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Now the Just and Mage must select their champions.
Perhaps the Mistress of Shadows can partake too?
Perhaps the Mistress of Shadows can partake too?
hrm what happens now then gm?
The plot device thickens.
Alright, so The Valkyries are supposed to find the champions and bring them inside the temple to be received as Champions of the gods. Alternatively the Valkyries can bring them to face the undead and Darko.
That being said, X at this point is revealing plot hints so...
Alright, so The Valkyries are supposed to find the champions and bring them inside the temple to be received as Champions of the gods. Alternatively the Valkyries can bring them to face the undead and Darko.
That being said, X at this point is revealing plot hints so...
Bones of Martyr ground to fine dust,
In perfect geometry of circles and triangles laid,
Marked in the circle within circles,
as the fire burned the incense sweet,
And the brazier burnt the scroll.
The Volume of Exalted Paragons detailed how to summon them, the servitors of the good gods, as the sacred book was Kept in the Grand Temple of the White Moths. It was a relic of X, their patron god, whom they devote their order to his philosophy. They keep the secrets of the world, tucked away upon shelves as the organization collects them for safekeeping. Thus they are keepers of dangerous knowledge, and as such must develop means to defend themselves from would be seekers of knowledge. One such was granted by the Volume of Exalted Paragons, discovered inside the Temple before it was built, yet it seemed it that the temple was always there. Quite a secret as to who placed the Forbidden Book there, certainly not X.
Called in by the mystic conjuration, a host of Valkyries of Jimunu the Law-Father would be drawn down from the heavens, called into the magic circles as they were called to earth. They appeared with wings outstretched their radiant skin like alabaster, armed with sword and armor, swift justice upon the unworthy.
"Oh servants of the Law-Father, we of the White Moth beseech upon you to judge those worthy to enter our Inner Sanctum. Do away with those unworthy and disperse them from our grounds. Divine to us the will of the Gods, mark their champions chosen as the Prophecy foretells!"
---
But they only knew half the prophecy.
For X had only let Half be known.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die.
The Return of the dark Gods did mark for the cataclysm which champions were needed, yet it was not the Dark Gods which would be the bringer of the end. No, these dark Gods would become the saviors of humanity, but they did not know it yet. No one knew it yet, not the humans, not the lights gods, not the them, and certainly not the one to return.
"Meeod, Saint of The Faithless. Stirred from your Dreams of Paradise, a Tainted Soul lost but bitter. Do you belong here?" Not even the gods could conceal anything from X, for he saw all, and as Darko pointed out, heard all, but more importantly Knew all. The secret feelings and desires, motivations if one will were not unknown to X, even the goddess of shadows could try her hardest to hide away a mortal in the darkest of her darkness such that no light could ever reveal him, but since the universe he existed, so too could X gaze past the abyss. For Truth cuts like a sharp blade, penetrating and piercing before the coup-de-grace.
"A war is coming. Where do you stand? By your Souls or your Souls, by their Gods?" The others would hear this conversation not, for X had kept it a secret between the Souls and Secrets. Even as they stood in the assembly of the other gods, only Meeod would even know X was speaking to her as he floated about untethered to the realm. "Oblivion Comes at a Price."
In perfect geometry of circles and triangles laid,
Marked in the circle within circles,
as the fire burned the incense sweet,
And the brazier burnt the scroll.
The Volume of Exalted Paragons detailed how to summon them, the servitors of the good gods, as the sacred book was Kept in the Grand Temple of the White Moths. It was a relic of X, their patron god, whom they devote their order to his philosophy. They keep the secrets of the world, tucked away upon shelves as the organization collects them for safekeeping. Thus they are keepers of dangerous knowledge, and as such must develop means to defend themselves from would be seekers of knowledge. One such was granted by the Volume of Exalted Paragons, discovered inside the Temple before it was built, yet it seemed it that the temple was always there. Quite a secret as to who placed the Forbidden Book there, certainly not X.
Called in by the mystic conjuration, a host of Valkyries of Jimunu the Law-Father would be drawn down from the heavens, called into the magic circles as they were called to earth. They appeared with wings outstretched their radiant skin like alabaster, armed with sword and armor, swift justice upon the unworthy.
"Oh servants of the Law-Father, we of the White Moth beseech upon you to judge those worthy to enter our Inner Sanctum. Do away with those unworthy and disperse them from our grounds. Divine to us the will of the Gods, mark their champions chosen as the Prophecy foretells!"
---
But they only knew half the prophecy.
For X had only let Half be known.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die.
The Return of the dark Gods did mark for the cataclysm which champions were needed, yet it was not the Dark Gods which would be the bringer of the end. No, these dark Gods would become the saviors of humanity, but they did not know it yet. No one knew it yet, not the humans, not the lights gods, not the them, and certainly not the one to return.
"Meeod, Saint of The Faithless. Stirred from your Dreams of Paradise, a Tainted Soul lost but bitter. Do you belong here?" Not even the gods could conceal anything from X, for he saw all, and as Darko pointed out, heard all, but more importantly Knew all. The secret feelings and desires, motivations if one will were not unknown to X, even the goddess of shadows could try her hardest to hide away a mortal in the darkest of her darkness such that no light could ever reveal him, but since the universe he existed, so too could X gaze past the abyss. For Truth cuts like a sharp blade, penetrating and piercing before the coup-de-grace.
"A war is coming. Where do you stand? By your Souls or your Souls, by their Gods?" The others would hear this conversation not, for X had kept it a secret between the Souls and Secrets. Even as they stood in the assembly of the other gods, only Meeod would even know X was speaking to her as he floated about untethered to the realm. "Oblivion Comes at a Price."
pokemon person has returned :D!
