Lords of Creation Reborn: Third Times the Charm!

ShieldCrown · Mar 20, 2016

Second Age: Turn Eight
3701-3800

The unending March of time continues forward, uncaring of the world's blights. For some reason, the gods have rarely interacted with the world the past hundred years, beyond the Lightbringer' s conversation with the Istari and Storvak helping the Cruem Clan fend off a Soulless One assault. The Herald and it's newly revealed children; The Reapers, laid waste and exterminated a massive gathering of Soulless Ones that were in battle against a United force of the Mortal and Elemental races, though many lives were still lost.

The Goranta Temple City was protected by the Son of Storvak, using his ascended powers to obliterate all Soulless Ones that sought to harm the Goranta Capital, but the Goranta decided they needed to take the fight to the Soulless, so using the knowledge they had gained through the years and from the great relic given to them by their God, they created the mightiest Golem to ever exist, in fact had the Sword of Armageddon not be forged this Golem would be called the greatest weapon ever made. So proud of what they had made, that in a moment of hubris it was named Titan: The Metal God.

In the passing years and as the war with the war with escalated, the Children of Leviathan rose from the sea. The Ryu, as they were called, joined in the fight above the waves and unleash their power, calling upon the heavens above to cause great rainstorms and tsunamis upon the Soulless during the most intense battles. They revealed that their father and mother were to busy fighting the Soulless that dwell within the seas to join them on land.

The dark presence creeps nearer still, and War between Gods may eventually be at hand.

In the void of non-existeace, a False God laughs as he trades Freewill for Power and Life.

So it Was, So It Is, So Shall It Be.........

ShieldCrown · Mar 26, 2016

Second Age: Turn 9
3801-3900

As The Second Age draws nearer to it's end, the Dark War seems to be slowing down. The Istari take a great risk and construct the Hell Gate, a means to create, or as others are convinced, Summon Infernals. The actions of a sabotage team from the Friends of Valden lead to the premature activation and creation of three Infernals; Behemoth, Ziz, and the 72 Pillars or "Ars Goetia" as it calls itself. Valden, seeking to at least mitigate the potential damage these beings could cause, sealed the Ars Goetia in chains of light and pinned Ziz to the earth with two rods of power, denying the Lord of the Sky of his Domain. Arrona created the Demon Chains, and used them to bind the Behemoth to her will. Leviathan sensed the Artificial Overlords, but he did not feel the need to battle them to the death as with True Overlords, and so returned to ripping out the throat of yet another Soulless, his domain nearly cleansed of the scourge.

The Other projects of the Istari meet with success, with the exception of their attempt to Ascend a Gaint to a "higher form of existence", a Soulless Horde overwhelming them and killing everyone before a blast from the Starfall turned the area into glass. The Heaven's Gate creates three of the mightiest forms of Celestials, who set out to purify the world of the Soulless Scourge, incinerating them with Holy Light and Flame. The Zodiac Project manages to invoke four of the cosmic beasts, a great Lion whose pelt shone with stars and whose mane was composed of stellar plasma, a massive bull with golden horns and a hide similar to the Lion's, a house sized crab with a impenetrable shell and steel rending claws, and finally a Centaur with a bow that shot arrows entirely composed of plasma. Leo, Taurus, Cancer, and Sagittarius went out and did battle alongside the Celestials and the greatest Golems ever made; The Colossi, Titan, and The Destroyer.

Anariel herself occasionally descends and let's loose the power of lightning and great firestorms. Storvak takes both Excalibur and the Sword of Armageddon for safe keeping, while Anu'tarka looked upon the world and wept at all that had come to pass.

The barrier of this reality and another cracks, The Conqueror comes.

So It Was, So It Is, So Shall It Be........... And the World asks the Moon for Forgiveness

Chiperninerm · Mar 26, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
Yes.

Looking down on the changes in his notebook Valden saw that the Titan is alive. Seeing an opportunity to learn something new he reached into the mind of the Titan and spoke.

"Hello, I am Valden one of the original divine. Do you know who you are? You don't have to speak just think your response."

ShieldCrown · Mar 26, 2016

Chiperninerm said:
Looking down on the changes in his notebook Valden saw that the Titan is alive. Seeing an opportunity to learn something new he reached into the mind of the Titan and spoke.

"Hello, I am Valden one of the original divine. Do you know who you are? You don't have to speak just think your response."

