@Slendy A month isn't that long of a time period... We'll see what happens. If Belle gives him any ideas he might try something, but he won't violate the laws of the Fae, at least not under normal circumstances anyways.
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Occus, South Africa (Region)
Month One
@OtomostheCrazy
Ox did not speak much with the two sisters, and mostly did not actively participate in the rescue missions. Instead he lent quite a bit of his power to sustain and improve his sorcerer's magical might. The undead may be resistant to the arcane, but a conjured flame was still a flame, and a flying rock could still cave their skulls in. His focus was primarily elsewhere, projecting his presence to answer prayers to him across the world, mostly of those in the afflicted regions so he could determine where the next portal would take them.
The few times he did intervene were against the monstrous undead with huge bat wings and exaggerated claws, or sticky black fur and lupine forms. The Fae's souls were safe, would always be so, but their bodies were not immune to the plague. When these monsters were encountered on the battlefield he tapped into his anger at Humanity for doing this to his people and blasted the horrors apart with torrents of flame or swarms of flesh eating insects. Every time he would cast a look at the steadily growing number of Humans they had rescued, and he would debate turning his own Necromancy on them and unleashing them in a major city as retribution, but then he would dismiss the thought as needlessly cruel, and remind himself that these Humans in particular were innocent. It helped that Kani was always nearby offering them compassionate assistance.
Once he had collected all the Fae in South Africa he cast a spell of secrecy over the Humans and left them just outside of a safe zone, they would be disinclined to share what they had seen, and soon they would even forget the details, putting behind the magic and the gods like a bad dream. The Fae were not finished, but now other things called Occus' attention. He left the sisters behind in Africa, and sent the Fae on to America.
Humanity, Earth
Month Two
The vaccine was mass produced in every medical facility in the world, Humanity taking a sigh of relief as supply drops carrying the preventative treatment landed among military positions and survivor outposts. The zombie advance had been confined in Indonesia, and the works of a pan-American organization began to slow the spread in the central states. Africa was still losing ground, but at least they could fight the menace like any other now. The apocalypse had been averted, by Human genius no less. Truly they were capable of great and terrible things, much like the mythical gods of old...
But still there was the matter of Sven, creator of the plague. It may not have been solely his fault, but the blood of millions were on the hands of him and his assistants. Nations across the world were calling for his head, trials for war crimes would commence soon. The man's punishment by the gods was strange and investigated of course, but few believed his claims. It was more likely he had been experimenting on himself and something had gone wrong, yet another hint at his untrustworthy and immoral practices. Those who believed in divine intervention named such gods as the Christian God or the Muslim Allah, others pointed the finger to Hindu or more local gods. Few even knew of the Merged still, and those that did kept their mouths shut. The fact he was cured only lent further disbelief to his tale.
Humanity had never been more united; Polish volunteers helped construct defenses in Oklahoma, Japanese watercraft hunted stray swimming zombies, and Chilean soldiers stormed the beaches of Maputo. A new age was dawning among the mortals, and none could yet see the result of such events. None, that is, except one. A mad being was on the hunt for cheese, for where there is cheese there is darkness.
Month One
@OtomostheCrazy
Ox did not speak much with the two sisters, and mostly did not actively participate in the rescue missions. Instead he lent quite a bit of his power to sustain and improve his sorcerer's magical might. The undead may be resistant to the arcane, but a conjured flame was still a flame, and a flying rock could still cave their skulls in. His focus was primarily elsewhere, projecting his presence to answer prayers to him across the world, mostly of those in the afflicted regions so he could determine where the next portal would take them.
The few times he did intervene were against the monstrous undead with huge bat wings and exaggerated claws, or sticky black fur and lupine forms. The Fae's souls were safe, would always be so, but their bodies were not immune to the plague. When these monsters were encountered on the battlefield he tapped into his anger at Humanity for doing this to his people and blasted the horrors apart with torrents of flame or swarms of flesh eating insects. Every time he would cast a look at the steadily growing number of Humans they had rescued, and he would debate turning his own Necromancy on them and unleashing them in a major city as retribution, but then he would dismiss the thought as needlessly cruel, and remind himself that these Humans in particular were innocent. It helped that Kani was always nearby offering them compassionate assistance.
Once he had collected all the Fae in South Africa he cast a spell of secrecy over the Humans and left them just outside of a safe zone, they would be disinclined to share what they had seen, and soon they would even forget the details, putting behind the magic and the gods like a bad dream. The Fae were not finished, but now other things called Occus' attention. He left the sisters behind in Africa, and sent the Fae on to America.
Humanity, Earth
Month Two
The vaccine was mass produced in every medical facility in the world, Humanity taking a sigh of relief as supply drops carrying the preventative treatment landed among military positions and survivor outposts. The zombie advance had been confined in Indonesia, and the works of a pan-American organization began to slow the spread in the central states. Africa was still losing ground, but at least they could fight the menace like any other now. The apocalypse had been averted, by Human genius no less. Truly they were capable of great and terrible things, much like the mythical gods of old...
But still there was the matter of Sven, creator of the plague. It may not have been solely his fault, but the blood of millions were on the hands of him and his assistants. Nations across the world were calling for his head, trials for war crimes would commence soon. The man's punishment by the gods was strange and investigated of course, but few believed his claims. It was more likely he had been experimenting on himself and something had gone wrong, yet another hint at his untrustworthy and immoral practices. Those who believed in divine intervention named such gods as the Christian God or the Muslim Allah, others pointed the finger to Hindu or more local gods. Few even knew of the Merged still, and those that did kept their mouths shut. The fact he was cured only lent further disbelief to his tale.
