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Vestec was travelling through the Changing plains, heading to Hemrick to deliver the good news about his empire, idly singing to himself. “Hemrick, I’m coming! Hemrick, I’m arriving! Hemrick I’ll be there sooooon. To help you with, your empire of dooom!” Suddenly, he screeched to a stop freezing in mid air. “What the…” He raced to the surface of the plains, landing softly in front of a pile of twisted stone and metal. 

The God of Chaos stood in silence, staring at the remains. “You stupid bastard. Never could run could you.” He searched about, looking for a trace  whoever killed Kyre. It’d have to be someone powerful. “Logos? No. He wouldn’t have done it so subtly. Everyone else is either on Kyre’s side, dead, or been gone for years.  Who could have done this..?” He suddenly paused, tilting his head. “Who...Zephy? When did you come back? Why did you kill Kyre? And why didn’t you visit me?”

He began gathering the bits and pieces of stone and metal, separating Kyre’s remains from the remains of his sword. He hummed idly to himself until they were perfectly separated. Securing the piles in individual orbs of chaos, Vestec giggled. “Time to take them to their rightful owners!”

When Vestec landed at the Hilt, there was minor panic. Aeramen and his followers were not pleased to see the God of Chaos, one of their sworn enemies, landing in their home. They launched attacks almost as soon as he arrived. Vestec himself merely ignored them, dropping the remnants of Kyre’s sword onto the ground and looked around. “This place has really fallen, hasn’t it?” He mused to himself, smacking a Djinni away as it tried to hit him. 

“Well, I’m sure all it needs is a bit of kick.” He caught a Djinni and lifted him up, staring at the metal elemental. “A bit of a spark, you know?” The djinni spewed insults. “Yeah. You know.” Vestec threw him too the side, gathering some divine spark. With a small gesture, he forced the spark into Kyre’s holy site.

With a creaking that gradually turned into a dull roar, the Hilt sprang to life. Divine energy surged through it, illuminating it with power it hadn’t felt in a long time. It began to shake, moss and other growths falling off as it awoke. As the Hilt was surging with power, he began directing some of it. He diverted some into the shattered remains of Kyre’s sword, instantly reforging the blade and filling it with power, and more into Aeramen and his followers. They froze in place as the power flooded into them.

As everything began to settle down, the Hilt’s roaring quieting to a gentle hum, Vestec pointed at Aeramen. “Congratulations. You’re the leader of the Knight Protectors. The sword is yours, Kyre is dead, your job is to protect the world in his stead. Toodles!” While Aeramen and the others started at him in shock, Vestec left in a flash of light.

Vestec found Mallet in the Realm of Madness. She was, unsurprisingly, dissecting one demon while talking to herself. “Demons have widely different flesh from mortals, and even each other. Takes a lot of time to figure out of how to properly manipulate it.” She ripped off another limb, putting it to the side.  “I’ll get it soon enough though, don’t worry.” She looked up as Vestec landed next to her, waving cheerfully at him. “Hullo Ves. What brings you?”

Vestec giggled, clapping his hands delightedly. “I’m here to take you to Hemrick so you can rule the Changing Plains with him!” Mallet looked up at him blankly for a moment. “No.” Vestec giggled. “I’m not giving you a choice. You’re going to go meet Hemrick and take over the Changing Plains, fight against Lifprasil, and besides you’ll be ecstatic when you see what I got for you!”

Mallet looked more alarmed as his sentence went on. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, no. I am not fighting against your land grabby kid and working with a mad ashling who wants to bring the Changing Plains to the heel.”

“Not giving a chooooooice” Vestec sang.

Mallet began to back up. Vestec kept pace, giggling to himself. “No, no. No. Fu-” She began, Vestec waved a hand. Suddenly they were in a dark encampment. An ashling looked up from where he was sitting, raising an eyebrow. It was clear he used to be a Lifprasilian before his infection, tall and proud. “-ck you!” Mallet exclaimed, still back pedalling. She came to a stop, looking around in confusion, before sighing. “You damn it.” 

Hemrick looked at her. “This is who you promised me? She seems...unsuitable.” Vestec waved a hand. “No, no. She’s better than your tactics and she’ll be right as rain once she sees two things I’ve gotten her.” He ignored her as she began making more noises of protest, conjuring the orb and dropping it in front of her. It disappeared, leaving the stone skin of Kyre on the ground. She looked at the pile suspiciously. “What is that.” 

“The flesh of a god.” Vestec said casually, focusing his divine power.  Mallet stared at him for a moment. “Er..what?” The Chaos god created a massive hammer in his hands. “Here you go Mallet. A Huge Fucking Hammer.” He tossed it towards her. “Also Metera should make a contact with  you soon enough, giving you the resources to make the Plains an actual threat. Mallet here will give you things to fight against Lifprasil’s super soldiers.” He waved cheerfully. “Buh-bye!”

