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In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Celebration of Hate




The glow of the large bonfire blazed like a beacon in the dark forest. Smoke billowed up at the bright moon above, as if to caress the pale light with wispy hands. Lost forever in the Blackness between.

It was there they celebrated the winter solstice.

Adorned with furs, bright colors, headdresses, animal skulls and more, the tribe celebrated. There was laughter as much as there was silent contemplation to the gods and spirits.

And dancing. So much dancing.

“Come on Yalka! Dance with me!” Rorik smiled ear to ear, pulling on her deerskin sleeves. Yalka rolled her icy eyes, she hated dancing. It wasn’t that she wasn’t good at it, she just… Tripped over her own feet.

"You know I don't like dancing!" She retorted with a grin. Rorik did have a cute smile, maybe it wouldn't hurt?

"Oh come on you." He laughed, pulling her into the circle. The beating of the drums quickened and the two stopped in front of the other, before moving with the rhythm of the drums in a circle around and around each other. Chanting began with whoops and hollering.

Both smiled as their bodies touched at the height of the beat. Eyes focused, the temptation palpable as she glanced at his lips ever so often. Their heads moved closer, his breath warm. Her heart began to best fast as their lips tou-

There was a scream.

The mad drumming stopped. The singing ceased and the laughter was silenced. All eyes turned to where the screaming had come from. Yalka pulled away from Rorik to see… Rudia. It was Rudia, backing away from the edge of the clearing in haste. Her black hair was disheveled and her furs ripped in several places, as if she had run through a bramble.

Yalka followed her gaze from where she stood, the silence becoming deafening as she stared into the dark forest. She didn’t have to wait long, she could feel her heart begin to beat even faster, her palms becoming sweaty as a feeling of intense dread overcame her. She wanted to run from that feeling. Far, far away. Rorik grabbed her arm, his touch reassuring as he too looked into the forest.

And there, emerging from the black into the flickering light was a creature she had never seen before. It was no troll, and not a man. It was too tall to be a man and it had wings like a bird. Giant wings. It came to a stop, never lifting its haze from Rudia as she turned to run back into a group of hunters. She hid behind them, her soft sobs the only sound beside the flame crackling.

Many began to whisper that it was a spirit. She had never seen one before but the stories of those that had, had never mentioned they were so tall. In fact, they were small. Like tiny humans with wings.

Chief Valgro made his way closer, behind him trailed a handful of hunters and a few brought elder Rans with them. They stopped a good ways away from it. Seeing Rans however, Yalka pushed forward but Rorik caught her again.

"Let me go." She hissed.

"No, Yalka. Let them handle it. Rans would not want you there and you know it. He would want his granddaughter safe." Rorik held onto her arm tightly and she fell back, pressing herself to him as she watched with wide eyes. Rorik was right of course but she couldn't shake that feeling of dread.

They seemed to be talking to it and it was talking back, though she could not hear what they were saying. Rans stepped forward, leaning heavily on his stick with one hand and raising his other as he spoke. Whatever he said, seemed to be working. As the spirit began to back away.

As it turned to leave however, it paused and spun around. This time, several men buckled as the spirit's gaze fell upon them and a few ran. Valgro stepped forward, brandishing his spear as the Spirit came forward again. Yalka's heart beat faster but Valgro struck the creature hard enough for sparks to fly. It paused and time seemed to slow down. Before she knew it, a large weapon struck Valgro in the head, exploding it into a fine mist and before anyone could react, the spirit swung again, striking Rans down.

Yalka screamed and broke free from Rorik, running as fast as she could to her grandfather. The tribe exploded into a frenzy of action after that. Woman and children screamed, men yelled to run and fight and the spir- No, the daemon struck down two more hunters as she neared. It turned to her but simply laughed as it beat its wings, flying into the air and over her. The gust flung her down but she quickly rebounded, clambering to her feet as she stumbled over to Rans.

She fell to her knees beside the old man, who's torso and furs were covered in blood. He was not breathing.

"No no NO!" She screamed, face twisted into anger as she looked to find her quarrel. It fought several hunters, bashing them down one at a time, letting their spears hit over and over. It roared madly but it would soon cry out in pain!

Yalka grabbed a spear and ran at the thing. She dodged and weaved through panicking tribesmen and by the time she had arrived where the daemon was, the hunters around him were dead. And more alarming was that it's helmet as well as its weapon lay on the ground beside it. Yet it was no longer even fighting but going through the feast pots.

Now it was her chance, while it was distracted. She hated her spear, yelled a war cry and watched as it turned to face her. A face pale as snow and distant as the far ices looked at her with disdain. She flung the spear anyways and her aim was true. It plunged itself into it's exposed throat with a sickening gurgle.

The daemon flung its head back, leaning over about to topple. She knew it. But her heart stopped as it wrapped a hand around the wooden shaft and wrenched the spear free. Orange blood gushed from the wound and before her very eyes, the fatal wound closed shut. The daemon frowned as it dropped the spear.

It tilted its head to the side before looking around her before settling on her gaze. "Look around, little human. You are alone." It said.

She did just that and it was true. All around her was corpses. Not one living person in sight. Where was Rorik? Was he dead?

"Your aim was true, I'll give you that. Perhaps it deserves a reward?" The daemon smiled, revealing pearly teeth.

She tried to run but her knees buckled and she felt woozy. She looked up at the creature as it approached, wanting to scream for help but her voice caught in her throat and her world faded to black.



She tasted blood. Rubbing her hand to her nose, she looked down to see a fine trail of crimson. She spit, a gush of pink and red spittle fell across the white snow. Grimacing, a flare of anger welled up inside. She eyed daggers at the smug face of Dale and let out a howl of fury as she swung like a mad man at him.

Dale dodged the first few swings but got backhanded by a third and reeled back, giving her an opening to tackle him to the ground. There they rolled about, boys, girls, and their older peers nagging them on, within the forming circle.

Each was trying to get the upper hand over one another. To pin them and let put a flurry of blows. Dale was stronger then she was but he was also slower and not as quick. His only advantage was that she was tall and he could wrap his hands around her arms easily.

All was looking dire as Dale got on top of her and raised his fists to bring down a blow, but she sprung up her upper torso and headbutted him. There was a loud smack and her ears began ringing but it worked. It stunned Dale just enough to where she was able to push him backwards and get on top. She began to wail on him and that was when she felt another blow on her face.

As she toppled off, she had just enough time to see it was Dale's friends. She instinctively wrapped herself into a ball, protecting her head as they punched and kicked her.

It felt like minutes passed before a voice scattered everyone.

"Kia!" The voice was deep and gruff.

"Get up Kia, they're gone." Rorik nudged her. She opened her eyes and gazed up at the old man. His look of disapproval made her want to curl back up and diseaper but she got up onto her feet feeling sore and looking like a mess.

She lowered her head as Rorik began to speak. "What happened this time?"

She felt her hands ball into fists once more. "Dale he- He insulted me."

"And you thought it wise to fight the chieftain's son? Again?" Rorik raised his voice. "How many times do I have to tell you Kia! Do. Not. FIGHT!"

She raised her own voice now and looked at him with anger in her eyes. "I'm not going to let him-"

"Let him what?" Rorik interrupted. "Let him insult you? Let him poke fun? You're bigger then this Kia! I expected more from y-"

"HE CALLED MY MOTHER THE DAEMON'S WHORE!" She screamed, shaking in rage just at the mere memory.

Rorik looked as if he had been struck by a terrible blow and he deflated with a long sigh.

"I wanted to hurt him, Rorik. I wanted him to feel my pain. Is that so wrong?

Rorik looked her over, his eyes showing the same look of disapproval. One she had grown familiar with. She frowned.

"Let's go home." He said, not waiting for her reply. Kia watched him limp off and looked down at her trembling hands, bits of frost had begun to form. She took a raspy breath and closed her eyes, tightening her hands. Letting the warmth back in, she opened her eyes and knew the frost was gone.

She then hurried after Rorik, wincing in pain as she did.



The next day came and she woke up feeling even worse. Her entire body hurt from the beating, but it couldn't stop her. It wouldn't.

She got up out of bed, put her platinum hair into a tight bun and wrapped herself in her furs. She needed to get to the hot springs and wash up before Rorik made a fuss about hunting. She crept past his sleeping form and made her way out into the brisk early morning. Not even the sun was out yet but she hoisted her pack on her back and grabbed her spear.

By the time she made it to the hot spring caves, the morning sun was peaking out over the tall evergreens. It would be a sunny day, with little warmth.

She thanked the gods when she entered the empty hot springs and quickly pulled her clothes off before dipping into the hot water with a sigh. She splashed her dainty face and ran in her fingers through her hair, and scrubbed grime and dried blood from the rest of her skinny body. She thought about the days past events and couldn't help but furrow her brow just thinking about what Dale said.

He and the others were a bunch of trollkin always, being mean to her. She knew why they did it. She only had to look into the water to see just how different she looked. Not entirely human… Just another freak. Worse… Tainted by the Daemon's blood. She shivered just thinking about it.

She hit the water with a fist and sank back in angry contemplation. As she did, the water rippled across the hot springs, and, for a brief moment, she saw something behind her. Turning around rapidly, there was nothing, but, a soft haze came over her mind, almost as if the spring’s steam had entered in.

”Child of a Daemon, Bastard Spawn, Freak, Different, I do wonder if mortals do tire of using the same words over and over again.” A voice rang out in her head, it was calm, yet filled with joy, and she could not quite identify its gender.

Kia stood up in haste, nearly falling over as she looked around the room. "Who's there!" She shouted in anger, covering herself with her hands. Their words stung and only added to her mounting anger.

”Have no fear my dear,” The voice rang out once more, ”I am, a friend, someone who wishes you no harm, in fact, I have come to help you.”

"Who comes to help by calling names and being too cowardly to show themselves!" She yelled, narrowing her eyes as she looked around again.

A soft chuckle emanated from around her ”You mistake me dear, I mean not to mock you, but those who see if fit to utilize the same old insults again and again, I do grow bored of it after a while, as for showing myself, well, I guess I can give it a shot.”

Suddenly, the steam began to gather and coalesce, forming a strange figure, faceless and lanky, pointed legs with no feet, and a single hole where an eye should go.

”That better?”

She gasped and fell backwards in the water. She emerged shortly after sputtering and breathing hard. The figure was still there and only then did she realize who was talking to her.

"You are a god?" She asked.

Another chuckle ”Yes, I am, and you my dear, have drawn my attention, as your life is, well, very close to my work, and I figured I could not just allow an actor as special as yourself to go unnoticed, and so,” The figure stretched its arms out wide, gesturing towards the spring they were in ”Here I am, a friend, to offer you some help.”

She blushed. "You want to help me?" She asked.

”Why of course! The god loudly proclaimed ”You have so much potential as an actor in this Great Play! A tragic backstory! A motivation to fight those who have oppressed her! I couldn’t have come up with something better myself.” The figure stood, drawing closer to her ”So tell me dear, what is it you desire most?”

"My mother." She blurted out. "I-I desire my mother, oh God." She followed, a wild look in her eyes.

The god was, for a brief moment, silent, then, it spoke, its voice quieter this time ”You desire your mother? I, see.” They were silent for a few more moments. ”I may be able to aid you in that, not directly, that is not my, department persay, but I think I can give you something that’ll help in your future quest.”

"Yes. Please! Anything. I'll do anything! I'll hunt down the Daemon and make him suffer for what he did to her if I have to. I just want her back." She sniffed.

”Very well my dear, now, hold still.” Suddenly, the once intense heat of the springs vanished, replaced by a frigid cold, the figure of the god reached out one of its lanky arms towards her, lightly tapping her upon her forehead. A shiver of cold shot down her spine, settling itself within her. It remained that way for a few brief moments, before the heat returned.

”That, should do it, your inherent powers of ice brought to the forefront, and made, far better if I do say so myself, it’ll take practice, but, I have high hopes for you my dear.”

She stared at her hands, a look of shock crossed her face. "Ice? Oh no. Oh no no. I can't… They'll hate me even more. They'll-They'll… What will Rorik think?" She cried out.

”Worry not my dear,” The god placed one of its arms upon her shoulder, and stared at her with their singular ‘eye’ ”What they think, is of no consequence of you, they hate you, because you are better than them, they are nothing more than useless pieces in the Great Play, but you? You my dear have so much potential, let not their words pierce your heart, instead, use them to harden your resolve, they may sling their useless insults towards you, but you, you shall always have the eyes of the gods upon you, and you shall go on to do far more than they or their descendents ever shall”

His words helped her a bit and she nodded. They would always hate her for what she was, that she knew. Could that change? She did not think so. But Rorik… How would he react?

"What is your name, oh God?" She asked, changing the subject.

”You, may refer to me as Yamat, if you ever require aid, merely pray towards me, and I shall see what I can do.”

"Yes… I will remember that, Yamat. Thank you, for your help." She said in a small voice.

”Of course my dear.” They spoke, and she could almost sense a hint of kindness within. Then, the steam and the haze dissipated, leaving her once more alone within the Hot Springs.

Kia settled back into the pool, unsure of what to think. It would be a long time before she would leave.






In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Cold Rage




"Where is it!" Came a ferocious growl, amplified by sheer dread.

The scrawny man with horns spoke in gibberish again, looking anywhere but upon his visage. Fresh blood dripped from his nose and his left eye was swollen shut, black and bruised upon his pale skin.

Malri threw him to the ground, where the horned man collided with the mangled bodies of others of his kind. Crushed by the mace that was still dripping with their blood. Bows, spears and broken shields littered the snow covered ground around them as the man began to crawl backwards over the corpses. Eyes tightly shut as he pleaded in a language that fell upon ears that did not understand.

Malri rummaged through another pack, letting its contents fall out onto the ground. Just flasks of water, leather and other useless items! He stomped on the contents in a fit of rage before gripping the mace tighter and walking towards the man.

"WHERE IS YOUR FOOD!" He screamed at him and the man instinctively went to cover his face, yelling in that stupid language of his. It was enough to make any being angry.

Malri fell to his knees, dropping the mace to his side as he used his free hands to grip the man by the shoulder and his other hands to cave his head in with one punch. Blood and viscera splattered his helmet but Malri did not stop until the nothing of the man's head remained. At least nothing that could be seen as a head.

He leaned over the and shut his eyes tight as the gnawing in his stomach reminded him of why he had killed them all. They would not listen! They could not understand! And so he had butchered them for their ignorance, trying to find sustenance in the frozen land that surrounded him in all ways. He slammed a fist into the ground and cursed Neiya for his predicament. She was behind all of his suffering and the mere thought of her made him angry. Oh how he wanted to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze. Watching the life drain from her eyes would bring him joy.

