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Post by Lord Harrab on May 21, 2014 12:09:45 GMT
Elysium, named by some forgotten mortal scholar in days as equally as lost to memory. it stands made of polished marble-like stone in a place between realities, a hub for the private realms of the Gods and where they meet to discuss the concerns of Gods, Faith, Politics, Steel and Battle.
The Meeting place of the Gods consists of a network of empty corridors and strange rooms. Gods do not need to eat, yet there is a feast hall, empty and cold, nor do they sleep, yet rooms are set aside and furnished to their taste. A library of scrolls sits just to the side of a large circular chamber ringed with portals placed equal distance around and open floor with Podiums of an even darker rock stand proud before them, Their God's True Name Displaced on the front of each, and it is here that they manifest when matters need discussing.
These chambers, passages and rooms are open to the sky, if such a thing could exist here, and everything falls under the gaze of the Master of this realm. Gaia, Mother of all, looms over this little representation of Idea surrounded by Raw Creation. She sits calmly in the distance, eyes closed and hands on her lap, her head tilted slightly and a soft smile on her face as if she is listening to a song only she can hear. No matter where a Visitor to these halls looks she is there, not moving, not close, yet not quite out of sight nor far away to be unnoticeable. A constant presence in the corner of an eye when she is not looming overhead
Her huge eyes never open, but constantly watch the Gods as they bicker and squabble, her expression unchanging and her posture never slipping, as the Gods that walk this place change, whither and die as Seasons do on the world that rotates below like a flickering jewel.
And every God feels that those eyes are focused solely on them, expectant, patient, evaluating.
No-one has dared to ask what she is waiting for.
The Keeper walked the halls, taking the form of a young woman with long flowing red hair and a black robe, that was one of the Rules, all Gods must manifest and maintain a single form while under Gaia's Gaze, mimicking the Mortals below in a frustrating restraint Gaia seemed to enjoy watching. The Keeper knew that as merely Gaia's Messenger, she was technically not bound by those rules, but with her God's Will singing in her mind she could not help but obey them without really thinking about it. In her hands she carried a scroll, a list of names that was mirrored on the podiums, another Pantheon to oversee and enforce the Rules upon. the Rules were important to Gaia and so were enforced dilligently, she didn't seem to care too much about what happened on the World below, so pretty and fragile, but the Rules Burned into the Keeper's eyes like tiny fires. The Gods would Squabble, they would deceive each other, wage bloody and terrible wars in the mortal realm, but here order would reign. They Would keep to one body and each be present when matters were discussed. No sending Messengers in their place. Gaia wanted the Gods under her eyes as they acted through the politics of the Heavens. The Keeper closed the Scroll with a snap and stood in the center of the meeting chamber as the portals ignited and the Gods stepped through.
This the IC section of the RP, where you can manifest, argue, demand, threaten, and so forth. If desired, Players can also do IC posts about their God's actions in their own private realms, and even vist each other in them, but such posts should be clearly marked to avoid confusion
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Post by Warrender on May 22, 2014 9:19:31 GMT
Location: Elysium Inka fluttered underneath a supporting arch as she raced down the corridor towards her master “We’re the first one’s here! The first ones!” she chirped happily, twisting round and coming to rest atop of Ardjaous’s left shoulder as he strode down the hall towards the chamber. “That makes you uber important, being the first” She chirped again, grinning ear to ear. “Not so, little one” Ardjaous spoke in a deep echoing voice watching her face turn to a pout “Importance is measured by action, not by position” He strode into the central chamber, watching and waiting to see who arrived and who would be a problem and who he could work with to achieve his goals. All the while the little fairy constantly fidgeted like an over excited child on a fathers shoulders as she waited with him.
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Post by Judge Death on May 22, 2014 14:19:28 GMT
Character: Torga and Jauy Location: Elysium
"Master, we waste our time coming here! We should be converting all mortals to our faith." Jauy hissed form under his hood as he marched next to his lord their metal boots clinking through the Marble halls.
"Then what would we do when the others ally themselves against me? We would be crushed like insects under a boot.....no that is why we keep to the shadows and use our gifted tongues to outsmart the foolish and guide the wiser of the flock." Torga replied to his young follower, the Lord of Lies lifted his head and saw a figure standing in the bright lights of the hall and he knew who it was.
"Ahhh, Ardjaous how long has it been? 200, 300 hundred years? Have you lost some weight or grown a little? Jauy, I gave you some tasks you can leave now." Torga chuckled as he adjusted his mask so he could view the other god more clearly.
"Gladly my lord. I hate fairies anyway." The messenger groaned as he vanished into smoke.
"So...what brings you to the halls then Ardjaous?" Torga asked his gauntlets clicked as he crossed his arms.
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Post by Warrender on May 22, 2014 14:57:19 GMT
Location: Elysium Inka crossed her arms and pouted "hhmmppft!" Her little wings fluttering and lifting the stern looking fairy off her masters shoulder. She flitted around his head twice before returning to Ardjaous and hovering near his form. "Indeed" he replied ignoring the former line of questioning "It has been a long time by mortal standards" He watched as the smoke from Jauy's disappearance slowly disappeared until there was nothing left. "I can see ... or rather hear, that little has changed with you also" he continued, lifting his staff and banging it against the floor, the loud echo'ing that ringed through the hall signifying he could hear what had been said, or at least part of it. He raised his arm in a welcoming gesture, signalling politely he wished to walk with him. "Come ... tell me of how your domain has been weathering the passage of time since we last spoke. My own lands seem to be prospering quite nicely, though I plan to take a more active roll in my subjects destiny, I feel the time is right for divine intervention to guide my people and expand across the land. So I hope we can somehow avoid a clash of wills" Inka followed the pair as they walked, dancing around the lights like a moth, her 1 foot high form examining everything with childlike curiosity that belined her intelligence.
