Name: Blade of Chaos Description: Created by Vestec, whle the world was still a barren wasteland, this weapon currently has only one desire. To cause as much pain and suffering as possible. Appearance: Changes based on wielder. It could go from sword, to axe, to mace, to bow, etc.
I must admit, there was less of a reaction among the gods for Escre spearing the planet with a giant spinal cord and creating the planet's life-core than I thought.
Vestec generally doesn't care. I thought it was impressive, Vestec just wants someone to create a sentient race already. XD
Althalus' look of relief as Mar sat up was pathetic and he knew it. He didn't care either, just happy Mar was relatively okay. He winced as she began to prod at the stump, resisiting the urge to scratch at it as it became less pain and more itch as she began to speed up the process of his stump healing. He merely grinned at her as she began to berate him, as if what the crazy elf bitch had done to him was his fault. It was good to see that she wasn't overly affected by the whole ordeal. Other than being angry at him, obviously. He resolutely ignored the guardsman. There would be plenty of time later to discuss how stupid he was and to give Grey a chance to explain why he shouldn't just be killed for the injuries he caused Mar. As Leith stumbled over he managed to give him a sympathetic look. Mar summed up both of their opinions nicely, but Althalus felt the need to add on. "You'll be fine. Though try to cling to that shock at all this death. It'll help you in the long run."
Althalus' eyes shifted to Mar's disdain filled face, he chuckled at her. She glared at him, clearly still irritated. "I'm sorry," he said innocently, "You're just so cute when you're irritated." Mar's eyes narrowed dangerously and her mouth opened again, likely to deliver another scathing comment. Althalus silenced her with a kiss, breaking it after a few moments and pressing his head gently against hers. "Don't worry about my hand and what Lyn will think. We're both alive. That's all that matters." He spoke quietly, smiling.
Then of course, everything went to hell.
Three of the blood droplets left behind raced towards Grey, Mar, and Leith respectively. One stayed behind. In a few moments, they were all positioned. Another moment later, and something was growing out of the blood drops. Right behind Althalus an exact copy of Mar came into being in seconds, her tail wrapping around his waist and throwing him backwards. "There. Now we won't be interrupted." The new Mar purred, sensually rubbing a hand over her chest.
The same thing happened behind Leith, the new Leith's demon hand yanked him backwards and his copy turned to face him. "You're too weak. You'll never seize, and keep, the power we want. I'll make sure we do."
An exact copy of Grey appeared in front of him, indecisively glancing between Grey and his companions. "Kill you or help them, kill you or help them. Leave me and I might help kill one of your friends. Fight me and one of your friends might die."
Althalus faced his own copy, groaning. "Can't we get a break for one damn minute!?" His copy sneered at him. "No. I'll keep Lyn safe from now on. You're too much the cripple and the weakling to do so."
The Blade of Chaos? How unoriginal and pathetic. Ferghus could create more weapons with better names and abilities than that. Just you watch. Gotta create a good Forge to build them with, of course.
Vestec is not very original. XD
But, it obviously suceeded in pissing off the Forge God. ;P
OooOOOooohhh...I'm interested in finding out what that "itching" Vestec experienced was. Maybe that one divine who didn't want to be a part of the Chaos God?
You'll just have to wait.
Was Vestec feeling a...conscience?
Vestec. Conscience.
Nah, probably just one of the 4 personalities within him.
Vestec watched as the orb went from sibling to sibling, impatiently waiting for when the finale would happen. He knew it would. It had too. There had to be something to all this, rather than just absorbing their energies and leaving. He only laughed at Svieand. That's another I'll have to make special time for. By himself he'll have enough chaos but It'll be unfair just to ignore him now wouldn't it? He giggled to himself again, and then raised a hand in front of his face as the universe exploded in being right in front of them. "A little warning would have been nice." He grumbled as Vowzra spoke in a similar fashion after Astarte. Arguis, the knowledgeable one, was the first to react. With only one comment the deity moved to the planet and built a landmass immediately. Vestec could tell he had a nice, orderly, plan for the continent and those who would inhabit it. "Well. I'll have to make sure that never happens." The God of Chaos said, largely to himself.
Before he could go down and do something to mess up Arguis' plan, Vestec felt a strange...itching beneath his skin. Like something wanted to be released but couldn't. He didn't know what exactly was going on. But he did know one thing. The only way to stop it was to gain more power. So he did. As he felt himself grow in power, the itching subsided. It was still there, just at the back of his mind, but it was now manageable and he could ignore it.
He watched, head moving too and fro as the other Gods went about the act of creating. Or, in some cases, destroying. He couldn't do anything. There was no order to ruin that wasn't already being ruined by the other gods. Escre he knew would be fun to see how far the life god's calm would go. Undasis would be easy to taunt, Vestec saw that immediately from the Kraken's random threats. Astarte would be one of the ones who hated him the most. She seemed to be the motherly type. Arguis would be another. He seemed to have so many plans, all carefully ordered. "I'll make sure to knock them apart."
Staring down at the freshly created continent Vestec realized something. There was nothing on the planet yet. Nothing he could cause chaos in. So, he would have to plan for that. And, this may irritate the forge God. Vestec held his hands out in front of him and crafted a weapon. It was currently a sword(a narrow blade used for a more fencing style of combat), but would change based on the preference of the wielder. He didn't stop there, however. Drawing on his remaining might, Vestec imbued the sword with a sheer desire to maim. Now whoever wielded the weapon, which Vestec creatively dubbed 'The Blade of Chaos' would feel an irresistible urge to violently cut apart their opponents before killing them.
4 might spent on upgrading to level 3
1 Freepoint spent on making 'The Blade of Chaos'
1 might spent on imbuing Blade of Chaos with a desire to maim before killing it's opponents.
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