With a grumbled sigh, he grabbed his weapon and stood up. He unfurled his wings and took off into the sky, leaving the carnage behind as his hunt for food continued. Without food, those inferior creatures would not have ventured far from a home. He just had to find it.



He did see smoke in the distance. Far away, more like a scraggly black line in the air. It would be a time before he arrived and the cold was not helping. He had to land, teeth chattering underneath the helmet. It was cold, why was the sun not warming him?

He looked up at it briefly and cursed under his breath. "So much for your great kindness!" He said aloud. "The great Oraeliara," he scoffed now, "Her sunlight can't even keep me warm. Have you forsaken me too?" He stumbled, and let put a exasperated yell before punching the snow covered ground. His fist went through a layer of snow and struck something hard, breaking several of his fingers in the process. The pain that swiftly followed turned to a profound rage and Malri lashed out at nothing in his anger. He threw his mace at a distant tree, before eventually collapsing to his knees out of sheer exhuastion.

"You poor thing!" a voice spoke in his head, filling him with warmth. He knew of such presences and immediately went on the defensive.

"Come to mock me more, have you, Neiya?" He said angrily, "Come to rub it in my face? Well go on then!"

"Neiya… I'm not Neiya!" she laughed. "I'm Oraeliara, duh. You said my name didn't you? Did you? I can't really remember that well. How did I get here?" There was a pause, "Oh yeah! You said the sun wasn't warm and that stood out to me soooooo- Boop!" a small, yellow glowing stone landed before him. "That will keep you warm!"

Malri hesitated. He didn't like Oraeliara. Or the accursed Oraeliari. But… But if she was going to help him… Or was she? He looked at the stone, it didn't seem like a trap. With his thumb and index finger he plucked the stone up, and a burst of warmth shot into him, breathing life into his freezing limbs.

"Why would you… Help me?" He asked.

"Uhh… Because you needed it?"

"But why? I'm a Neiyari. You should hate me for what I am." He confessed.

"I don't truly hate anything… Well maybe except myself." There was another awkward pause, one in which Malri could hardly believe what he was hearing. "Oh! I said that outloud, didn't I?" She began to giggle, but it slowly turned to soft crying, and then silence.

"Goddess?" Malri asked.

"Oh hello!" she said. "Who are you again?" she asked.

Malri squinted behind his helmet. Something wasn't quite right with this goddess. He looked over the small stone again. If she had given him such a small gift out of kindness, what more could he get out of her?

"Goddess! I am… Malri. One who has been cursed by Neiya and a God of Misery. They cast me away from the homeland, as a sick joke and told me many terrible things. Please help me goddess. My hand is broken and I cannot speak the language of the locals. I don't want to be hated here, like I was in the Luminant." He lied, feigning his voice to sound weak.

Oraeliara did not speak for a moment and Malri feared his rise had been seen through but then she spoke.

"Ugh! Neiyyaaaaaa. Why do you have to hurt people." she whined. "Why are you like this Neiya? And a God of misery…?" Her voice faded as if she was lost in thought before returning with renewed vigor in her voice. "Well! I don't know who that is but I know Neiya! So of course I'll help youuuuu! No one should have to suffer from her and her partners! Let's see, let's see! Oh I know!"

There was a clanging sound and he felt two bands of something hard wrap around his upper arms. Almost immediately his fingers, minor cuts and bruises faded away, replaced by mended bone and tissue. Another clang sounded and a pendant with a silver chain landed before him as well. He scooped it up quickly and brought the sparkling gem closer to his face.

"Okay, okay, so get this Nalri. No, that's not right. What was your name again?" she asked.

"Malri, Goddess." He whispered.

"Malri! That's right. So I gave you, like, these bands that should heal you really well and a pendant that lets you communicate with others. Isn't that great! I helped you out!"

"Indeed you have, Goddess… You have my thanks." Malri stood up, flexing his wings as new feathers grew to replace those lost. He felt warm and full of vigor in the cold frozen wastes.

"Hey what did they curse you with, anyways? You have like, really spooky armor." she inquired.

“Oh, that… That is my curse, never able to take it off.” Another lie. “And they’ve made me prone to anger. Their cruelty knows no bounds, but these gifts you’ve given, they can begin to heal my wounded soul.”

”Well that’s too bad! I’d remove the curses if I could, but for now, you should be in good hands! Haha! I gotta go now, there’s like this- flower. It’s really big and blue.” and the presence left his head.

Malri’s smirk became laughter as the sun began to set. He turned his head to the distant line of smoke and once more leapt into the sky. He soon realized that he had left his mace behind, but with the gifts Oraeliara had given him, he did not need such a crude instrument. It then appeared in his hand and Malri cursed again.







In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




Oraelia buzzed with excitement as she stepped out of her portal and into Antiquity. Her base form could hardly be seen underneath the luminous glow her body gave off. It constantly shimmered, pulsed and just wouldn’t sit still for a single second. She skipped out on the alabaster stones, quickly forgetting why she had even come to Antiquity, other than to just enjoy that giant pillar before her! Or or or walking into that one hallway without any sort of recollection of how she got there.

Oraelia shrugged, then giggled loudly as she skipped down it. She plopped another berry when she was feeling a bit low and her energy rebounded, and she switched forms and zoomed off as a little green orb. She never lingered anywhere for too long, because there was always something new and exciting to see!

That was until she flew into a portal.

The sight before her, stole her breath and for one fleeting moment, the small orb that she was, paused in awe to stare at the beauty before her. Then she quickly flew off towards a floating island, bathed in the light of a blue sun, with stars so aplenty she felt small. She skirted over the island, gazing at what it contained with a blink before moving off to the next one with an excited laugh.

What a beautiful place! It reminded her of something, but she couldn’t place it.

She flew through a ruby stream, and danced within a garden of glowing plants and she stole a glance at the blue sun and she smiled for it was beautiful in her bliss. The life there was strange and whimsical, always running from her like in a game of chase. She couldn’t contain her laughter, as she switched forms again, and landed within a pool of topaz. She floated, plopping another berry in her mouth.

Who knew Antiquity had such beauty!



Qael sat on an island. Motionless. His six eyes were open but all shimmering with iridescent lights. Galbar continued to be far more intriguing than his own little realm. Kubrajzar was trudging quietly along, creating about as much magic as he had anticipated for them. Mydia’s collective arcane knowledge was furthest ahead in all of Galbar. Not just due to the presence of The Library or Orb on the continent. Peace and trade seemed to be taking precedence over conflict. For now, at least. Toraan was getting somewhat worrisome though. Especially in the north, where Gibbou’s druids had chosen to become troublesome indeed. At the same time Qael’Naath had seen a spell that should not have come from Toraan as well. A spell none should have access too, perhaps ever. If only he had more time, he could’ve investigated it. Right now though, he had to be the steward of all the newly created spells. It was thanks to the god of magic that most of them didn’t flutter out of existence anymore.

Yet his attention was ripped away the second a foreign entity entered his portal. All six eyes stopped shimmering and the god of magic rose from his meditative position to float around in his realm. He spotted the divergence of his designs soon enough: the goddess of the sun. Her presence surprised him. “Sister…I did not expect you. I-“ How did his siblings generally greet each other in their realms? He had only visited Cadien’s realm, and then only momentarily. “How may I help you?”

She seemed to sit up at the sound of his voice, eyes blazing with light as she smiled widely at him. ”Oh hellllooooo!” she said, giggling. ”Isn’t this place so beautiful! I didn’t think Antiquity could have color, it’s soooo dull.” there was a lull in her voice, before she blinked, ”Do you come here often?” she asked.

“I-I. This is- I live-“ Qael was entirely sure what to say first. “You must be mistaken, sister. This isn’t Antiquity. It’s my realm. I made when we were first ripped away from Galbar. I work here as well. Antiquity can indeed be somewhat dull at times. Or noisy.” She most certainly was akin to Gibbou, much to his own surprise. “Thank you, for the compliment.” He quickly added with a faint smile, which sadly remained hidden under his hood. “It means a lot coming from someone as beautiful and radiant as you.”

”Oh! Your own realm!” she looked around then back at Qael. ”That makes sense! It is very beautiful and radiant.” Her eyes seemed to widen a bit. ”Just... like... me?” Her golden light erupted into a deep red as she glanced away from Qael and down at the pool. Her hands bunched up in front of her face as she stuttered. ”O-Oh s-stop you, y-you’re too kind.”

Qael was confused. “Apologies sister. Did I say something wrong? You seem to have turned somewhat red.” Was this not how most mortals greeted each other? With small compliments? He reckoned most gods would react just as well to the compliments any mortals would. It would make them, hopefully, more friendly towards him. Alas, right now Qael’Naath was afraid he had somehow enraged the goddess somehow. Even though she did not sound angry.

Oraelia looked up at him from between her fingers, her color fading back into gold slowly. ”N-No need to apologize. I-I-I uh…” she quickly took from a small pouch a crimson colored berry and plopped it into her mouth. She seemed to relax, and her golden color returned even brighter. She laughed and dropped her hands, placing them on her hips. ”You feel sooooo familiar!” she quickly went on. ”Like, I feel as if we’ve met before, or I’ve… Felt your presence?” she seemed to pause, her eyes darting to a particularly bright moth. She gasped and went in for a closer look. ”It’s sooooo bright! And so small! Oh oh, I love small cute things. They make me so happy.”

The god of magic outstretched his hand towards the moth and ushered it closer to Oraelia. It was, after all, made purely out of mana. As was everything in his realm. At his mental command, several other moths appeared to dance around the sun goddess. “Perhaps you’ve seen me in the works of your daughter. Lucia is a bright pupil of magic. It’s an honor to have her master my magic. She’s a very clever and kind girl.” He said. These were not niceties to placate the goddess. The compliments were genuine. “Or maybe you’ve seen my influence on Galbar. Mana, my charge, is everywhere on the planet. Mortals are on a cusps of reaching their first milestone there.” As was by design. At least the modified design. Lifeblood’s sudden removal of him from the world of Galbar and his subsequent two millennia absence had some consequences upon his grander designs. None the less he spoke with great pride of his creation.

Oraelia seemed to be smitten with glee as she let the Moth’s land on her. She laughed as their little legs tickled her. ”Lucia!” she suddenly exclaimed, ”Yeah! My daughter, my love! You helped her? That’s wonderful! Thank you soooooo much!” She began to mimic the moth’s dance. ”You must have helped Auriëlle and Soleira too! Yes! That’s right! Your essence was upon them! Oh oh oh! I love Soleira, she’s such a caring and loving Oraeliari. Her heart is so pure and golden and,” she teared up, ”I love her so much.” She sighed, ”Then there’s Auriëlle, my heart goes out to her. She’s lost her way and believes killing is the only thing she can ever be good at. It breaks my heart, it does. I just wish there was-” she stopped and then laughed as a moth landed on her nose.

“Well, in all honesty Lucia helped me and I simply repaid the favor. Well no, that does not do what she did justice.” Qael’Naath said. “She made me understand all life should be cared for. Not simply observed from a distance. Though I might not yet be perfect at it still. Especially not compared with the life-giver herself.” He walked around a dancing Oraelia, observing her form as she moved around. Dancing, mortals would have called it. In fact some dances were used by mortals to invoke his magic. It was a wonderful sight to be sure.

“I have not heard of the name ‘Auriëlle’. She is probably a Servant. Though I am surprised you could feel my essence upon her. Considering their blessing is exceptionally thinly stretched.” Qael’Naath continued. With his hands behind his back. “Alas, many mortals live tragic lives and resign themselves to the simplicity of murder. I will admit my gifts can be… uniquely advantageous in such regards.” By now he was somewhat musing to himself. “We cannot save them all.”

“Yet this Soleira… an Oraeliari you say? My dear sister, I do believe you are mistaken.” He said with a small smile and his arms behind his back. “I’m afraid I could not yet bless the winged ones with the gift of mana. Their creation, it sits outside the great plan. I require time to ruminate upon their existence. For one to have my blessing, well it is utterly impossible.” He let out a small chuckle.

”Nope!” Oraelia said with a wide smile. ”Both of them definitely were blessed by you. In fact, Auriëlle had been told by your Servants that she had been blessed by you! She still doesn’t believe it to be true, but I see now! And Soleria, she has extra wings that allow her to do magic, I didn’t give it to her!” Oraelia giggled again.

“Very droll Oraelia.” Qael’Naath said with a slightly bigger smile. “You must have seen my creation in the Hreeclii Isles. I assure you, the animal is simply an experiment and a herald of a much larger test I have intended for the region.” He lowered himself as he was about to sit down on something invisible. Yet under him the soft round rocks moved to make the chair. “But for such a power to inhabit something with sapience, free will and a complex, creative mind? Heavens could you imagine the danger!? This – Auriëlle, was it? – would be cataclysmic for the mortals! But I assure you, my designs do not allow for such a concentration of power in a singular sapient creature for still some centuries. Perhaps with some well-argued exceptions. Mortals have proved to be surprising, at times.”

”What’s, uh, the Hercelii isles?” she asked, staring at him now. ”Plus, Auriëlle, sorta does… Vaporize people.” she said softly.

Qael’s purple skin turned a very unhealthy shade of blue. “I-I-I-“ he began to stammer. Two of his six eyes began to shimmer again. On Galbar the Winds of Magic was edging and almost shrieking in the air as it scoured the stream for that spell he had seen. The second he had it, he pulled it apart. Observed every bit of it while he began to shiver on his rock-chair. “Oh heavens.” He said, as he felt himself realize what he had done. “Oh siblings forgive me.” How could he have been so blind. He tried to get up, but instead nearly fell off his chair. “This is terrible.” He turned, for a moment, to Oraelia. “And there are two of them!? Oh heavens. The design.” The gently floating glades suddenly stopped in their orbit. Then moved again. Some faster, some slower. Some moved the opposite direction. He managed to get up by himself. “This is a disaster. A cataclysm. The world! It’s not yet ready! I should- I should eradicate them. Yes, yes. A quick end.” His body continued to shiver and shake. Four eyes lit up. None of them shimmered now. Instead they shifted between a dark violet and deep crimson.

He felt two arms wrap around him in an instant. ”It’s okay- It’s okay.” she said, patting him on the back. ”There’s nothing to be sorry about! And they most surely don’t need to die. There is always another solution. They are beautiful souls, after all. They do not deserve death when they have barely lived. Guidance, if anything, they should learn from you. Do not forget the words Lucia told you. You must care for them, for they are your daughters Qael.” she squeezed him tightly. ”Oh look a bird!” she said with a mouthful, as she let go of him.

