Welcome to Pantheus, where the grass is green, the birds sing beautiful songs every morning, and the sun always clears away the unhappy thoughts. Ruled by a King that's noble and just, protected by Knights and Soldiers that are honorable and righteous, and filled with the common peasant folk and merchants who live their lives blissfully, without any care in the world save for work and gossip.
The town is always bustling with villagers roaming in and out of streets, occasionally stopping at a hut where a friend or neighbour lives. In the center of the town is the market where fresh food, clothing and foreign goods come in to be traded around. North is the barracks where the soldiers reside, though more often then not they are mingling among the crowds too, chatting happily with familiar faces and making sure that trouble isn't afoot. Far north of that is the castle, a large stone building, ringed by a solid wall. When the sun is positioned just right, the walls glowing, making it seem almost magical. The King, Queen and Prince live their, making sure that their kingdom is content and merry. Their many Knights also take up residence there, and are often seen sparring in the courtyards. From time to time they will ride out, with much fanfare, to solve some distant dispute with neighbouring lands.
And so, you arrive in this joyful town. Will you be commonfolk, a man to pledge your sword to the lord, or perhaps a noble to greet the King and chat about pointless matters?
Well, neither. You see, a place so perfect cannot exist in the eyes of the gods, and you, as a god, are to see to it that it does not. So, whisper in the ears of the King, telling him to oppress. Plan revolts by the villagers. Hatch deadly plans of assassination among the Knights. Do whatever you wish. Be good or evil. Be warned though, there are other Gods, and their whims may match your own, or conflict with them.
Rules are quite simple. You are a God. A God of what is up to you. However, you can't be the God of something that someone else is, nor anything very closely related to it (for example, if someone is the God of Knowledge, you can't be the God of Understanding). No godmodding (well, technically, there is, just don't mod any other god). Your power is infinite, but your actions and personality have to match that of the God that you are (AKA, no Gods of War making cuddly hamsters, unless it's for a good reason), so that we have some fun variety. Any NPC can be toyed with at your whim (but for the sake of fun don't just counter anything other people do by changing minds).
Skipping along merrily, travelling in a manner most amusing, was the most unusual lady you could find. Dressed in a vest checkered in red and black, with matching gloves with frilly white lace at the wrists. She wore a tight suit, like that of a jester, that went from her neck to her ankles, with no arms, that was half-red and half-black, the two colours seperated by a slant at the waist, and it was covered in red hearts on the black half, and black spades on the red. Her shoes matched her general ensemble, curled at the toes, one red with black clubs, and one black with red diamonds. To add to the appearance, she wore a checkered harlequinn's cap, complete with the dangling bells, and checkered in the same colours as the rest of her outfit. Finally, there was a half-red, half-black mask that covered only her eyes.
As she approached Pantheus, still a ways off, she leapt into the air, did an impossible spin and somersault, landed daintily upon her toes, suspended a good ten feet in the air, stretched out her arms, opening her mouth wide in proclamation.
"Greetings land of fealty/
I stand 'fore thee in amity.
I Harle bear gifts of rarity/
For god am I of chance, luck and destiny."
She was much too far away from the town to be heard by anyone though, save for perhaps fellow gods.
He floated down behind her from somewhere unknown under the gray sky, the God of War staring at her in disdain, his long black cape flowing behind his shining armor, grimey with blood stains, his shock of messy black hair swaying upon a tanned, smirking face.
Strapped to his back was a pike, and within his armor, he seemed to have almost every type of weapon imaginable, indeed, he invented new ones quite frequently and primitively, clubs, spears, swords, anything that could pierce or crush the soft skin of a mortal was enough.
He was the God of War, The One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken, for calling on him was surely suicide. In his temples full of bloodthirsty barbarians who danced around the stony mountains letting out ululating yelps, he was simply and appropriately known as 'War', although he frequently took on the name 'Darius' on his excursions and battles on the mortal plane.