Mallet, holding her Hammer, looked at Hemrick. “So...how’s it going.” He didn’t reply.

A Dance of Chaos and Destruction

Vestec walked through the shattered halls of the Citadel, following the essence of Zephyrion. Something had changed the God of Change (he giggled at that thought), and not for the better. Zephyrion had been rash and easily angered, but he hadn’t been malicious and he certainly hadn’t been prone to destroying his own things. Much less murdering his siblings. Nonetheless, Vestec skipped through the ruined halls, searching for the Lord of Storms. 

He found him in the ruined throne room. “Zephy! Forgive me if I’m wrong, but killing your siblings and destroying your own Citadel doesn’t seem very intelligent to do. At best you’ve made yourself a pariah, and at worst you’ve roused the ire of the rest of the pantheon. Kyre was annoying, but certainly not murder worthy-annoying. Why’d you do it, brother dear?” Vestec spread his hands wide, gesturing. “Why’d you do this?”

Vestec’s empty words still echoed in the spacious chamber for all the cracks and holes that it had suffered. They fell upon the darkness at rest in the center of the room, but failed to echo back or so much as even rouse it. The shadowy apparition waited patiently with deathly still as the one that dared invade its presence prattled on. And then it remained silent. It was comfortable with silence.

It was everything that Zephyrion was not, and yet Vestec still looked into the shadow and thought that he saw the silhouette of a brother. After an eternity had passed, Xos deigned to answer and end all such illusions, “Kyre was no brother to me, and neither are you.”

“How rude.” Vestec giggled. Xos spoke over him, the quiet din of his low speech somehow drowning out Vestec’s useless and exuberant banter.

”It is time for a new order: destruction. CHAOS. And you, the so-called lord of chaos, are clearly unworthy to be the one that heralds the glorious machinations to come.”

Vestec tilted his head at the figure on the throne. “Zephy, or whatever you call yourself, you don’t seem to understand how chaos works.  You see, it’s a living thing. An extremely reactive, living thing.” Vestec created a small orb of chaos energy. It swirled, pulsating with colors, as if pushed on all sides. “You need to have a balance. Too much destruction, as you so cheerily declared,” He pushed from the right until the energy stopped swirling and hung in the air lifeless, “and all you’ve done is create a new order. Then you have to turn right around and start creating things, fighting against the unending destruction, to actually have chaos in the world again.” Vestec’s head tilted to the other side, perplexed.

 “I expected this from the others. Or at least, the opposite side.  They look at chaos and just see evil, doing whatever it pleases whenever it pleases. I didn’t expect you to go so radically against them, and start babbling about how you must bring total chaos to the world. Balance, brother. It’s all about balance.”

”Order is a glass facade of emptiness and shackles, meant to choke will and life that the so-called ‘gods’ that espouse the lie can control all things about them.

Balance is deceit; the denial of Chaos’ glorious and deserved reign. There is no compromise.

The world is mere kindling, the Universe a crucible, and I am the embers upon the wind. Everything will burn and be remade to my will: then Chaos will reign, like a firestorm from the heavens.

Discord shall purge doubt; for what does not consume the fire, fire consumeth. Embrace Chaos!”

“How can one embrace what one already i-” Vestec began, giggling.
From within the depths of the insidious void a black Pearl was stoked to life and made to unleash a devastating torrent of power, but Vestec never saw the Primordial Spark. The wave of destructive magic that erupted from Xos washed over Vestec and swept through the room, devouring all light and instantly obliterating all that it touched. In the heart of the storm was Vestec himself, drowning in Xos’ corruptive energy. There was an irony in his conundrum: if he consumed the fire, Xos’ touch would find its way into his heart and the lord of corruption would himself be corrupted. But if he fought back, even with all his divine strength, the fire would leave its burns.

Vestec screamed in pain and fury at the sudden attack, darting backwards. It swirled around him, burning, tearing, ripping at his very essence.  His colors flashed a dark red, and he disappeared in a flash. As the Spark receded, the God of Chaos reappeared, stumbling slightly. “That, was rude. Very. Impudent.” Claws formed on his hands as he walked towards Xos, stumbling. “I’m going to break you.” 

”Revel in fury. Chaos will reforge you.”

Xos manifested into a more corporeal form and surged towards Vestec. Tendrils of darkness erupted from the empty sleeves of his otherworldly robe as Xos began to strike with a dizzying and relentless flurry of blows. The God of Chaos’ own claws lashed out in defense, shaking the ruins. The two gods thrashed about the ruined palace, the Shade quickly gaining the upper hand. When at last a solid blow landed, Vestec was knocked through a crumbling wall and beaten down.

