Muttonhawk

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

@Kho On the Discord server, buddy. Ask Cyclone nicely and he'll send you another invite.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"It's okay, we don't have to-...hey, wait!" Tunxeek reached out in surprise, but did not follow. Kaleeth could barely hear him sigh to himself before she was out of earshot.

Kaleeth found Janius more or less in the same position as before, sitting nearby and watching the tattooing. He turned his head to see Kaleeth as she entered, and immediately his smile lowered. "Kaleeth?" He murmured quietly.

When she neared and struggled to speak, Janius took her wrist and raised a finger to his lips. "Shhh-shh-shh. Are you alright? We..." He stopped and glanced at Julan and Thorantilth. "Let's go outside."

Janius stood up, still holding onto Kaleeth's arm, and lead her out of the hut. He stopped a few steps away from the outside of the hut's entrance and addressed Kaleeth again. He asked her gently. "Did you...see her?"

---

Fendros stopped and listened to each word Ahnasha said. By the end of it, he let out a small breath, his shoulders lowered a little, and he nodded twice. "Okay," he whispered.

Ahnasha could noticed when they were downstairs that she had succeeded at somewhat calming him. He was patient and level with Ahnasha's relatives, even as they kept them both in conversation.

Over with Fendros' family, Calia sat up straight and stoic alongside Monderyn as he held Llarasa in a hug. Llarasa had her face in her hands, but when she looked up to see Ahnasha and Fendros, there was evidently much more fatigue in her eyes than tears. Opposite Calia, Rhazii sat sunken in his chair, tweaking his fingers awkwardly with all the tension around him. His ears lifted when his parents neared.

"In private?" Calia repeated as if to confirm. She only took a quick, surreptitious look at Ahnasha's family before she turned her head and nodded. "Of course." She smoothly stood to her feet. "Monderyn? Would you fetch some pitchers of water for everyone?"

"Yes, mother," Monderyn moved to do as he was told.

"Please, lead the way," Calia said to Ahnasha, turning a palm up.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Tunxeek patiently waited for the communion to come and go from Kaleeth's mind. When Kaleeth's awareness returned, he said no words to disturb her. He offered comfort with a hand on her shoulder.

However, Kaleeth's grief was not going to pass in such a short moment. Tunxeek knew anything could have happened in the ritual. After giving Kaleeth some time, he craned his head forward to try and see her covered face. "Did you learn what you needed to, Kaleeth-rei?"

---

"And I think you're underestimating him. You're being..." He let out the rest of his breath in futility. "No, you're right, arguing over guesswork isn't helping. I just..." He tightened his lips and looked away. "I hate this. I hate him. I hate how he treats you, me, the family. I don't even want to be near him. He's a twisted bastard and he can rot in Oblivion for all I care. But talking with mother about it can't hurt."

He turned on his heel and walked towards the door with a frown on his face. He did not give Ahnasha so much as a glance. "We can talk with mother now and get this over with."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The lack of a response from Julan eventually let Janius' attention drift back to Thorantilth's handiwork. No recognisable shape was apparent yet on Julan's scales -- the little that had been done truly drilled in the reality of the time that the markings would take.

Janius turned his head back to Julan again when Julan spoke. Janius was not sure how to interpret it. He lowered his brow and breathed in to ask Julan to elaborate, but he stopped. He closed his eyes and breathed out, smiling. "Julan, sometimes I wish I could understand the Hist like you and your mother do. It's like there's new world on the other side."

He was not sure how much Julan was comprehending. Janius did not expect an answer.

---

Tunxeek did not give away much of a reaction to Kaleeth's question. He looked back at her for only a couple of seconds before his eyes lowered and he answered. "It's not as simple as a soul remaining there," Tunxeek continued in Jel in spite of Kaleeth switching to Cyrodilic. "The Hist, does not forget, as far as we can tell. Your mother will always be among them, in a way, as much as any Saxhleel who passed away before her. Sometimes, when I have taken the sap, even recently, I sometimes hear my own mother's voice."

Running his hand over his forearm, Tunxeek continued. "It is ultimately your choice whether to drink the sap today, Kaleeth-rei. But, if you do anything here, I would like you to try and think for a moment. Try to think how you will feel about this a season or two from now if you decide to put the bowl down. Explain it to me, if it helps you to think."

