thank you my dear.
you know, your dreams was the "secret" behind my success, without your "tips" i never reach such knowledge and power!
Pantheon 2.0 - Game Thread
Moderator: Xar
What is the problem my brother?Nor Yekith wrote:Argothoth, what have you done?
Death is the threshold through which life eternal is reached.
Saving Eiran is the main reason for existing.
Embrace Death as the best means towards this goal.
The most powerful god in Eiran Pantheon 2.0
Divine Rank: 11
Total Worshipers and Prevalent Race: 2.411.443 (undead humans)
Saving Eiran is the main reason for existing.
Embrace Death as the best means towards this goal.
The most powerful god in Eiran Pantheon 2.0
Divine Rank: 11
Total Worshipers and Prevalent Race: 2.411.443 (undead humans)
-
Mithyaat Vam
- Elohim
- Posts: 153
- Joined: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:39 am
- Location: Sharp. Distance.
my darling husband,Argothoth wrote:thank you my dear.
you know, your dreams was the "secret" behind my success, without your "tips" i never reach such knowledge and power!
i am happy that i could provide solace and help to you in your great work!
in dreams i walk with you.
your loving wife,
Mithyaat
...and on the last day we feasted, like carrion, on her dreams.
~Irvea - from The Death of Mithyaat Vam
~Irvea - from The Death of Mithyaat Vam
-
O-gon-cho
- The Gap Into Spam
- Posts: 1441
- Joined: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:36 pm
- Location: And closing of the eyes - true vision, The Light within became...Within the Light
“Get your sorry scales off my sands! Your sweat defiles the honor of those who preceded you! Two weeks! In two weeks you’ll know what fatigue is. Maybe then you’ll show some pride in your heritage!”
Weyrling-Master Kavi’s tone was unrelenting as he followed, berating his wearily-trudging charges. Another grueling session on the practice grounds and in the skies over them had been called on account of exhaustion. Wiping sweat from every exposed area of skin, the third-years were staggering back to the coolness of the weyr and its promise of a refreshing massage and swim. All too soon the final tests would take place, and the adolescents would prove their mettle as mature adults. Then, too, the dragonets would have to take on regular duties, being old and strong enough to guard the skies and perform urgent transportation and messenger roles. Two of these were angling absently off from the rest of the class, rapt in conversation that flowed with the ease of long familiarity.
“Zhan,” a male Blue, was overlarge for his age and body type, and a bit awkward on the ground. This was never apparent in the air, of course, where his longer muscles and explosive energy gave him a speed and maneuverability that was the envy of even some of the Browns, normally secure in their superior mating prospects. Now he did his best to hide the weakness he felt after the second workout of the day. Feigning a carelessness he never felt when this close to a female, he addressed his companion.
“I still can’t understand why they put us through the same drills day after day. How is driving us to our knees supposed to make us more self confident? And when are they going to let us try some real flights?”
Zhan emphasized this last to reveal his frustration at being confined to line-of-sight direct flight travel in the local skies, despite recent revelations that a radical new type of teleportation was in fact the right of all dragons of this year’s class. His companion was not impressed.
“Now, Zhanni, you heard the weyrlingmaster! He’d have your hide for a hammock before you shook off the cold of between. You know we can’t jump without more training.”
Zhan shook his head impatiently. Why did Jiayna have to be so consistently levelheaded? She was missing out by buying into the warnings and conservatism of the older ones. How would they know what was possible for a young healthy dragon—weren’t they the ones who had spent their whole lives in ignorance of the very possibility of trans-spatial travel? He would show them, show everyone that he was as good as the adults, not afraid to take advantage of his full abilities. Maybe then Jiayna would cut him some slack.
The object of his regard was at this moment feeling rather nervous and confused. Jiayna was a Green who had not Impressed a rider, and felt that there was something a bit morally suspect about leaving behind the warm world of sun and sky just to speed up a trip. Never mind the way the gift had been revealed; not only had the ancient scriptures held the severest injunctions on this esoteric practice, but the recent arrival of a shaman with his stories of chaos and power had almost cavalierly exposed many such pearls to swine—well to dragons of lesser and greater judgment, certainly. Now her best friend was hinting that he’d like to violate the ban on jumping through space. Jiayna hoped that Zhan would show some self-restraint. They were both too young to risk injury, or worse, censure from the weyr councils.