"W-Who?! Where are you, where am I? Wh-What am I, what is that?"

Chiperninerm · Mar 26, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
"W-Who?! Where are you, where am I? Wh-What am I, what is that?"

"I'm in the Divine realm and you are in the front lines of the attack on the soulless monsters that you see. But for what you are. You are the Titan, the most powerful golem in existence, but that is just your title."

Seeing the confusion in the young being mind Valden explains what he is.

"Golems are being created by the magic of mortals with a single purpose in mind. The purpose of your creation was to destroy the monsters you see and protect the people of the world."

Valden send images of the cities of the different races followed by a vision of the soulless monster walking out of a burned out forest to a city. Then he sees the city panic as the monster gets ever nearer to the city but over the horizon the Titan appears and saves the day. The people cheer as the Titan defeats the monster.

"You have been doing a wonderful job at it but as you are the most powerful golem your mind has developed enough to have you "Awaken" for a lack of a better term. As you are now your own person you deserve your own name but that is something you must choose for yourself."

ShieldCrown · Mar 26, 2016

Chiperninerm said:
"I'm in the Divine realm and you are in the front lines of the attack on the soulless monsters that you see. But for what you are. You are the Titan, the most powerful golem in existence, but that is just your title."

Seeing the confusion in the young being mind Valden explains what he is.

"Golems are being created by the magic of mortals with a single purpose in mind. The purpose of your creation was to destroy the monsters you see and protect the people of the world."

Valden send images of the cities of the different races followed by a vision of the soulless monster walking out of a burned out forest to a city. Then he sees the city panic as the monster gets ever nearer to the city but over the horizon the Titan appears and saves the day. The people cheer as the Titan defeats the monster.

"You have been doing a wonderful job at it but as you are the most powerful golem your mind has developed enough to have you "Awaken" for a lack of a better term. As you are now your own person you deserve your own name but that is something you must choose for yourself."

"I protect people, by killing monsters? I....s....sa.....save people, and they like me....I'm....h-happy? What's happ-ARGH!"

While the Awakened Golem was thinking, a massive Soulless One that vaguely resembled a lobster jumped onto his back and tries to tear of his head. It's a ultimately futile effort, it's claws simply could not damage the Golem. With a pulse of red-orange magic, Titan blasted the Soulless One off.

"I can't get distracted, I..I have to help people which means........."

Titan looked at the hoards of Soulless and their putrid and abominable Hive that birthed even more of the monsters. The Golem' s eyes and the lines of Magic on his body switched from the flame like red-orange to a shining Gold before settling on an hard amber color.

The gem in the center of his chest glowed brighter and brighter until it roared and unleashed a torrent of Magic Flames directly into the hoards, burning them all and turning them to cinders and ash.

"killing them all."

Chiperninerm · Mar 26, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
"I protect people, by killing monsters? I....s....sa.....save people, and they like me....I'm....h-happy? What's happ-ARGH!"

While the Awakened Golem was thinking, a massive Soulless One that vaguely resembled a lobster jumped onto his back and tries to tear of his head. It's a ultimately futile effort, it's claws simply could not damage the Golem. With a pulse of red-orange magic, Titan blasted the Soulless One off.

"I can't get distracted, I..I have to help people which means........."

Titan looked at the hoards of Soulless and their putrid and abominable Hive that birthed even more of the monsters. The Golem' s eyes and the lines of Magic on his body switched from the flame like red-orange to a shining Gold before settling on an hard amber color.

The gem in the center of his chest glowed brighter and brighter until it roared and unleashed a torrent of Magic Flames directly into the hoards, burning them all and turning them to cinders and ash.

"killing them all."

Valden smiles at the scene but draws his attention elsewhere to the Morning-Star in his camp preparing for for the final assault. In the center of the Morning-Star's tent was table with a map of the upcoming battle surrounded by the Morning-Star himself and the other generals. In a blink of an eye Valden appeared across the table from the Morning-Star.

"Good day son of Storvak. The Titan has awakened and wishes to be a hero. Seeing how much it had already done I would suggest you treat it as such."

And with another blink of an eye Valden was back on his throne.

ShieldCrown · Mar 26, 2016

Chiperninerm said:
Valden smiles at the scene but draws his attention elsewhere to the Morning-Star in his camp preparing for for the final assault. In the center of the Morning-Star's tent was table with a map of the upcoming battle surrounded by the Morning-Star himself and the other generals. In a blink of an eye Valden appeared across the table from the Morning-Star.

