone that you must dream up company. And poor company at that.” The red Orvus rose, towering above him like a mountain.
His words were as sharp as any knife, and Orvus began to tremble. He no longer knew what to think. What even was a dream? Before he could think more, red spoke down to him.
”Look at you. You’re so weak. So scared. So alone. So rejected.You poor thing.” Red sneered.
”S-stop…” Orvus whispered. Just like blue had.
”S-stop,” the red Orvus mocked as he swiped the table aside with a massive hand. ”Do you even hear yourself? Pathetic!” red exclaimed before slapping Orvus aside like a toy.
He was sent sprawling, on a cold hard stone. He looked up, to see smoke and flame engulfing the edges of his vision. Red Orvus stood before him, smaller now but no less intimidating. In his hand, was the knife.
”I have never met a more worthless creature in my life. Everything you touch turns to dust. Your first impulse was to destroy! Not create beautiful things with your siblings, but to destroy them.”
”Stop!” he cried out as he trembled on his hands and knees. He didn’t want to hear it anymore. But red did not stop talking as he walked closer.
”How sadistic and cruel. Is it really a wonder you can’t feel anything? Who would EVER want to be touched by you? Look what you did to Seihdhara! You brutalized her as if she were nothing. You threw an asteroid at her because you were angry. You’re a monster, Orvus. You don’t deserve kindness, or compassion. The only thing you deserve is a dagger to the heart.” Seihdhara…” Orvus whimpered. Tears of light began to fall from his eyes, each time he blinked they fell to the stone and shattered into pieces that could never be put back together. Everything red told him was true, and he could not bare such thoughts. He was a monster. He tried so hard to create, to feel anything but negativity, that he had already scarred the universe with his influence. With his desolation.
”Tsk tsk, still coming to terms with it all Orvus? Even in the face of death, you are powerless. I’m not even surprised. You, a being of destruction, to be feared be all! Cowering before me, a dream, like some mongrel dog. Bah!” red chastised, now standing above him.
”Why don’t you look at me!” red shouted as he kicked Orvus in the side, sending him sprawling across the floor like before.
”Just this once, stop pitying yourself and face me like a GOD! Get up and fight, or die like the nothing that you are!” red screamed, before charging at Orvus.
Orvus was going to let himself die, it only seemed right. He was destruction and served no purpose in the grand order of things. But before red was upon him, he had a selfish thought. He didn’t want to die.
And so Orvus looked up at red, his expression no longer sad, but full of rage.
”I! SAID! STOP!” and his aura erupted from his body and the flaming world was quenched in dark.
Suddenly he was floating before an unmarred Veradax. He looked around and did not see red, but instead the female Orvus. She floated nearby. A sense of relief washed over him at the sight of her presence. Her expression was blank, lie at the table but Orvus didn’t notice. Instead, he floated towards her.
”I...I thought you didn’t exist? That you weren’t real?” he said, no longer sounding so unsure of himself. No longer sounding like he was slow, or struggling to speak. His whispered voice was layered. It was low, dead sounding and yet still there was a trace of soft, honeyed words.
The female Orvus looked to him and spoke much the same as she had sounded before, ”Exist? I do, but only in here.” she gestured before her, ”I am more of a possibility. Something that could come to pass, or not, thus I remain.”
He floated next to her now, staring deep into the abyss of her eyes. ”Where is here? None of this is… real, is it? I remember Veradax shattering and yet, there it is. Unscathed.”
She sighed, ”Here is inside your head. Red wasn’t lying, you know. You are asleep Orvus, and have taken a journey to the Palace of Dreams. This is K’nell’s domain. Wasn’t it obvious?”
Orvus thought for a moment in the quiet, and it was obvious all along. He had simply been blinded by what he hadn’t wanted to see. ”Yes...I suppose. So why are you here?”
”You called me here. You know why. You wanted an escape from the torment of Red, thinking me to be any better.” She paused, and looked towards Veradax. Orvus followed her gaze as she spoke again, ”Red is the rage, the anger, the hate that dwells inside of you. Blue is the sorrow, the sadness, the depression. Purple was the joy, and the annoyance. There are others, but even you have not seen them yet.”
”I see... and you are the possibility.” Orvus stated flatly.
”Yes.” she said. ”Red wasn’t wrong Orvus. You are weak, scared, alone, and conflicted.”
Orvus began to shake his head in disbelief, this was not what he had wanted to hear from her.
She turned to look at Orvus again, her expression almost conveying something, but not quite.
”You are never going to be able to create like they do Orvus. Look to Veradax, the perfect example of why you shouldn’t try. Trying will only cause more pain, more suffering. You went against your inherent nature and the price was great upon you.” she whispered softly.
Orvus turned his gaze upon her and back to Veradax, where he watched it explode like before, powerless to do anything about it. He sank to his knees, utterly defeated as the weight of her truth crushed him.
She knelt down beside him, and placed an empty hand upon his back. ”You’re still not seeing the bigger picture Orvus. Look at me.” she said in a commanding voice.
Orvus hesitated, not capable of wanting to listen, but listen he did and so he looked upon her face.
”Your problem, is that you won’t embrace your nature. You are the end of all things, Orvus. The destruction of body, mind, and soul. A desolation. You can create things Orvus, but only that which is destined to destroy. You excel at it, you have no greater equal. You are better than them, for only you know true suffering and yet, still have the will to fight on. This is your purpose, Orvus. To create things that destroy, to bring about desolation. Make the architect suffer for disrupting your peace. Make them all feel as you do. Now wake up.”
He felt a sharp pain, and looked down to see the knife’s blade protruding from from his chest.
Not a moment later, his body erupted into light in the murky depths of the ocean. His mind was abuzz with mixed thoughts and gnawing emotions but one thing was abundantly clear, his confliction was no longer so overpowering. His sense of purpose was defined, and as much as he had hated that dream, it had given him precisely what he had sought since the moment of his arrival.
He began to walk, with no destination in mind. It mattered not where he ended up, for he would bring desolation to all.
Orvus dreams he is in the nothingness, the place he desires most, but he also finds himself not alone there. He finds himself accompanied by versions of himself, but different colors. Red for Anger, Blue for depression, Purple for joy/annoyance. Then there is a female version of Orvus, with a inverted color scheme. She is stark white but with black stars all over her body.
