Calais wrote:Hehehehe. Forgive me, for I make mischief.
That kind of thing got mom in a whole lot of trouble, sis.
Calais wrote:May the roots of the forests grow deep and strong within my ground and may the my earth be stable and sure for the life that treads upon it.
That kind of thing got mom in a whole lot of trouble, sis.
Mine is kind-hearted and I am sure that Deva can appreciate the jest. He is of high intelligence and could not possibly mistake my joke for anything other than fun.
Mother was reckless in her ways and the evil world breaker she insulted could not handle her superior wit.
But, even the great Asta appreciated a round of banter with her, even though they tried their best to insult each other.
Don't be such a wet noodle, Zeph. You always were too serious. No doubt your forests will be as stoic as you. Perhaps Deva will be so good as to bring some life into you as well as to your forests!
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. There is no fear in love; for perfect love cast out fear.
Well, if you want good natured, look to me. I know my older brother well and he can be a bit of an oak sometimes. Probably why he is god of the forests. hehehehe
Unzen wrote:
I don't have a long pedigree. You might say that I am my own ancestor.
A very good thing to be.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. There is no fear in love; for perfect love cast out fear.
ahhhh, gods and goddessing ... all of you seem to appreciate Life! I great you all . And yes, goddess of the earth ... I well enjoy banter! Perhaps I will be as good as this one you name Asta!
I will enjoy bringing my support of Life to this world! And look forward to supporting my Pantheon brothers and sisters as well!
As to this Dwarrow ale ... it is new to me! I will have to try some ... and see how this 'ale' supports Life!
It would be nice if some of the other gods would join us and become acquainted.
Yes, and as there are three expected who have not yet revealed themselves, I am beginning to get concerned. Perhaps the holiday season in another realm of existance affects their ability to ascend prophets. Yet I have an intense desire for them to make themselves known.
In the Nouka realm, intrigue, conspiracy and homicide are a way of life. Amongst the High Lords and High King there is much more going on behind the scenes than there is on the surface of any given interaction. Only the strong and the clever survive.
It is common practice for all those of wealth and means to employ guards with great pomp and circumstance while the true power lies with the groups of elite assassins that guide the fate of politics and life. These groups are never outwardly spoken of, merely whispered of and rumored of. But they exist, all members known only to each other in a single group and they are each guised in the trappings of court members. Among these rumors, one man has become to be legend. He is said to be the deadliest, the cruelest and the most cunning of assassins ever known in the kingdom. His true name unknown, he is simply called Agony.
Father Herald, spiritual advisor to the High King holds many secrets and many passions. His greatest passion is exploring the furthest reaches of his true craft, his true calling. In his quest for knowledge and understanding he had begun experimenting his own techniques for pain upon himself. What better way to understand how the pain affects the victim than to bring it upon himself. His experiments brought him closer and closer to understanding and more and more tolerant to levels of pain and so he kept on pushing.
Keev smelled his sweat and blood and pain and passion. She rejoiced but she waited. He was not yet ready.
Strung up on hooks, the pain intense, he came to the brink of death. He floated on waves of pain so intense they rolled over into waves of pleasure that crashed back down into pain. His mind was blank but for the pain. She came to him and cradled him in her arms, the pain and pleasure ceased and he fell limp, his mind whirling with confusion.
"I have need of you." she said.
"Who are you?" he thought in his tortured mind.
"I am she that you seek, the one who will help you find mastery over pain until you are all but invincible."
"What is it you want from me?" he asked.
"Only what you are willing to give." she replied.
"I don't understand." he cried.
"I want your love and devotion my dearest. I need you to find others like you who wish to learn the ways of pain and pleasure. You must find them for me and bring them to me." she commanded. "For this you will be richly rewarded by my favours, an assassin more powerful than all others and the master of your own physicality. I will also return you to life. Do you wish this?" she queried.
"I am dead?" he whispered.
"I can change this if you pledge your soul to me." she said smiling.
"I want it with all of my being, it is all I have ever wanted. Command me mistress, for I am yours forever." he vowed.
"So be it." she spoke and he was returned to his body.
He awakened upon the floor on a cold canvas. He felt his whole body come alive with a rush like fire and sat up. His two companions who had assisted him in his suspension screamed and jumped back in shock.
"How can this be?" breathed Anitu. Her skin looked waxy and stretched under the tear tracks that bathed her cheeks. "You were dead for half an hour." she whispered.
"I have seen our savior and she has seen fit to save me." he replied cryptically.
Deva, I have not seen your name before in the stories of the gods that my father and mother told me. You are as new as we.
. And yes, goddess of the earth ... I well enjoy banter! Perhaps I will be as good as this one you name Asta! 
A useful talent!