"Good day son of Storvak. The Titan has awakened and wishes to be a hero. Seeing how much it had already done I would suggest you treat it as such."

And with another blink of an eye Valden was back on his throne.

The Morning-Star looked up and looked mildly annoyed, not at the news but of his Uncle's habit of simply appearing, saying something important, and then disappearing before anyone can ask him anything.

The Generals were greatly confused, what did the God of Craft mean by "Awakened"? Had a unknown function or ability activate, had it gone into a feral, Unbound state? As the Generals discussed in hushed tones, the Morning-Star looked up to the heavens, knowing full well that Valden was watching.

"You know, this is why I prefer talking with Uncle Anu more than you Uncle Val." said the Ascended Demi-God, knowing how his uncle couldn't stand his nickname.

Chiperninerm · Mar 26, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
"You know, this is why I prefer talking with Uncle Anu more than you Uncle Val." said the Ascended Demi-God, knowing how his uncle couldn't stand his nickname.

A note appeared in front the Morning-Star.

"The Titan is not feral but has developed a mind of its own much like a child and for my actions. Well, a divine has to have some entertainment between making sure the world doesn't end and maintaining the equipment that prevents the world from being covered with abyssals."

Iscaren · Mar 27, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
The Morning-Star looked up and looked mildly annoyed, not at the news but of his Uncle's habit of simply appearing, saying something important, and then disappearing before anyone can ask him anything.

The Generals were greatly confused, what did the God of Craft mean by "Awakened"? Had a unknown function or ability activate, had it gone into a feral, Unbound state? As the Generals discussed in hushed tones, the Morning-Star looked up to the heavens, knowing full well that Valden was watching.

"You know, this is why I prefer talking with Uncle Anu more than you Uncle Val." said the Ascended Demi-God, knowing how his uncle couldn't stand his nickname.

After Storvak finished with his trip to the Void he returns to the Goranta Holy City, when he arrives he feels that not too long ago his brother Valden appeared in very close proximity to his son and with that moment he realized that he has been so busy that he hasn't properly seen his son for a long time.

With this realization he takes no time to acquiring the Blade of Genesis and the Shield of Salvation, afterwards he then appears by the table where his son and generals are, making sure that Rina'Cora is out of sight from any who would go insane from gazing upon it, he is seated on a chair of flame and darkness in his form of War as a good Oman for the men and women fighting.

'Greetings everyone.'

ShieldCrown · Mar 27, 2016

Iscaren said:
After Storvak finished with his trip to the Void he returns to the Goranta Holy City, when he arrives he feels that not too long ago his brother Valden appeared in very close proximity to his son and with that moment he realized that he has been so busy that he hasn't properly seen his son for a long time.

With this realization he takes no time to acquiring the Blade of Genesis and the Shield of Salvation, afterwards he then appears by the table where his son and generals are, making sure that Rina'Cora is out of sight from any who would go insane from gazing upon it, he is seated on a chair of flame and darkness in his form of War as a good Oman for the men and women fighting.

'Greetings everyone.'

The mortals fall onto their knees before you, giving you praise and looking at you in awe. The Morning-Star simply smiles and opens his arms in greetings. "Father! It has been too long since we've last talk, are you here to join us on the field or simply wish us luck?"

Iscaren · Mar 27, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
The mortals fall onto their knees before you, giving you praise and looking at you in awe. The Morning-Star simply smiles and opens his arms in greetings. "Father! It has been too long since we've last talk, are you here to join us on the field or simply wish us luck?"

Storvak looks to the Generals and officers that are kneeling before him and slightly chuckles, 'You need not kneel before me and praise my name, we are all men of action and honour here and I acknowledge you all as such, rise it is unbefitting for you to do so at this time.'

He then turns to his son and if he had a face under his helmet you would see it with a smile, 'I must admit part of the reason I am here is because we haven't spoken for so long, but that is not all, I am also here for all the brave souls who have arrived and joined together despite their differences, I am to play support in this conflict, if it seems to be going well I will only sit on the sidelines and allow you all to grab the glory, but if it does start to turn for the worst then I will personally fight by all of your sides...and talking about support.'