I'll post "humans" post after Darko comments, the moths will flutter away revealing the underworld once touched.
The White Moth Order will use one of the Forbidden books to summon a host of Valkyries and have them judge who is worthy of entering the temple by invoking the gods to mark their champions through the law father's servitors.
X will also speak in private council with the goddess of souls, no need for a separate room though, as she will be the only one capable of hearing him speak.
and the other two gods can draw their attention to the destruction as a taste of things to come for their champs.
The White Moth Order will use one of the Forbidden books to summon a host of Valkyries and have them judge who is worthy of entering the temple by invoking the gods to mark their champions through the law father's servitors.
X will also speak in private council with the goddess of souls, no need for a separate room though, as she will be the only one capable of hearing him speak.
and the other two gods can draw their attention to the destruction as a taste of things to come for their champs.
I'd had Bedivere throw in his two cents.
Although he must recover as daylights and he wanna go home.
Although he must recover as daylights and he wanna go home.
An ant comes here and dares to challenge them?
If a spider perhaps he'd give the ant more respect,
but this was ant challenging a god.
What could the ant possibly do?
"Spare us the theatrics." Bedivere glared at Martin, his patience was thin, though his hairline was not. Despite his appearance, he looked good for age, and old he was. Not as old as the elders here, and most definitely not as old as Old Gabe. But, still he had years behind him and knew how best to deal with mortals. They took not too keenly to the blade, never did, never will. For of course they are mortal and fear their death, a meaningless end to a meaningless life. "I have seen better dealings in a Marlowe production. You play where gods dare thread."
"Mithias Dear boy, we are at war with the mortals, and I do hope your unwavering allegiance stays with me. As such, I brand this mortal to be made a prisoner of war. His plea for his life entails the release of your gift to me, a treasured gift cannot part with. Thus perhaps it is best that you handle this petulant mongrel." A devilish smile danced across his pale lips, the elder vampire's fangs sharp as his poisoned wit. He turned back to Martin with a calm and casual glance, establishing his superiority over the human. "You were already dead Mortal, the moment you set foot here. Your blood belongs to us, not your body, and as it is said may the dead bury the dead."
"Did you believe that your dangled worm would be sufficient enough to trade for your life? No vampire here is adversely affected by the sun as much as I. And I myself am a collector of artifacts, as such did it not come to you that I had already considered this option? Well it would work not, and thus useless for my line. Now then beside keeping my floor free of you debris, you have nothing to offer me. Mystery and secrets are best left to the masters of the shadows, not humans playing god. your time in my good grace is up."
"I leave his fate to you My boy, I trust you will act accordingly as my blood brother. Although try not to get the floors too damaged in the process, restoration of this castle was nearly impossible to do the first time. Has quite the reputation you know. Lady Mo, due to my lineages, should you require anything from my resources in my absence during the daylight hours, I have given my agents the command of recognizing Lord Varomere as my protégé. I trust you both to lead us to a deceive victory, as I am far too old for this... But aren't we all? All other immortals in company I bid you a good morning. The cock has crowed."
Stepping a reflection pool he had specifically installed for a quick means of transport, Bedivere left behind the scene, it was time for him to rest and regain his powers for the fight to come. War was coming. And Contagion with Martin's life was left in very capable hands.
If a spider perhaps he'd give the ant more respect,
but this was ant challenging a god.
What could the ant possibly do?
"Spare us the theatrics." Bedivere glared at Martin, his patience was thin, though his hairline was not. Despite his appearance, he looked good for age, and old he was. Not as old as the elders here, and most definitely not as old as Old Gabe. But, still he had years behind him and knew how best to deal with mortals. They took not too keenly to the blade, never did, never will. For of course they are mortal and fear their death, a meaningless end to a meaningless life. "I have seen better dealings in a Marlowe production. You play where gods dare thread."
"Mithias Dear boy, we are at war with the mortals, and I do hope your unwavering allegiance stays with me. As such, I brand this mortal to be made a prisoner of war. His plea for his life entails the release of your gift to me, a treasured gift cannot part with. Thus perhaps it is best that you handle this petulant mongrel." A devilish smile danced across his pale lips, the elder vampire's fangs sharp as his poisoned wit. He turned back to Martin with a calm and casual glance, establishing his superiority over the human. "You were already dead Mortal, the moment you set foot here. Your blood belongs to us, not your body, and as it is said may the dead bury the dead."
"Did you believe that your dangled worm would be sufficient enough to trade for your life? No vampire here is adversely affected by the sun as much as I. And I myself am a collector of artifacts, as such did it not come to you that I had already considered this option? Well it would work not, and thus useless for my line. Now then beside keeping my floor free of you debris, you have nothing to offer me. Mystery and secrets are best left to the masters of the shadows, not humans playing god. your time in my good grace is up."
"I leave his fate to you My boy, I trust you will act accordingly as my blood brother. Although try not to get the floors too damaged in the process, restoration of this castle was nearly impossible to do the first time. Has quite the reputation you know. Lady Mo, due to my lineages, should you require anything from my resources in my absence during the daylight hours, I have given my agents the command of recognizing Lord Varomere as my protégé. I trust you both to lead us to a deceive victory, as I am far too old for this... But aren't we all? All other immortals in company I bid you a good morning. The cock has crowed."
Stepping a reflection pool he had specifically installed for a quick means of transport, Bedivere left behind the scene, it was time for him to rest and regain his powers for the fight to come. War was coming. And Contagion with Martin's life was left in very capable hands.
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