An orb of pulsating light appeared in Vestec’s hand. The God of Chaos hurled it at his assailant, and when it struck there was an explosion of vibrant, chaotic flames. A howl echoed out from within Xos’ helmet as the fire burned its way through his armor and robes, but even as he screamed there were wafts of inky black essence that bled out from the gaps rendered into his vestment. Fire, air, and even the stone of the palace itself seemed to simply dissolve into nothingness as Xos’ withering aura touched them.

It took only a moment for the aura to choke out even Vestec’s magical fire, and then there was Xos: enraged, but seemingly unharmed.

His hateful roar was like thunder. ”I AM YOUR ABYSS!”

Before his prey could scurry away, Xos tore off his helmet and cast it away. In one leap he landed atop Vestec, and even the god howled in pain as Xos bared his uncovered visage. The screams grew louder as Xos began to cannibalize him. He thrashed and scrabbled as his left arm was torn free and eaten, agony raging through his body. More and more of Vestec’s divine flesh was consumed, devoured by Xos.

In a last bid at escape, Vestec ignited his own body in a wreathe of pulsating fire and singed his assailant. Xos jerked back from the magical fire, releasing his grasp. Vestec was gone in a flash, leaving nothing behind but multicolored blood and destruction.

Vestec crash landed in the Realm of Madness, blood pouring from his left side. He chuckled, blood, spewing as he did so. “Bastard.” He reached out telepathically, searching for Teknall.

Teknall. I need your help. Give me access to your workshop? I know you have one, and I need to meet you there. I promise not to break anything. 

Please…

-Vestec finds Kyre’s remains, muses to himself, and then separates the sword from the stoney flesh to give to two separate people. 

-He takes the sword to the Hilt, and reactivates the Holy Site. While it’s activating, he diverts power to the sword, reforging it, and connecting the energy directly to the sword.. He diverts more power to Aeramen and his followers, creating a holy order. He makes Aeramen the leader and flies off. (No might points spent, all might points spent directly on remaking the sword, connecting the might point gain from the hilt to the sword of Kyre, and forming the Order are taken from Kyre’s might pot)

-He takes the flesh of Kyre and Big Fucking Mallet and drops them both on Hemrick’s hands. He tells them both that Chiral Phi is going to make contact soon and help them take over the Plains and build an actual Empire. He gives Big Fucking Mallet a Huge Fucking Hammer. (-1 might point to create the Huge Fucking Hammer)

-Vestec goes to confront Xos (whom he thinks is still Zephyrion). They chat for a bit, then Xos attacks him. Vestec manages to escape, crash landing in the Realm of Madness. Blood pouring from his wounds. He reaches out telepathically too Teknall, asking for access to his workshop and help.

Sansar, Yarosmere

The King looked at Darius, smiling slightly. "It came about very simply, Darius. The people were tired of being pinned beneath a caste system that afforded luxuries to those on the top and gave nothing to those on the bottom. The people were tired of monsters being allowed to live in our lands. The people were tired of uncaring gods ignoring their pleas and letting the injustices continue. The tinder was all there. I just provided the spark that burned the rotted corpse of the old Yarosmere to ash. The Sand God protects all of his children, unlike the so-called Gods that are worshipped across Tiien. There are a few elements that cling to the old ways, but on the whole Yarosmere is better off." He merely tilted his head at E'nasha. "Personal indeed. Before I became the Prophet, and eventually The King, I was A'dul. Born in a small, starving, village farther towards the cost."

The King's eyes suddenly took a far away look, and his lips began moving silently as if he was talking to himself. Aramir began to feel uneasy, shifting her seat backwards. The King began to be more animated, energetic in his quiet muttering. He appeared to be arguing silently with someone, before his shoulders slumped. He looked at them with steely resignation in his eyes, the air of someone about to do something they had too. "Grab your stone." Aramir muttered to whoever could hear her. She really didn't like this.

"As much as I would enjoy continuing this conversation, the God has spoken to me." Aramir shifted her seat back even farther. "Grab your stone." She repeated, louder. The King stood, making a proclamation. "The College is no longer welcome in Yarosmere. You will be killed on sight, and I see and control everything in this country." "Grab the stone!" Aramir shot to her feet as the King lifted his hand. Rather than ordering the guards to kill them, however, he merely lightly gestured. Everyone in the room, excluding the College students and Yolin, froze in place. "You will be killed if you try to challenge me." Everyone drew a knife or similarly bladed object, putting them to their necks. "Someone activate their stone!" Aramir cried out, drawing her bow, as Mar hissed at the King, fangs bared. 

The King's face twisted with hatred, quickly mastered. "You brought a monster in my presence, cleverly hidden. I see now, why the God warned me of you. If you return, you will die. And you will die by your own hands." He dropped his arm down in a chopping motion, and everyone obeyed, slicing their throats in perfect unison. Yolin idly stepped back, avoiding a spray, even as he began to move towards Mar. He stopped as Aramir's bow was trained on him. "For the love of the gods, someone use their stone!"

The King's eyes were cold and merciless. "Flee. I will not give you this chance again."

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