They sit around a table, listening to purple talk. A lot. Red interrupts him, then female Orvus explains the little game they are about to play. Sat upon the table is a knife, and they will spin it. Whoever it lands on dies.
Orvus spins the knife, Purple dies. Female Orvus spins the knife, blue dies. Red spins the knife- nothing. The knife keeps spinning, but female Orvus is gone. She never existed, says red.
The dream changes to a burning world. Red berates Orvus and physically and emotionally abuses him. Orvus thinks he’s about to die and he’s okay with it. He’s a monster after all.
But he has a selfish thought, and wants to live, thus banishing red in an outburst. Next he finds himself floating before a whole Veradax. Female Orvus is there. They have a long chat, and she basically tells Orvus he will never be able to create things not intended for destruction. Veradax being a prime example of this.
He believes her, and she stabs him with the knife, telling him to wake up. With most of his confliction gone, Orvus begins to embrace his desolation and begins walking under the sea, to wherever his feet take him.
Orvus was singular in his thoughts, the pull towards his sphere far to intense for any other minor inconvenience to distract him. But space was fraught with peril, and Orvus had the uncanny ability to find himself at the threshold of peril. By chance, or curiosity, Orvus turned his head around to gaze upon his passenger, Seihdhara. She was fast asleep, the red hair still attaching her to him, much like a towing service. To this, he was not angry or even slightly annoyed, for why care about such a small thing. It was the least he could do, after she had let him feel. However, something else caught his attention in the depths behind them.
A crystal, fast approaching, and as large as his asteroid. It was coming right for them, so the God stopped in his path and turned around fully. He did not really want to be hit by it, for it would surely carry him towards Galbar, and that was one place he did not want to go yet. His sister proved to be a problem however. Orvus was tempted to leave her there, but a part of him did not want to be so cruel to the one who had showed him pain. As such, he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her closer to himself. His touch would not wake her, for her slumber was deserved.
He cocked his head, his eyes devoid of any expression as he spoke to her.
Fare… Thee… Well. Sister… he whispered the goodbye, before letting go of Seihdhara, to where they faced each other. He gave a tug on her fiery string, and it let go of him. Then Orvus, using his strength, shoved her away from him. The momentum would carry both him and Seihdhara out of the way of the crystal, and as he watched her grow distant, the crystal came roaring by, carrying Narzhak. The crystal’s momentum further flung them apart, and when it was finally over, Orvus searched for her, but found nothing. He turned away, and began his final approach to his sphere.
He knew not how long it had been, but suddenly a great light shown out in the darkness, bathing the Galbar in warmth and illuminating the darkness of space. He looked towards the source of such a power, and saw Heliopolis in the distance. He knew his brother’s name immediately, and it was Aelius, for he had created the sun. His eyes expressed disapproval, for there had been nothing wrong with the dark. It had always felt more like a home to him then this… light. But in the end, it mattered not to Orvus how bright it would be. What he would create, there would be no place for warmth, or for the prying eyes of light.
Suddenly, a far brighter flash of light brokered his attention towards Galbar, and it took him a moment to fully realize what he was witnessing. It was his asteroid, and it had finally completed it’s labor. So Orvus paused in his pursuit, and watched the destruction he and his sister had born. He took note of the meteors damage, how it blotted the sky with dust, how it had broken the clouds away from the epicenter. A pang of pride shot throughout him, before dispersing. He knew right away he would have to visit the place of the impact, but not now. One day.
Satisfied once more, he continued on his journey.
As he traveled, Orvus was blissfully unaware of the happenings upon Galbar, or the feud between his celestial siblings and Melantha’s strike upon Heliopolis. He knew not the life within his Eye of Desolation, or the metal he had willed into existence. Nor would he have cared for such developments. None of truly mattered, for he had at last found his sphere in the emptiness of space.
But Orvus was a beacon for calamity, and not long after arriving, did he bear witness to the Lustrous Garden exploding. Such an explosion riveted Orvus to the spot he floated in. He cocked his head and watched as the debris field grew and grew, racing forever outwards. It had been Asceal’s sphere, but Orvus did not know why it had exploded. He felt something amiss, some soft connection to the tragedy, but he did not understand how, or why.
Instead, he pushed it from his mind as his curiosity for the debris took focus. A small sliver raced past him, but at the last second Orvus caught it. He held the small sliver in his hands, the glow faint, like a perpetually dying heart. For some odd reason, he felt sad. It was such a small sliver, lost to the void of space. Forever alone. Perhaps it was the fact Asceal had imprinted upon him her light, or some other odd, unknowable feeling.
It would be alone if left to drift, he knew, as a stark reminder of what could have been. Yet that didn’t mean it couldn’t have purpose. With the sliver in hand, he looked at Galbar, far closer now then he had ever been. The sliver of crystal was wasted here in his sphere, it truly did not belong, but Galbar beckoned.
Orvus then threw the crystal at the planet, where it would end up, he did not know. Nor did he care, but something told him it would find purpose there. And as he watched it go, with it went his sadness. A cold clarity took over, one of purpose beyond anything he had ever felt.
He turned back to his desolate sphere, it was time to create the moon.
He had to show them, his siblings, that he could create. His purpose would not be defined but what he was, but by what he was capable of doing. Orvus would show them how much better he truly was, of how insignificant their own creations would be compared to his own. This he knew, without a doubt, to be true. It had to be. Why else would he exist? The questions that haunted him since the moment of his arrival would be answered. His deliverance would be finally secured. All he had to do, was create the greatest of all spheres. A task, he was prepared for.
Slowly Orvus struck out his hand at the emptiness before him. He did not hesitate in the slightest, so sure he was of his purpose, and thus began to will into existence Veradax. His sphere. His dominion of control. A place where he could know peace once more. It was a perfect name.
Veradax came with his beckoning, slowly but surely from the nothingness of space. Molecule by molecule, pebble to stone, packing together to form density and weight. Crushing everything together to form a fledgling core under the immense pressure.
Orvus could feel the labor beginning to take its toll upon his strength but he did not falter in his work. Veradax would be completed, it would grow to be mighty. With renewed vigor, Orvus sent forth more of his power, and the young moon began to grow in size. It would be larger than anything thus forth in creation besides Galbar itself. Larger than even the Lustrous Garden had been, greater than even Heliopolis. Or so he would believe.