As they walked away from the protected lee of the weyr’s practice grounds and hatching sands, the two found themselves gaining in altitude even as the sun began its slow recline toward evening’s horizon. Soon they would gain the crest of the ridge, whence they could gaze fondly down upon the safety of childhood and hearth, or turn to the wide lands beyond in eager anticipation of challenge, adventure, and freedom.
Zhan’s thoughts drifted over his relationship with Brecht Oldt, his bonded rider since hatching. The young human was hardly dragonish in his tastes and appetites, preferring ornament and style to simplicity and substance. Yet the nature of the telepathic bond they shared made being radically different an impossibility. He knew the need to devour fresh meat and to soar skyward as if he had fangs and wings of his own.
That was why he had been so difficult today during practice. Every time a female passed within his peripheral vision, Brecht’s attention would flicker. That was about as precisely as Zhan could put it, an imperceptible sharpening of will and intention that made young ladies seem clearer than the world in which they walked. It was disturbing to Zhan, who did not always share Brecht’s interest in the Greens they rode. Worse, it was sufficiently distracting to make their timing and positions sloppy under the hawk-like vision of the weyrling master. They were hardly the worst offenders on that hot afternoon, pushed as the whole class was to the limits of endurance, but the extra work the two had garnered in of their usual commendations was nauseating, literally.
Brecht and Zhan were just beginning to recover their collective appetite as they topped the ridge. It figured: there was never any time to appreciate the moment when you’re a teenager.
Riderless Jiayna was the first to emerge from the narrow defile that formed the final approach to the overlook where they had decided to stop. Carved by some unknown geologic process or forgotten ancient culture, the passage had the effect of making the travelers claustrophobic just as they approached the broadest vista available for a hundred leagues in any direction. Now, as they emerged from the lengthening shadows into the russet glow of an endless panorama, she caught her breath.
“Now I remember why we always love coming here, Zhanni! It feels like we’re alone with the sky!”
Zhan smiled inwardly just as Brecht broke out in a grin. A dragon smiling was about as friendly-looking as a coffin full of twelve-inch steel spikes, and produced about the same reaction in most folks: panicked flight. Yet there were some happy memories here, and it was good to see joy in Jiayna’s aura. There was quiet talk behind their backs, hopelessly premature of course, about the next mating and what might become of their lifelong friendship. She was a comfort, to be sure, and no-one knew him as well, except for Brecht, of course. Yet he couldn’t really see himself lusting for her as the older males had hinted in the post-workout banter within the privacy of the bathing caves.
Picking up on the trailing edge of his reverie, Brecht chimed in—“Beautiful, huh?”
“What?”
“The sunset, I mean. It’s beautiful. And the view isn’t bad either,” Brecht nodded toward the expanse of open world, just past Jiayna’s softly curved shoulder.
As Zhan snorted, Jiayna broke into their repartee with a lilting invitation.
“C’mon, Zhan, it’s almost sundown!”
They sat peacefully beside one another, with Brecht almost forgotten, for the better part of an hour, till the lands on the far side of the world were blotted out, and all that remained was the gleaming fields and clouds of their familiar lands on the home side of the ridge. Not for no reason was this region known as the Valley of Celestial Harmonies, and this evening all did indeed seem right and in accord.
Weyrling-Master Kavi’s tone was unrelenting as he followed, berating his wearily-trudging charges. Another grueling session on the practice grounds and in the skies over them had been called on account of exhaustion. Wiping sweat from every exposed area of skin, the third-years were staggering back to the coolness of the weyr and its promise of a refreshing massage and swim. All too soon the final tests would take place, and the adolescents would prove their mettle as mature adults. Then, too, the dragonets would have to take on regular duties, being old and strong enough to guard the skies and perform urgent transportation and messenger roles. Two of these were angling absently off from the rest of the class, rapt in conversation that flowed with the ease of long familiarity.