On his shoulder was a vulture, his avatar and pet, and a silohette of the very same black vulture was emblazoned on his armor.
He stared at the divine lady, scowling, for although he had not seen her before, he knew well enough that she was of the divine creed, that she was a god, and therefore, out of his grasp.
War had come to Pantheus for a simple reason, because peace was there, and that was something he could not stand, to be defied openly in such a way.
This was not about power or anything of the sort, War simply bred and loved his children Chaos and Bloodshed, the simple mortal gesture of slipping a sword across one's throat until they spat out blood was almost heavenly for him, and everywhere he went, he made orphans and widows.
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Harle spun about as she sensed the presence of another God, delighted to have some company. Seeing the black figure above her, she twirled gracefully, rising up to greet him at level.
"Bonjour, bon frere, allo;
Your face I do now know."
She was not in the least disgusted or dismayed by Darius' appearance.
Darius stared at Harle, and then chuckled.
"Bonjour indeed, fellow God...Seems you're of the frivolous type, I never did respect the arts. God of Poetry, I presume? I don't deal with many poets, they don't make good soldiers, and they scream quite affeminetly when you disembowel them. Not what I'm looking for."
He stared off into the distance, the fresh blood on his armor glistening.
"I'm on my way to start a war between Pantheus and some tribes closeby. It'd do the male population some good. What're you going to do, spread your clever little rhymes?"
Darius smirked.
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The ground shook and trees began to grow around them. Flowers of all colors and scents grew on the ground. A sweet melody was being sung all around. A huge oak tree started to move, and a bright blinding light came out, the source of the song. The light floated before the two Gods, the beautiful song enchanting them. The light wavered and the song faded. A stunning figure appeared before them, with flowing white hair and an ageless face. It had no gender, but it was the most beautiful face anybody will ever see. It was the God of Life.
It spoke, and it had such a sweet voice. "Greetings."
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" I came to them in a flock of ravens that filled a northern sky at dawn...
Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it;
Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it..."
Dressed in a white robe laid over slate gray loose pants and a pale blue shirt, Ilian, God of Ice, walked down the road toward this meeting of others. His black hair was flecked with pieces of white and blue. His eyes were a piercing blue.
He held himself well. On the back of his robe was a character symbol of the word Ice, which also meant Snow and Winter in the same ancient language. Floating above his left hand was a glass sphere, wherein was a slight sparkling pale blue star. The white leather sandals on his feet left a trail of frost behind him. At his waist was a blade in an ornate silver sheath. It's white metal blade sang at the call of winter. At the pommel of the blade, was a slight elongated silver piece, from which a white ribbon would normally dangle. Instead it spiralled around Ilian's right hand and the sapphire signet on its centre finger.
"Pleasant days and chilling nights," he greeted them.
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Darius' vulture squawked violently and shifted on his shoulder as it opened its bloodshot eyes, War floating off the ground slightly and appraising the new arrivals with a studying, contemptful gaze.
"Hmmmm. It does seem like the others are growing near. That despicable Life, I deliver men out of Life's grasp so splendidly...And Ice...fascinating."
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Rising from shadows, which were not actually cast by anything, the God of Deceit, Ives, never the same twice, joined the pantheon already assembling. Each glance shows a different Ives, and only gods see through his guise. Leaning back against a wall that doesn't exist, Ives glances over Pantheus, thinking how he would have created such an ideal city only to have the gods destroy it. "If only this were my handiwork," he whispers to himself. "It would have been a masterpiece." String people along, then drop the fury of the gods on them, Ives' favourite method of trickery.
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Darius stared at Ilian with an almost amused smirk.
"Well, that's quite fascinating Ice. I do admire your work, you bring an element of fun to war, I do love watching warriors fight in the sleet, quite desperate and horrendous, and the way blood stains into the slush of the snow...ah, that is truly beautiful. I've seen many battlefields of pink snow."
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From the depths of the underworld, Mephisto emerged, awash in flames, bearing the scythe and wearing the hooded robe of the reaper. The God of Death had arrived.