---

Several seconds passed before Fendros answered. He remained where he was, leaning his hands on the back of the chair. "You know what scares me, Ahna? For all our speculation, it's all just guesses. What makes me afraid is that I don't know how he would react to all this. We can get Meesei, true, and with us altogether, we could best him if he lashes out." He lifted his head and gave Ahnasha a look of mixed worry and anger. He pointed to the floor. "But after tonight my mother and siblings are still around him," he said, making every word clear. "Any wrong move by us? Who knows what he'll do. He'll take everything we or Meesei says with disdain and Marod may as well be threatening him as well." He took a short breath. "He's too dangerous, Ahna. That is not going to change."

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

Kirron

He had a direction and none had an apparent interest in stopping him. Kirron hopped effortlessly upon his selected crystal in the Architect's lair and seated himself, back straight and arms sternly crossed. The crystal made its silent way up and out, never stopping and ever accelerating. Kirron's eyes wandered around the dark features of the space around him. Already his siblings were going about their projects. He sniffed idly, or perhaps with purpose. He grumbled all the same.

The crystal had not been given a strong direction, as much as Kirron wished he had one. Whatever modicum of interpretation his transport had appeared to draw him towards the looming orb of water-logged stone in the centre of it all.

"Galbar." He thought out loud. The word felt correct in his mouth. He smirked. "As good a place as any to start looking."

Weightless silence became a flare of orange heat. The crystal was hardly slowed by its descent into the atmosphere. Kirron's eyes made out the ripples in the endless water as the air got thicker. Without any hurry, he leapt from the crystal and held his knees against his chest. The wind buffeted his ears on the way down, but the sound of his splash was just a fraction louder.

A few moments passed. Kirron's white-haired head emerged from the surface. He looked to his left, to his right. Nothing. He looked up. The fiery streak of an asteroid hurtled across the sky. Kirron grinned with the full length of his shark-like teeth.

"Ha! Having this much fun, are we!?" He shouted out to no one. "I'll show you how to really hurl some earth!"

Kirron dunked his head into the water without even a breath. His feet fluked behind him before he kicked his way deeper. He kept going in spite of the water pushing in around him. The heaviness of the ocean was no match for him here, at least at this depth.

Before long, he sensed the sandy floor. He turned himself in the water and landed peacefully on his feet. Bubbles escaped the gaps between his toothy smile as splayed the fingers of his hands. He bent and clutched the sea floor.

The scene looked at first to be ineffectual. For a time Kirron simply stood and stared. Then a stony cracking sound pealed across the ocean, muted only somewhat by the water. Kirron's arms and back grew a more vivid red with enriched godly blood. More rumbling like thunder from the sea floor rang out. After another long time, an impossibly large shard of bedrock lifted in Kirron's grasp. Sand flowed off its rising edge in a curtain stretching off in either direction, disappearing into churning clouds of dusty water. The fissure grew at speed until water rushed in to fill the void underneath. Kirron's beard and hair remained the only part of his body not rushing beneath the stone from the vacuum.

Above the water, a shelf of stone emerged from the surface. Small at first, but quickly growing as if Galbar was peeling itself open. Water rushed off its surface in raging white sheets that shrank into rivers, then streams, and then eddies.

At the source of the movement, Kirron's body looked about ready to burst from exertion. His upper lip was lifted and his eyes wrenched shut in a strained sneer. Up the stone went, rising over his waist, then his chest, then his shoulders, and then up over his head. Finally, pushed to a limit, he shouted a great cry as loud as he could muster. Not even the churning and rushing water drowned him out. One last push, he hurled the earth over his head in one piece.

It was more than a mountain he had pulled out of the ground. The impossible projectile crumbled even before it left Kirron's hands. As it landed, it shook the entire planet. A great rush of debris and waves spread in all directions. The counteracting suction of the hole Kirron left behind caused whirlwinds to storm into existence either side of him. In the chaos, he laughed heartily. He laughed in competition with the noise. He had not won by distance thrown, true, but he had won by the mass of the object hurled.