Yet, Orvus began to grow weary still, his arm growing heavy, but still he pushed on with fanatical obsession. The moon began to take upon an assortment of greys in color, from light to dark and still yet black. But Orvus realized the black that covered parts of his sphere were clouds, etched with scarlet lightning. This lightning pulsed, like a heartbeat. It was almost as if Veradax was alive. Yes, Orvus realized, alive. A living moon, his… child.
The god began to feel his life force wane, and this deeply troubled him Orvus. He was torn by a choice. Veradax was so close to completion, he could sense it. Yet he also knew such completion would be his death. So Orvus hesitated, and in that brief moment his hand fell, the connection broke. His eyes went wide with worry, but as he gazed upon Veradax, nothing happened. Any who looked up in that moment would have seen the full glory and splendor of the new moon. So he relaxed with ease, he had done it. He felt...He felt… relieved, almost jo-
A giant crack ripped through the Eastern Hemisphere of Veradax, splintering into thousands of smaller, more grotesque fractures. His relief washed away in an instant, and Orvus watched with horror as more and more rifts appeared upon the surface. He realized then, that his child was ripping itself apart. Without thinking, he raced towards the moon, wanting nothing more then to fix what was happening. To make it whole again.
As he drew closer, the crust began to break, revealing the dim glow of the core. Like fiery veins but on a magnitude far greater than anything seen before in the fledgling universe. Then the moon began to scream a sickening sound of pain and anguish, like boulders grinding on another without end, as more and more of the half split.
Orvus was so close, so very close but in the end, it would never have been enough. The moon went silent, then the half that was broken, shattered into millions of pieces. There was a bright light, not as intense as the Lustrous Garden’s explosion, but at the same time, such a cataclysm was far closer to Galbar. Orvus was caught in the blast as his child died before him. An inescapable torrent of flame bathed him in the fire of death for several moments, only for the god to collide with the debris field as it rocketed outwards, going in every direction. All celestial spheres would have a taste of the moon and its properties, chief among these spheres was Galbar.
The skies would rain for weeks with moon fall, most would burn up in the atmosphere, but the larger chunks would make landfall and for time immemorial, the cycle would continue. For the Sphere of Desolation had been created at last, and would exist until it was no longer needed.
The God of Desolation gave up as the fire died. Orvus shut his eyes as he let himself be swallowed up by his greatest failure. He was hit, crushed, and smacked aside more times then he could fathom. But at long last, one rock claimed him for its own and they took a journey together. Its destination was Galbar, along with a thousand Lunar Meteors, streaming down like fiery tears. His bit of the moon had him prisoner, he was pinned against the flat side as it plummeted towards Galbar. Just like him however, the piece of moon was unstable, and so broke apart in the atmosphere. Unable to do anything about his current predicament, Orvus fell further, letting the freefall carry him where it pleased. For he felt nothing and yet everything all at once, and he was haunted by the memory so fresh in his mind, of the moon’s explosion. He was crippled by inaction, and he hated himself because of it.
He plunged through the Blue, Azura’s sphere, bringing destruction and sorrow in his wake. His body obliterated a floating island as if it were nothing, sending rocks scattering about. Also with him was fire, and he unintentionally murdered countless creatures of the unique ecosystem that called the Blue home. They vaporized instantly, the only mercy they had was not having to feel the pain. Like a candle being blown out, all that remained of them was smoke in the wind. And then the haze of Galbar became clearer and Orvus broke through his sister’s sphere with a sound like thunder.
Orvus strained to open his eyes at the sound, but he was engulfed with fire and he was tired. So very tired. As he spun about, he could see what waited for him below- a deeper blue. The ocean. That wasn’t so bad, he thought weakly, but it would still hurt.
His impact was deafening, and forced the very water away from him, before it consumed his flaming body with a great hiss. The ocean then settled itself, and like before, it was as if nothing had ever happened. No great tsunamis would wrack the globe this time around, just the eb and flow of water as the sky rained fire.
As the calamity continued up above, Orvus sank like a lifeless statue. Watching the light of the day fade into inky blackness. The Desolate One could only think of his failure, and his thoughts devoured his will for action.
So he sank and when he finally hit the cold sea floor, Orvus shut his eyes. His lights faded one by one, and when he was indiscernible from the black water, sleep at last overtook him.
And his dreams would become nightmares.
Orvus pushes Seihdhara out of the way of Narzhak’s crystal, thus they are seperated. @Kho@Oraculum He takes note of the sun, Heliopolis as it bursts to life. Then he sees the explosion of his meteor upon Galbar. Next, he arrives at his sphere only to witness the Lustrous Garden Explode. He grabs a piece of crystal and then throws its towards galbar so it might find purpose one day. He finally begins to create the moon, having never before felt a greater sense of purpose. It’s called the shattered moon for a reason, and half of it explodes. The moon meteors will fall on Galbar for weeks to come, with most burning up in the atmosphere. Orvus is pinned by a lunar meteorite and takes a ride to Galbar, unwilling to stop himself. He plummets through the Blue and unintentionally shatters a floating rock and kills a bunch of the local wildlife. @DracoLunaris He crashes in the middle of the ocean, and sinks to the bottom, hella depressed. He sleeps.
Goddess of Martial Combat 5 Might and 20 Freepoints
Time: The Day the Gods Came
Orvus was alone once more. Such loneliness did not bother him however, it only reminded him of what he had lost. It was tranquil to float without care, to let his mind relax with what had been forced into his being.
It was but a sliver of the peace he had craved once, and without a care in the world, Orvus shut his eyes, and let the sensation of weightlessness wash over him.
With Urhu’s voice behind her, Seihdhara fell through the great tunnel torn into the old Ogre’s moon by Orvus as he descended. The living torc of hair around her wrist seemed to tighten as she descended, and all about her the tunnel grew hotter and tighter until she could descend no further. Frowning, she looked down and saw that the tunnel was swiftly collapsing below her. But if Orvus had managed to force his way through (well, he was savagely stomped through, but force was used) she reasoned that there was nothing stopping her from doing the same. Clenching her fists and tensing her body, she slammed the tunnel’s walls lightly with her forearms and felt them reverberate in response. Using her feet to push herself upward where there was slightly more space for her to manoeuvre, she plunged downward head-first. The hair-torc had wrapped itself about her right fist like a molten glove and she punched downward with such force that the tunnel exploded wide open before her and she seemed to accelerate in her descent - the heat seemed only to inflame the hair further and quicken her, and even the dead strands on her head seemed to sigh with the echoes of a life that had suffused them not too long ago.