"Ah, Darius, I've never gotten around to thanking you. Your wars bring many a man unto my grasp." said his chilling voice, not really coming from any direction. He nodded in greeting to the other gods, but first to Life, as they'd not crossed paths in a long time...
"Lo, behold, the actors take the stage.
Life and Death, Cheat and Chance, Frost and Rage,
Play well your roles, but do take heed;
None but one can take the lead."
In a sudden instant, Harle disappeared from the gathering of Gods, leaving nothing but golden dust drifting to the ground.
She reappeared above the castle in the same manner, smiling to herself. The games were indeed about to begin, and she would have the pleasure of making the first move.
"No ball, no banquet, how lame,
To arrive without would do me shame."
Harle pouted to herself. What was the good in having such a grand castle without anything exciting happening in it. Her frown soon turned upside down though as messengers suddenly rode out, and she knew their message instantly.
"What luck, what joy: my wish.
Though, one thing I shall perish,
My garb is not for courtly affair,
What ever shall I wear?"
Darius blinked when Harle dissapeared and then sighed.
"Show off..."
He caught the ice rose with a smirk, slipping it into his armor.
"Perfect to jab into someone's eyes! It's almost poetic!"
Then he noticed Mephisto, laughing boisterously.
"Ahahahahhaha! Yes, my main customer! Death Himself! I'll be sending you a new load of these peasants in a few days don't worry. I have a grand war in plan. It'll be really quite brutal and splendid."
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A mysterious, human-looking man with long, crimson hair stepped into Pantheus. He was cloaked in robes of crimson, and the heat rose as he approached.
"Ahh, Darius, Mephisto, my compatriots, and even you, Ilian. I am glad to see you all. It has been such a long time. Sorry I'm late for the festivities."
He glanced around at the crowd of deities.
"Perhaps you don't recognize me after all these years. I am Ignis. I am... fire."
The temperature flared between Ignis and Ilian. The gods opposite of each other, in some essence or other. Ilian's cold eyes looked at Harle and made a slight hint of a smile. Fog flowed from his hands around the God of Luck, and solidified into formal attire of snow, ice, and fog, with a hint of blue.
"I know of you, Ignis. Our realms are counterpart to each other, and we are brothers, in one way or another," Ilian said to the God of Fire.
His eyes looked at the castle.
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"Mephisto, we meet again. Where I go, you are there too. The Life I sing you claim in silence. Yet we need each other, for without Life, there is no Death, and without Death, there is no Life." The God of Life said solemnly.
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" I came to them in a flock of ravens that filled a northern sky at dawn...
Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it;
Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it..."
"Hunt" and "Insanity"? I see the connection, but it's as loose as Water and Clowns.
While the rest of the gods continued to chat, Harle continued to amuse herself with choices of apparel, seeming to have no influence on the land around her - though it was questionable if she really did. In what seemed like no time at all - especially since time and gods have little correlation, save for the God of Time who often stopped by for chats - noble men and women could be seen streaming towards the castle to the grand soiree planned out for them.
Ilian shrouded himself in mist, until it faded away, revealing himself to be one of those mortal lords, dressed in sapphire blues and slate grays. He started walking with the crowd, eagerly listening for the gossip of the living.
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Darius floated away, slowly landing in an area where there would be no mortals and simply strolling into the crowd of mortals.
He looked simply like some handsome mortal knight perhaps from a foreign land, a vulture on his shoulder. Splendid place...there must be a surplus of good fighting men to die for me...
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Mephisto rose his scythe and struck the ground, opening a portal to the underworld. An unholy aura gathered as the portal grew larger, and eventually, the sun was blocked out by it.
"Come forth, my legions. Slay the living and add them to your ranks."
At first nothing happened, then a few moments later, a single demon came forth. the demon gestured to an unseen army to follow, as he was apparently the leader of said army, and the zombies clamored forth, emitting the vile stench of undeath and of grave soil. They would continue to pour out until Mephisto willed them to stop. The undead legions began the long march to the city.
