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After The End, A Tale of Rebirth (Based off the Ck2 Mod)

Welcome to After The End, a RP based off the Crusader Kings 2 Mod

@PolishKing

I'm torn between a Cetic in California, and Consumerist somewhere else. Probably going to go Cetic, with as much land as you will allow, but the Consumerists have to be a thing. They're too beautiful not to be.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

I was the last person to post, so I can't exactly go again...

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

no posts today?

@dragonmancer

Excuse me?

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

Therelon stepped out into madness. The guards of the Pit were being torn apart by the freed Children of Aton. The air was filled with the sounds of fear and death, and the smells of blood and urine. There was a scream behind it. It turned its head to find one of the Pit guards charging it, sword raised. Normally, Therelon would deal with its assailant with magic, but being both laden with the corpse of its Devoted, and channeling all of its magic into physical power to carry that burden, Therelon was unable to do so.

So instead, it brought one of its taloned feet to bear against the warrior's head. It collided with his helmet with what, if the air was clear of noise, would have been a resounding hit.

What.

Therelon had used such a maneuver in the days before the Pit. The magic-born strength of the blow and the sharpness of its talons had been enough to tear through any metal forged by mortal hands. But now it had failed to do so.

The Pit Guard fell to the ground, unconscious. Therelon returned its foot to the ground.

I knew I felt weaker, but I had thought it accounted for by powering the Pit for so long, but that wouldn't appear to be the case.

Another warrior charged Therelon. Therelon kicked him as well, this time in the gap between helmet and cuirass, tearing a gash in his throat. He fell to the floor

Having constructed the Pit, I know for a fact that there was no aspect of it that would siphon power to anyone else, and Eyra lacked the skill to alter the enchantment without causing it to collapse. The most probabl—

Yet again, Therelon was charged. This time by a woman. Therelon dispatched her all the same.

This is not a suitable place for deduction.

The stone above Therelon groaned. It had only a moment to see that its Sister had struck at the roof before it began to bear down on him. This was not an assailant Therelon could effectively kick.

Therelon was in the air in an instant. It released, for the first time, the Devoted it carried, trusting in momentum to keep it aloft. Therelon's power was drawn out of its muscles, out of its ligaments and tendons, and brought to bear on the falling stone. With a mighty flap of its great wings, Therelon sent raw force hurtling against the roof, blasting it apart enough that it could fit through.

Therelon circled around under the Devoted, and, magic surging once more through its body, ascended through the opening that it had created.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

Therelon looked the Kilgarrah. "Whatever Eyra has done with the world in our absence, my Tower still stands." It knew this to be true—even though it was much too far away to feel the Tower's magic, ancient and mighty, there was no way it could not be standing. Eyra at her strongest could not tear it down, the desert would not touch it, and whatever fool mortals dared to try would find that the Tower was a unwelcoming to such intrusions.

Its eyes fell once again to the human before it. The dead Devoted. Kilgarrah is right. He shall have a place of honor amongst his forebears. It did not share Wu-Dan's conviction in the Pit, though it was too loathe to agree with Zhystkrexas on any matter to say as much. Perhaps Binding was not wholly folly, but the Pit was lost. The enchantment was broken, and could not be remade in pitched battle—least of all now.

Therelon cradled the dead, and, magic coursing through its every muscle and tendon, stood. Magic alone would not be enough to leave from here. Its own designs had made sure enough of that—and while the ripples of the Binding's destruction spelled doom for that enchantment, it was simpler, and so far more stable. But that working did not draw its power to Therelon, and so it mattered only insofar as its departure was impeded.

And so I must walk.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

@dragonmancer
Ah, got it. Don't mind me then.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

@dragonmancer
Not a guard thing, but something I noticed: Koyati isn't a name, it's an ethnicity, since his family is from Koyatia (where the Tower is). I think his name was Nixus.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

Therelon's attention was drawn out from his mind as the door to their chamber opened. It is too early for the changing of the guard.. Yet, it was guard who emerged from the great doors of the Chamber of the Gods. One of whom had clearly never been there before. It was a show Therelon had seen played out, and one it did not care to see again.

But then the "guard's" gaze fell upon it. The guard's gaze grazed Therelon's, and it knew. After all this time, I had not dared to hope.

The man ran for the circle they formed. By the time he crashed into the pool of blood, the guard's around I Nd the room had begun to stir into action. Hurry child. Be swift and set us free.

Had it its freedom an instant sooner, the room would have echoed with a raven's cackle when it's Devoted's crimson blood broke the surface of the pool. Had it its freedom an instant sooner, it would have taken its Devoted into its arms and flown out of this wretched hole. Had it its freedom an instant sooner...

But it hadn't. And now it Devoted, faithful after a thousand years of silence from their master lay dead. Therelon's eyes widened in rage, it's first movement in a millennia.

And then the Pit collapsed.

Not the physical place, but the enchantment. The desecration of the pool had disrupted the magic that had held the Children if Aton in their prisons. It was an enchantment powerful enough to last through centuries, but it was fragile. This simple act was enough to rend holes in the most massive, most complex spell Therelon's had ever made.

In spite of its Devoted's death, it was pleasing to Therelon.

But it did not have much time to be pleased. The enchantment of the Pit was collapsing. And it the center of the spell was its creator, Therelon. It was disorienting, to be hit with that much magic at once, but Therelon weathered it. By the time it's sense were returned to it, it found Kilgarrah kneeling by its Devoted, closing its eyes. Therelon, too, was soon at the metal's side. It's gaze slowly drinking in the body.

"Thank you, Brother." Therelon's voice was low, just barely above a whisper. It took the Fallen Devoted's had in one of its taloned hands. "They would be here for this. The Pit alone kept us, and would have continued to keep us. Their purpose can only be to keep other mortals out."

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

Ah, I was wondering if you'd let him live. Not a surprising outcome, but a shame nonetheless.

Children of Aton - Demigod RP [Recruiting!]

@Dawnscroll
Sounds good to me, friend.