“Lucia. Yes Lucia. Oh dear I nearly did it again.” Qael’Naath said as the four eyes shimmered with all the colors of a rainbow again. He took deep breaths, trying to simulate what mortals used to do when they panicked. It didn’t work. “Sister you.. Tell me of Auriëlle. I need to know it all.” He needed to know the full extent of his failings. Perhaps he could make it work. Perhaps they weren’t errors in the grand design. Perhaps they were just…outliers. Anticipated irregularities. Something he could work with.

Except Oraelia did not respond right away. Instead she giggled as she tried to jump up to touch the bird, who had landed in the tree over her. It looked down at her with large eyes. ”Come here, come here!” she asked. The god of magic let out a deep sigh. Perhaps Oraelia wasn’t the best person to ask. He outheld his hand once more and the bird flew down to sit upon Oraelia’s hand.

She stroked its head softly, her glow growing brighter as she did. "I really love animals. They're so innocent and precious. Have you seen what their babies look like? Like mini versions!" she gushed.

Qael’Naath managed to gather himself as much as he could. His skin still wasn’t the full purple it should be though. With a wordless command he banished any and all small animals away. The bird itself managed to fly up and then away, out of sight from Oraelia. “Sister, it is of vital importance that you tell me everything about-“ He could barely say it. The word stopped in his throat. Yet he forced it out. “-my daughters.”

Oraelia waved to all the animals as they left. She then turned to Qael. "Daughters! Yes! Uhhhh…" she seemed to rummage through her little pack but came up empty. She stilled at once then looked again with quicker hands. "I um… I have to go! Yeah! I forgot something!" she said, breathing heavily. She managed to trip into Qael again and their skin touched. Oraelia's memories of Soleira and Aurielle flashed before him and then just as quickly they turned to a green Sylphi, one he quickly knew as Genesis, her own daughter, and Oraelia's subsequent pain at her death and her relief in the berries. The connection then shattered.

Oraelia dusted herself off and shouted, "Oh oh! Sorry, clumsy me! I need to go! Bye!"

“No, no, no!” Qael shouted. “No please I…” He had no idea what to say. What to think. The pain she carried through. The berries. It all became clear, then it got muddled again. Muddled by things he didn’t understand. His mind turned to chaos. “Oraelia I saw what… happened.” Where was he going with this? He didn’t know himself. The only thing that became undeniably clear was his own recklessness. His own narrow minded stupidity. He was seconds away from killing one of his own children. Yet now he had seen the heartbreak that would’ve caused. The pain it would summon.

Oraelia stopped in mid run and turned her head, she then shook her head wildly. ”I’m sorry, Qael.” Her voice broke. ”I-It’s m-me… I h-have to go.” she clutched her heart. ”C-Care for them. Don’t be me.” she said, changing forms and zooming off into the distance.

Qael left standing. Around him his realm was trying to recover. He sat down again. This time no stones built up a chair underneath him. He remained that way. Shocked. Stunned. It would take decades of ruminations before he could even place his own daughters within the designs he himself had created. And at the same time he would have to actually find a way to care for them. There was still a pang of pain in his heart. A remnant from Oraelia’s memory of Genesis. The sun goddess, she needed help. Now more than ever. Help Qael’Naath couldn’t even give her. “I can’t do this alone.” He eventually whispered to himself, as two eyes began to shimmer again.


In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




“Ah ha! You’re here!” A quick hand pulled back the blue curtain to find… Nothing… Again. Oraelia furrowed her brow and breathed out through her nose. ”Genesis! This isn’t funny anymore! Come out this instant young lady!” she stomped her foot, wincing at the sound. Had it always been so quiet? Where had all the laughter gone? The joy? When she’d tickle Genesis, the entire house had drunk in her laugh. No more. Just the empty wind that ruffled her unkempt hair and worn down dress.

How long had it been?

A day? A week? Months? Years? She pursed her lips and looked around the parlor, then up to the second level. They were just playing hide and seek, right? Who knew how long it had been since she first began her search. She had first combed through the tall grass, then through the tulip fields, the forests, the streams, the meadows and on and on- Every inch of her realm, then the house. The house was always the last, for she never knew if Genesis doubled back or not.

Oraelia walked up the stairs for the third time since her search started, sliding her hand across the wooden railing like before. Was she in her room, finally sleeping? Her lips pulled into a smile at the thought. Peacefully sleeping, just like before. Hopefully for not as long.

Her shaky hand rested on the doorknob to Genesis’ room, before she opened it with a creak. Her shoulders drooped as her smile became a frown. No one was there. Head low, she shut the door and walked away.

A familiar thought crossed her mind. ”She wouldn’t have left… Not without telling me, right?” She doubted herself.

Her walk became a brisk jog. Her hands became clammy as a chill went up her spine. ”Genesis! Where are you! Come out! This isn’t funny anymore!” she shouted to the silence, her jog becoming a sprint as she flew down the stairs. She slammed open the front door, eyes looking every which way. ”GENESIS!” her voice boomed across her realm.

There was no reply. No childish laughter, or teenage angst. Just the wind. Even the birds had quieted.

Oraelia grabbed her head with both of her hands and shut her eyes. Where had she gone! Where had she gone! Where had she gone!

Her eyes snapped open to the portal. Of course! How could she be so foolish, she was probably in her own realm. The Goddess warped into her wisp form and shot off for the portal. Within seconds she was out into the bleakness that was Antiquity and made a beeline for Genesis’ portal. As she approached however, the once green portal that so closely resembled her own… Was gone.

She shifted back into her human form, a large lump caught in her throat as she clutched her fists tightly. It was gone. It was gone! There was nothing there! Just a wall. ”No…” Her voice returned. ”No no no! Genesis!” she fell to her knees as the tears began to flow. She wiped them away and slammed her fist into the ground, cracking stone. ”No! Come back! You come back! You promised! You promised you wouldn’t leave me again! You said- You said…” Her voice broke as she fell forward, her hair almost touched the ground. ”Why-why didn’t you say g-goodbye?” She cried, body shaking as the floodgates were opened. ”What did I do, daughter? What did I do?”



A haze fell on her again. Worse then what Neiya caused. So much worse. It was like a part of her had been ripped out, torn from her very heart. Genesis was gone. Her daughter, her little plant. She reached out to her, but there came no reply- no connection. The worst had come to pass, she didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t believe it. Her Genesis, she was dead, or so far lost within the lifeblood, she couldn’t be reached.

The lifeblood... She cursed it. First it locked them out, kept them prisoners, and now it had taken her baby. What had she done to deserve such a fate?

Slumped up next to her tree, Oraelia’s entire glow had faded. How could there be light? She turned her head to look down at her hands, the scars of her past standing out like never before. She shut her eyes, not able to bear the sight.

She should have been a better mother, more caring and attentive. Why did they even call her ‘mother?’, she was terrible at it. One of her daughters ended up being alone for two thousand years and the other one… Was gone. How pathetic was she?

She needed Gibbou. She would talk to her, make her feel something again. Anything would be better than the crushing weight upon her chest. It made her groggy, singular in focus, and very much tired. She couldn’t sleep, because she was so afraid of how long it would take to make the pain subside.

She just needed a little warmth. A bit of pas-

Her eyes flashed open and she lifted her hand up. She breathed and blew onto her hand. A red berry grew from seed to fruit in an instant and before she even had time to look upon it, she plopped it into her mouth. The sweet taste of the berry washed over her tongue and down her throat, but it wasn’t enough. She conjured forth a handful and mashed them into her mouth, with some of the juices running over her lips as she chewed. She didn’t care.

Warmth blossomed outwards from her chest like an explosion, flowing into her limbs and returning her glow. A giggle escaped her lips and she sat up straighter, conjuring more berries and plopping them into her mouth one by one.

Like a flower blossoming, euphoria began to replace the pain and sorrow, washing them away in a tide of blissful warmth. She stood up with a spring in her step, her skin having returned even greater in its luminescence. Another giggle escaped her lips as she looked around with large eyes, flickering to and fro from every little thing she saw. Was her realm always so beautiful?

Oraelia began to skip down the hill and into the grass, laughing as she went with not a care in the world. Everything was just too beautiful and she was just so… hot. She picked up her speed, the cool breeze sending goosebumps over her skin. It felt divine! Wait, she was divine!

She looked down and smirked, before flicking her hand. A large hole channeled itself into the dirt, swallowing the grass and flowers into its depths. A flood of water quickly filled the hole to reveal a sizable pond, which she then flung off her dress and dived into. The water was freezing cold, but the heat from her body quickly began to bubble about her. That tickled her and she swam into the colder depths.

It was there the cold won, chilling her to her core with each passing second. Oraelia did not fight it, instead she let herself drift in the deep until she felt herself hit bottom in the murky black. Her giggles released air bubbles into the water, which she tried to poke but it was no use.

Having cooled off now, she stood up right and knelt down, before kicking off. It was a powerful burst of speed that shot her out of the water and up into the air, where she free falled, laughing all the way. She landed in the grass, leaving a small crater, but she didn’t care, how could she? The clouds were beautiful! Genesis would love the-

She shot upright and held her head, grimacing as her breathing became heavy.

What was she doing? This wasn’t- What had Evandra said? Indulge too much and become addicted?

A sharp pain erupted from her heart and she clutched at her chest. ”No… Just-just let me be happy for once…” Her voice was small. She pulled up her shaky hand again, steadying it with her other and summoned more berries. She took one by the stem and was about to plop it in her mouth when she stopped, lowering it.

She was a god right? Couldn’t she make her own? Downcast eyes looked upon the Evening Bell as it changed. Growing slightly larger, and pulsing with color and intensity now. She had infused it with the feeling of pure, unadulterated joy and without hesitating, plopped it into her mouth. She chewed, releasing the sweet juices and melted into the feeling of bliss that quickly swallowed her so.

She laid back in her crater, lips curling into a wide smile as tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.



Ha-Dûna, 27 years AA.

Ha-Dûna was blossoming. The population had simply exploded due to skyrocketing fertility and newly acquired farmland and resources, and the small town of Ha-Dûna could after 30 years of growth officially call themselves a regional power. With the acquisition of Grimholt to serve as their eastern bastion, they could rest easy knowing that the lands between were theirs and theirs alone to plough and reap. The Dûnans were saved from starvation for now.

At least, that was the story the archdruids fed the populace, all of whom gladly emigrated to settle in the conquered lands and farm the lands stolen from the locals. The terrible temporarity of the overflow of food bothered the archdruids, too - at some point, they would run out.

“We need more land,” Kaer Teagan commanded and tapped her staff on the crudely drawn “map” laid out on the table inside the main room of the Hall of the Weary. Archdruid Kaer Pier, son of Kaer Pinya, squeezed the bridge of his nose tiredly. Teagan had gone on and on about conquest for two years - it was damn near driving him insane at this point.

“Kaer Teagan, please - there’s still time. We needed land before and now we have it, but we barely have control over the lands we’ve already conquered and if the harvests we pillaged from the villages were any indicator, I say we should focus on bringing order and stability to the lands we have and try to rebuild and--”

Kaer Teagan’s fist against the table silenced the man. “We are -this- close to becoming the dominant power in the region and you want to stop now?!”

Kaer Pier rose up slowly. “We already are the dominant power, can you not see?” He walked over to the curtain door and pulled it aside. The palisade walls of Ha-Dûna’s centre had had to expand to account for the ever-growing centralisation of offices and shrines of worship. Vast resources had been poured into building granaries and storehouses, and druid apprentices had been employed in logging the resources hoarded inside them. What 20 years ago had been small shrines had become altars to every druidic god, as well as the four other gods - Sigeran’s altar was still a work in progress. The marketplace in the centre of the palisaded section had exploded into a booming centre of commerce, through which were traded distant luxury wares and foreign specialities. The pilgrimage had suffered, however - and that was bothering Kaer Pier.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if we’ve already upset the gods with our wanton murder…”

Kaer Teagan smirked. “We haven’t upset the gods, pull yourself together! You see the streak of victories we’ve had - you heard what happened at Grimholt! We haven’t upset the gods - we have honoured the gods! They see us as the chosen people, and they know Dûnan rule over the ard-tirean is in their divine plan.”

Kaer Pier shook his head. “Save that speech for someone who believes you. We must stop now while the game is good. If we keep this up, we will--”

“Will what? Lose everything we gained? Please, you sound like your sister.”

“Well, Pinya was a mother who stressed the need to stop before the situation grew too great to handle. Please, Kaer Teagan, I implore you! At least pray for the counsel of the gods before we further the campaign! They will know what to do.”

Kaer Teagan rolled her eyes. “Very well. I will ask for holy advice. Thank you for this little chat, Kaer Pier.”

The other archdruid offered her a frown. “I hope they are kind today.”

Kaer Teagan exited the Hall of the Weary, bumping into a flock of white-robed druids heading inside. They all offered her a bow before gently sidestepping and allowing her to pass. The archdruid sighed angrily and walked over to the circle of the gods, which by now was nearly a temple in its own right. The megalith statues had been further painted and improved with foreign pigments and precious stones and metals. Before them, there had been erected altars which were full of offerings and tributary gifts. Kaer Teagan approached the statue of Reiya, before which was a flock of druids offering their afternoon prayer. The archdruid’s presence made them all instinctively shuffle out of the way so she could stand the closest to the altar. There, she looked up at the statue, a megalith with a beautiful mural of the sun goddess, carved to resemble a yellow woman with hair sprinkled with gold nuggets, holding her pregnant belly. Kaer Teagan drew a deep breath and bowed down. “Great Reiya, goddess of the sun and the fertile land, I come to you with a request for aid…” She took a moment to choose her words - perhaps she should play it safe this time and not mention warfare?

“I wish to know how we can best feed our people - no matter how we try, it seems we, under your most gracious blessing of fertility, always outgrow our ability to feed everyone. Ha-Dûna has always been home to civility - to the worship of the sun, the moon, the trees, the stones, the sea, the truth, the arts and the stars! We are your most loyal, great Reiya - all we ask is the ability to feed ourselves. Please, please, do this for us, and you shall receive our loyalty tenfold.” She looked over her shoulder and gestured for the other druids to repeat. They quickly dispelled their confusion and repeated, “You shall receive our loyalty tenfold.”