By the time the world finally calmed from Kirron's recklessness, he stood on the solid ground his stone taken the shape of upon landing. In all the commotion someone had courteously produced a great and warm brightness in the sky. It lit up the fruits of his sport -- for it could not be called labour when it was such an entertaining distraction. He sat one foot up on a rock, leaning his upper body on his knee and looking out at the mess he had created; a land of rubble stretching into the horizon. He smiled.

"Heheh, what's the word for this again?" He found it in a second. "Right. Procrastination."

He shook his head and chuckled under his breath as he kicked off on a walk further inland.

Bro, do you even lift?

Kirron takes his crystal down to Galbar. Seems he's looking for something.

When he lands, he notices the Orvium meteor streaking across the atmosphere.

Throwing stuff looks like fun, so Kirron lifts a massive chunk of rock out of the ground and attempts to throw it. It doesn't go far but it lands pretty nicely, resulting in a small continent being created.

Kirron isn't really concerned about naming it. He continues on his search.

Might Summary

Before: Kirron - Blood - 5 MP - 20 FP

-20 MP Caber tossing a small continent into existence.

After: Kirron - Blood - 5 MP - 0 FP

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There was something amusing about seeing Julan in such an apparent daze. Janius would have been worried if it was not simply Hist sap. For now, he just smiled and ruffled the top of Julan's head. "You're doing great. You can relax."

Tunxeek looked down and his lips twitched. "It sounds like you are afraid of it." He picked up the bowl of sap in both hands. After a second looking into it, he turned his eyes up to Kaleeth and offered her the bowl. "You don't have to be."

---

Fendros took Ahnasha's middle pause to huff and half-turn away. "Oh, I see, so he'll listen to an Argonian and an Imperial instead," he said sarcastically, though it was missing Ahansha's point.

He clutched the back of a chair and squeezed until his knuckles were white, closing his eyes. When Ahnasha finished, he threw up a hand, paused, and sighed, slowly lowering his arm and relaxing his hands. "Ahnasha," he said, just above the threshold of a calm tone. "Why should he even believe us? And if it's Marod and his men strolling up and outing him as an extremely dangerous individual and asking him politely to fight for them, how do you think he would react?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Janius leaned a little closer to get a good look at the tattooing. He was so rapt that he did not pay much attention to what Tunxeek said as he left. Kaleeth's touch, however, drew his attention. He took Kaleeth's hand gently and smiled to her. "See you soon," he said before letting her go.

After a while watching quietly, Janius craned his head to see Julan, probably still under whatever influence the Hist sap provided.

"...Are you feeling okay, Julan?" He asked quietly.

Outside, by the Hist tree, Kaleeth found Tunxeek squatting and facing the eggs nestled up by the roots. He tilted his head and held his hand out in the air above them. Probably just checking on their health, as a treeminder was wont to do. As Kaleeth approached, he turned around and stood to face her.

"Hello again." Tunxeek gestured to two mats he had set out on the ground next to a small wooden bowl. "Would you like to sit?"

Tunxeek took a mat for himself to sit down on. He looked at the bowl before them. A reflective dash of Hist sap sat rippling within.

"Before we begin, I..." Tunxeek itched under his jaw with one finger. "Look, I know the last time you were here, I was just a boy. It took some time before that was shaken off, but I just want you to know that I mean no disrespect to you as my elder. The fact is, I am doing what a treeminder does now. That means I have to ask you, Kaleeth-rei, do you know what you want in this ritual? Do you know how you will feel afterwards?"

---

Fendros let a breath out through his teeth and looked ahead. He was sure he needed just about enough calming down from seeing his father in the first place, much less talking about recruiting him. He was on edge all the way to the city.

Once the family was secure, Fendros lead the way up to his and Ahnasha's room. He tightened his fist and promised himself not to give way to anger. When Ahnasha faced him, he had his arms crossed standing opposite her, frowning.

He only took a second after she finished for him to shake his head. "I didn't know he was that powerful. I knew he was a powerful mage, and that he has...a long past. A past I only know a fraction of. Perhaps if he didn't know we were werewolves and if you were some dainty Dunmer heiress, there might have been a chance to enlist his help." He looked down. "Even if I did like the idea, how do propose we convince him?"

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

Climb your mountain, feed your home,
Bring not your goals in spite.
A hate brings fire and cuts the stone
And bitterly you shall fight.