Storvak lifts his arm forwards with his open hand facing upwards, within a split second the three great artefacts under his care Excalibur-EX, the Blade of Genesis and the Shield of Salvation are all floating above the war-table, 'here's some presents from our good friends Orani'Heil, go on have a look and if I may be so bold I would go and "inspect" Genesis and Salvation if I were you and see if Salvation takes to you or not.'

ShieldCrown · Mar 27, 2016

Iscaren said:
Storvak looks to the Generals and officers that are kneeling before him and slightly chuckles, 'You need not kneel before me and praise my name, we are all men of action and honour here and I acknowledge you all as such, rise it is unbefitting for you to do so at this time.'

The Generals rise and give a salute, awaiting the God's commands.

Iscaren said:
He then turns to his son and if he had a face under his helmet you would see it with a smile, 'I must admit part of the reason I am here is because we haven't spoken for so long, but that is not all, I am also here for all the brave souls who have arrived and joined together despite their differences, I am to play support in this conflict, if it seems to be going well I will only sit on the sidelines and allow you all to grab the glory, but if it does start to turn for the worst then I will personally fight by all of your sides...and talking about support.'

"When faced with a common enemy, sometimes even those who hate each other will band together to face. said the Son of Storvak with a smirk.

Iscaren said:
Storvak lifts his arm forwards with his open hand facing upwards, within a split second the three great artefacts under his care Excalibur-EX, the Blade of Genesis and the Shield of Salvation are all floating above the war-table, 'here's some presents from our good friends Orani'Heil, go on have a look and if I may be so bold I would go and "inspect" Genesis and Salvation if I were you and see if Salvation takes to you or not.'

"I see the Orani'Heil haven't let that disaster with the "Locomotive" stop their production of such master pieces." Said a Goranta General as he gave the mighty weapons a inspecting gaze. The Morning-Star looked at the Blade of Genesis and Shield of Salvation, trying to see if they would see him as Worthy of them.

The Blade of Genesis shot forward and stopped in front of the former Demi-God, who felt as though every fiber of his being was being judged. After a minute the Blade of Genesis flashed with a kaleidoscope of light before planting itself blade first into the ground in front of T'chon. As a few seconds, he grabbed the sword' s grip and with a small tug, pulled it from the ground.

".....guess I'm worthy."

Iscaren · Mar 27, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
The Generals rise and give a salute, awaiting the God's commands.

Storvak changes in stature to a more serious and strong one, giving them what they await, 'I have only one order for you all, win this war, win it for our people, our families and for the future of this world.'

ShieldCrown said:
"When faced with a common enemy, sometimes even those who hate each other will band together to face. said the Son of Storvak with a smirk.

He then turns back to his son and answers, 'Exactly.'

ShieldCrown said:
".....guess I'm worthy."

'Then it is yours, I entrust you with the care of The Blade of Genesis and The Shield of Salvation, may you treat them with care and they will do the same.'

ShieldCrown · Mar 27, 2016

Iscaren said:
Storvak changes in stature to a more serious and strong one, giving them what they await, 'I have only one order for you all, win this war, win it for our people, our families and for the future of this world.'

"YOUR WILL BE DONE, MY LORD!" Shouted the Generals.

Iscaren said:
'Then it is yours, I entrust you with the care of The Blade of Genesis and The Shield of Salvation, may you treat them with care and they will do the same.'

The Ascended takes the Blade of Genesis and Shield of Salvation and nods to his father before turning to the Generals. "The time has come, we shall face our enemy and end this war! You have your orders."

Suul'anar · Mar 28, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
Second Age: Turn 9
3801-3900

As The Second Age draws nearer to it's end, the Dark War seems to be slowing down. The Istari take a great risk and construct the Hell Gate, a means to create, or as others are convinced, Summon Infernals. The actions of a sabotage team from the Friends of Valden lead to the premature activation and creation of three Infernals; Behemoth, Ziz, and the 72 Pillars or "Ars Goetia" as it calls itself. Valden, seeking to at least mitigate the potential damage these beings could cause, sealed the Ars Goetia in chains of light and pinned Ziz to the earth with two rods of power, denying the Lord of the Sky of his Domain. Arrona created the Demon Chains, and used them to bind the Behemoth to her will. Leviathan sensed the Artificial Overlords, but he did not feel the need to battle them to the death as with True Overlords, and so returned to ripping out the throat of yet another Soulless, his domain nearly cleansed of the scourge.