A gentle warmth grew from the statue, slowly rolling into a storm of infectious joy, further rocketing the room as the statue erupted with golden light.

"Heeeeeeeey druids! Druids! I love you guys sooooooo much! Always so faithful and loving and caring and joyous and fertile and-" Reiya's melodic voice abruptly cut off. "Do you guys like butterflies? They're so preeeeetty aren't they?" She said whimsically. "Focus Orae-! Reiya!" she laughed. "I love that name! I love you and you and you and you. Why am I here again?" She asked aloud, like a child asking a question.

The druids present all gathered around the altar with no less than an overflow of confusion in their minds. Sure, they had heard Reiya speak to them before, but this was… Different. Kaer Teagan scratched her head and shook it. All reassumed their kneeling stances and the archdruid spoke, “Uhm… G-great Reiya, thank you a thousand times for gracing us with your sacred presence. A-are you alright?”

"Am I alright?" Came a low whisper. "Am I alright!" She then shouted. "I've never been better or felt more alive! Yep yep yep!" They could then hear soft sobbing. "You're soooooo kind for asking! It means so much to me! Now," she gave a little cough, "What can I do ya for?" she said in a deep voice before laughing.

The druids around Kaer Teagan looked heartbroken as their illusions of Reiya were shattered. They fell to their knees and prayed loudly away whatever demon was muddling the connection to the goddess and making her ill. Kaer Teagan sighed and looked up at the altar. “Great Reiya, we’re, uhm, happy to know that all is well. We actually prayed with the humble request for you to see to our fields. Your blessing of fertility upon our people has granted us joy and prosperity beyond what can be achieved without it, but our mouths still hunger for food. We simply do not have rich enough lands to feed everyone. We understand that it may be a lot to ask, but we are truly desperate for your holy guidance and blessings.”

"Heeeey! Come on now guys, don't be sad. I'm still Reiya and I love you soooo much. Here here!" Bright berries that pulsed appeared on the steps before her feet. "Eat these and you'll feel so much better my loves. I call them, uh… Evening joys. No- joys of evening. No um, joy… bells? Joybells, yeah! Eat, eat! It breaks my heart to see you so sad. Please, please, for me." she pleaded. "And uh I'll- I'll make your fields super fertile! And... I'll make the statuette work even better! So you can make more babies in my name! Yeah yeah! How does that sound guys? Please don't be sad! Be happy for meeeeee. Oh! That bird is so pretty!" She said, yet there was no bird around them.

Some of the surrounding druids eagerly helped themselves to handfuls of berries. As they consumed them, they were immediately sloshed with joy and spirit, skipping to their feet and running after geese and chickens in the market square. The remaining druids gave chase to stop them. Kaer Teagan had to collect her jaw off the ground and looked back at the altar in disbelief. In truth, while this wasn’t the first time her prayers had been answered, it -was- the first time that answer had been, well, tangible. She collapsed to her hands and knees. “Th-thank you, great goddess! Thank you! Whatever you wish for in return, Ha-Dûna will offer it to you with the utmost joy!”

”Plant your seeds, spread your jooooooy to the world!” She giggled. ”You’ll grow sooooo strong and live and no one- and no one will dieeeeee!” she gushed again. ”Okay I gotta go! Reiyalovesyoubyeeeee!” the feeling of warmth and joy dissipated from the room, but not from their hearts.

More druids and commoners around began sampling the berries and soon, the whole town was in gleeful chaos. So, now they had incredibly fertile fields, berries that made everyone extremely happy, and even greater prolificacy? Kaer Teagan cursed under her breath - now she needed to find an excuse to keep the war machine rolling.




In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Brutality




At first, being selected to serve in Aveira’s honor guard had been both a comfortable and easy job - and one that elevated you almost instantly in status to rival that of the Saints. The truth was that Aveira simply did not need guarding. She did not seem to sleep, aside from fleeting moments of inactivity. She did not eat, at least never around her honor guards, and as long as you stayed out of her way, she was even pleasant to be around. Standing by her side was powerful, other Neiyari learned to fear not only her, but her chosen few. It was a life of being hand-fed the bounties of the Luminant, taking any consort you wanted, and escaping any responsibility. Aveira did not care, so long as her will was carried out, and so long as she was not bothered in her enigmatic rule. For the ten that served, it was a paradise.

There was a plan, and that plan was never shared with anyone, but it meant travelling all over the Luminant to put Neiyari communities in their place, spreading death to the lesser beings, and enjoying the occasional skirmish with cowardly sun-kindred. Few Neiyari had any more than rags and basic tools, but the honor guard had clothes fashioned from the small ones’ designs, bark and bamboo armor, and spears of light that Aveira had forced them to construct. None had ever failed to maintain their spear, and no one wished to find out how Aveira felt about failure.

The life of an honor guard was not particularly demanding, and for a time, it was even better than being a Saint; what was a leader, next to the guardian of a god? But all things change. Almost two full years after their ascension to guardianship, Aveira’s plans carried her above the trees beyond the Luminant. Now, she had said, their real mission began. So their wings carried them away from the forever-glow of the luminous landscape. They flew north, towards trees and mountains barely visible on the horizon, even from afar.

The sun had time to set and return, and before long the Luminant had become a memory rather than an observable phenomenon, even from the skies. After Azera complained about being tired, getting a few hums of agreement from some of the others in the honor guard, Aveira finally descended to the trees - and the ground below. Exhaustion was immediate, food was low, water was scarce. Flying for this long without preparation had been taxing, extremely taxing. Physically and emotionally draining, with nothing but other terse and violent degenerates to keep any sort of company. Aveira, who had been unusually quiet, watched the group file out on the ground, and then simply stared up at the sky.

It was a ruddy brown haired man, a dark expression on his eyebrows mixed with exhaustion and the tell tale signs of anger, who spoke up. "Where are we going?" He spat. His name was Malri, and he was the newest member of the guard. A man who was as arrogant as he was cruel, always demanding a great amount from the lesser races and doing with them what he pleased.

Aveira lowered her gaze to examine the man, as though she had never bothered to do so before despite having picked him for the task herself. ”To push a few pieces into place.” she answered, and before long she glanced back up at the sky, content that her answer would satisfy even the most curious of souls.

"But that doesn't mean anything to me. What pieces? What place? We were perfectly comfortable in the Luminant before you decided to fly us off to gods know where!" Malri said angrily again.

"Oh shut up Malri. Ever since we left you've been complaining about everything." Said Tulara, a black haired woman with a painfully impassive face. She didn't even look tired.

"If I wanted to hear you speak, I would have addressed you, Tulara." Malri shot back. "I'm talking to Aveira."

Tulara scoffed and opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Enzari. "It doesn't matter where we're going, it is her will and we will follow it."

Malri crossed his hands as he gazed daggers at the rigid posture of Enzari. "Always one to kiss up, aren't you En?" He mocked. "Are none of you curious what we're doing here? Or am I the only one who can think about the future? At the rate we keep going, we will die of exhaustion. She will have us drop dead and for what! She's not even paying attention to us!" He shouted now, pointing at the avatar.

”I suppose you are right, Malri,” Aveira offered with a calm voice, lowering her gaze from the colourful sky.

“So where are we going?” Azera cut in as she sat leant back in the grass, emboldened by Malri’s rebellious words.

Aveira once more refocused on the group, eyeing first Azera, then Tulara, and finally Malri himself. Her eyes were cold, conspiratorial, and calculating. Even before she spoke again, Malri knew he would not like the reply. ”I suppose you can go home. It was a mistake to assume you were ready for this.”

"Ready for what?" Malri asked in disbelief, his left eye twitching. "Ready to travel? Ready to move the pieces? Go places?" He took a deep breath then said, "You still won't tell us why we followed you here and now you tell us we can just leave? Is this some sort of sick joke? Why did we leave our positions in the Luminant just to travel with you!"

"Leave, stay, go back. It doesn't matter to me," Aveira returned with an even, dispassionate tone. Azera managed a brief gasp but was undercut as the avatar of the War Mother continued. "Be happy that you were recognized for your talent, and served a purpose beyond your kin. Catch your breaths. We leave again shortly. Those who cannot keep up can go home."

"This is-!" Malri started but was cut off by Enzari who said, "At your command."

Malri looked at Enzari in disbelief, as others took both sides of the argument. Some began refusing outright and others were hesitantly agreeing.

"You can't be serious! You would follow this… this bitch!" Malri shouted, and the entire party quieted immediately, all eyes on him. He puffed out his chest after a moment and continued, "Avatar of the War Mother or not, she continues to lie to our faces! She does not and will not care when we drop dead from exhaustion! We are not Godaris! I'm going back, all of you be damned." He spat.

Tulara, who at first had looked deeply disturbed by the unfolding events, decided to vent her frustration at Malri, who swiftly became a target for her, and those among the group that considered the senior Neiyari an authority. “Figures you’d turn tail and run at the first sign of trouble, Malri. Crawl away like the snake you are.” she spat out, and Terani, who had been quiet until now, gripped his spear a little tighter behind her.

There was no chance to reply, as Aveira unfurled her wings to beat a single time, a gust of wind rocking the clearing enough to ruffle feathers and demand silence. The avatar lifted into the sky, eyeing the near dozen Neiyari on the ground. "If you are unable to keep your thoughts on your divine mission, you are not necessary. Pray that there is enough worth left in your frail forms to garner the War Mothers’ favor.” the avatar spoke, with a dismissive and matter-of-factly tone, lifting further into the sky. Most of the Neiyari were awestruck, confused, or furious. Only Enzari lifted off of the ground to immediately fly after her.

Malri gazed upon the two, fists clenched tight. "Good riddance." He muttered under his breath before turning his back on them. He rolled eyes as he looked upon those that remained. "That's what I thought. Better to be alive, than a simple tool."

"I'm camping here for the night and tomorrow I'm heading back. Do whatever you want." He intoned sarcastically. He knew they would stay as well, tired as they all were. The tall Neiyari set his spear next to a rock and slumped down in front of it. A sigh escaping his lips at last.

High in the sky above, the two shapes vanished out of view, sealing the fates of the nine who remained. Azera stared up at the sky anxiously, holding a hand to her temple. "She really did it. She really left us. She's coming back, right? Right?"

"Azera, you spineless harlot. Think for yourself for once. You traded one master for an even worse one. Congratulations." Tulara cut in with an aggressive grunt, gesturing to Malri and his comfortable rock. A few of the others exhaled sharply. Worried eyes shifted between the sky and the gathered. "I'm going back as well." Tulara concluded, and moved to find her own place.

“Ah, that’s what I thought.” Malri twisted the corners of his mouth into a smile as he set his hands on top of his head. “I can’t be so bad. After all, I’m not getting you killed by exhaustion, now am I? Better get some sleep you lot, long day ahead of us tomorrow.” Many grumbled, postures tense and expressions impassive as always, but it didn’t stop them from finding their own spots and before he knew it, night approached.



He lost track of time. It seemed the belief that their path had been a straight one, was false or some other force was at play. It had been days since that fateful night and the Luminant was still missing. They couldn’t even see it’s glow in the night and many were beginning to doubt him. He, who had saved them from death, who had stood up to an avatar, who had decided to lead them home. They were ungrateful, petty, and beginning to annoy Malri. Even Azera had turned tail, to join Tulara’s ranks of malcontent. A dam had been filled, threatening to burst and Malri grew paranoid. But paranoia would have to wait, for he was hungry.

From his height he wound back his arm, muscles bulging under sunlight, ready to erupt. There, foraging in a small clearing, was a foraging animal. Brown matted fur, small tusks used for digging and a ripe body full of flesh. Sustenance. When the animal turned to its side, Malri threw his spear. It struck the creature in the side with a tremendous THWACK but the creature did not die immediately. It ran, squealing as if it was being devoured alive. He cursed under his breath, giving chase so that he didn’t lose both his spear and the sustenance.

He landed before the edge of the clearing, his gaze rather annoyed at the dense thicket before him. But hunger had an odd way of pushing. So he went in, following the blood trail. The thicket was dense with biting barbs and stinging plants and Malri cursed again.

“This better be fucking WORTH IT!” he yelled loudly, swinging madly at all the plants in his way. After several more minutes of this, the thicket widened and he could follow the blood trail more easily. It was a straight shot, only veering once through a small gully before he came upon the dying creature. It had landed on it’s side, breathing heavily next to a down tree.

Malri leaned down over it. A victorious feeling swelled up inside of him. “You see, even running only delayed the inevitable.” he gloated. Yet the creature still had an ounce of strength as it thrashed it’s head up, cutting Malri on his cheek with a tusk. The man howled in pain, clutching his cheek, but his pain quickly turned to rage and he took the spear out with a squelch and began stabbing the creature over and over again.

“You filthy creature! You inferior-!” he screamed, before kicking at it’s head. It eventually caved in and exasperated breaths came from his lips as he looked down at the carnage. Most of the meat was now wasted for in his anger he had not spared any of the beast from his wrath. He cursed again, grabbed his spear and took off.

He arrived back at their makeshift camp to uncaring eyes. Tulara and Azera looked him over with their disappointed eyes, their mocking eyes. It drove him up a wall. He had had enough of their treatment. He had saved them! They should be kneeling at his feet!

“I’ve made a decision!” he said, thrusting his spear into the ground and holding out his arms. “You all look at me like some sort of failure! That I didn’t save you from certain death! You were all too blinded to think for yourselves and you're still blind to my greatness! Therefore, I shall call upon the WAR MOTHER herself for guidance!” he said madly.

“Do you really think that wise, Malri?” Tulara spoke again. Malri snapped his gaze to her and he snarled.

“Do not question me, Tulara! I see how you look at me, how you’ve always looked at me! Just remember, you would be dead if you had left with her and instead, now all I get, your savior, is scorn. Your place is on your knees.” he spat with malice.

Tulara began to walk forward but Azera caught her arm, shaking her head at the taller woman.

“That’s what I thought.” Malri said, “Now is there anyone else who wants to voice their opinions!” he waited, but no one said anything. Many turned their heads away from his gaze, folding their arms across their chests. “Good, then let’s begin.”

Malri looked up at the sky and exclaimed, “War Mother! Neiyara! Answer your faithful!”

Silence. It lasted much longer than imagined, though not all had imagined anything would come of his attempt. As those most disinterested began to turn their attention aside, the wind appeared to grip onto Malri, and brushed through his hair. The air grew tight and cloying, and he could have sworn someone was behind him, breathing down his neck - staring at him. It was hot, hard to think, and imposing. Something claimed the air around him. In the distance, he saw Tulara speak again, yet her words did not reach his ears. The others did not seem to feel the change in the air. Then, breaking the barrier of growing silence filled only by his own breath, a soothing and honeyed voice crooned from the ether. "You call for me and I listen, my sweet. Such spirit, it demands to shape the world." the voice offered gently in his ear, though no one was there.