At last the goddess emerged on the moon’s far side, exploding from an already-formed crater and only adding to the deep scar that now marred the ugly old Ogre’s moon. It was only right that a one-eyed monstrosity such as the Ogre should have a moon with a gaping black maw like the one that sat gawking in the middle of his face! Now floating free in the endlessness of space, the fiery-haired goddess looked about for the one who had been faultlessly assaulted. Seeing nothing, she filled her lungs with… nothing, it was merely force of habit again, and called for him. ‘ORVYYYYYYY!’
Orvus heard something in the dark of space. A voice, and with it, his peace was shattered. His eyes snapped open, a small source of light. He looked about, curious and greatly annoyed to be disturbed so soon.
It didn’t take him long to find the culprit, his sister, Seihdhara. It only made sense to look in the direction of the moon. Where else would a voice come from? She was floating in his general direction, with speed no less and Orvus wondered why. For Seihdhara had spotted him and, bearing a great smile on her face, was speeding towards him with the residual power from her forceful descent through the moon.
Why would the Goddess of Martial Combat want anything to do with a being like him? Why had she flung herself down through the planet? Why had she called out his name?
So perplexed by this, Orvus said nothing but watched her. Her red hair, like a beacon in the dark sea of space. Bearing down on him at great speed, Seihdhara opened her arms wide and shouted a warning to Orvy before she slammed into him and wrapped her two great arms about him in just the kind of embrace Urhu had warned her against not moments before. ‘Gotcha Orvy!’ She cried with a slight giggle, ‘Are you ok? That was a long way down wasn’t it? That lumbering Cackler stepped on you! Are you hurt?’ Even as she spoke her hand felt his head and arms to see if he was whole and uninjured.
Orvus froze the moment she touched him, his body going completely rigged. His eyes went wide, expressing morbid horror. It was not the fact that another dared to touch him. No, it was far worse. He could not feel her. Seihdhara’s touch felt as empty as he. There was no warmth, no compassion, just a meaningless embrace. It was as if a ghost had grasped him.
He did not reply to her questions, instead, he touched her face slowly. The moment his fingers caressed her cheek (she shivered slightly at his touch), he knew the reverse to be true. Any physical contact he could make, and receive, would be devoid of affection, and it felt wrong. So wrong. Feeling that something was not quite right, Seihdhara frowned and tightened her grip about him. Looking into his shadowy face and eyes of blinding light, her eyes were full of questions. ‘Orvy. Tell me what’s wrong.’ More questions flooded into his mind like a monsoon. Panic gripped him, and he felt himself losing control. So he did the only thing he knew he could control. He shoved Seihdhara away from him. He did not, could not, be in her embrace any longer. Feeling that her touch discomforted him greatly, she let go as he pushed her away, but kept her eyes on him and raised her hands submissively. ‘Hey hey. Don’t worry, don’t panic. Just relax. Here, I won’t say anything.’ And she grew quiet and tried to allow what previous peace had existed to return.
His hands clenched into fists, the days confusion and repeated frustrations were beginning to take their toll upon Orvus. He turned away from Seihdhara, still without a word to be said. He needed to calm down, letting his rage overwhelm him again would be unsightly. He hated not being able to be in control of himself, but why was that? What did he have to lose when the rage surfaced? He hated them all, even her. His hands grasped the sides of his head, and he seemed to scream without a sound.
He shut his eyes, and let his thoughts play out before him. It was the helplessness of not being in control, of lashing out at everything that somehow made him fight to remain in control. It was such an odd circumstance. The one thing he felt most in this new existence, was to destroy. Not to create, but to destroy. So why was not being able to feel her so upsetting to him? Why? It only made sense the more he thought about it. She was of creation, he was not. Yet, what if he could feel? When the rage took over, he did not feel so empty.
And a dark thought crossed his mind.
Perhaps he could feel after all.
Orvus let his hands fall to his sides, they were trembling. His whole body began to tremble. His shadow began to coalesce just like before, his dim stars began to glow brighter.
Slowly he turned around to face Seihdhara, his sister. His eyes expressed a deep sadness, but he needed to feel. He had to try. Her eyes seemed to reflect his own, and she grew closer to him until there was little more than a handspan between them. And, in the language eyes only knew, she spoke.
He spoke for the second time in his existence between the closing space betwixt them.
”Forgive...me…” he whispered in a shaky voice. The two brief words full of remorse. She cocked her head at his words and shrugged. ‘There’s nothing to forgive Orvy. Go on, let go. I can take it.’
He let the rage take over, and Orvus exploded. Spewing forth from his body, shadow and light mixed together to form his desolation. It eroded, it shattered, it bent creation to it’s one true purpose in existence. To End. To become DUST!
As he radiated such destruction, he forcefully grabbed Seihdhara by either arm and pressed his fingers into her flesh. She groaned but was otherwise silent, her emerald eyes burning defiantly even as she resisted lashing out. He needed to feel. And the desolation fell all about her and engulfed her, and her skin seemed to wilt and her already dead hairs shrivelled and lost all colour. And they became a rusty brown which faded into yellowness, and then even that disappeared and her hair became whiter than snow. But the living strand around her right wrist seemed to glow ever the brighter and screamed out, and it unravelled and revolved about her in a glowing flame-red whirlwind. And Seihdhara’s eyes shone green and living, and she set her jaw and gripped Orvus’ arms tightly.
He cared not for what he was actually causing Seihdhara to go through. He just needed to feel something!
Anything!
But he didn’t…
And for the briefest of moments Orvus was utterly defeated, and his Aura died out, causing a short reprieve for Seihdhara. His eyes spoke only of longing.
But his thoughts quickly turned further to rage and his aura exploded once more. He let go, and slapped her away from him. Seihdhara did not entirely notice the scornful gesture, focused as she was on the burning, living fires welling up in her gut and flowering everywhere within her as though spurred on rather than hindered by Orvus’ vacant aura.
If HE. Could not FEEL. Then HE. Would make HER. FEEL!