Humanity had never been more united; Polish volunteers helped construct defenses in Oklahoma, Japanese watercraft hunted stray swimming zombies, and Chilean soldiers stormed the beaches of Maputo. A new age was dawning among the mortals, and none could yet see the result of such events. None, that is, except one. A mad being was on the hunt for cheese, for where there is cheese there is darkness.
@Slendy Scott isn't a saint, he's not as dark as Occus but he is volatile and opportunistic, though maybe a bit sow to realize an opportunity is even there... but he truly doesn't have any use in mind for the knowledge he seeks. Yet.
I for one am not jumping Occus that far ahead just yet. There's still a chance he'll be called to Scott and Belle depending on how things go with @Slendy.
@Cuccoruler, does the council thing happen before or after the time skip?
@Cuccoruler, does the council thing happen before or after the time skip?
@Lugubrious Catch up in your own time friend, nothing extreme is going to happen yet.
@Trevor1001 Just incase the consensus was unclear, accepted.
@Cuccoruler Thoughts on unoriginal characters? I say discourage them, but you do have that one thing from that one thing coming up in the near future.
@Slendy
Jotunheimen, Norway
Scott snatched the book like a giddy child, plopping down cross-legged on the floor right where he stood so he could settle in to read it. "Shame, would've been fun to sacrifice them. The Bloodforger would have been quite happy, I think." He commented absently. He didn't take his eyes off of the three even as he opened the book to it's first page. There were several ways he could read the book without looking, but the technique he used was a form of psychometry, by running his hand along the words it was as if the words were being read to him within his mind in the voice of the writer. The magic voice would carry the tone and, if the magician was unskilled, the first language of the writer as well, however skilled wizards could filter it into the language the words were written in.
He turned to the table of contents, and his fingers lingered hesitantly on the list of titles. Hmm, the biography sounds interesting... but I'm a Warlock! He turned to Chapter One: War.
"That sounds weird, why not make a deal with Ox? He could totally sort out the whole immortality thing for you, and information isn't that hard to come by, just..." Scott was going to say just summon a demon, but then he realized that that was almost exactly what had happened. "...yeah. Well, just ignore me. What do I know? Just a lowly Warlock in the shadow of the Nine."
Then one of the demons spoke, demanding something of him. Scott had to pause his reading to properly focus his magic on her to discern her words. He stared at her in puzzlement for a moment for the words seemed to make sense. "Oh, I... don't know?" He shrugged, why wouldn't he want the book? It contained knowledge on countless things! The power he could gain from it could be immense! "I'm a Ravenclaw at heart." He commented, then paused, "Unless you're too old for that reference..." All too often he would forget there were beings who had not read the same books as him, or played the same games. It was actually quite an advantage to invest some research into Human fiction, their imaginations were great inspiration for budding spell casters. Now that he thought about it though, what would he do with the knowledge he discovered in the tome? "I'll probably... well I don't know, do I?!" He threw his hand up in an exasperated gesture. "What would you even use it for? I just want to know things. Everythings."
Jotunheimen, Norway
Scott snatched the book like a giddy child, plopping down cross-legged on the floor right where he stood so he could settle in to read it. "Shame, would've been fun to sacrifice them. The Bloodforger would have been quite happy, I think." He commented absently. He didn't take his eyes off of the three even as he opened the book to it's first page. There were several ways he could read the book without looking, but the technique he used was a form of psychometry, by running his hand along the words it was as if the words were being read to him within his mind in the voice of the writer. The magic voice would carry the tone and, if the magician was unskilled, the first language of the writer as well, however skilled wizards could filter it into the language the words were written in.
He turned to the table of contents, and his fingers lingered hesitantly on the list of titles. Hmm, the biography sounds interesting... but I'm a Warlock! He turned to Chapter One: War.
"That sounds weird, why not make a deal with Ox? He could totally sort out the whole immortality thing for you, and information isn't that hard to come by, just..." Scott was going to say just summon a demon, but then he realized that that was almost exactly what had happened. "...yeah. Well, just ignore me. What do I know? Just a lowly Warlock in the shadow of the Nine."
Then one of the demons spoke, demanding something of him. Scott had to pause his reading to properly focus his magic on her to discern her words. He stared at her in puzzlement for a moment for the words seemed to make sense. "Oh, I... don't know?" He shrugged, why wouldn't he want the book? It contained knowledge on countless things! The power he could gain from it could be immense! "I'm a Ravenclaw at heart." He commented, then paused, "Unless you're too old for that reference..." All too often he would forget there were beings who had not read the same books as him, or played the same games. It was actually quite an advantage to invest some research into Human fiction, their imaginations were great inspiration for budding spell casters. Now that he thought about it though, what would he do with the knowledge he discovered in the tome? "I'll probably... well I don't know, do I?!" He threw his hand up in an exasperated gesture. "What would you even use it for? I just want to know things. Everythings."
@Slendy It's fair to say a lot of them did, and Hel definitely died, but Loki, Thor, and almost certainly Odin survived. Still, Fenrir is dead and Ragnarok is negated. During the War the Einherjar were almost certainly brought into conflict against the Merged and many would have perished. It's also likely Heimdall is dead, and in general if even one god is killrd then many thousands of norse from ages and ages ago will be super pissed at the murderer. It's fair to say the Norse probably made it out better than most, but they're also probably the angriest, though I bet the Aztec gods are more bitter. :p
Isn't it filled with angry dead people though? :X
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