Everyone doesn't just have to follow along, you know :p. That's the point of us all being Gods. Follow xzibit's example...though maybe not so dramatically :).
What promised to be a grand party was cut short after alarm bells started ringing and soldiers burst into the castle, calling of the attack. Harle, who had just picked out a suitable outfit and was about to make her grand entrance, recieved a massive disappointment as she saw that the festivities were being cancelled by some silly little matter with zombies. Huffing at the unexpected intrusion, she spun about, her attire once again returning to her usual harlequin's gear, and disappeared and reappeared in front of Mephisto.
"Why dost though cause so much trouble?
What fun is this town if it's all turned to rubble?"
Meanwhile, behind her the soldiers arrived to defend the city. The zombies were having a terrible time invading, their clumsy attacks seeming to miss even the easiest swings, and the soldiers were almost always spot on with accuracy.
"Ah, very well Harle. I shall take a less direct approach."
Mephisto rose his scythe, closing the portal, and as it closed, the remaining zombies turned into a dust that retreated through it. Another flick of the scythe and a single rat appreared from nowhere and ran into the city. This rat bore an unnamed plague that was as deadly as it was contagious, although it took several weeks to kill. The rat made it to the city walls and split into three more rats and entered the city through a crevace in the wall created by the zombies.
Just to be clear, you could have been dramatic if you had wanted to ;).
Harle shuddered slightly, watching the plague rats scurry through the streets.
"How crude of you to release the vermin,
Their future is simple to determine,
To counter I shall await,
A random act to seal their fate,"
Random was indeed very true. Panicked with the disappearance and zombies and the arrival of large, crowds of peasants fled. In their haste, several cages of exotic birds of prey were knocked loose, setting their inhabitants free. The birds, free, did what all good predators did, they hunted, seeking out the rats.
"How odd, I don't recall,
Making a wish like that at all."
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The town is always bustling with villagers roaming in and out of streets, occasionally stopping at a hut where a friend or neighbour lives. In the center of the town is the market where fresh food, clothing and foreign goods come in to be traded around. North is the barracks where the soldiers reside, though more often then not they are mingling among the crowds too, chatting happily with familiar faces and making sure that trouble isn't afoot. Far north of that is the castle, a large stone building, ringed by a solid wall. When the sun is positioned just right, the walls glowing, making it seem almost magical. The King, Queen and Prince live their, making sure that their kingdom is content and merry. Their many Knights also take up residence there, and are often seen sparring in the courtyards. From time to time they will ride out, with much fanfare, to solve some distant dispute with neighbouring lands.
And so, you arrive in this joyful town. Will you be commonfolk, a man to pledge your sword to the lord, or perhaps a noble to greet the King and chat about pointless matters?
Well, neither. You see, a place so perfect cannot exist in the eyes of the gods, and you, as a god, are to see to it that it does not. So, whisper in the ears of the King, telling him to oppress. Plan revolts by the villagers. Hatch deadly plans of assassination among the Knights. Do whatever you wish. Be good or evil. Be warned though, there are other Gods, and their whims may match your own, or conflict with them.
Rules are quite simple. You are a God. A God of what is up to you. However, you can't be the God of something that someone else is, nor anything very closely related to it (for example, if someone is the God of Knowledge, you can't be the God of Understanding). No godmodding (well, technically, there is, just don't mod any other god). Your power is infinite, but your actions and personality have to match that of the God that you are (AKA, no Gods of War making cuddly hamsters, unless it's for a good reason), so that we have some fun variety. Any NPC can be toyed with at your whim (but for the sake of fun don't just counter anything other people do by changing minds).