The Other projects of the Istari meet with success, with the exception of their attempt to Ascend a Gaint to a "higher form of existence", a Soulless Horde overwhelming them and killing everyone before a blast from the Starfall turned the area into glass. The Heaven's Gate creates three of the mightiest forms of Celestials, who set out to purify the world of the Soulless Scourge, incinerating them with Holy Light and Flame. The Zodiac Project manages to invoke four of the cosmic beasts, a great Lion whose pelt shone with stars and whose mane was composed of stellar plasma, a massive bull with golden horns and a hide similar to the Lion's, a house sized crab with a impenetrable shell and steel rending claws, and finally a Centaur with a bow that shot arrows entirely composed of plasma. Leo, Taurus, Cancer, and Sagittarius went out and did battle alongside the Celestials and the greatest Golems ever made; The Colossi, Titan, and The Destroyer.

Anariel herself occasionally descends and let's loose the power of lightning and great firestorms. Storvak takes both Excalibur and the Sword of Armageddon for safe keeping, while Anu'tarka looked upon the world and wept at all that had come to pass.

The barrier of this reality and another cracks, The Conqueror comes.

So It Was, So It Is, So Shall It Be........... And the World asks the Moon for Forgiveness

How many have been calling out in the night and begging for solace among ages caked in blood and death? How many voices have shouted out in howls of anguish and rage, driving home blades and bringing low horrors let loose in the dying light? How long until the doom of all mortal men cracks the sky and seeks to tear asunder the known world? Such things seem to drift on in the night sky, as those who might cry out call upon a silent moon. It is not in hatred that they remain quiet while other gods crash against the shores of soulless beasts who ravage the populace. It is not in fear that they merely trace the horizon as men bring forth demons of their own make into this world. It is not in disgust that his presenc eis not known to the minor beasts, the like of men, nor his fellow gods.

For while all bring down their hammers for yet another blow against the broken things that scurry over the surface of the world, he remains in a realm no mortal thing may see...not until the final parting of death. Here has he been, for whence all life goes, and wept over the parting dead. How many new arrivals on this night? How many dragged back into the world? How many who still bear the scars of their fates? These souls who come to him in an hour before the falling twilight he did usher into sanctuary, knowing they could have remained even a little longer had he raised a blade, or held up the spear for their souls.

Long did he contemplate the words his sibling spoke long ago. Weakness...perhaps she was not wrong in that regards.

But these are the ruminations of one who's eyes weep with the hollow light before the single word reaches his ears. It comes in soft among the carnage and the chaos. It draws him back from the place of passage and fixates him on the madness below. In the quiet light when the dark is soon to settle in, he steps down from the world painted with the eerie light of the afterlife, and drifts down to the mortal realm once more. For long after in desperation hoped, their words were there once again.

Upon the soft ground, in the cool air with the wind blowing, he was there. The cracked and marbled colossus sat, the soft glowing dust drifting from his form as he touched the earth once more....

"...I have missed you..." He spoke softly, voice low in the fading light. "I feared the day would never come that we may speak again...and you would have been right to dream away from this..."

ShieldCrown · Mar 28, 2016

Suul'anar said:
How many have been calling out in the night and begging for solace among ages caked in blood and death? How many voices have shouted out in howls of anguish and rage, driving home blades and bringing low horrors let loose in the dying light? How long until the doom of all mortal men cracks the sky and seeks to tear asunder the known world? Such things seem to drift on in the night sky, as those who might cry out call upon a silent moon. It is not in hatred that they remain quiet while other gods crash against the shores of soulless beasts who ravage the populace. It is not in fear that they merely trace the horizon as men bring forth demons of their own make into this world. It is not in disgust that his presenc eis not known to the minor beasts, the like of men, nor his fellow gods.

For while all bring down their hammers for yet another blow against the broken things that scurry over the surface of the world, he remains in a realm no mortal thing may see...not until the final parting of death. Here has he been, for whence all life goes, and wept over the parting dead. How many new arrivals on this night? How many dragged back into the world? How many who still bear the scars of their fates? These souls who come to him in an hour before the falling twilight he did usher into sanctuary, knowing they could have remained even a little longer had he raised a blade, or held up the spear for their souls.

Long did he contemplate the words his sibling spoke long ago. Weakness...perhaps she was not wrong in that regards.