From his hands came forth a rock, and he forced it to grow, no longer thinking of what he was actually doing. And the rock grew larger still, growing jagged and cruel. He held it above him as it grew, still larger. At last, when it rivaled that of a mountain in size, he hardened the rock, making it dense and metallic. Finally, he looked to Seihdhara for a brief moment, his eyes expressing a profound hatred, and with a scream that seemed to rip apart reality, he flung it at her with speed and force.
The single living strand of flaming hair spun and whirled about the now waxen-haired goddess, and her glowing green eyes and furrowed brows told that the goddess well those passions knew that spoke of combat and the striking of flesh on flesh and stone on stone and steel on steel. And she was well-aware that behind her was the old Ogre’s moon and that on it were her siblings. Were this asteroid to strike the moon then the damage done to them would be… fury surged through her and the strand of hair spun and turned about her ever the faster till it had become a blur and seemed like nothing but a shifting red orb around her. Making directly for the asteroid she placed her hands upon it and, with an immense feat of strength that gushed forth from a part of her that held endless fiery flames, she forcefully pulled and heaved and redirected the asteroid away from the moon. She watched it go, relieved that she had spared her siblings the hurt that could have befallen them were that terrible thing to land on their place of entrance into this world. So it took her a few long moments to realise, with horror, that the asteroid was now heading directly for Galbar! ‘N-no…’ she moaned, her face contorting in horror and worry. She made to go after it, but her mobility was restricted in the emptiness of space and there was little she could do to catch up with the accelerating mountainous mass. She turned on Orvus with a fury.
‘Idiot! I said that I can take it, why are you targeting others?’ Fists clenched and her face knotted in a scowl, she sped towards him and, before he could respond in any way, struck an almighty punch right to where his gut should have been were he not smoke and shadow. ‘I’m here, boyo!’ >
The second the Asteroid had left his grasp, Orvus’ temper had abandoned him and he watched as the mountainous rock flew at his sister, with little care to be had. He was more concerned with the fact that he had created. He looked at his hands, for they were no longer shaking and his eyes were wide with disbelief. He looked back at the Asteroid, which Seihdhara had redirected towards Galbar. His first creation, gone towards a greater purpose.
He turned back around when Seihdhara addressed him as an idiot, and still said nothing. In a flash she was before him, and with an almighty punch, she made him feel physical pain. A first for him, and he clutched himself, taken aback by the blow. He looked at Seihdhara with a triumphant expression. Not only had he made her feel something, he had done what he thought inconceivable. He had born into existence the first asteroid, and with it, came the feeling of pain.
For the third time in his existence he spoke.
”Thank… You…” He whispered. Her eyes softened immediately on hearing his faltering words and all anger left her. Tears glistened in her eyes and she looked at the asteroid heading for Galbar. ‘O… Orvy. I I can take it. You understand?’ She clenched a fist and raised it, the red torc around her fist glowing startlingly against the white dead hairs on her head. ‘Come to me when you need to… well, let go. It can be good - but you need to do it right, you know?’ She looked into his bright eyes, looking for a sign that he understood, that something had come of this.
Orvus listened to Seihdhara, saw how she clenched her first. She was still angry. Good, that meant she felt. But he also saw what he had done to her, her fiery hair now petrified white. He also felt regret. So he knew, what she asked of him would be difficult at best, for sometimes, it didn’t have to be done right. He would tell her what she wanted to hear. It was the least he could do. He spoke softly again, his voice devoid of any emotion, ”I… I’ll… Try…” Seihdhara beamed, a small smile spreading across her lips. She opened her arms invitingly - this time she did not force the embrace upon him, but it was there for him to accept.
Orvus looked at her, with a dejected expression and at the open embrace that looked so warm. So inviting. It was not for him.
He turned away from her, and began to float away. She chuckled and let her arms drop and fiddled with her now white hair. The single living strand stroked at her nose and a pensiveness came about her. She would have to find a way to return her hair to life. And when it was back, Orvus would feel the warmth of her embrace.
Orvus watched the Asteroid as it went to meet its destiny, and he followed it. For his sphere called him, and the faintest bit of hope imaginable, Orvus knew what he had to create. To prove to them all, that he could be their equal. That he, could rise above them in every way. And as quickly as it came, the sliver of hope died just like that. For where Orvus went, Desolation would follow. Desolation, it seemed, and a stubbornly burning goddess. As Orvus made his slow way towards his sphere, Seihdhara floated after him. A single strand of burning hair extended between them, wrapped around Orvus’ ankle. The Crimson Goddess (crimson in spirit even if her hair had died) looked back towards the scarred but otherwise unharmed home of the Ogre, and she smiled. ‘Show some gratitude you ugly old Ogre!’ She cried, and her voice was followed by the sound of giggling and peals of joyous laughter.
Seihdhara tunnels after Orvus and gives him a big bear hug when she sees him. He doesn’t react too well. He eventually makes a big asteroid and chucks it at her, as a hello if you will. Seihdhara deflects it so it doesn’t hit the Architect’s moon, but now IT IS HEADING RIGHT FOR GALBAR. Seihdhara punches him, and he thanks her for both feeling and making him feel, and he also seems satisfied for having created something (the asteroid). They have what might have been a bonding moment, but who knows with these things. Orvus sets off towards his sphere, and Seihdhara follows him.
Oh, and Seihdara’s hair is white now. Ew. We need to do something about this IMMEDIATELY.
8FP to create an asteroid, the size of a large mountain. 2FP to harden said asteroid to that of an unknown alloy. 10/10 FP -> For Asteroid Portfolio Unlock 3MP for the Aura of Desolation, which his Portfolio enhances further. More details coming ~soon. {wiki page} 2MP&10FP remaining
1 Might spent to tunnel after Orvus. (1 / 5 Might towards Strength portfolio) 4 Might spent to redirect Orvus’ asteroid from the old Ogre’s moon (5 / 5 Might towards unlocking the Strength portfolio)
The starry one shook with intensity, beginning to pulse at a speed only a God would be able to comprehend in scope and magnitude. The smoky wisp about his frame began to coalesce, wrapping itself tighter to the young god’s body, until there only remained his dark figure upon the stone. The small pinpricks of light that were etched into his form began to glow outward. In such a horrific moment for Orvus, any who looked upon him then would be reminded of a night sky. Dazzling to see, but full of unknowable danger.
