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The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

An orb desired by the Illuminator? How coincidental, she had just spoken to him.

Without knowing anything else about the situation, Nobunaga's immediate conclusion was an obvious one: Lazhira was absolutely correct in her judgement. Giving the reckless god anything he desired would only allow him greater hold on this place. As such, rejection of such a bargain wholeheartedly was the only way forward.

She would not permit anything to interfere with her plan.

Brushing her gleaming black hair back with one hand, her response was an obvious one, at least to her.

"Well, we cannot allow him to have it, then," Nobunaga asserted. If he desired it, obtaining it would not mean anything good. Therefore it was only reasonable not to permit anything of the sort.

However, the matter of the meeting with the Kyrinth was by far the most important one at the moment.

"But that discussion can wait until later. For the moment, we have business to attend to, do we not?

@Crimson Paladin@Rune_Alchemist

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

The girl's fever was, at least on first inspection, rather serious. Her body was burning up, and she felt clammy. She must have been sweating a lot. Further inspection would reveal that her heart was beating quite fast, and though she was unsconcious her body was trembling slightly, and her breathing sounding somewhat labored.

It seemed as if an illness had taken her. Whether this was a natural affliction or somehow related to their revival was difficult to discern. Given the room she was discovered in, however, made the latter rather more likely.

Still, it seemed as if it would require more effort then attempting to shake her awake in order to revive her, and more to address her current condition.

This, however, was not the only matter of immediate concern.

Above, beyond the stairway, even gods who were not attuned to detecting mortal lives would be able to hear heated voices, and then a loud bang. As if something had slammed into a door with considerable force.
And any listening with care would overhear a man's voice.

"Get that door open immediately, we will secure the priestess!"

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@1Charak2@Raineh Daze@Renny@Martian

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

"Dame Tyaethe?" Fanilly questioned, tilting her head. Just why did she think the shard was already gone? What had changed? Was there any reason to suspect as much? There were so many moving parts to this situation. From the dead soldiers, the two bands of mercenaries, their mysterious employers, it was all adding up to just about nothing. Just where could this shard have gone?

"... If it truly is gone, then we shall have to find it as swiftly as possible," the petite knight-captain said, after a pause, "If only we had any idea of where to begin."

It was frustrating. Such a dangerous relic, and yet it was seemingly lost with no way to track it? They could not simply give up. They had to at the very least extract a lead from the fortress. All these soldiers had died in vain, she could not simply let it end here. For their sake. For Thaln's sake.

"... Not here? How can you tell?" the incredulous Alette asked, "That would explain why we couldn't find it, but what makes you think it's gone?!"

"Perhaps a sign from one of the goddesses?" mused Bors, one massive hand placed to his chin.

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"Mmmm... this man..." Abigail leaned close to the corpse in the doorway, examining the wounds closely, "... He was struck unawares. My my, neater then the captain~"

She pressed a finger lightly to each wound in turn, cocking her head to one side as she did.

"Swift and concise, practically in a single motion. He didn't see it coming, and yet it was from the front?" She commented, "Curious~ The killer was perhaps someone he knew then? Hmmm..."

If the body was examined further, another note would be discovered on it.

The Silver Stone

The Silver Stone was the oldest shrine to Mayon in the entire country of Thaln, located within the Brennan forest, at its edge. Opposite, to the east, was the Golden Stone. It was the oldest shrine to Reon.

Regardless, the note had to have meant something. What was impossible to know, but it was the only clear lead in the entire fort at the moment.

@HereComesTheSnow@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot@Raineh Daze@ghastlyinc@Krayzikk

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

In spite of the commotion around her, the frail-looking white haired girl would remain still. It was easy enough to confirm she was still breathing, and her body twitched faintly as the soft, fluffy tails surrounded her. But whatever illness or other condition had taken her was clearly enough that it was quite difficult to wake from.

Were anyone to do a close inspection of the girl, they would discover she appeared to have a fever, and the very tips of her otherwise white hair were darker.

The chamber itself did not change in any way after the gods stepped off the steel platforms. However, the lines that lead to each were faintly warm, and closer inspection of the inscriptions on the floor would indicate they were glowing ever so faintly. With this knowledge in mind, it would become clear the chamber itself was likely part of whatever returned them to life.

And that the girl was, somehow, involved with that process.

Aside from this, as the deities spoke to one another, there was little change in the room they occupied.

However, for deities attuned to such things, it might have been possible to sense the presence of mortals above, beyond the stairway...

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@1Charak2@Raineh Daze@Renny@Martian

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Hey sorry, probably going to have to delay the update. I was a bit distracted today and now I've got a bit of a headache so I don't think I'll be able to push it out as intended.

Sorry!

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Since nearly everyone already posted, as soon as @Martian posts I'll update.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Update incoming tonight or tomorrow!

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

@Click This: They should all be at least somewhat aware of one another at minimum, having all reigned at the same time.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Stars and silence. An endless, yawning void. A thousand eyes in the dark.

The dreams of a dead god are impossible to fathom, even for the dreamer. But according to some, it can be said that they reflect some form of truth about the world.

Or, perhaps, they are a glimpse of the world beyond.

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Come back to us. Please...

For a few moments, it was dark. And yet they would feel something for the first time in ten thousand years.

It was a strange, cool sensation. As their bodies began to develop more sensation, it would become possible for them to feel something like a liquid enveloping them.

Finally, it would become possible to see again, as the strange fluid sensation drained away and they were exposed to the open air.

It was dark, but not impossible to see. The room they had awakened in way of considerable size, though the ceiling was quite low, shaped like a hexagon. The floor had a large pattern inscribed on it, a set of rings smaller at the center and steadily widening outwards with a series of inscriptions carved between each ring and framed by evenly spaced lines. On closer examination, each line would indeed lead to a steel platform upon which each of them now stood. On the far side of the room there appeared to be a stairway that lead out of the room and upwards.

For a moment, it would be difficult for each of them to remember anything. Even their names would be lost.

But then everything would come flooding back.

They were gods. They had once experienced the worship and adoration of the mortal world. They had once commanded the world itself and those within it.

And then...

Not a single one of them would be able to remember just how they got here. No matter how hard they tried. It was a void in their memory, an event that had completely faded away.

The chamber was rather cool, and while their clothing would be dry their skin and hair would feel slightly damp.

They weren't alone, either.

At the center of the room, where each line intersected, was a girl. She was small, and appeared to be considerably pale as if she was suffering from some sort of illness or other duress. She was also prone, lying unconscious on her side, white hair pooling around her as if she had recently collapsed.

Beyond this, there were no clues to what had just occurred, to what had returned the gods from death.

But there was no denying it.

Ten thousand years had come to an end.

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@1Charak2@Raineh Daze@Renny@Martian

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@1Charak2@Raineh Daze@Renny@Martian: Forgot to mention, but now that we have a full cast I'll be starting the RP either tonight or tomorrow!