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With Celeste squirming and thrashing on Cewris back, the quartet made it out of the flaming cabin into the darkness of the night. A flight of arrows was immedietly loosened at them from the treeline only a short run away, flitting down among them randomly. The voices by the trees were more distinct now, and indisputably goblin. It looked like it might be a dozen of them, or more. On Cewris back, Celeste heaved again, blood running out of her nose and the gaps in the improvised gag.

Cradle of the Gods [Full--for now!]

I hate living in different timezones. I had no way of responding to this as I was asleep at the time :/ Oh well, have a great game!

The Heroes

No sweat, focus on your finals. One post every two days or so is all that is required.

Cradle of the Gods

Color me interested!

Here's my contribution:

Name: Wold

Domain: Battle, duels, fights, violence, war

Personality: Wold has a dual nature. On one hand it is patient, cunning and calculating. On the other it is impulsive, wild and relentless. Its one constant is destruction through force.

Appearance: Wold has many names and faces. It is the soldier on the battlefield, the thug on the street, the captain of a ship or even the drunkard in a barbrawl. The one thing it always is, is violent.

Symbols: Common symbols of Wold are the clenched fist, the sword (or any other weapon for that matter) and the color red.

Trivia: Wold has been around for a very long time. It is highly possible that other Gods have encountered it before, either in collaboration or rivalry. Wold has never been on any side of a conflict, and is not interested in winning or losing. Violence in itself has meaning to Wold, righteous or not.

The Heroes

Old tricks for old dogs! Celeste screamed in Oryx's face, But it won't do you any good here!

A strange symbol started glowing red hot on the side of her neck. Shrieking madly, the woman started convulsing and spewed blood all over Cewri and anyone else struggling to hold her down. Outside, faint shouts from shrill voices echoed over the plateau, sounding like goblin to the trained ear. Several more arrows struck the cabin roof, a few finding their way inside through the open window. Smoke had started filling the room making it hard to see and breathe. The situation was getting desperate.

The Heroes

The chair hit home with a crash and the sickening snapping of broken bones, and launched Celeste into a nearby wall. She screamed as she tried to get up, like if it was hard and hurt really bad, but her body moved without hindrance. The half-giant pounced her, trying to grapple her, and an intense struggle ensued. Cewri had the advantage of his size and bulk, but Celeste bit, scratched, hit and kneed at him relentlessly seemingly without getting tired. Every move made her broken bones pop and crack, and Cewri could see the excruciating pain reflected on her face. The others naturally moved to help their friends, but were distracted. Several loud thumps were heard from the roof outside, and soon after - the crackle of fire! A stray arrow flitted through the window and struck the floor inside, the burning piece of oilcloth tied to it instantly setting the dry wooden floorboards on fire. Someone was shooting at them from outside!

The Heroes

As if on cue, the sound of approaching footsteps reached the party at the cabin. Or rather, staggering footsteps. A lone figure dislosged itself from the shade beneath some pines and came hobbling towards the cabin. The occational clink and clank of steel revealed that the person was armored, and the pale light of the moon reflected off of a sword being dragged in the dirt behind the figure. As it came closer, signs of struggle or battle became apparent; the sword was stained with a splatter of dark red, and blood was dripping from the tangled mess that was the figures head. It stopped a good few feet away from the party, slowly swaying this way and that, before finally raising its gaze. There was no mistake, it was Celeste. And by the looks of it, she had recently been fighting. Hard. Her left hand hung limp and useless at her side. The only part of her with any kind of vigour left was her right hand, clenched so tight around the hilt of her sword that her knuckles were white.

As one of the heroes tried to move against her, she hissed audibly and added, whispered through gritted teeth, S-stay away! I... I don't... I can't...

A violent spasm went through her body and she shrieked with pain. Her head snapped forcefully backwards, and then to the side. From there her gaze was once again turned against the heroes, giving them a sideways glance. There was something off-putting about that glance. She was also smiling cruelly, as if she knew a secret the people in front of her didn't and she was mocking them for it. She spoke once more, this time with a calm, steady voice.

Ok boys. Let's see what this bitch goes for.

Without any warning Celeste lunged forward, no more staggering but seemingly in perfect health, and swung her sword at the one closest to her!

The Heroes

Good ideas all :)

Looking great so far, I'm thoroughly enjoying myself reading your posts! We'll give it an IRL day more of feasting before... moving on, so to speak ;)

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No sweat, it was easily fixed :)

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@ArenaSnow Great first post! Just one minor hiccup: it's not Celeste approaching the cabin, it's one of the other guys.