Slowly Orvus dropped his hands from his face, and at last he opened his eyes. The God looked down upon his trembling hands and frowned. He found the sight sickening, to say the least. Being unable to control his own body was not something he had ever anticipated, but whatever could he anticipate now? It was a weakness, and he felt ashamed. Unable to bare the sight any longer, Orvus plunged his hands into the thick stone before him.
There was a sickening crack as the rock exploded outward from the force of the blow. Dust and debris rained down for briefest of moments and when it cleared, his hands were buried in the rubble. Yet the trembling did not stop as he had hoped. Instead, the floor began to break apart further from where he knelt. Stone cracked, and long jagged lines raced outward from the two points of origin, going in every direction. Any who would look upon such an image would find it twisted, like a broken spider’s web.
His eyes went wide at first, then they returned to a scowl. He wanted to scream, but couldn’t, for he had not found his voice. He looked up at the Architect, focusing his rage and anger on him. For it was he who made him feel this way. It was he who made him shake, who made him look weak. He readied himself to die, for surely the God of God’s would smite him down in an instant, but Orvus would give him something to remember him by. This he would make sure.
Before he could do any of that, something blocked out what little light there was in that room. Something directly over him. Orvus looked straight up, just in time to see a massive foot descending upon him. He had no time to prepare, no time to evade. So, he was crushed.
Like the weight of a mountain dropping a top his nimble frame, there was nothing he could do as his body plummeted through earth and stone. The blow had been tremendous, and so easily avoided if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with other things. It was that simple fact, which finally sent Orvus over the edge.
From his body erupted his power of Desolation, and as he fell, rock and stone turned to naught but dust all around him. He passed close to the core of the moon. Where the weight, heat and pressure did little to stop his downward spiral and on he continued, unabated. Orvus eventually erupted from the other side of the moon, leaving a sizable crater as he rocketed into space from the momentum. It was then his rage fizzled out, leaving him to feel empty as he drifted without control.
It was then he saw it, a blue orb on the far horizon. He knew its name almost instantly. Galbar. It meant little to him in that moment, being so far away. He rotated himself to look back up at the Architects moon, and there Orvus saw crystals taking flight. Some raced passed him, others took off in different directions. His own crystal had been waiting for him. Now it would wait in time memorial for a God who would never use it. Abandoned. Just like him, in a way.
His gaze wandered past the moon, past his shame and for the first time, he looked upon the barrier. Protected by seals, and wards, holding back an endless abyss. And as Orvus floated, certain thoughts came to mind. If he had came through the barrier, then could he not go back through it? What would await him? Silence? The comfort of dark? Peace? He stretched out a hand towards it, the gesture ultimately futile but Orvus cared not for the simplicity of it. For he knew, one day, he would find out. Even if it took him eons, he would see what lied beyond.
He sighed, and a word escaped him. It was soft, and smooth as it was empty. Just one word. One that would carry his ambition forevermore.
”Beautiful…”
He had found his voice.
Orvus grows angry and ashamed, so he breaks the stone floor where he kneels in the throne room.
He starts to focus on the Architect, going to attack him and fully preparing himself to die.
Instead, Narzhak steps on him and Orvus is launched through the moon and out the other side.
He begins to float through space, and notices both Galbar and the barrier.
“Brother, please! Please! Don’t do this! I beg you!” Said the pleading brother.
“No! The prophecy must be fulfilled!” Came the reply of a madman. “This is the only way.” He stated adamantly, his voice no longer wavering like it had once upon a time. “I can save you! I will SAVE you brother. I will save them all!” The fanatical brother spouted, as his gaze fixated upon the stars.
The blood moon was at its apex, hanging above the burning city like a giant’s eye. An eye full of malice and condemnation. A false symbol, yet highly coveted by those with ill intent. The pleading brother watched the moon as he struggled against his chains. His face was twisted in a mix of horror and fear. All around him his home was burning, his parents had been butchered, and his brother had finally descended into madness.
Dried blood coated the fanatical brother’s hands. Clutched in his right hand so tightly, to the point where his knuckles were stark white, was an exotic, serrated knife. An old ceremonial weapon, and the artifact of their house. A deranged smile played at the knife-wielding brother’s lips, and his eyes were dilated to the extreme as the moon lulled him to do its bidding.
The cold stone of marble, upon which the chained brother struggled, was etched with a dark red rock. A stone unfamiliar to the horrified brother. It was funny he thought, that in a time like this he would be thinking about the color of a rock. But it was useless to struggle. His subconscious mind was trying to make him think about other things. For there was no escaping the chains, and no help would come, his twin had seen to that. Still, he tried anyways, while he still held breathe.
The fanatical brother’s gaze fell upon his twin at last, and he reached out with his left hand to gently caress his brother’s cheek, and the two looked at each other in the red glow. The pleading brother was disgusted by the murder’s touch but there was something so familiar in his eyes. For a moment there was a semblance of the brother that he had grown up with, but with a blink, it was gone. Replaced by a monster who sought to fix a doomed city.
The pleading brother only had one more question to ask.
“Why?”
“You do not understand, you never did.” The crazed brother began, “The prophecy is the key to all of this, and our salvation. All those years you mocked me and my beliefs! You turned our parents away from me! And I… And I was alone… But I can fix this. I can bring them back, and I can show all them that I mattered!” He quickly shook his head, “No! That I DO matter. Right now, in this moment!”
The pleading brother’s heart broke, and orange tears, reflecting the flames, fell from his eyes. This madness was his to blame. He should have tried harder. All those days growing up where father scolded and beat his brother, he should have said something. But he didn’t. All the times his mother pushed his brother away from her embrace, he should have told her how cruel it was. But he hadn’t. And all the times his brother had asked to do something together, only to be met with a no… He should have been a better. But none of that truly mattered anymore, the sibling he knew was long gone. This was the cold hard truth he was faced with and it cut deeper than any knife could.
“No brother.” The chained brother whispered, “I am sorry. Truly, for everything I never did for you. I should have… I should have been your brother, instead of a stranger. I should have stopped you from leaving. I could have prevented you from lashing out and forming the cult. But I didn’t, and for that I am truly sorry to have wronged you. But this is not the way, brother. The prophecy is a lie, it always was. It is nothing but a story told to children on a cold restless night. It cannot justify what you have done.”
Anger flashed across the fanatical brother’s face, before being replaced with a sorrowful expression. He backed away a few steps, as if struck by an arrow.