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Post by Judge Death on May 22, 2014 18:50:59 GMT
Character: Torga Location: Elysium
Torga wondered along side Ardjaous and his little follower fluttering behind them her gasps and giggling started to become annoying but he could coop with it.
"I see you have not changed either old friend but your follow is new I cannot remember seeing her so many centuries ago. My realm is still dark, withered and whispers.......listen to me I sound like Toth, apart from that my reach into the mortal realm is not as strong as it use to be but I have my ways and by 'Clash of Wills' do you mean aggressive take over? because that will not be very fair on us both." Torga replied his voice slightly muffled by his mask and the light breeze blowing through the halls.
"Have you seen any of the others these few years or just as silent as I? And pry tell of your little follower behind us." The ragged god asked turning his head to Ardjaous.
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Post by Warrender on May 22, 2014 21:53:29 GMT
Location: Elysium Little Inka zipped round in front of Torga, her little wings flapping as she looked sternly into his eyes, arms crossed and keeping pace with them walking, knowing better than to try and impede the movement of a god. "Oi! My name ... is Inka!" Before any response could be given, Ardjaous waved his hand in a dismissive gesture from behind her eyeline. Feeling her masters mind she instantly flittered away to resume following Torga and Ardjaous. "She is quite new. I brought her too me after saving the lives of a village which would otherwise have drowned. She offered herself willingly to save her people and when she opened her soul to me I could see that she was perfect to relay my will" He glanced around slowly "I sense that the others are on their way, it will be interesting to see how many of the Gods I remember are still in existence" He allowed himself to chuckle "As for an aggressive take-over, that entirely depends if it is in the best interests of those that worship me"
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Post by Judge Death on May 22, 2014 22:06:36 GMT
"Hmmm she has spirit I shall give her that but she should watch her tounge....I've had more practice then her at it but that is a noble for her people something I am not. The Humans are nothing more to us then tools of our will and you and I know this as much as the next god. Can you hear me back there small one?" Torga replied to his fellow god but knew Ardjaous was sensitive around his followers and best interests.
"Ardjaous I do not wish for any conflict but I also wish to spread interest and followers so our followers may cross paths but I wish not for bloody shed.
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Post by Warrender on May 27, 2014 11:47:27 GMT
Location: Elysium Ardjaous nodded "If nothing encroaches upon my people then there will be nothing to illicit conflict between us. He reached his hand back over his shoulder and as if by telepathy the little Fairy was already moving towards him, in her tiny hands she gripped a huge thick book over twice her size and effortlessly placed it into his hands. He brought the book to him and started to flip the pages until he reached halfway, the rest of the pages blank as if not yet written. "You know" he began "I often tire of peering down from my realm to see what my people are doing, it's sooo last dynasty" He mused. "Inka came up with the idea of a visual way to view the realm by having a book that would write my peoples history as it happens. If I want to see what is happening I need only open the book. You might like to try it sometime" His fingers followed a passage, various images littered the book, depicting various people or structures. As he read one passage he tapped it absent mindedly "I will need to keep an eye on this" he said, closing the book as he turned to continue his conversation with Torga. "Tell me of your aid, he also seems a new addition, are you sure you chose him wisely?"
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Post by Judge Death on May 27, 2014 13:56:10 GMT
Torga chuckled at the question. "My choices are neither wise or honest old friend but if my servants can lie to me then they are right for me. As for being new yes he is my more experienced followers are busy in my realm at this time, my plans don't run themselves you know."
Torga looked at the book in Ardjaous's hand then placed his hand in to his robe and proceeded to remove a orb of purple light that shifted and rippled at his touch. A image of robed figures praying at a altar come upon the orb and chants echoed.
"I have my own why of seeing my followers Ardjaous and I prefer words to pictures in my books Ardjaous.....it means they can be twisted better." the God of lies said as he placed the orb back into his robe.
"Hmmm i think I might need some more company here" Torga spoke with a hiss to his words, suddenly a sound of scales scrapping echoed in the silence and a serpent's figure appeared in a cloak of shadows.
"Yessss master?" The Serpent hissed as it spoke. Torga simple replied with a hand motion and the group continued on walking through the halls.
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Post by Nepty on May 29, 2014 13:35:07 GMT
As always, His approach was heralded by a flock of carrion birds. Ravens and crows. Of these crows, one was named Mjunnin, and was ever the first to arrive. He alighted on the throne. The simplest of them all. Iron, forged of fallen blades and shattered mail and devoid of device or decoration. A chair was a chair.
From the northern window a great flock of crows entered. Mjunnin watched as they joined him and swarmed about the throne. when they left, a mailed giant sat in the throne, empty visor watching and waiting. Mjunnin hopped down from the head of the throne and alighted on his master's mailed fist.
Mjunnin gave a weak croak. There were others. The shadows, the set of scales.
The Warbringer remained seated on his throne, and waited.
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