“Zhan,” a male Blue, was overlarge for his age and body type, and a bit awkward on the ground. This was never apparent in the air, of course, where his longer muscles and explosive energy gave him a speed and maneuverability that was the envy of even some of the Browns, normally secure in their superior mating prospects. Now he did his best to hide the weakness he felt after the second workout of the day. Feigning a carelessness he never felt when this close to a female, he addressed his companion.
“I still can’t understand why they put us through the same drills day after day. How is driving us to our knees supposed to make us more self confident? And when are they going to let us try some real flights?”
Zhan emphasized this last to reveal his frustration at being confined to line-of-sight direct flight travel in the local skies, despite recent revelations that a radical new type of teleportation was in fact the right of all dragons of this year’s class. His companion was not impressed.
“Now, Zhanni, you heard the weyrlingmaster! He’d have your hide for a hammock before you shook off the cold of between. You know we can’t jump without more training.”
Zhan shook his head impatiently. Why did Jiayna have to be so consistently levelheaded? She was missing out by buying into the warnings and conservatism of the older ones. How would they know what was possible for a young healthy dragon—weren’t they the ones who had spent their whole lives in ignorance of the very possibility of trans-spatial travel? He would show them, show everyone that he was as good as the adults, not afraid to take advantage of his full abilities. Maybe then Jiayna would cut him some slack.
The object of his regard was at this moment feeling rather nervous and confused. Jiayna was a Green who had not Impressed a rider, and felt that there was something a bit morally suspect about leaving behind the warm world of sun and sky just to speed up a trip. Never mind the way the gift had been revealed; not only had the ancient scriptures held the severest injunctions on this esoteric practice, but the recent arrival of a shaman with his stories of chaos and power had almost cavalierly exposed many such pearls to swine—well to dragons of lesser and greater judgment, certainly. Now her best friend was hinting that he’d like to violate the ban on jumping through space. Jiayna hoped that Zhan would show some self-restraint. They were both too young to risk injury, or worse, censure from the weyr councils.
As they walked away from the protected lee of the weyr’s practice grounds and hatching sands, the two found themselves gaining in altitude even as the sun began its slow recline toward evening’s horizon. Soon they would gain the crest of the ridge, whence they could gaze fondly down upon the safety of childhood and hearth, or turn to the wide lands beyond in eager anticipation of challenge, adventure, and freedom.
Zhan’s thoughts drifted over his relationship with Brecht Oldt, his bonded rider since hatching. The young human was hardly dragonish in his tastes and appetites, preferring ornament and style to simplicity and substance. Yet the nature of the telepathic bond they shared made being radically different an impossibility. He knew the need to devour fresh meat and to soar skyward as if he had fangs and wings of his own.
That was why he had been so difficult today during practice. Every time a female passed within his peripheral vision, Brecht’s attention would flicker. That was about as precisely as Zhan could put it, an imperceptible sharpening of will and intention that made young ladies seem clearer than the world in which they walked. It was disturbing to Zhan, who did not always share Brecht’s interest in the Greens they rode. Worse, it was sufficiently distracting to make their timing and positions sloppy under the hawk-like vision of the weyrling master. They were hardly the worst offenders on that hot afternoon, pushed as the whole class was to the limits of endurance, but the extra work the two had garnered in of their usual commendations was nauseating, literally.
Brecht and Zhan were just beginning to recover their collective appetite as they topped the ridge. It figured: there was never any time to appreciate the moment when you’re a teenager.
Riderless Jiayna was the first to emerge from the narrow defile that formed the final approach to the overlook where they had decided to stop. Carved by some unknown geologic process or forgotten ancient culture, the passage had the effect of making the travelers claustrophobic just as they approached the broadest vista available for a hundred leagues in any direction. Now, as they emerged from the lengthening shadows into the russet glow of an endless panorama, she caught her breath.
“Now I remember why we always love coming here, Zhanni! It feels like we’re alone with the sky!”
