Rabidporcupine
Forsythe
Nallore
Izurich
Frettzo
Timemaster
Vec
Alby47
Crimson Flame
Level 4 - MP: 27; FP: 9
Niciel traveled across the lands of Galbar, moving from city to city, from forest to desert to mountain, seeing as much of the world as she could. Certain notable sights were the most vivid in her memory.
The Changing Plains were, for lack of a better word, chaotic. She wondered what went through Vestec's mind when he created this. From what Niciel could gather, though, she highly doubted it was anything good. At any rate, it was quite the sight to behold. She didn't stay for long, though; the very nature of the place gave her an unwelcome feeling.
Gently gliding along on the surface of a ocean of white water, Niciel noted just how odd it seemed compared to the usual clear waters she was familiar with. It was rather peculiar, this.... what was it called again? The Metallic Ocean? No, that didn't seem right to Niciel, though she felt it was awfully close for some reason. She didn't know why; the waters didn't even look like liquid metal. The thought passed quickly, and Niciel went on her way again.
Niciel paid a visit to the Oath of Stilldeath at least once a year, paying her respects for her fallen siblings. She knelt down and put her hands together in prayer as she closed her eyes, allowing the feeling of grief from the Oath to wash over her. This was an unfortunate piece of the Gods' legacy. Such meaningless death, such a shame. Niciel prayed for the Oath to keep its power, hoping that death like this would not happen again. Finally, Niciel left to resume her travels, the aura of grief losing its effect on her as the distance between them extended.
She was especially fond of entering cities and towns, taking on the form of a white dove, watching through its eyes and the various Wisps that were still in them. Mortals were quite something, really. They weren't as long lived as Gods, but they could still do amazing things when they work together. She often toyed with the idea of granting them the same magics the Angels possess. A reward for those pure of hearts. Each time, though, she decided not to. Everyone was already living their daily lives as best they could; there was no need to add further complications to them.
Of course, she was not simply wandering around to sight see. Everywhere she went, she also did her best to keep tabs on her siblings and any potential demigod children, using her Wisps to search everywhere they could. Try as they might, though, her Wisps had a tough time finding the locations of most of her siblings. Perhaps they were in locations that her Wisps could not reach. Regardless of the problem, there were still a few notable places and events.
The Celestial Citadel was on the ground now, but had been rebuilt into a grand and heavily fortified structure. Niciel paid a visit to it in person, walking up to the doorway. Niciel could feel the divine trails left behind by others, including Toun and Vestec. Niciel had no idea what the cause of this was, but hopefully it was not anything unfortunate. If she had to hazard a guess, though, she would say it was definitely something unfortunate. Still, it looked like something good came out of it at least.
Going inside, Niciel turned in a circle as she marveled in the fortress' glory. It was not difficult to tell that Teknall was responsible for this, between Teknall's divine power radiating from the place and the messages left on the walls. Niciel felt that it would be a place that would do well, and hoped that it would go to someone deserving of it. Then she had an idea. Niciel gathered a small amount of energy in her hand, then split it up into three spheres. Within them, she infused the three energies of Holy, Pure, and Protection, creating three Wisps. The Pure would scan for a being's purity, the Holy would drive away the unpure, and the Protection would protect the other two Wisps.
Niciel could sense the enchantment left by Teknall to drive away the unwelcome, and knew her gift was redundant, maybe even unnecessary. Still, perhaps it would help warn and discourage the unworthy before Teknall's fortress was forced to do its job. A mechanical bark sounded, echoing around the chamber, and Niciel turned to see a mechanical creature running towards her, stopping at her feet. Curious, Niciel knelt down and began patting it on its head, to which it responded positively, nuzzling closer towards her hand. Niciel smiled, and gave it one last rub on the head before turning her attention to the Wisps. "Help him," Niciel ordered them, and they flew off to accompany the clockwork dog, circling above it as they waited for the first beings to try to claim ownership of the Citadel. While the dog spun around in a circle to try to follow the Wisps, Niciel bowed to the fortress before leaving, disappearing with a flash of light.
Niciel made her way over to a shoreline to rest. She found that the gentle sound of the waves made for some great relaxation. As she reached a spot to sit down, she noticed something about the place. More specifically, some of the rocks had an unnatural shape to them, and the place looked like a storm went through it. It seemed someone had been here before she did, and judging from the remnants of divine power still lingering in the area, it was someone of divine birth. Perhaps one of her siblings had another demigod child.
The most interesting part to her, though, was the nature of the power. This power was that of Purity, but it was not like Niciel's, the Purity of Light. No, this was... pure Purity. Niciel didn't know what to make of this. Niciel raised a hand, calling upon a few Wisps, and almost immediately, three Wisps flew over to her. Bringing them down, Niciel mentally sent them instructions to stay in the area and keep an eye out, in case the same being would return. While unlikely to happen, there was still a chance, and Niciel would like to meet this being. Who knows, she might find a new friend like she did with Athanasios. At least, she hoped that to be the case. On that note, Niciel knew she would find no relaxation at this shore, and set off to find a new spot.
The journey had to end, eventually, and Niciel finally returned to the Valley of Peace. She wondered how the Angels have grown during her absence...