But these are the ruminations of one who's eyes weep with the hollow light before the single word reaches his ears. It comes in soft among the carnage and the chaos. It draws him back from the place of passage and fixates him on the madness below. In the quiet light when the dark is soon to settle in, he steps down from the world painted with the eerie light of the afterlife, and drifts down to the mortal realm once more. For long after in desperation hoped, their words were there once again.

Upon the soft ground, in the cool air with the wind blowing, he was there. The cracked and marbled colossus sat, the soft glowing dust drifting from his form as he touched the earth once more....

"...I have missed you..." He spoke softly, voice low in the fading light. "I feared the day would never come that we may speak again...and you would have been right to dream away from this..."

The World speaks, not with words that could be heard but felt. It spoke of how it regretted creating the Soulless, how it had regretted intervening in the affairs of Gods and Mortals, sadness and regret strained the World's Soul. It asked for forgiveness for what it had wrought on so many Innocents because of it's actions, for not trying to fix it's mistakes. The Song of the World, of Dunia, was stained with it's sadness and regret, of it's self-loathing over what had been done.

The World was crying.

The Worldborn could hear the Song, and felt sorrow for Dunia. It had sought to help, and yet nearly all of her actions seemed to cause only more strife.

The Source heard the Song, but ignored it, too focused on the War to care for the feelings of the World.

Sailor Midgard · Mar 30, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
The World speaks, not with words that could be heard but felt. It spoke of how it regretted creating the Soulless, how it had regretted intervening in the affairs of Gods and Mortals, sadness and regret strained the World's Soul. It asked for forgiveness for what it had wrought on so many Innocents because of it's actions, for not trying to fix it's mistakes. The Song of the World, of Dunia, was stained with it's sadness and regret, of it's self-loathing over what had been done.

The World was crying.

The Worldborn could hear the Song, and felt sorrow for Dunia. It had sought to help, and yet nearly all of her actions seemed to cause only more strife.

The Source heard the Song, but ignored it, too focused on the War to care for the feelings of the World.

Not so the sky.Anariel well remembered THE WORLDSONG and tried in her best, if limited way to join in and provide a counterpoint to DUNIAS grief...
She sang of hope and life...She pleaded for forgiveness of any harm she might have done unwittingly; she promisedto never let her watch above her children now and help the Worldborn if needed...
Finally she humjbly thanked DUNIA just for being there...
And again the tears of the sun fell as peals and rubies on the soil...

ShieldCrown · Mar 31, 2016

SailorMidgard said:
Not so the sky.Anariel well remembered THE WORLDSONG and tried in her best, if limited way to join in and provide a counterpoint to DUNIAS grief...
She sang of hope and life...She pleaded for forgiveness of any harm she might have done unwittingly; she promisedto never let her watch above her children now and help the Worldborn if needed...
Finally she humjbly thanked DUNIA just for being there...
And again the tears of the sun fell as peals and rubies on the soil...

The Song born from the Sun and Sky reached the World and eased it's grief, the World was reminded of all the good it had done. But still, the World "looked" towards the Moon and wondered if her first true friend would forgive her.

The Worldborn Sang their thanks to Anariel for her comforting Song, especially the Slyphs.

Sailor Midgard · Mar 31, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
The Song born from the Sun and Sky reached the World and eased it's grief, the World was reminded of all the good it had done. But still, the World "looked" towards the Moon and wondered if her first true friend would forgive her.

The Worldborn Sang their thanks to the Anariel for her comforting Song, especially the Slyphs.

Anariel is happy to give something back, no matter how small..she also offers any help she can spare to the worldborn of the air.

Suul'anar · Apr 1, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
The World speaks, not with words that could be heard but felt. It spoke of how it regretted creating the Soulless, how it had regretted intervening in the affairs of Gods and Mortals, sadness and regret strained the World's Soul. It asked for forgiveness for what it had wrought on so many Innocents because of it's actions, for not trying to fix it's mistakes. The Song of the World, of Dunia, was stained with it's sadness and regret, of it's self-loathing over what had been done.

The World was crying.

The Worldborn could hear the Song, and felt sorrow for Dunia. It had sought to help, and yet nearly all of her actions seemed to cause only more strife.

The Source heard the Song, but ignored it, too focused on the War to care for the feelings of the World.