Zhan smiled inwardly just as Brecht broke out in a grin. A dragon smiling was about as friendly-looking as a coffin full of twelve-inch steel spikes, and produced about the same reaction in most folks: panicked flight. Yet there were some happy memories here, and it was good to see joy in Jiayna’s aura. There was quiet talk behind their backs, hopelessly premature of course, about the next mating and what might become of their lifelong friendship. She was a comfort, to be sure, and no-one knew him as well, except for Brecht, of course. Yet he couldn’t really see himself lusting for her as the older males had hinted in the post-workout banter within the privacy of the bathing caves.
Picking up on the trailing edge of his reverie, Brecht chimed in—“Beautiful, huh?”
“What?”
“The sunset, I mean. It’s beautiful. And the view isn’t bad either,” Brecht nodded toward the expanse of open world, just past Jiayna’s softly curved shoulder.
As Zhan snorted, Jiayna broke into their repartee with a lilting invitation.
“C’mon, Zhan, it’s almost sundown!”
They sat peacefully beside one another, with Brecht almost forgotten, for the better part of an hour, till the lands on the far side of the world were blotted out, and all that remained was the gleaming fields and clouds of their familiar lands on the home side of the ridge. Not for no reason was this region known as the Valley of Celestial Harmonies, and this evening all did indeed seem right and in accord.
-
Mistress Cathy
- <i>Haruchai</i>
- Posts: 745
- Joined: Mon Nov 27, 2006 7:32 pm
- Location: Around the world....
The Allfather wrote:[Maeror] delivers to you the souls of the dwarrows who recently died. You then fasten these souls to the fallen meteorites, crafting the race of the Giants, born of star-stone and fire. And from the largest meteorite, still incandescent in its crater, you forge a new, mighty body for Cullep, the First of the Giants, your Prophet among them, Attem. The first meeting between Ferax and Attem is tearful, as both brothers realize that they will never again be together as they once used to be, and Cullep will never again work closely alongside Ferax, for now Attem's charge are the Giants, who leave their ancient homes with tears in their newborn eyes, knowing in their hearts, even before Attem's words, that Magoddar is no longer their home, and that they must seek one elsewhere, and their wives, daughters, husbands, sons, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters... all these things are to be left behind forever. As the Giants sorrowfully depart, Attem turns to look one last time at the majestic peaks of Magoddar, where he was twice born and once slain, and weeps openly, as do all the other Giants. And as their multitude of tears falls upon the stony ground, grass and flowers seem to sprout to mark the place where the Giants saw Magoddar for the last time
Said she, "What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow."
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow."
-
The Fallen
- Servant of the Land
- Posts: 4
- Joined: Sat May 12, 2007 7:15 am
Argothoth has just left the great chamber of bones where the oath took place, and lo!, the angels awakened by The Fallen arrive.
"My children..." The night-winged, crimson god welcomes them.
But from the angelic hosts one steps forth determinedly, his gazed fixed upon his parent, his eyes filled with questions.
"Father, I am your son, true, but... who am I?"
The Fallen is surprised by such deep thoughts from a newborn being, just awakened by divine power... obviously a spark of the divine is left in him, more than the others.
"You have no name, my son... you are the embodiment of the power Argothoth awoke to bring me back to the world, the power which tore the Black Curtain which kept my consciousness separated from my divine essence. But I can fulfill your wish, my son."
The Fallen thinks for a moment, seeking a name worthy of his most divine son.
"You are Atharidan, my son. You bear the name of the ancient god of Strength, in honor of the holy might which flows more powerful in you than in any of your brothers, and draws you closer to me, to the divine. You will be my Prophet, my son, and you will be my voice in Eiran. Thus, Atharidan you shall be, now and forevermore."
"My children..." The night-winged, crimson god welcomes them.
But from the angelic hosts one steps forth determinedly, his gazed fixed upon his parent, his eyes filled with questions.
"Father, I am your son, true, but... who am I?"
The Fallen is surprised by such deep thoughts from a newborn being, just awakened by divine power... obviously a spark of the divine is left in him, more than the others.
"You have no name, my son... you are the embodiment of the power Argothoth awoke to bring me back to the world, the power which tore the Black Curtain which kept my consciousness separated from my divine essence. But I can fulfill your wish, my son."
The Fallen thinks for a moment, seeking a name worthy of his most divine son.