Skipping along merrily, travelling in a manner most amusing, was the most unusual lady you could find. Dressed in a vest checkered in red and black, with matching gloves with frilly white lace at the wrists. She wore a tight suit, like that of a jester, that went from her neck to her ankles, with no arms, that was half-red and half-black, the two colours seperated by a slant at the waist, and it was covered in red hearts on the black half, and black spades on the red. Her shoes matched her general ensemble, curled at the toes, one red with black clubs, and one black with red diamonds. To add to the appearance, she wore a checkered harlequinn's cap, complete with the dangling bells, and checkered in the same colours as the rest of her outfit. Finally, there was a half-red, half-black mask that covered only her eyes.
As she approached Pantheus, still a ways off, she leapt into the air, did an impossible spin and somersault, landed daintily upon her toes, suspended a good ten feet in the air, stretched out her arms, opening her mouth wide in proclamation.
"Greetings land of fealty/
I stand 'fore thee in amity.
I Harle bear gifts of rarity/
For god am I of chance, luck and destiny."
She was much too far away from the town to be heard by anyone though, save for perhaps fellow gods.
Strapped to his back was a pike, and within his armor, he seemed to have almost every type of weapon imaginable, indeed, he invented new ones quite frequently and primitively, clubs, spears, swords, anything that could pierce or crush the soft skin of a mortal was enough.
He was the God of War, The One Whose Name Must Not Be Spoken, for calling on him was surely suicide. In his temples full of bloodthirsty barbarians who danced around the stony mountains letting out ululating yelps, he was simply and appropriately known as 'War', although he frequently took on the name 'Darius' on his excursions and battles on the mortal plane.
On his shoulder was a vulture, his avatar and pet, and a silohette of the very same black vulture was emblazoned on his armor.
He stared at the divine lady, scowling, for although he had not seen her before, he knew well enough that she was of the divine creed, that she was a god, and therefore, out of his grasp.
War had come to Pantheus for a simple reason, because peace was there, and that was something he could not stand, to be defied openly in such a way.
This was not about power or anything of the sort, War simply bred and loved his children Chaos and Bloodshed, the simple mortal gesture of slipping a sword across one's throat until they spat out blood was almost heavenly for him, and everywhere he went, he made orphans and widows.
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"Bonjour, bon frere, allo;
Your face I do now know."
She was not in the least disgusted or dismayed by Darius' appearance.
"Bonjour indeed, fellow God...Seems you're of the frivolous type, I never did respect the arts. God of Poetry, I presume? I don't deal with many poets, they don't make good soldiers, and they scream quite affeminetly when you disembowel them. Not what I'm looking for."
He stared off into the distance, the fresh blood on his armor glistening.
"I'm on my way to start a war between Pantheus and some tribes closeby. It'd do the male population some good. What're you going to do, spread your clever little rhymes?"
Darius smirked.
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It spoke, and it had such a sweet voice. "Greetings."
Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it;
Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it..."
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He held himself well. On the back of his robe was a character symbol of the word Ice, which also meant Snow and Winter in the same ancient language. Floating above his left hand was a glass sphere, wherein was a slight sparkling pale blue star. The white leather sandals on his feet left a trail of frost behind him. At his waist was a blade in an ornate silver sheath. It's white metal blade sang at the call of winter. At the pommel of the blade, was a slight elongated silver piece, from which a white ribbon would normally dangle. Instead it spiralled around Ilian's right hand and the sapphire signet on its centre finger.
"Pleasant days and chilling nights," he greeted them.
"The gods, it seems, are growing nigh.
My name be Harle, and joy I try;
For God of Luck am I."
"Hmmmm. It does seem like the others are growing near. That despicable Life, I deliver men out of Life's grasp so splendidly...And Ice...fascinating."
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"More than ice, I am Winter. I am Snow. I am the Wind that Blows on the Coldest of Days. I am Ilian, at your service," he said with a slight flourish.
A slight fog surrounded him.
"Well, that's quite fascinating Ice. I do admire your work, you bring an element of fun to war, I do love watching warriors fight in the sleet, quite desperate and horrendous, and the way blood stains into the slush of the snow...ah, that is truly beautiful. I've seen many battlefields of pink snow."
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"A rose for my admirer," the Ice God said.