"Please...do not weep." The Moon spoke to Dunia. "There is no hatred that can be held against you. No act done that could not be forgiven of you. There is still time to undo what has come forth and spread outwards. Time to ready for what will come...and time to mend the damages done. Let us start towards this together..." The deity held out his arms and hummed back at this solemn music, voice filled with hope and forgiveness to the world. For there was no cause to cast them aside. They awoke once more, and the guilt was far more than they deserved.

ShieldCrown · Apr 2, 2016

Suul'anar said:
"Please...do not weep." The Moon spoke to Dunia. "There is no hatred that can be held against you. No act done that could not be forgiven of you. There is still time to undo what has come forth and spread outwards. Time to ready for what will come...and time to mend the damages done. Let us start towards this together..." The deity held out his arms and hummed back at this solemn music, voice filled with hope and forgiveness to the world. For there was no cause to cast them aside. They awoke once more, and the guilt was far more than they deserved.

Dunia heard and felt her first friends forgiveness and wept in joy, before offering to combine her Song with his and Anariel' s to put an end to her mistake. She also sent a reluctant invitation to the War God and Mother of Magic to join the Great Song.

The Worldborn would join their Songs with the World once more, it was not even in question.

The Source gave a quarter of it's attention towards the Song, observing it.

Sailor Midgard · Apr 2, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
Dunia heard and felt her first friends forgiveness and wept in joy, before offering to combine her Song with his and Anariel' s to put an end to her mistake. She also sent a reluctant invitation to the War God and Mother of Magic to join the Great Song.

The Worldborn would join their Songs with the World once more, it was not even in question.

The Source gave a quarter of it's attention towards the Song, observing it.

And Anariel pours all her heaert into the song.
This Darkness will perish.This weight will be lifted from Dunia.

Chiperninerm · Apr 2, 2016

ShieldCrown said:
The World speaks, not with words that could be heard but felt. It spoke of how it regretted creating the Soulless, how it had regretted intervening in the affairs of Gods and Mortals, sadness and regret strained the World's Soul. It asked for forgiveness for what it had wrought on so many Innocents because of it's actions, for not trying to fix it's mistakes. The Song of the World, of Dunia, was stained with it's sadness and regret, of it's self-loathing over what had been done.

The World was crying.

The Worldborn could hear the Song, and felt sorrow for Dunia. It had sought to help, and yet nearly all of her actions seemed to cause only more strife.

The Source heard the Song, but ignored it, too focused on the War to care for the feelings of the World.

Valden's mind was brought back to an old familiar feeling. One which had driven his entire existence to this very point.

This sad song reminded him of the sorrow of driving the legion into an abyssal.

A soft humming escaped his lips.

This frustrated song reminded of the frustration that the cult had brought upon him.

A few notes joined the music.

This defeated song reminded him the aftermath of the assault on the cultist's base.

Valden song began to slow.

This sad song brought him back to the present where he could only say " Thing could have been worse."

Valden cried.

Zedalb · Apr 6, 2016

War

"It has spread across the land like a disease of great power. Families destroyed,homes ruined, and no limit of lives shattered.The very world itself cries beneath our feet for the creation of these horrible things. So united the world has become. We will not be pushed back. We will not be slain! We will not fall to the shadows a quiet whisper! No we will not, because we sing! The gods, the mortals, the moon and the very earth, we sing. We sing a song to bring us all together we sing this song for battle! Not to start, but to end.

There shall be only one more battle, after today there will be no more orphans or widows from these soulless. THERE SHALL BE ONLY ONE MORE BATTLE. That is why I have come today. I the first, the last and the only of my kind come today cloaked in glorious mithiral armor so that there shall be no more suffering at there hands."

I take to the skies fire lifting my high like a flaming comet. I see it all. Miles and miles of battle line. Tactics mean so little here, the scale to large there is no flanking or surrounding, because there is just more enemies on every side. Our greatest champions, warriors and the divine spread themselves among the line, so there is no place where we are weak. Except for I,my job is different, as I am new, a stranger my job is to be the cavalry, to rush in and save and support those who need it.

The battle starts with magic being slung miles, as units being shielded and warded charge in to get close. Fliers meet quickly and viciously and I enjoy the initial clash,
I fight alongside Ziz to dominate the skies. Dragon and phoenix rush the soulless capable of flight and shatter there formations. Lightning and storms descending upon them with righteous fury as I cover the skies in fire. To burn them away leading the way for our own soldiers capable of flight. With the two of us flying and the storms descending upon them we quickly win the sky, even if most of our troops have to land, posing to tempting a target for thrown weapons and magic.