Malri’s eyes went wide and he laughed maniacally. “She’s here! She speaks to me because I am worthy! Mother please! I need your help to return home!”

A few eyes turned back to him among the group, confusion rife among them. "You were put on the world to make it yours, my love. If you lack a path home, why not make another?" the voice carried on the wind, lining up almost perfectly with Azera's moving lips in the distance, despite not being her voice or spoken in any place but his mind. "There is a word for those who expect love and aid to come to them, instead of acting. Oraeliari."

Malri’s words caught in his throat. What did.... No! No, this could not be! “You do not understand Mother! The Luminant is m- Our home! Our seat of power! We must return to it if we are to serve you properly!” he said, slightly angry.

A brisk wind tussled his hair with a hollow warmth. "You understand better than a goddess, my one and only? To fight, you must be allowed to be lazy. Safe. Sated. Is that not so? You wish to be a lamb, playing at being a predator."

“N-No! I am a predator! I have slain so many in your name and for survival! I am not a lamb like those Oraeliari!” he clutched his fists and furrowed his brow. “I understand now that divine words can hardly be Trusted! Your avatar showed me that! I should never have contacted you if all you’re going to do is toy with my emotions and offer hollow help!”

The others now stared at him, a few having taken a few steps forward. Terani spoke, but instead, the goddess voice filled the air. "I will not debase my great warrior so. To offer you help would be like caging a wolf. You are owed the world, my sweet. So take what it is you want. You don't need to be gentle with me."

“What are these words you say, they make no sense but to only aggravate me! Why do you mock me so, I only asked for help! But I see now, you will give no help willingly, it must be taken, is that it? How does one take from a god!” He snarled, before looking at the other Neiyari coming closer. “I spurn you! I should have known better! Urgh!” he screamed, going over to Tulara and slapping her. “Give me what I want! Neiyara! The power to god home so I can do whatever I want to these ungrateful beings! They do not see me for what I am, but what they think I am! I am a warrior! A champion of Aveira! I shall take from them everything!”

Tulara toppled over like a leaf gripped by the wind, cast aside and to the ground as his slap connected. One of the cowards behind her shouted at him, and it briefly broke through the cloying haze around Malri; a muffled and angered expression of exasperation. "Aveira left you, beloved. You are nothing to her. Perhaps you are nothing to me, too. They are better than you. Perhaps everyone is better than you." the voice claimed as Terani came running at him.

He said nothing, but waited for him to arrive and when he did, he deftly dodged to the side and struck him with his elbow right in his back. He went down and Malri blew up again, “No one is better than ME! Without me they would have died like sheep led to the slaughter, I saved them!”

Another voice came into his mind it, was nothing like the mother’s, it was more jaunty and strange, ”Saved? Oh that's what we’re calling this now? Come now you can’t truly believe that.”

“Who… Who is this? Another Godari come to poke fun? Is that all you bastards do?” Malri tightened his fists, looking for another fight. He wanted to attack them, make them suffer! For now… His kin would do. He descended upon Tulara again and began to punch her face. The woman tried to in vain to shield herself. Before he knew it, another body tackled him, sending them sprawling. It was Azera, who clawed at him angrily. He kicked her off with a powerful push lunged at her, swinging but missing. This only caused him more anger. “Azera! I saved you from your own stupidity and this is how you repay me? This is how you all repay me!”

The others began to pile upon him, using their numbers to try desperately to hold the mad man back. The jaunty voice chuckled in his mind ”Now what’s this about repaying? It's not like you did anything of worth, can’t even beat these upstarts now can you?”

No more words came out of his mouth. He ran for his spear, tripped by another Neiyari into the dirt with a grunt. Something hard struck him in the back and he growled before rolling onto his back and shielding himself from another blow. Malri then swung his legs and knocked over his attacker, who was none other than Yevara. She fell on her back and he wasted no time to scramble for his spear, desperately clawing at the dirt towards it. Someone grabbed his foot and he looked back to see Yevera again and several others racing towards them.

“Get off!” he roared, kicking her in the face with a resounding crack. Blood erupted from her nose and she howled in pain, letting go. At last, Malri grabbed his spear and began to get up but before he could turn around another sharp rap hit him in the side. Something broke and he screamed in pain, finally turning in his fury. He began to see only red and Terani sneering at him. In one labored move, he thrust his spear, only for it to be blocked by Terani, who then rapped him in the chest. He bit his lips, drawing blood and Terani came forward, lifting the spear high, but this time, Malri was ready and with a scream of pain, thrust his spear into his fellow Neiyari.

There was a sickening squelch and the tearing of flesh as he pulled back. Terani’s face was a mix of shock and fear before he crumpled into the dirt. There was a quick moment of silence, as if the world had paused, allowing him to stand up and get into a defensive position.

Barring his teeth he said, “Come on then you ungrateful fucks! Come and die.”

The jaunty voice came back again, it was starting to get annoying ”Now now, that's no way to fight,” Within an instant the spear had turned to dust in its stead a mace with a rotten wooden handle and a sickly green head ”Use this, it’ll be far more fun.”

He felt his chest swell and his muscles tighten, an odd itching sensation as his body became enveloped in a flurry of red, black and white. It pushed against him, weighed him down, like waves of energy crashing against his body. His makeshift armor changed under the assault, warping into something entirely different - something metallic. Heavy, powerful. A small ache rung through his head, an urge to hurt the others. A haze of fury and determination. "The God of Tragedy has spoken, and sealed your fate; but do not forget that you are mine. Die for us, Malri. It is all you are good for, is it not? Even backed by two gods, I doubt your odds."

He no longer listened.

What came next was a flurry of movement and the tearing of weak flesh. His rage was overwhelming. His pain was gone, replaced by a strength he never knew. The others hesitated and that was their mistake. With renewed vigor, he attacked, beating Yevera’s head in with a single blow, reducing it to nothing. Her now headless corpse crumpled like a doll to the ground. Others screamed, and a brave few attacked. Thrusting their spears into the armor. If they were even wounding him, he did not show it. He broke the spears in half, and then swung again, pulverising someone’s arm and then caving in another’s chest.

He fell upon Unari and Hekatra with berserk rage. They tried to plead for his forgiveness, that they were sorry, but it fell upon a visage of blind malice. He swept Unari to the side with a single blow of his guantled hand, and then grabbed Hekatra by the throat. Her eyes went wide as she struggled to break free, but Malri could feel her windpipe crush against his strength. She too, fell to the ground in the agonizing reality of her own despair. He moved on Unari, who struggled to stand, only to be met with a spear in his back. He shrugged it off, and stomped on the man’s head, crushing it against his boot.

Then Malri turned to see the newest attacker- Azera. Her face was enraged but in her hubris she had miscalculated. He pulled the spear in close as she attacked again, and head butted her with a sickening crunch of metal on skull. She caved over and for good measure, he used his mace to smash her chest in.

He looked around to see Tulara and Aermri escaping through the sky. Cowards! He hefted Azera’s spear up and then reeled back, aiming for Aermri. He flung the spear, and it’s mark was true, hitting the man in the chest. He plummeted to the ground with a scream. That just left Tulara. He gave chase, beating off from the ground in one heavy motion. She was faster then he, that was true, but she was not carried by his all consuming rage. He had to have her. He needed to make her suffer!

Thus like a hawk, he flew higher and higher until she was far and small away, and then he dove like a madman, something all Neiyari and Oraeliari knew not to do. His speed increased tenfold, only dragged down by his armor, but Tulara neared, oh did she near. With sick glee, he tackled her out the air, Tulara yelping by the surprise. They slammed into the ground, both dazed for a moment before Tulara made a mad dash to get away from him. Malri managed to grab her by her leg and trip her, he then used his bulk to pin her to the ground as he got on top of her.

Through his helmet, his voice now diluted by terror he spoke, ”Did you really think I’d let you run away? No… No… Now you’ll see… You’ll see that you shouldn’t have ridiculed me.” he paused, ”Or perhaps, you won’t see at all.” He placed his hands upon her face, and set his thumbs over her frightened eyes.

Tulara struggled, screaming, “No! No! No! I'm sorry! Please! Please! Mercy!”

”There is no mercy.”

And Malri applied pressure.



He staggered out of the hole, his wounds were real now and the pain was unbearable but it was worth it. He clutched his fists, looking over the mace and becoming revolted by it. He threw it to the side and wandered off, he would not use some weapon given by a bastard Godari. He then took his helmet off, and looked upon it. It was heavy in his hands, and bore the visage of some demonic looking skull. The eyes glowed with molten fury and the horns were twisted like a ram’s. He looked down to see the same regalia patterned on the armor he now wore.

Now this… He reluctantly found fitting.

It would be a useful tool to enact his revenge upon Neiyara. He knew what he was going to do. Return to the Luminant and kill them all. Every man, woman and child. None would escape his wrath. For to hurt Neiyara, it was the only thing he could feasibly do.

He donned the helmet again.

The cloying presence clung to him yet, like a humid cloud pressing down on him from above. In the aftermath, it had been easy to forget, but with nothing but stillness and pain, it was just as easy to feel watched again. It was confirmed when a honeyed voice rang in his ears again. "You are every bit the monster I expected, my sweet. And such admirable thoughts. But as expected of such a simple creature, you think too small. The only way to hurt me is to find me, my love. I'll be waiting."

Then, came a sadistic chuckle, the jaunty voice "Aww, you abandon my gift? Well, suppose we can't have you go about the climax just yet, so I'll make this a bit harder on you." Suddenly, Malri felt his body surge in an unexpected direction, flung like some mere puppet, the force made his stomach churn and his body ring out in pain, landing with a large thud in the middle of a vast plain of nothing, freezing cold with icy winds howling. The mace lay at his side.

Malri quickly scrambled to his feet and screamed in rage at the land around him.



Meanwhile a continent away Tulara was returned to the Luminant, flung too, but this time to safety, somewhat.








In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




Oraelia paced back and forth in her realm, an expression of deep thought upon her face mixed with concern and worry. There was much to do for her Oraeliari, much to teach them about the world and the Neiyari were still constantly on her mind. She knew not what to do with her sister’s wayward followers, only that their aspirations for war would consume them. They had to be dealt with, but not cruelly or forcefully. They had to be changed and change upon their own accord. Still, it would not be easy, and that was what haunted her heart.

She finally stopped pacing, and beneath her solitary oak tree she sat down, shutting her eyes. She had come to the basics of what was needed to be done for her Oraeliari. Food and shelter, two necessities of life she had failed to give them, but no more. She would have to follow Gibbou’s example by being more proactive from now on.

She stretched her mind out towards the Luminant, and then to her people around her Lake of Radiance. She was taken by surprise to find that many of her Oraeliari had arrived there, helping and learning from the humans who already called it home. That was what she had wanted, was it not? Shared culture, innovation and peace. There was a bit of a language barrier, but slowly and surely they were building a union and it was beautiful.

Yet this did not mean she should leave the humans to teach them everything. Around the Lake, and then the Luminant she felt the minds of her Oraeliari and gave them the necessary knowledge to not only plant and cultivate their own crops, but to build their own homes out of wood in the Luminant. The humans had helped the best they could so far, but they were smaller and did not need to eat so much to sustain themselves. That would change in time.

Satisfied, she began to withdraw her mind, but stopped when she felt the cold touch of a Neiyari. She was close to the lake, standing upon the opposite shore with scrutinizing eyes. Her mind was dark, twisted and reminded her of Neiya. Yet, this simple mortal had all the needs a god did not. Her belly was hungry and she grew awfully cold at night. Oraelia sighed, and felt pity for her and her kind.

She could not leave them to suffer just because they were different. They didn’t have a choice in what they became but it would be through love, her love, that would make them choose again. She imparted upon that Neiyari the same knowledge that she gave to her Oraeliari, and then she spread that knowledge to others. There was an immediate reaction from the woman Neiyari, a sullen look of surprise, followed by a quick retreat deeper into the Luminant. Perhaps it would be a start, a catalyst for change, or perhaps not.

Only time would tell.
But Oraelia knew she could not leave it at that, and thus back to the Oraeliari she went, thinking about what else to give. Her people were far and few in between, but more and more were arriving at the Lake and she realized, if they were ever truly going to be successful, they needed the numbers. Thus, like she had done with the druids, Oraelia blessed her people with enhanced fertility. That way they could be plentiful and change the world one generation at a time. With that done, she departed at last and opened her eyes to gaze upon her realm again.

There was much more to do for the Oraeliari, but for once, she didn’t know who she should ask. As such, she sank back into the tree and pondered it for a while.



Back in the Luminant, Solus sat in watchful vigil. Nestled between two fallen trees, the giant leaned forward, hand upon his chin as Oraeliari around him mingled as they usually did. They did not bother Solus and he preferred it that way. His mere presence was enough for them, it brought comfort after the Great Betrayal. Even though he had been struck down, he had quickly rebounded due to the powers of healing.

Now he thought upon his Mother's newest gift to the Oraeliari and before that, the Moon Mother's gift of protection. Generous gifts indeed, but they were still missing something.

His thought was interrupted by the fluttering of wings and the small tremors he could feel, of feet fast approaching.

"Soluri! Soluri! A group of Neiyari are coming! What do we do Soluri?" Asked a tall Oraeliari, his golden locks falling down to his shoulders as a look of exhaustion and fear bore into Solus'.

The giant avatar did not stir for several moments as he pondered. Why would they attack so boldly if they knew he was here? Perhaps they didn't know? He looked around at the faces of the Oraeliari, all looking upon him for guidance and strength. He was their protector, but even he could not stay forever. They needed more…

Gibbou had taught them how to protect themselves, Oraelia had taught them how to feed and shelter themselves and it was then that Solus knew what he needed to do. He would not teach them anything that they did not already know, but simply give what they needed most.

He rose to his full height and then boomed, "Fight!" The faces of the Oraeliari seemed to pale slightly, many frowned for he knew in their hearts they despised fighting their kin, so alike they were yet so different all the same. "Have… Faith." He said again, softer. "Remember… You are… Oraeliari… Fight for… Peace!" Many began to nod, though he could sense the doubt in their hearts. That doubt would need to be alleviated, much like the sun rising. It always rose.