He threw it towards Darius.
"Ah, Darius, I've never gotten around to thanking you. Your wars bring many a man unto my grasp." said his chilling voice, not really coming from any direction. He nodded in greeting to the other gods, but first to Life, as they'd not crossed paths in a long time...
WoW is so addictive.
Life and Death, Cheat and Chance, Frost and Rage,
Play well your roles, but do take heed;
None but one can take the lead."
In a sudden instant, Harle disappeared from the gathering of Gods, leaving nothing but golden dust drifting to the ground.
She reappeared above the castle in the same manner, smiling to herself. The games were indeed about to begin, and she would have the pleasure of making the first move.
"No ball, no banquet, how lame,
To arrive without would do me shame."
Harle pouted to herself. What was the good in having such a grand castle without anything exciting happening in it. Her frown soon turned upside down though as messengers suddenly rode out, and she knew their message instantly.
"What luck, what joy: my wish.
Though, one thing I shall perish,
My garb is not for courtly affair,
What ever shall I wear?"
"Show off..."
He caught the ice rose with a smirk, slipping it into his armor.
"Perfect to jab into someone's eyes! It's almost poetic!"
Then he noticed Mephisto, laughing boisterously.
"Ahahahahhaha! Yes, my main customer! Death Himself! I'll be sending you a new load of these peasants in a few days don't worry. I have a grand war in plan. It'll be really quite brutal and splendid."
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"Ahh, Darius, Mephisto, my compatriots, and even you, Ilian. I am glad to see you all. It has been such a long time. Sorry I'm late for the festivities."
He glanced around at the crowd of deities.
"Perhaps you don't recognize me after all these years. I am Ignis. I am... fire."
I̟̥͍̠ͅn̩͉̣͍̬͚ͅ ̬̬͖t̯̹̞̺͖͓̯̤h̘͍̬e͙̯͈̖̼̮ ̭̬f̺̲̲̪i͙͉̟̩̰r̪̝͚͈̝̥͍̝̲s̼̻͇̘̳͔ͅt̲̺̳̗̜̪̙ ̳̺̥̻͚̗ͅm̜̜̟̰͈͓͎͇o̝̖̮̝͇m̯̻̞̼̫̗͓̤e̩̯̬̮̩n͎̱̪̲̹͖t͇̖s̰̮ͅ,̤̲͙̻̭̻̯̹̰ ̖t̫̙̺̯͖͚̯ͅh͙̯̦̳̗̰̟e͖̪͉̼̯ ̪͕g̞̣͔a̗̦t̬̬͓͙̫̖̭̻e̩̻̯ ̜̖̦̖̤̭͙̬t̞̹̥̪͎͉ͅo͕͚͍͇̲͇͓̺ ̭̬͙͈̣̻t͈͍͙͓̫̖͙̩h̪̬̖̙e̗͈ ̗̬̟̞̺̤͉̯ͅa̦̯͚̙̜̮f͉͙̲̣̞̼t̪̤̞̣͚e̲͉̳̥r͇̪̙͚͓l̥̞̞͎̹̯̹ͅi͓̬f̮̥̬̞͈ͅe͎ ̟̩̤̳̠̯̩̯o̮̘̲p̟͚̣̞͉͓e͍̩̣n͔̼͕͚̜e̬̱d̼̘͎̖̹͍̮̠,͖̺̭̱̮ ̣̲͖̬̪̭̥a̪͚n̟̲̝̤̤̞̗d̘̱̗͇̮͕̳͕͔ ͖̞͉͎t̹̙͎h̰̱͉̗e̪̞̱̝̹̩ͅ ̠̱̩̭̦p̯̙e͓o̳͚̰̯̺̱̰͔̘p̬͎̱̣̼̩͇l̗̟̖͚̠e̱͉͔̱̦̬̟̙ ̖͚̪͔̼̦w̺̖̤̱e͖̗̻̦͓̖̘̜r̭̥e͔̹̫̱͕̦̰͕ ̗͔̠p̠̗͍͍̱̳̠r̰͔͎̰o͉̥͓̰͚̥s̟͚̹̱͔̣t͉̙̳̖͖̪̮r̥̘̥͙̹a͉̟̫̟̳̠̟̭t͈̜̰͈͎e̞̣̭̲̬ ͚̗̯̟͙i͍͖̰̘̦͖͉ṇ̮̻̯̦̲̩͍ ̦̮͚̫̤t͉͖̫͕ͅͅh͙̮̻̘̣̮̼e͕̺ ͙l͕̠͎̰̥i̲͓͉̲g̫̳̟͈͇̖h̠̦̖t͓̯͎̗ ̳̪̘̟̙̩̦o̫̲f̙͔̰̙̠ ̹̪̗͇̯t͖̼̼͉͖̬h̹͇̩e͚̖̺̤͉̹͕̪ ͚͓̭̝̺G͎̗̯̩o̫̯̮̟̮̳̘d̜̲͙̠-̩̳̯̲̗̜P̹̘̥͉̝h͍͈̗̖̝ͅa͍̗̮̼̗r̜̖͇̙̺a̭̺͔̞̳͈o̪̣͓̯̬͙̯̰̗h̖̦͈̥̯͔.͇̣̙̝
"I know of you, Ignis. Our realms are counterpart to each other, and we are brothers, in one way or another," Ilian said to the God of Fire.
His eyes looked at the castle.
Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it;
Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it..."