“No… No! You hated me, all of you did! I tried and tried and tried. And for what? Nothing… No, I will make you love me again. There is no other way… You’ll forgive me. You’ll see!”
“No! Don’t do this!” said he who was chained, but the look in his brother’s eye was final. He began to scream in rage, “This will accomplish nothing! You destroyed half the city; the other half is in flames! Do you hear their screams! Those were our people! You murdered our parents! You poisoned the palace with your lies! How could you?”
The crazed brother listened not but began to speak in a language that neither understood.
The pleading brother turned to rage as he tried in vain to break free from the chains. It dawned on him finally, he was going to die. He was going to be murdered and all for what?
He screamed at his brother for the last time. “I hate you! Do you hear me? I HATE YOU!”
Slowly but surely, as his brother struggled futilely, the knife wielding madman drew closer, now speaking faster and faster with each step. At the epitome of the verse, the ceremonial knife found a sheath within his brother’s heart. Then the world exploded, and the finality of death claimed them.
But it was not the end.
No…
It was the beginning of something new. Something far greater.
There was a truth to the prophecy after all, but not what either brother had expected. The old dagger had been a gateway, and the right conditions had been met. In that burning city, a top a dead palace, both brothers died as the world crumbled to dust. Their souls left behind the afterlife, and the hell each had been destined to.
Instead, they felt a pull. A calling for a greater purpose and along the way. The two wanted to become one, and so they shattered themselves. Both conflicted souls then sought dominion over the other, and so they fought in the dark between darkness for eons. Each time they broke apart, unable to mold together, they lost their memories and their identities but what they did not lose, was their personalities. And in the dark, the good was stripped away, leaving nothing behind but negativity.
And at last, as time became meaningless, the two finally became one. There were no longer two conflicting souls, but one which had been imprinted with both personae. He was hateful, he was destructive, and he was miserable but most importantly, he was.
In the great dark, there was silence all around him. A beautiful peace he felt. Yes, felt. The rage that burned inside was controllable in that place. There was nothing to lash out at, nothing to destroy, just tranquil dark and quiet.
He was content. But what was he? He thought upon it, yes thought. What a strange thing to do.
After but a moment or two, he realized what he was.
He was Orvus and he was at peace.
As soon as he thought his name, Orvus felt himself begin to fade, but it did not alarm him in any way.
It just felt right.
But something kept him awake. The pull.
One he had felt lifetimes ago, now growing stronger and stronger. He tried to ignore it and bury the maddening feeling, but it was all for naught.
With little warning, something broke the veil of darkness, and cast him into light. It was blinding at first, but his perception adjusted, and he made out a tear in the darkness. Like a cut, it leaked its light into the emptiness that he had knew so familiarly, now making it wholly unfamiliar.
Alien.
It called him. Something called him.
For the first time in his existence, he was afraid. He didn’t want to go. Why was it making him? But his choice had already been made a long time ago.
The tear began to physically pull him, and he panicked. He fought against the pull, lashing out at the nothingness, begging for help, but it was indifferent to his struggling and cries. It simply did not care about him, it never had. He grew angry at this undeniable truth, and that anger swiftly turned to unbridled rage. That it would deny him help was unthinkable.
Orvus ultimately made a fool of himself. For there was nothing there to destroy, or to hurt, and the nothingness mocked him in return. His fight almost died then, but rage was powerful. Orvus looked to the tear, and his diluted mind bore a delicious thought. If he could not hurt the nothingness, then whatever was pulling him, would soon face his wrath.
Then it swallowed him up and the nothingness left behind was once again content to be alone.
The journey was strange, he felt countless others, each a part of the same. A vast amount, more then he could ever imagine, being dragged with him. He tried to fight, tried to claw his way to the back, but he was powerless in such a place.
Then there was a bright flash of light and then everything. He felt himself become etched into this new reality, taking a fitting form that could interact. It was black, like a shadow attempting to form into a figure. Like smoke, it rose about him, but never dissipated. Then the light of the bright Goddess imprinted itself upon this form. Where the light touched him, numerous pinpricks of dull white molded to his body and chief among them were two bright eyes to see all that was before him.
He wished he had not looked.
For he saw him, and he knew what he was and what to call him.
Architect.
Orvus fell to his knees, the rage he had first felt now but smoke. His purpose was abundantly clear, and he hated it.
The young god then covered his face, whether out of shame or grief, he did not know. He thought long and hard about what had happened, what was happening, and what would happen. So caught up in these thoughts, he was oblivious so all those around him. His fellow Gods, these siblings who he knew by name.
He didn’t care about them, how could he? They held beautiful forms, ones of creation and purpose. But not he. He carried with him the undoing of such creation. He was better then they could ever be. Yet, a question came to mind, why would the Architect let him in?
This thought was maddening. For Orvus had known what peace had felt like! He had not wanted this- this abomination of an existence! Now he felt many things, and none of them were peace. He began to shake, the rage bottled up inside, would not be held back any longer.
Our story begins with a tale of two brothers. Backstory fluff for Orvus. Nothing really important.
Orvus begins to form in the darkness between dark, two souls coming together to form one new one.
He finds himself at peace there, but the pull would not allow him to fade from existence.
The pull opens into a tear, and he is taken through the portal against his will.
He arrives at the Architects palace and takes his form.
He knows his purpose is to create, but what he is, is the opposite of such a thing.
He falls to his knees and covers his face, his thoughts consuming him for a time. As such he his oblivious to everything around him.
He concludes that his existence is an abomination.
As such, he begins to tremble as his rage begins to rise.
It was not my intention to go silent, but I did and I apologize. I guess I was just waiting to see if anyone else would post/talk. But I fear everyone else is gone, having moved on to other rp's. It was fun while it lasted, I enjoyed writing Anu, but most of the people I was rp'ing with have left, leaving me stagnated. I am sorry.
It was a very interesting premise, and I would have liked to see where it was all going. @A Lowly Wretch You were a good GM, so don't blame yourself that this died. You did everything you could, and we failed you. Until next time, best of luck everyone.
@Cyclone@Muttonhawk@BBeast Thanks guys! Happy to be here with everyone. About Orvus having a depressed persona, don't worry, I'll be doing a great many things with him. And yeah, I'll change that sentence around.