The giant rose his hand and from the heavens came down a beam of light, causing many of the Oraeliairi to fall to their knees in awe, bowing in reverence. Others look bewildered and a few watched with waiting eyes. Solus threw down his arm and pointed at the spot the light faded from, revealing weapons of sunlight. Swords, maces and axes all to fit within their hands. "Take. Use." He stated simply.

There was hesitance among the Oraeliari before the same messenger stepped forth and picked up a sword. He held it high and gazed upon it with wonder. Two Oraeliari who donned halos stepped forth and took from the pile as well. Others followed and before long the Oraeliari were armed while their hearts were heavy. To take life was unthinkable to many but the circumstances dictated that they defend themselves and protect life as a whole. The Neiyari would not stop in their assault unless they were shown a better way… But such ways could easily be lost all the same.

"Come." Solus said, as he and his host ventured into the forest.



The Oraeliari let the Neiyari come to them. And through the branches of glowing trees and upon the grounds of plush grass, they came. Led by a Neiyari man with pitch black wings, black hair and the impassive face of the betrayers. Several wayward kin followed him, some wielding impressive sticks and the same vile expressions, or lack of expressions, save perhaps an ounce of fear. For truly, it hung in the air, thick and palpable, gripping even the hearts of the Oraeliari. Just one look at the black winged leader was enough to put terror into their hearts.

The plan had been to attack when they had crossed the no point of return mark, one Solus himself had given, but a few Oraeliari had broken from their hiding spots, fleeing in fear. This ruined the ambush, and the Neiyari halted, suspecting a trap. With the plan thwarted, the brave messenger Oraeliari pushed forward with a mighty yell, sword hanging high in the air and went right towards their leader. A frantic melee began, as the Neiyari dodged his swings, jabbing at his kin with mighty fists.

All seemed lost for the messenger, who had fallen low at a blow to his ribs, when his kin finally rushed to his aid. The black betrayer had a look of surprise upon his face, seeing the Oraeliari charge forth with weapons. It was enough for the messenger to tackle his legs out from under him. A brawl ensued henceforth, as they rolled on the ground, flattening grasses and flowers as each fought for the upper hand.

Some of the other Neiyari, seeing the newcomers with gear, took hesitant steps backwards before a few fled back from whence they came. The others went on the defensive, fighting with what they could as the Oraeliari took to the offensive. With the battle begun, Solus at last emerged, having waited until the right moment, for fear of a further trick. He was wary of Aveira and the scar upon his chest was proof of that.
Seeing Solus join in, the Neiyari who could still flee did so in earnest, not willing to risk a fight with the avatar alone. Those that remained were beaten and bloody, even a few Oraeliari who had fallen to the floor after well placed strikes. The two that remained fighting, was the messenger and the Neiyari leader, who had gotten the upper hand and was beating down upon the golden haired man.

Solus was quick to reach them, and the Neiyari barely had time to register what was happening before Solus punched him in the face. Not hard enough to kill him, but he would not awake for a time. There was then a scream and the giant whipped around to see another Neiyari take the life of an Oraeliari woman, using her own sword against her heart. He tried to flee, but he was too slow. The closest Oraeliari caught him, and began to viciously beat him as others tried to heal their broken comrade.

The solar giant was beside the stabbed woman in seconds, but even he could not save her from the clutches of death. She was gone. His attention thus turned to the men and women who beat the killer.

“Enough!” he commanded, walking over to them. The Oraeliari hesitantly obeyed, looking to the ground as they clutched their fists. Solus looked down upon the Neiyari, whose face was beaten into a bloody pulp, his wings were torn and his right arm was mangled. He listened to the shallow breathing of the mortal, knowing he did not have long. Perhaps it was pity that took him, but Solus reached down towards the Neiyari and held his hand over his heart. His mother would have healed him, but he was not his mother. A beam of light pierced the man’s chest, ending his suffering within a few fleeting breaths.

Solus raised his hand to his side, and stood straighter, eyeing the Oraelari. “You must be… Better than them. No suffering… Take life only when… Necessary. Compassion… Pity… Learn them. A life… For a life.” he said to them, many nodded, a few did not meet his gaze. “You are Oraeliari. Never forget.” His gaze then fell upon their prisoners.

Three Neiyari and their leader had been captured, only one Neiyari was conscious and she eyed them with daggers. But the swords at her neck kept her from trying anything. Solus wandered back over to the black winged man and took a closer look at him. The fear the others felt came from him, and upon placing a finger upon his head, Solus knew why.

Aveira had granted a few of them darker powers and Solus rebounded in disgust. It seemed the Oraeliari were not the only ones who had received gifts.

“Bah!” he let out, frustrated as he stood like a statue looking down upon him. There was always something else, something more unseen by his eyes. He would have to remedy that but first… Something needed to be done with the Neiyari.

“Bring her.” he said, pointing to the one awake. After a brief shove, the lone woman, her hair brunette- impure, came before him. Try as she might to remain impassive, her fear cracked through in her stance, the corners of her mouth twitching and her eyes, the greatest give away. Such fear, the same they caused like poison. Did they even understand what they did?

It mattered not.

Solus grabbed her around the waist in an instant and the woman opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She tried to wiggle free, but Solus applied steady pressure. Her face began to grow red, so close, so clo-

“Stop!” an Oraelia man shouted, the one with a halo. “Stop this Soluri! This is cruelty!”

Solus snapped his head to look upon the man, long golden hair, a striking face with a powerful build. He looked back at the Neiyari in his hand and released her to the ground, disgusted at himself for losing himself to dark thoughts. The woman gasped for breath, lying face up as a coughing fit took her.

“Soluri, this is not the way. Like you said, we must be better and fight them both with sword and compassion, less we become like them in spirit.” the man spoke again, coming to his side.

He was right of course. Humbled by a mortal, Solus hung his head in shame before his words struck a chord within him. Become like them… Was it possible?

He outstretched his hand toward the Neiyari and shut his eyes. He felt her mind, then the deepest parts of her soul, and through the corruption he found the smallest glimmer of purity. Like an island within an ocean of black, Solus realized in that moment, even the worst Neiyari could be changed- which also meant the inverse. A dark secret, part of the Aiviri race as a whole.

He pushed the island further, letting flow into it kindness, warmth, and perhaps most importantly- love. Slowly the island expanded, piercing the black corruption and destroying it. It grew and grew until finally- He heard a gasp and his eyes snapped open to see the Neiyari woman burst into golden light, a wisp of dark fading away above her. When the glow subsided, before them lay a shivering Oraeliari, with golden hair and bright blue eyes. She looked at them before bursting into tears. The rest of the Oraeliari were hesitant to approach, but not the man with the halo. He walked over to her, and knelt down beside her, embracing the woman.

Solus quickly turned to the other Neiyari and did the same to them, finding within them faint traces of light, guiding them to precious freedom. Where once they were Neiyari, they became Oraeliari once more. He finally stopped before the black winged one and like before, ventured in. This time it was different, his island of purity was nothing more then the size of a seed, so consumed by the corruption of Neiya. Yet Solus would not relent, and after what felt like an eternity, even he was freed from her taint. His corruption removed itself from him forcibly, and flew off into the sky before dissipating, leaving an unconscious Oraeliari behind.

He took a step back to see mingling and a lot of tears between the newcomers and old. The man with a halo eventually came over to him and said nothing for a while as they both watched the scene before them. Eventually he said, “Thank you Soluri. I’m not sure what you did, but this is… A miracle.” he said with awe in his voice.

“No.” Solus said, turning to the man and pointing at his chest. “This exists… Within you. What can be changed… Can change again.” he said as a warning and the man nodded after a few seconds, his face going grim.

“I must… Leave.” he said again, softer.

“What? No! You cannot leave us Soluri, what if she comes? Who will protect us from her?” The man asked.

“She will leave… In time.” Solus began, “Protectors… You shall be.” he snapped his fingers, and a gust of wind wrapped around the man, turning his wings a golden hue. His halo radiated intensity and he breathed with knowingness. The same happened with the woman in the clearing and she looked over to them from where she stood, giving a nod. “My Cardinals…” he looked at the man again. “Thank you.”

“For what Soluri?” the man asked, puzzled.

The giant said nothing and before long, left.





In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The Queen & the Sorceress II

The road back to Nallan was an uneventful one. Though when Auriëlle saw the palisades of the town in the distance, she felt something she hadn’t felt in years. It was a mixture of safety and relief. As she walked through the gates she finally realized what that feeling was. She just got home. A guard took her highland stag to the nearby stables as Auriëlle herself headed towards the throne room. Little things inside the palace now made sense. The insides were darker, with smaller windows. Everyone looked happy and content. The clear absence of guards was not because they were plotting an ambush, they simply weren’t inside. Nalla’s entire security rested upon her own abilities.

She moved through the familiar corridors until she reached that grand door leading to the throne room. As she had walked through the palace she had maintained her usual defiant look. Yet now she awaited Nalla’s servants to announce her to the queen. Gods she wished she could just barge in but that wasn’t the way now. She had to dance with Nallan’s formalities. If only for a little bit.

The doors opened revealing the same dark chamber with only Nalla residing within. The Queen beckoned Auriëlle forward as her servants quickly left the chambers. She wore a low cut, tight fitting, black dress that contrasted her skin tone and accentuated her curves. Her orange hair was up in a bun and her crown flowed as always.

The sorceress’ dress sense heavily contrasted that of the queen. Auriëlle still wore half her hair in a tight braid which was used to tie down her hair on the back of her head. Her clothes were dirty. A discerning eye could take which bits were mud on her leather armor and which were blood. Her clothes were loose and comfortable and the only thing that really separated her from the average mercenary was the wooden, black-veined vambrace on her right arm.

"I must say, I am surprised you returned after all. I am pessimistic about these affairs but it is good to see you, Auriëlle." Nalla smiled hungrily. "I take it you've talked with Sarren?" She then asked.

“We talked. The issue is resolved.” Auriëlle preferred not to go into details. Everyone would have their own opinion on how she should’ve handled it. All of them would be meaningless discussions. She tried to keep her voice neutral, as to not give in to Nalla so quickly. She wasn’t about to address the queen’s doubt in her. Though deep down she wondered if Nalla had expected her to die or betray her. “So where am I to go next?” Inside she was itching for a fight. A proper fight. Hells, she could settle for a skirmish. Anything that could get her blood pumping again.

Nalla seemed amused by that. She got up from her throne and began walking towards her. "Tsk tsk tsk. Back so soon and already wanting to leave? You could die, get injured, even get sick! Who would I be if I did not properly feed you, bathe you, and have you get a good night's rest." She said, standing before her now. Though she was shorter, her presence felt large. "A reward! That's what you deserve for completing this task and as a token of my affection. Do you accept?" She asked, eyes gazing upon her.

A reward? It was unexpected. Yet how could Auriëlle refuse? She just hoped it would be something useful. Though she had the strange feeling that you just never knew with Nalla. Nonetheless she would be grateful. “I do.”

Nalla nodded, returning but a simple smile to her. She walked closer, touching her cheek before walking around her. Nalla then leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You're so strong, so powerful, so fearsome Auriëlle. Let me show you my affection, a God's love." Nalla then began to speak in a language Auriëlle had never heard before, but the way she spoke pit was soft, seductive and alluring. As soon as she finished speaking, her entire world exploded into mind numbing ecstacy.

Auriëlle took a small, dazed step back, surprised as she heard the strange words. At first she thought it was a spell. Yet then she felt that feeling swell in her heart. Warmth flooded through her. All worries vacated her mind. They were replaced by utter euphoria. Her muscles relaxed. The tightness in her chest vanished as well. It felt beyond amazing. “Oh gods.” She muttered, as she closed her eyes. Letting the waves of joy clash over her.

She felt Nalla arms wrap around her waist as she spoke again into her ear, "As I said, I had more to offer you. It is surprising though, usually it sends people limp and to the ground, writhing in pleasure. Once again you prove yourself stronger then the lesser beings." She paused, and spoke again in Auriëlle's opposite ear. "Soon it will pass but it lingers for far longer in the heart. Yearning. For now, a bath will be prepared, food given and you can rest from your travels. Tomorrow you will learn what you came back for. Now, do you need help getting to your room? Nod if you cannot speak."

Time felt slowed down. Nalla’s scent was prominent in the air. Her words sounded like the most wonderous songs in the world. She couldn’t get enough of it. When the queen said it would pass, her heart already ached a bit for that which was not yet lost. If she could speak, she would’ve asked Nalla in all things that had been prepared for her. Instead her addled brain could barely process bythe flood of sensations. The soft touch of the queen’s arm around her made every thought topple before it could be expressed. She yearned for more words, which sounded like the most beautiful sounds in existence. Why would she ever shatter such beautiful sounds with her own, crass voice? So she just nodded with a very happy smile on her lips.

"Good." Nalla purred before in one swift motion, she grabbed Auriëlle's legs with one arm and scooped her up. She rested within the Queen's arms, who barely seemed bothered by carrying her. They began to walk and Nalla talked. "You should consider yourself lucky my sweet. Everyone in this palace would die to be where you are right now. Swaddled like some babe, carried by the Queen. How scandalous but how delicious. It's a wonderful feeling isn't it? Makes you go numb from the pleasure, craving for it to never end. You know, it's how I feed upon the living. You must think that cruel, well let me explain. You see, they don't feel any pain, they feel what you feel and everyone wins. I get a nice warm drink and they get the best fuck they'll never have. Pity really. But it is what it is, my dear." She giggled at that, as they entered a room. Nalla layed her down on a bed and then hovered over her. "I think you and I will achieve great things together." She mused. "I'll be leaving now. Until tomorrow, Auriëlle." And before she could even blink, Nalla was gone.

The words were soothing. It felt good to be carried, for once. She heard the words but she wasn’t sure if they would be remembered.

Then that voice came screaming in the back of her head. It had never been this prominent, yet so far away. It was the voice of nearly a decade worth of paranoia, mixed with three decades of being shoved aside and ignored. It told her that what she felt now wasn’t right. Wasn’t natural. Perhaps the most damning thing was that it said: ‘this isn’t for you. This isn’t you.’ They were such jagged accusations coming from her own self. For once she felt happy, safety and an unrivaled happiness and something deep inside of her told her it was wrong.

Luckily the voice remained in the back of her head as she rested for a bid. She barely remembered going to the bath. The high she had felt was fading now, as she felt the cold water on her skin. Meanwhile the voice grew louder and more convincing. Especially now her heart yearned for that which she did indeed lose. The next moments all swirled in a blur. She never even remembered when she crawled under the sheets.