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While the rest of the gods continued to chat, Harle continued to amuse herself with choices of apparel, seeming to have no influence on the land around her - though it was questionable if she really did. In what seemed like no time at all - especially since time and gods have little correlation, save for the God of Time who often stopped by for chats - noble men and women could be seen streaming towards the castle to the grand soiree planned out for them.
He looked simply like some handsome mortal knight perhaps from a foreign land, a vulture on his shoulder.
Splendid place...there must be a surplus of good fighting men to die for me...
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"Come forth, my legions. Slay the living and add them to your ranks."
At first nothing happened, then a few moments later, a single demon came forth. the demon gestured to an unseen army to follow, as he was apparently the leader of said army, and the zombies clamored forth, emitting the vile stench of undeath and of grave soil. They would continue to pour out until Mephisto willed them to stop. The undead legions began the long march to the city.
WoW is so addictive.
What promised to be a grand party was cut short after alarm bells started ringing and soldiers burst into the castle, calling of the attack. Harle, who had just picked out a suitable outfit and was about to make her grand entrance, recieved a massive disappointment as she saw that the festivities were being cancelled by some silly little matter with zombies. Huffing at the unexpected intrusion, she spun about, her attire once again returning to her usual harlequin's gear, and disappeared and reappeared in front of Mephisto.
"Why dost though cause so much trouble?
What fun is this town if it's all turned to rubble?"
Meanwhile, behind her the soldiers arrived to defend the city. The zombies were having a terrible time invading, their clumsy attacks seeming to miss even the easiest swings, and the soldiers were almost always spot on with accuracy.
Mephisto rose his scythe, closing the portal, and as it closed, the remaining zombies turned into a dust that retreated through it. Another flick of the scythe and a single rat appreared from nowhere and ran into the city. This rat bore an unnamed plague that was as deadly as it was contagious, although it took several weeks to kill. The rat made it to the city walls and split into three more rats and entered the city through a crevace in the wall created by the zombies.
WoW is so addictive.
Harle shuddered slightly, watching the plague rats scurry through the streets.
"How crude of you to release the vermin,
Their future is simple to determine,
To counter I shall await,
A random act to seal their fate,"
Random was indeed very true. Panicked with the disappearance and zombies and the arrival of large, crowds of peasants fled. In their haste, several cages of exotic birds of prey were knocked loose, setting their inhabitants free. The birds, free, did what all good predators did, they hunted, seeking out the rats.
"How odd, I don't recall,
Making a wish like that at all."