"You are Atharidan, my son. You bear the name of the ancient god of Strength, in honor of the holy might which flows more powerful in you than in any of your brothers, and draws you closer to me, to the divine. You will be my Prophet, my son, and you will be my voice in Eiran. Thus, Atharidan you shall be, now and forevermore."
We are the Forgotten Ones, touched by a divine spark. Within the Despair of unmoving solitude beyond godly death's Shroud of Darkness we understand the true essence of divinity; blood is the witness to our heritage, accompanying us in all the choices of our existence, beginning with life and continuing with undeath.
Through the pulsating divine blood we discover the holy strength which allows us to defeat our enemies, and grants us power and immortality.
Through the pulsating divine blood we discover the holy strength which allows us to defeat our enemies, and grants us power and immortality.
-
Injerian Praetus II
- <i>Haruchai</i>
- Posts: 640
- Joined: Thu May 06, 2004 12:12 pm
- Location: The Koronus Expanse
The realm of Yekithii belongs to the King, and thus, to me. I have mutated every living thing there, as well as shaping the rock, soil and rivers. The sky now radiates the same beautiful aura that bathes Nor Pupae. Thus, everyone else barring myself and Melirelle, will find the lands inhospitable. However, if this does not suffice as a warning, then perhaps threats will: I will devastate anyone who ventures into my lands without permission. Crossing Yekithii's borders will be seen as an act of war, and my armies will retaliate.
I wish only for peace, but I am all the more willing to defend my lands and interests with force.
I wish only for peace, but I am all the more willing to defend my lands and interests with force.
"Oh of course," the Navigator said with faint mocking in his voice, "you have probably heard of House Praetus. We have a palace on Holy Terra. Like all powerful groups, we also have our enemies. Do you honestly think someone like you matters?" - A dissolute noble.
-
Astavyastataa Kadna
- Bloodguard
- Posts: 925
- Joined: Mon Apr 16, 2007 11:57 am
My cousins, I apologize for any unauthorized actions of my followers ... I will turn them over to you for Justice. I will submit to Lord Adomorn's decision on reparations for these unauthorized attacks. *deep bows*
As to Nor's professions of Peace. Behold from the AllFather:
As to the absence of Melirelle power ... did Nor do this without your support, Goddess of the Earth?
As to Nor's professions of Peace. Behold from the AllFather:
Does that sound like someone who is interested in peace? Whose lands will be next?Your followers, in your hidden sietch south of the desert, wake up one day to see the sky growing purple and ominous, with violet lightning striking violently the heaving ground, which trembles and shakes as if mortally wounded, even as the air grows thicker like molasses, and horrendous shrieks pierce the atmosphere. With a terrible groan that causes many of your followers to go mad, the very ground beneath their feet shifts and changes, covered and bathed with mutating energy flowing from Nor Yekith, ensuring that all life above it is taken in its grasp. You discern no sign of Melirelle's power in this horrendous act, but Nor Yekith's might is definitely to blame: no living being in the southern part of Immeril survives entirely unscathed, and many of your people go insane or are terrified of what happened. From the edge of the desert northwards, there is no sign of any mutation involved.
As to the absence of Melirelle power ... did Nor do this without your support, Goddess of the Earth?
-
Injerian Praetus II
- <i>Haruchai</i>
- Posts: 640
- Joined: Thu May 06, 2004 12:12 pm
- Location: The Koronus Expanse
As far as I know, the land belonged to no one. If your followers went insane, that is their own fault for being so weak minded.
I find it ironic that the god of chaos and destruction tries to point out the hypocrisy of my statements (regarding peace).
I find it ironic that the god of chaos and destruction tries to point out the hypocrisy of my statements (regarding peace).
"Oh of course," the Navigator said with faint mocking in his voice, "you have probably heard of House Praetus. We have a palace on Holy Terra. Like all powerful groups, we also have our enemies. Do you honestly think someone like you matters?" - A dissolute noble.
-
Astavyastataa Kadna
- Bloodguard
- Posts: 925
- Joined: Mon Apr 16, 2007 11:57 am
If you claim an accident, God of Malice ... then release them to me! Restore their forms and leave them unaffected ... I will relocated them to a more seemly location. Or, is this what you plan to do to others? If you can so easily affect half of a continent, what prevents you from attacking any other lands in like fashion?!Nor Yekith wrote:As far as I know, the land belonged to no one. If your followers went insane, that is their own fault for being so weak minded.