Upon the land I notice the soulless have champions of there own through out the ranks. Giant towering monsters of all shape and size Five of them, but they do look mighty smashing through our ranks and decimating traditional forces. Luckily we have more than traditional forces.

Already Morning Star brave and bold closes into one meeting it in battle. The foul giant stands tall enough to battle me toe to toe, and looks fearsome enough to face an army. They trade blows circling and seeking to gain advantage of one another, even with such a great size difference. I will not let one so bold fight alone. I descend upon the giant, claws cutting into the arms, even as Morning Star strikes the legs bringing the thing to its knees, causing great craters into the ground. Then comes The Herald himself descends from the heavens the scythe of inevitability striking its head clear off as me and Morning Star hold the creature still for him.

Already I see another one but it is far from my reach without fighting through miles of battle field. If I thought the first was terrible I was a fool, for this one is larger, bulkier, angrier. It roars as both its arms discharge some foul dark energy into formations of soldiers shattering like toys. The Holy Sword Wielders charge it with no fear. Battering and bringing the creature to the ground.The wielder of Ascalon takes the blade to it's second form, charging, pinning and impaling the energy spouting hand to the ground so that it can only fire upwards. The wielder of Durandal sees the strategy and slams his blade through the other hand pinning it to the ground, so that this fiend can can fire his dark energy upwards. Finally the last wielder stands upon the creatures head and screams the blades name, Caliburn Golden Sword of the Victorious, and a blast of holy light spews fourth incinerating the foul monsters head. It does not die easily though and pulses with dark light before exploding and leaving only a dark ashen crater with 3 dark soot covered blades embedded deep into the rock, no sign of there wielders.

The third one rips from the ground in a flurry of talons, spikes, legs, arms and tail. It seems like a mix of spider and gorilla with a long, long tail. Bennu, the 7 Seraphim, and Metatron circle it even as it breaths its first breath of the fresh air. Bennu and Metatron close in upon it, ripping spikes free and blocking swings of its many appendages, protecting the soldiers it seeks to swipe away. The 7 Seraphim waste no time though, they circle around glowing with more and more divine light as they channel their power. Until they finish and a column of pure holy power descends upon the beast, and it melts away inch by inch under its force, as the two great ones Bennu and Metatron hold it within the circle until nothing is left of it.

We're pushing forward, and I think approaching the center of it all when another giant dark monster spews forth. Already the overlords charge to meet it fearlessly. Behemoth pulls it by the tail so that its movement can be controlled and it has one less weapon. The Leviathan slams into it giant mass meeting giant mass and starts with great efforts ripping its limbs free one by one as it endures blows. Finally Ziz comes down like a lightning covered comet from the sky and shatters it with all the power of the storm.

Then finally it is in front of us, THE HIVE. The center that every second spews forth thousands of those souless that so many are dying to push back, just so we can get close enough to destroy it and end them for all. We converge, the greatest heroes, titans and warriors, we are going to smash it to nothingness as great armies move around to give us the clear path we need, but it is not that simple. From the ground another giant dark soulless appears. It is behind us, an ambush and its first strikes swing true. It guts Prometheus. even as the iron giant takes the damage and grabs it to slow it down. The Destroyer turns to end it with a great divine blast but even as the energy starts, the monsters claws swipe down in a hammer blow bisecting a great section of the destroyer. However neither of the two are dead and from opposite sides, they grab and pull. They lift it into the air and rip it into two giant chunks before falling to knees injured.

We finish it. The Morningstar, and The Herald along with Metatron and the 7 Seraphim, and the Overlords all of us even myself circle the hive and start to fire down upon it our Holy and Infernal energies mixing and reacting, growing brighter. It flashes over and over, then grows in speed. No longer can we even see through the light that we pour down upon it. We can feel them though, we can feel the blankness that they are upon the earth, the wrongness. I roar, letting the divine fire pour from my mouth with everything I have, screaming into the light for their death. Screaming to free all mortals as we all push with everything that we have for everything that we love. Then it explodes and the world is saved.

Here I lie Dead, I think its death. Morningstar sits next to me and we stand in darkness, with a tunnel of light ahead of us. I spread my wings and start to fly, the only direction to go is forward after all.

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