Here goes nothing. Give me some of that sweet, sweet feedback. I probably messed something up along the way too.
Orvus
(Or-vus)
The Desolate. The Empty Lord. The Ruin.
Sphere
Above Galbar sits a large celestial body. Veradax is the name it was given, and it is the home of Orvus. The moon itself is fairly close to Galbar, and orbits every week. Veradax gives off a very dim glow, and even upon a full moon it does little to illuminate the night. Most notably, half of the moon has been completely shattered into millions of pieces of rock and dust. The size of the debris varies, from the smallest of particles, to the size of continents. This rock field is in constant turmoil with itself, and a violent place not for the stout of heart.
The side of Veradax that is whole, is a bleak place, in constant and unending twilight. A thick blanket of clouds covers this land, allowing nothing to grow or be caressed by light’s gentle warmth. Fierce lightning flashes across the sky, but even such light as that is fleeting and does little. A biting wind blows dust and ash in great storms that blanket vast expanses of terrain in a fine grey dust. When such storms die down, most of Veradax is unnaturally quiet and the absence of sound is one of its defining characteristics. The place is forlorn, and tragic to all who encounter it. Most would be driven mad by such silence, in the end.
But Veradax is not entirely empty. Here is home to the places abandoned, lands destroyed, the broken and forgotten. Eventually, Veradax will house ruins upon ruins of empty shells, devoid of the life they were first tasked with. Giant towers left to ruin, cities left to rot and even beings who were discarded. Cast aside, no longer wanted by their creators. All of these are no longer with purpose, but on Veradax they can be alone together. The broken side of the moon is devoid of any structure, for its nature is to only destroy.
Between the discards of builders, there resides great deserts of dust stretching on as far as the eye can see. A true, desolate wasteland with nothing but emptiness. To walk into the grey lands, is not death, but worse still- to be forgotten so completely, death know not what you are or how to claim you. But those who wander with purpose will find themselves in even greater peril.
Ultimately, Veradax is what Galbar leaves behind. They influence each other in a most abusive relationship. For Galbar gives Veradax a taste of what it wants most- To be whole and united again. In turn, because Veradax cannot be whole, it unleashes upon Galbar desolation, in the form of Moon-falls. Pieces of the moon are cast down upon the planet frequently, like a lover unable to do anything else but hit and scar, purely out of frustration. For Veradax is broken, and knows not what else to do but lash out. Most of the moon debris is small and would burn up in the atmosphere, but larger, deadlier fragments are capable of doing much harm. And that's not to say what passengers such debris might carry to the surface.
Eventually there will be breathable atmosphere on the intact side of the moon, but upon the onset of its creation, such a life sustaining thing has no need to exist. As time passes in the universe, the shattered side of the moon will also reform into that of a ring.
Location of Sphere
Celestial. Just above Galbar. May or may not touch any other Celestial Sphere. As it is quite Entropic.
Portfolio
There is emptiness in the universe, from barren plains, to lack of emotion and then the great black gulf between the stars. There is destruction all around, from a pebble breaking a vase, to an asteroid slamming into a continent. Broken things that can never be repaired to what they once were. Especially the self, for there will always be the smallest of cracks, unseen to the naked eye. Then there is sorrow, a simple word, yet so powerful an emotion. From the loss of a newborn, to the suffering of a friend. It can cripple even the mighty. The powers of desolation are both terrible and lonely and all of which are fundamental aspects of the universe, molded together to form Orvus. It his burden alone to bare.
Abilities
The Opposite of Creation is Destruction - Orvus can undo creation down to it's most fundamental level. From turning to dust, ripping apart, and shattering completely. All forms of destruction or within his grasp. The larger the object the more MP needed. (And of course, the blessing of all parties involved OOC)
Desolate Incarnate - His mastery of desolation is without question. He can turn a vibrant forest into little more then a wasteland devoid of life. Or turn a proud city into little more then a memory of its former self, so that it will join Veradax. He can also strike down any mortal with dismal emptiness. A sorrow so profound one would do anything to feel again.
More to be added. Maybe.
Persona
Orvus is a being one would consider neutral evil. He cares little for anything or anyone, and views his fellow gods with disdain, especially the Architect. Though he does not openly flaunt such thoughts, for he is always wary of that which he barely understands. His deep-rooted mistrust of all life was hounded into him at the moment of his birth. As such he holds no pity for any being lesser or greater, and any creations he oversees are little more than pawns to be used. Simple creatures that will only serve a specific purpose in the grand scheme of the universe. His tolerance for mortal kind is abysmal, especially that which is not under his control.
Orvus is prone to extreme bouts of anger and wrath, fueled by his self-loathing nature. The destructive side of his personality is rash, arrogant and unreasonable. It would be very unwise for any to approach him without good reason when he falls into his fits of rage. He can be known to destroy anything in his path, regardless of friend or foe. The trails of desolation are many, and always filled with pain.
When not feeling angry, Orvus feels a mix of negative emotions. It is a rather common sight to find him wandering Veradax aimlessly, and alone, with a downtrodden expression. Other times he is un-moving, and stands deep in thought, letting the dust of his sphere cover him entirely before having the urge to simply move. Positive emotions are absent from his being, he cannot feel them for they were never meant for one such as he. That is what Orvus believes anyway, for he is a deeply conflicted god.
He is most difficult to talk to and would rather be alone in the silence of his moon than anywhere else. This is not to say he isn’t invested in Galbar, for he does like to walk upon it from time to time, but his nature can be unpredictable, and creation has never been easy for the god. His works are prone to being flawed, for his negative essence is powerful.
Depending upon his mood, he can either have much ambition or little. One of the few things he actively sees as worth his time, is the barrier. It's no secret he enjoys silence, and the thought of an emptiness so endless with little noise, is a thought he holds on to. One day he would like to see what lies beyond, but until then, he will bide his time. There are other projects to work on, mortals to oversee, and desolation to cause.
Appearance
See image above. Will add descriptions of new appearances as they show up.
Orvus lacks any defining features upon his form. He is a dense shadow, dotted with small dim lights, not unlike a star. The shadow like substance that makes him, is in constant motion, like that of smoke from a fire. His eyes are the brightest lights upon his body, and he has no mouth. His form stands at a rather average height of seven feet. When enraged his form becomes quite entropic.
Member
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Fetzen
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Enzayne
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