The next morning came, and Aurielle found herself in a familiar view. Nalla sat across from her at the table, she sat underneath a large sheet, held together by wooden sticks and attended to by servants. It completely blocked her from the sunlight, but she also wore clothing that completely covered her body, save for her head. Even then, she wore a long hooded cloak that could easily fit over her crown comfortably. Like always, she held a cup of blood in her hand and had an amused look on her face as she watched Aurielle eat.

Auriëlle was more tense than ever. The high of yesterday had given way to the low of today. She wanted to see blood. She wanted to kill something. She wanted Nalla. No! No, she did not want the queen or whatever spell she had used on her! Yet her heart yearned for the vampire. The sorceress’ eyes were slightly hollow as she took a few bites from her bread. She didn’t speak, unless spoken to. Even then the most any servant had gotten was a short grunt. Nothing felt right today. The frivolities of court began to weigh down on her. Why couldn’t the queen just let her slip like the war hound she knew she was?

"On to business then." Nalla yawned and snapped her fingers. Two more servants entered the room carrying a chest. They plopped it onto the table in front of Nalla with a resounding boom. "Inside you will find a cloak with my sigil, a set of outfits you might enjoy and, believe it or not, but a set of bronze plate I… acquisitioned from a passing smith." She rapped her fingers on the table. "Nallan is besieged on all sides by enemies. There is a growing number of tribes that are banding together for protection against Nallan in the south. Why they would do this, I can only imagine." She stood up and leaned forward on the table. "You will go to this area with my men at arms, crush this uprising before it causes me trouble and show them that I am their Queen and the only protection they are going to get, is from me. When that is done we shall convey once more. Questions?" She asked.

Finally! Like an over excited child she sprung up, sending the chair clashing into the ground. She didn’t care. The chest was open in a moment’s notice. With a finger she brushed against the bronze plate. It was gorgeous. Probably worth more than an average peasant’s life and it was hers. She smiled from ear to ear. “Yes…my queen.” She responded to Nalla’s orders, though her eyes were glued to the contents of the chest.

But she did have questions. Endless ones. What was she permitted to use? Could she raze a village just to make a point? Could she only kill the leaders and warriors or could she kill more than them? They swirled in her head like never before. Normally these questions wouldn’t come up. Carn would just relay to her what the commanders in their tents decided. Well, this time she didn’t have Carn. “Just one.” She said as she slowly closed the chest. “Where are the commanders meeting?” She would have to be privy before she knew what avenue of action to take.

Nalla sat back down and leaned her cheek on her hand. She looked to Auriëlle with a neutral expression. "You are the commander Auriëlle. Was that not made clear when we first made our agreement? It shall be for you to decide. There are several veterans the men respect, who have served me for years. Look for them for guidance if you must. This shall be your test, to see if you have what it takes to do this. I do suppose I could have you serve under someone-"

“No!” Auriëlle yelled as she slammed her fist on the chest. The whole table rumbled. There was a fire in her eyes. “I will lead and I will win.” Her heart was ablaze again. All the doubt and confusion fled her. It was replaced by confidence and she wouldn’t hear it otherwise. She turned to the servants. “Take my chest to my quarters.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command. The power of her own words made her heart flutter. Then she turned to Nalla again. “Next time we talk, I will have brought you kneeling men or ash.” With those words, she turned on her heel and marched away. Already looking taller than when she had entered the room.

Behind her, the Queen smiled wickedly as she watched her go.




In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


Gibbou

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She had to stop this. She was immortal, sure, but this had to be unhealthy even to her. Missing both slippers this time, the moon goddess dragged herself across Antiquity towards her sister’s portal, clutching her gut as though it had been stabbed with a pike. One of her eyes was crusted shut, and that frighteningly common trail of stiffened goo was all too present around her lips. He held in her right hand a glass of that delicious ginger and orange juice Illyd Dyll had made for her that one time - her only solace in an existence of pain. She eventually stumbled into her sister’s realm, faceplanting into the gentle, inviting grass. For a moment, she actively protested societal pressure to get up and move on like something higher and more sophisticated than trash would do. However, the resistance was eventually suppressed, and the moon goddess persevered towards her sister’s house, cursing the terrorising brightness shining from above.

”Oreeeeey… I miss you! Your sister needs heeeelp!”

It took only a second for a reply and it was one that oozed pure joy. "GIBBOU!" her sister shouted from seemingly everywhere. In the distance a bright object shot up into the sky and made a beeline straight for her. A myriad of bright colors followed the Goddess of life as she landed before Gibbou in her new form, arms outstretched for an embrace as she approached her sister with a giant smile.

”AH! LOUD! OH! BRIGHT!” screamed the plum-hued goddess and collapsed onto the ground in a fetal position. Quivering eyes braved the surroundings and locked onto the form before her. Meeting in the middle, she hugged her sister’s feet for comfort. ”Don’t scare me like that!”

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Gibbou!" Oraelia quickly said, bending down and snapping her fingers. The area around them became a shadow, save for Oraelia's small glow. She then placed her hands on her sisters shoulders and poured healing into her again. "Is this going to become a routine thing?" she asked playfully.

The moon goddess faced the ground in guilt. ”... I’m sorry. I just, there was this party going on down in the Azumai region, and while I kinda wanted to put all of them to sleep for, y’know, obvious reasons, they were having such a good time that I had to join in!” She looked back up. ”But hey, you look giddy! What’s up? Did you try that exercise regimen I recommended? Feels good, right?”

Oraelia shook her head quickly. "Nope! Haven't tried it sis, I've been busy. Real busy. I created a race even! Of course Neiya helped but well she uh… She and I had a disagreement and it puzzled me for a long time until I figured out a solution! You know how she's the Goddess of Love? Have you met her? Well it doesn't matter, what does matter is that I decided to take Love too! I feel so sorry for her you know, she's obsessed with all the negative aspects of love and she showed me…" she paused for a moment as she looked away from Gibbou. "It was… Mind opening and terrifying." she gulped down some air and looked back at Gibbou with a smile. "I'm going to show her there is a better way. I have too."

Gibbou immediately rocketed up and grabbed Oraelia by the shoulders. ”Wait, what did she do to you?! When did she do it?! What do you mean terrifying?!” Her face paled. ”Oh, no, did she-... Did she hurt you like she-...” She started hyperventilated. ”Oh, no. No, no, no, no…”

Oraelia's face contorted into worry. She immediately put her own hands on Gibbou's shoulders as well. "Gibbou! Gibbou! It's okay, it's okay! I'm fine! I'm okay! I heal fast remember? See!" she showed Gibbou one of her scarred hands. "I'm all better now and Genesis woke up and she's so old now and you're here and I've adopted love and everything is going to be okay!" she said quickly, her voice shakey.

Gibbou’s eyes linked up with Oraelia’s, but, like her body, were quivering in fear. ”No, no, no, NO! I should’ve told you about her! She hurt me and, and, and, and now she’s, she’s hurt you! Oraelia!” In what almost felt like an attack, she embraced her and squeezed her close. ”My sister. My sweet, innocent, beautiful sister.”

Oraelia was stunned for a moment, before she embraced Gibbou back. "It's-it's…" she began but what followed was sobbing. Oraelia let herself be held, a bond only felt between sisters. From her chest there came a warm feeling, caring a sense of comfort and love with it. She was safe in Gibbou's embrace and Gibbou was safe in Oraelia's. She cried for a time before asking, "She… Hurt you too? How?" she asked, her voice soft.

”Ages ago, before Antiquity. She filled my head with lies and hate and fear, until I finally snapped and kidnapped all those creatures and brought them to my moon. I have never seen her since. I had hoped she had died in the past, but then Twilight came into contact with her and fell for her, her… I dunno, can it even be called charm if it’s her? I’mma say spell. Either way, that revealed to me that she was still around… And now she has gone too far.” Gibbou rubbed her cheek against Oraelia’s scalp. ”I should’ve been there to keep you safe; to stand by you in the heat of battle… I won’t let her hurt us again.”

Oraelia nodded but then she tilted her head. "Who's Twilight?" then her eyes went wide. "You… You kidnapped… Mortals?"

Gibbou blinked. ”Wait, I didn’t tell you? Oh… Shoot.” There was a pause. ”Yeah, I, I did that… Not my proudest moment, but I felt like I had to protect them from her, y’know, and all the other evil that happens down there at the leisure of the nutcases among us.” She let Oraelia go and sat down opposite of her. ”They’re all safe, mind you. They’ve been asleep for two thousand years. I’ve awoken some of them through the ages, but… Yeah, I think I’mma stop doing that…” She stared shamefully at the ground. ”You’re disappointed in me, aren’t you?”

Oraelia sat down as well and said nothing for several moments. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed." she started, "But more so in myself for sleeping for two thousand years. I understand why you did it, I do and I'm glad you won't do it anymore too. But uh, yeah, she showed me the same thing more or less. I pity Neiya, Gibbou. She can feel what love is but she let's herself drown in the bad. I don't think she can really help it either." Oraelia said quietly, placing her hands in her lap.

Gibbou crawled over on all fours, sat down next to Oraelia and laid her head on her shoulder. ”... I’m… I’m not sure anyone can help her, sis. She strikes me as the type who’s always been like this. You’re you, so it’s in your nature to be sympathetic to her condition, but…” She sighed. ”... She… She causes suffering, sis. Real bad, too! I mean, have you seen what those people in Ketrefa are up to at night?” She gagged, and it was hard to tell whether it was fake or genuine. ”It’s traumatising.”

Oraelia leaned her head on Gibbou's and sighed contentedly. "You're right but it wouldn't be me without at least trying. She… Brought me back to my own realm after our… Discussion. I think she can be reached, deep down."

Gibbou looked unconvinced, but nodded. ”Okay… I trust you in this. If anyone can make it work, it’s you. Although…” She looked down at her clenching and unclenching fists. ”If something should go wrong, we must be ready. Ready for anything.” With that, she caressed Oraelia on the top of the head, guiding it away gently so her own head could straighten up. She rose, the darkness created for her following her along as her bare feet softly found their roots in the grass a few paces ahead. She looked over her shoulder and asked, ”May I summon a bit of moonlight in here?”

Oraelia sat up and nodded. "Of course sister, don't have to ask me. What are you up to?"

Gibbou nodded and reached up towards the shadows in the sky with one hand. The darkness around her swelled, and a glimpse of her moon, white and full, appeared inside the rift in the sunshine. The goddess took on a lunar glow and then lifted up her other hand. The moonlight thickened, becoming a liquid that gently flowed through the opening in the heavens, dripping down onto the moon goddess in large, crystalline droplets. The droplets melded together all over her form, covering her clothes and skin. First, she was gently raised, as the moonlight about her feet hardened and dimmed, becoming silvery sabatons with white lines following the markings on her skin underneath. Her shins followed suit, the light on the front becoming metallic plates that reach up to cover her kneecaps, while the light underneath the plate became dark and scaly like dragonskin; around the outside of her thighs formed protective platings bound by the same divine leather to protect well the veins in her legs. Around her waist, there bound itself a wide belt of holy leather, buckled with moonsteel and jeweled with moonstones. Her torso flushed with whites, silvers and greys as the light became metal harder than any on Galbar, forming a breastplate unmatched in durability and strength, stretching all around her upper body. Over her shoulders, the light became pauldrons which grew long, upwards-pointing blades that seemed more ceremonial than practical, all things considered. The light on her arms became elbow protectors, wristbands and gauntlets, while the inner layer of armour continued the leathery trend. Around her neck formed a throat guard, and her moonlight wreath combined with the moonsteel to form a horned and plumed helmet, a purple mane manifesting out of the scalp of the metal to match her skin. Finally, from underneath her shoulders, a long green and grey cloak that seemed almost to hide her entire body under the neck, engulfed her. She lifted her metalled arms, the rustling of chainmail, clank of plate and creek of leather present with her every movement. She turned to Oraelia and opened her arms wide, pushing the cloak apart to reveal her whole form for her to see. ”What do you think?”



Oraelia was standing now, hands covering her face. Her eyes were wide in awe as she breathed, "Gibbou! It's wonderful! You're so… soooooo protected! How did you come up with such an idea, it's perfect!" Oraelia gushed.

Gibbou stepped over, every step feeling like she was carrying a mountain spread out all over her body. The ring and rustle of moonlit metal followed her as she moved. ”Oh, that’ll take some time getting used to… Anyway, I’ve, y’know, always wanted to be a protector of sorts. Up until now I… Well, let’s be honest. I’ve been terrible at it. She looked at one of her palms, clenching it into a fist to the sound of creaking leather and steel rubbing steel. ”But Neiya’s attack was the last straw. Bear witness, sister - this is the start of a new era for the two of us. I will become a protector of all life, for now I know my enemy.”

"Oh Gibbou…" Oraelia said sniffling. "I'm proud of you." she said. "Now hey! I could use some help in the protecting department, actually. Remember the race I mentioned earlier?" she asked.

Gibbou blinked and removed her helmet to scratch her scalp. ”The one you made with Neiya? Yeah, I remember. What about ‘em? What they need?”

"Well you see… Neiya has made war and conflict her new purpose. So when we created them, the Aiviri, she warped half of them into beings who wish to dominate and terrorize life. They are the Neiyari and mine, those who I saved from her corruption, are called the Oraeliari. I tried to give them an edge but I fear it won't be enough. They know how to defend themselves due to Neiya's influence but they are protectors of life and I think you could further help them. Give them some of that stuff or teach them how to make their own, you know?" Oraelia said.

Gibbou’s expression darkened. ”Oh, that’s bad. That’s real bad. If Neiya’s aiming to become a matron of war and she already has servants ready to carry out that purpose, we have no time to waste!” She conjured forth a model of Galbar using moon dust from her earlier transformation. ”Show me where they are.”

Oraelia walked forward and looked over the map. "Very pretty, Gibs." she then traced her finger before landing on the Luminant. "There we are. Home sweet home for them. It tears me apart knowing that they are fighting each other down there." she said sadly.

Gibbou focused the globe into a local view, the dust shapes collapsing and reforming into trees, hills and shrubs, all surrounding a small Oraeilari camp. They looked exhausted and weak from days on the run, and their fire was small as to not draw attention. Gibbou pointed at the group. ”Are these the right ones?”

"Yes, a small number. They don't number many altogether, after the split…" she took a harder look at them. "Oh those poor things. They look so hungry!" she shot up straight at that. "Oh no. I forgot to teach them how to grow food for themselves! I'll have to go ask… um Illyd… Illyd! That's his name, he seemed nice."