Every cut will drown your mirth,
Each conquest mixes mud.
Your horrors wound and rive the earth
'Till springs weep red with blood.

Kirron

A few muffled voices tried to interrupt Kirron's solitude. The water around him absorbed most of it. His upper lip lifted in defiance like a child wanting just a few minutes longer to sleep in the morning. With his eyes closed, sitting up on the floor of the dark pool of water with his knuckles together, he kept himself at arms length from the chaos above.

How their hearts thudded. How their energy ran high. How pure their blood was, each and every one of them. Including himself.

Kirron had no trouble eavesdropping. With knowledge bestowed of those around him, his lips quirked up at how it applied to the interactions. Friends, enemies, and more. He felt his own impressions of the beings summed up in easy enough thoughts. It was odd how much noise they made given the lack of things they had to do.

Well, perhaps a few of them had some things to do. Not Kirron. He did not feel any need to do anything.

At least at first.

His eyes opened. He stood up, looked up. Up there were rays of fresh light wavering and refracting on the surface. He pushed off the floor with his feet and drifted up.

The less distracted deities might have noticed him on the way up. His breaking of the water's surface at the edge of the Architect's great dais was more apparent. A head of short white hair launching up in front of a pair of hulking arms that grabbed onto the dais floor. Kirron hoisted himself up, revealing himself dripping wet from his bright red skin and simplistic hide and bone clothing. He stood, stopped, and stretched his arms up, yawning deeply. After a quick adjustment of the large animal skull strapped to his shoulder, he took a few steps forward, sniffing and looking across the ground.

"Hmph. Where'd it go?" He mumbled in a baritone. "It was here before."

He knelt down in front of the nearest blood stain. He dabbed his thumb in the blood and felt it between his fingers.

He paused in thought, and then poked out his lower lip and shrugged. "Strange."

Kirron stood and rested his hands on his hips, regarding the crystals and the other gods. "Are your feet stuck or something? Go out and find something to do, you slouches." he said, before turning and starting towards a crystal.

Does it still count as Advanced if the summary is a one-liner?

Kirron was sitting at the bottom of the pool. He swam up, checked out a bit of spilt blood, and then sassed everyone.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Janius realised he had been holding half a breath as the tattooing was about to begin. He was relieved to an extent already; Julan was showing little in the way of nervousness. If he had the patience to get the marks over with, they would have nothing to worry about. Janius was confident of that much, at least.

It wasn't long before Tunxeek had completed his batch of the ink. He carefully knelt down with the bowl in both hands and nestled it up against the other ink bowls Thorantilth dipped his reeds into. With utmost care and quiet, Tunxeek then stood and stepped to kneel near Kaleeth.

He whispered with a deference, even if their relative age seemed narrower than when Kaleeth left. "Um, I will take a moment to get things together. Meet me out by the Hist tree when you are ready. I am sure the Hist has..." Tunxeek stopped himself. "I am sure you can get closure. But...you have my sympathies all the same. I know what it's like."

With that, Tunxeek frowned at the ground solemnly and stood to leave the hut.

---

"Ahnasha is correct," Calia said. "This is a...family matter. That old heirloom sword is just a prop for it all. Cheydinhal will be a much safer place."

The walk back was tense and mostly wordless. Rhazii spoke with Monderyn beside him without looking at him, but it was hard to tell what they were talking about with Rhazii mumbling. It was about Rossarm, his grandfather. The few words that Fendros could make out confirmed that much.

However, it was no use eavesdropping. Fendros kept his eyes and ears open for Rossarm himself. He wore a frustrated scowl as he looked around. His father had ruined their day and Ahnasha's family was now far more involved than he desired them to be.

At first, he was not sure whether he wanted to deal with Ahnasha's hushed words. He could tell from the beginning that she had an unorthodox idea. Even then, her idea went beyond his expectations. He faced her and stifled himself before he could shout -- she had him there. "What!?" He breathed. "Why? How?!...N-...Ahna, he just tried to-..." He paused to press his lips together and breathe in. "Absolutely not. Out of the question."

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Let it be known that this latest collab dropped at 150,000 characters ON THE DOT.

We tried to post it, got nonstandard mysterious 520 code server errors, tried making every [colour] tag into a [color] tag.

No joy. Had to split it in half :(