”Oh yeah, he’s such a great guy! We ate pie and drank tea for hours the other day. Really, there probably isn’t a better listener out there - except for you, of course,” she ended with a smile, which contorted into a worried frown as she looked back down at the map. ”... Hmm… They’re already quite weak, I reckon, so I shouldn’t give them anything heavy. This will have to do for now, and then I’ll implant the knowledge on how to make stronger armour in their minds.” She collected a handful of moondust and rolled it into a small pile, which she deposited on the orb. There, that should do it,”

Down below, the Oraeilari in the camp suddenly saw the earth in their camp part into a rift, revealing a hoard of bronze bracers and thick tunics and elbow and shin protectors of leather. They also learned in an instant how to make these items, should they ever come across the materials necessary. The source of the gifts was nowhere to be found, but above them, the moon winked a twinkle of light.

Back in Oraelia’s realm, Gibbou blinked. ”... That felt odd. Interesting, but odd. As if a new part of me that’s never existed before just came to be.”

"Ah, as I told Genesis, you're growing up." she sniffled again.

Gibbou stifled a snorting giggle. ”D-d’aw… Don’t say thaaat… You’ll make me feel old.” She hung her head a little. ”... Or that I used to be less responsible. Either way, I’ll do my best in the coming years.“ She took Oraelia’s hand in her own, frowning at the inability to feel her warm, soft skin through her gauntlets. ”Tell me ahead of time when you go to see Neiya. I refuse to let her hurt you again, so I will come with you.”

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of doing it without you." Oraelia said with a soft smile.

”Then it’s a deal.”





In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




Oraelia walked through the tall grass of her realm, feeling every stalk as she ran her fingers through the tops of them. She was wearing a simple white dress, no sun hat this time, but she did wear pink ribbons in her hair. Her light had returned a bit more too, she hadn’t realized how dim she had become. Genesis was off somewhere, she knew not where but her presence brought her comfort, just knowing she would be there for her. Gibbou too, but she had not spoken to her sister since before her foray into Neiya’s realm. She was hesitant to tell her what had happened, she knew not why, only that it tugged at her heart.

Gibbou would find out eventually, there was no denying that. Her scars were a dead give away that something had befallen her. She just… Didn’t want to be a bother, she supposed. Gibbou had enough to deal with already, no sense in adding her any more hardship.

She was feeling better lately though, but Neiya’s assault was still vivid in her mind. If she dwelt upon it for a long time, she would begin to reply it back in her head, from the Aiviri’s warping, to Solus’ wounding, to Neiya’s anger… It sent shivers down her spine. Her white scars had healed fully now, but they would never fade- acting as a painful reminder of what could have been.

Luckily, Solus was fine, if not a little bit upset. His wound had been easily healed but he too had a scar in return. For the most part, he tried his best protecting the Oraeliari but the Neiyari were a relentless foe, bolstered by Aveira. She would have to come up with some sort of solution to help them out further. For now, something else was on her mind.

It was love.

Neiya’s Love had sent her spiralling for a time. What she had been shown, haunted her greatly. All the worst aspects of love, focused like the edge of a knife to sow only pain. It was sorrow, hatred, despair, longing and dread. With only the briefest flashes of warmth, the tiniest traces of happiness, all drowned in a tide of pure obsession. Did she even know there was more? Oraelia had seen how she reacted to her touch and then she had awoken in her own realm, hadn’t she?

She wanted to believe Neiya did care. That she was just lost, that she was scared to feel anything other than what she knew. That her obsession blinded her to happiness, warmth, kindness, joy, romance and understanding. There need not be war, but peace. If only she could just show her that!

She paused from where she walked, eyes going wide in realization. Why hadn’t she thought of that before? It seemed so simple in hindsight. Her lips formed a wide smile.

There was a way.

She just had to show her it and there was only one way to do that.

Oraelia sat down and as she did the landscape around her changed. Tall prairie grass melded back into the shifting earth, which gave way to soft green grasses. Trees sprouted up around her, gnarled with twisting limbs- they sprouted flowers of pink, light reds, light blues, violets, and whites. Roses of the same colors sprouted up all around her until the fields as far as her eyes could see. Like a sea of colors, swaying gently in the breeze. From where she sat there was a clearing with her in the middle but the earth parted again and she hovered over a hole that quickly began to fill with a golden liquid. When it reached the top, she submerged herself within it and as the sun watched her from above, she shut her eyes and opened herself.

She knew what she was looking for. Oraelia had seen it, she knew it, and it was what she wanted. It did not take long for the trickle of emotion to start.

At first she felt very familiar emotions, the sort that Neiya had inflicted upon her. The sting of unrequited feelings, the heartbreak of a dead lover, the pain of being alone, the self hatred and it went on. Oraelia gritted her teeth, hands tightening into fists where she was submerged, she had to fight through it. She had to. If not for her own sake, but Neiya's.

She shook as the tide grew stronger. The sadness of a life ended too soon, the pain of never knowing what could be, the longing of desire, the dread of dying alone- The joy of a first kiss.

There!

There it was, that wonderful feeling of bliss. Oraelia focused on it and more began to follow, washing away the negative. A kindness born from caring, a romance fit for the stars, the happiness one felt from friends and family. This was it, this was love!

It came stronger and stronger, those feelings of love as it should be through the uncertainty of life, it endured through all the hardships. It brought peace, comfort and pure bliss. She enveloped herself within it, as Blythe landscape outside exploded into an endless wave of color. The bloom of life and love, molded by the light that she was best known for.

Oraelia exploded from the golden pool, grabbing from her chest an orb of the same color before pressing it to her heart and then letting it go in a cascade of gold that mixed with the other colors in an endless tide. It traveled her entire realm, bathing it in a warmth that stirred the heart in love unfettered.



She took on a new form in that moment. Her bright glow, so luminous and blinding, cooled off to reveal sun-kissed skin, the same wavy golden hair, features soft and kind with baby blue eyes as she opened them to look upon herself. She looked mortal-like, human specifically and she was around the same height as before. It would be a look she would need to become used to but it fit.

She wrapped herself in a hug, hardly containing the smile on her face as she let out a satisfied sigh. Love was a part of her now, her own love and she vowed right then and there, she would let it bloom.





In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Birth in Blood V




At long last, her palace was completed. It had been years in the making and it took a great deal of manpower to complete, but at long last it stood in Nallan as a seat of her power. It was a two storied building, but the second level only occurred in a few places. The structure itself was very large, but not enormous by any margin. It wasn’t the Keterfa wall by any means, but it worked. Outside of the palace resided a low wall, still being worked on and built up, but inside that wall there resided a garden of sorts and many dense thickets of foliage. A stone path wandered all the way from the gates to the main doors. The masonry work was by no means exquisite, but it was above the cut anyone would see in those parts. Columns large and small sat silently, in key areas around the entrances, courtyards, and overhangs.

The palace’s interior was smooth, furnished moderately and was rather plain. There were many rooms with various purposes, mainly chambers for guests or servants. Perhaps the most impressive feature on the first level was the large throne room, also acting as a dining hall. There in the dark hall (For Nalla had taken great care to get rid of most of the natural light with large furs and cloths), resided a stone throne. Nalla had it adorned with furs and blankets as well as a pillow or two for when she sat down. It sat upon a raised platform from the rest of the room.

There were also two courtyards, each housing different plants, and multiple Sylphi seedlings. For Aurinia and Chio had decided to stay after all, much to Nalla’s delight. And really, it wasn’t like they had much of a choice once her charm took hold of them. She had gotten to work, mainly out of boredom and reeling to see what type of traits could manifest within the saplings once they emerged. Ten grew within one courtyard and the other nine grew within the other. She expected the first two to be born any day now, for they had been put there around three years ago and the others had come sporadically within the following years.

It had taken a while for Nalla to convince Auri and Chio to bring her little ones, but once she coaxed them enough, it was easy work from there. Nalla made sure to pamper the two Sylphi as much as she could. She also made sure they were cared for every day, the seedlings, and had gone to great lengths to ensure their survivability. She also put Exodus’ words to the test, and watered them with fresh blood. Always fresh. They received most of their actual water when it rained.

Her more fleshy based servants also had multiplied and shortly after the first children were born, Nalla moved those families outside of her palace. Their parents could still come and go freely, for they were her servants after all and no one liked to be away from Nalla for too long. That she was assured of. They were also spreading healthy rumors about her and the love she gave out in the name of Neiya.

Down below was where Nalla spent most of her time however. A place where her most devoted resided, where Parn’s testing of magic was put to the test and where she conducted most of her business. The lower level of her palace was constantly being expanded into the stone and dirt below, making sprawling tunnels and more pits for nefarious purposes. It was the most furnished of her home, the most decorated and the most coveted. Artistic works were everywhere, of Neiya's symbolism, to blood red leaves and her own symbol, A blood red heart wrapped around a ruby that closely resembled an eye. Her servants had created it as an act of obsession and Nalla didn't found it amusing so she adopted it.

Outside of her palace, Nallan was booming. The once small village of her birth had turned into a sprawling town. Nothing like the four city states, but it was growing as more and more flocked to her for safety from the surrounding areas. She had quickly followed Exodus’ advice and had found herself a soldier to teach her how to fight and though she wasn’t the biggest fan of it, she learned anyways. Torturing was far more her style and she took to that far more. She still knew she just couldn’t kill people outright or too quickly, for the curse was still upon her, after all. But her powers were still incredibly useful and those she could incapacitate, could be swiftly killed by her men at arms.

Parn had also made a breakthrough with his pots, and now with a short rune placement, any pots that contained them were capable of keeping liquids fresh for around five years. His brother and sister servants had leant their aid and they had achieved a great feat. It quickly became sought after, and Parn was usually busy teaching low level magicians how to inscribe the pots. It was a good little business she was making.

There were still frequent visits to local chiefs and other rulers, those who needed assurances or those who needed replacing. Then there were the occasional bandits and brigands making a ruckus, which annoyed her greatly, for they learned to attack during the day for fear of what night brought. She had a few close calls with the sun during that time.

But all in all, things were going well for Nalla, but she was weary as always. She heard the rumors. Wars, trolls, iskrills, a winged beauty with a sword made of sunlight- All taxing on her mind. There was always a chance something would come, something unexpected like Exodus. But this time, she didn’t think it would end in her favor. She had to be prepared.



Nalla lounged on her throne, sipping a day old blood in a copper cup. The metal added a unique flavor, but it wasn’t like a throat with fresh blood. How could it? She pouted a bit, but remained. A bit lazy really. It was midday and her palace was bustling with activity as usual. There was still so much to do it seemed. She liked to keep herself busy, after all.

“Well,” A voice suddenly rang out, seeming to leach through the room and Nalla’s very mind, “You’re doing better here than I expected, kid.”

She sat upright, hairs standing on the back of her neck. She looked around but she was alone in the hall. Was it another God? It had to be. "Oh, hello? Who might this be?" She asked tentatively.

“Someone with an interest in you, kid. I’ve been watching you for a moment, and I have to say I’m impressed. Though,” The voice paused and then spoke again with some genuine concern, “You might want to watch out for that. It’s usually nothing, but when someone prays to every deity like one of your little plants did it can attract attention, but I’m sure you got an idea about that from your last visitor. Anyway, impressed.”

She stood up from her throne, running her hands through her hair as she began to pace. So it was a God. "Yes, I should take note of that… It was three years ago give or take but one can never be too careful I suppose. But… You are impressed? With me?" She asked with genuine curiosity mixed with disbelief.

A booming laugh, one that sounded more like a choir than a person, filled the room before the voice deigned to speak again, “Surprised? Well, you should be. In thousands of years I’ve only ever done this a few times. It’s not as dramatic as it was when I could walk around down there, but what can you do? A personal audience with the divine is something enough people pray for on a daily basis, though those people don't usually tend to found states. Especially in spite of their, eh, condition?”

Her eyes widened a bit at that. Well of course they would know her affliction. "A condition I have worked around and used to my advantage. I wanted to be chieftain but why stop at something so small, you know?" She mused.

“I imagine I do,” The voice joked, “But still, well done. Neiya’s gift certainly helped, you have no idea how poorly most take to the memories, but I can’t ignore your own work. In spite of a divine curse, not to mention one which promptly ruined a perfectly good means of succession for everyone, you’ve managed to come out on top. Better yet, you’ve actually managed to expand your authority.”

There was a long pause, but a weight in the air compelled silence until the voice spoke again, “Which brings me here. I suppose I’d better introduce and explain myself. The name’s Tekret et Heret, and I’m here with something of an offer.”

"Tekret… et… Heret?" She breathed, bringing both her hands to her cheeks in surprise. "The King Maker? The Crown Giver? Tekret speaks to me? I am humbled." She gushed happily.

“That, and the God of Contracts.” The voice grew rich with amusement, “Plus a thousand other, less relevant, titles. So, the offer. You’ve turned one of the highlands rather fetid cesspools into a thriving little community, and good on you. If you want a crown, you can have it for that alone. Or. You can swear to allow my House of Order full autonomy within your borders, and get something with a little more behind it. Up to you, of course.”

Nalla took a deep breath, thinking over the offer. She could hardly believe it. Not one, not two, but three gods bestowing gifts? She could hardly refuse but she did have a question. "If I might ask, before I decide, your House of Order. What do they do?" She asked.

“This and that. Uphold the laws of the land, take in criminals if they’re clever enough to devote themselves to me instead of running, and generally make sure little projects like yours here last longer than a minute.” There was a hint of gravity in the voice now, and as it continued it only grew more intense, “They’ll help you, so long as you keep doing what you’re doing. I won’t have them answer to anyone but me, though. Kings and Queens have an unfortunate habit of meddling where they’re not needed, often to their own detriment. So, do we have a deal? Or will you take the smaller offer?”

She thought on it and then said, "We have a deal, as long as they understand my affliction and that I won't do them harm." She said.

“I’ll make sure they’re on their best behavior,” With those words a small weight began to press on Nalla’s head, “And I’ll be looking forward to what you do with this, kid.”

With that the gods presence faded from the room, and Nalla’s mind. The thickness in the air vanished, and atop the Vampire's head sat a bloody red crown. It shifted and moved as whatever material made it up flowed, but to the touch it was firm as stone. There was no explanation, or instructions, but such things weren’t needed.

The Blooded Crown had been forged by a gods will, and that will made itself known. She touched it gingerly, her small smile widening with wicked glee as the crown, her crown, imparted upon her its will. She let out a small giggle at first, before she could hardly contain her laughter.






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