I find it ironic that the god of chaos and destruction tries to point out the hypocrisy of my statements (regarding peace).
-
O-gon-cho
- The Gap Into Spam
- Posts: 1441
- Joined: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:36 pm
- Location: And closing of the eyes - true vision, The Light within became...Within the Light
Brethren, wiser deities than I warned me it was foolish to throw open the Hatching to candidates from followers of all the Pantheon, without allowing them to bring the protection of their deity with them. What was feared occured. As the AllFather informed me:
m'l-rd Nor Yekith, if found, I beg your indulgence, and request they be returned non-Improved to your standards.
Jonx is under guard, both by dragon, Rider and human from Adomorn's followers. But, the only discipline I know of was the one I discussed previously. Since Jonx did not stand the grounds, he did not Impress. So separating him from a hatchling to suffer the resultant madness will not happen. I will gladly accept advice on this matter, or will willingly turn him over to Adomorn for Judgement.
I obviously made a mistake in judgement on a colassal scale. And, as I had promised the Pantheon I would do in case of such an occurance, I place myself before the Pantheon for their own interpretation of Justice.
I know not what this will entail. And so I learn one of the hardest lessons in my young life, and hopefully grow stronger and wiser for it.
While it can not undo what was done, I offer my sincere apologies and condolences to Adomorn, Jove, and Undine on the loss of their followers. I have sent several dragon wings out in search of Vaxxa and Saoto. I hope to find the young one, Solus, still alive, and the egg that was taken, or the young hatchling if it hatches before being found, both healthy and unmutated, should they mistakenly wander into the lands south. I believe Vaxxa was unaware of the mutation of the land and may drag Calypso and the egg/hatchling that way (although if the egg hatches, I doubt Vaxxa will be able to drag the hatchling anywhere, unless Vaxxa, instead of Solus, Impresses with said hatchling...).The AllFather wrote:Betrayal! Astavyastataa Kadna's four candidates reveal their true colours a few nights after all the candidates convened to Zandarar; within the space of one night, they create chaos and slaughter other candidates, and it is only thanks to Adomorn's candidates and your own that more bloodshed is averted!
Jonx kills Reyna Blaire, from Jove's delegation, in her sleep. Emboldened by this, he also kills Ranulf Crewe, another of Jove's own; however, by the time he has slain Crewe, Adomorn's people have been alerted to this treachery, and he is forced to flee. He is, however, captured and brought back to Zandarar in chains.
Saoto seduces and slays Trieste Bathyscaphe, one of Undine's chosen. Adomorn's chosen and your own people seek him out, but he seems to have disappeared.
Micha Tong attempts to slay one of Adomorn's own, but Adomorn's followers expected an attack from Asta's people, and were at the ready; Micha fights all six of them, but is eventually slain - however, she does manage to slay Allyra (one of Adomorn's) with poison.
Vaxxa Sont kidnaps Calypso Solus, fleeing into the Hatching Grounds and taking an egg with her, running away on horse while everyone sleeps. Your people and Adomorn's chase her, but they only find the horse galloping alone, with no sign of Vaxxa, egg, or child.
m'l-rd Nor Yekith, if found, I beg your indulgence, and request they be returned non-Improved to your standards.
Jonx is under guard, both by dragon, Rider and human from Adomorn's followers. But, the only discipline I know of was the one I discussed previously. Since Jonx did not stand the grounds, he did not Impress. So separating him from a hatchling to suffer the resultant madness will not happen. I will gladly accept advice on this matter, or will willingly turn him over to Adomorn for Judgement.
I obviously made a mistake in judgement on a colassal scale. And, as I had promised the Pantheon I would do in case of such an occurance, I place myself before the Pantheon for their own interpretation of Justice.
I know not what this will entail. And so I learn one of the hardest lessons in my young life, and hopefully grow stronger and wiser for it.
-
Benito Alvarez
- Giantfriend
- Posts: 459
- Joined: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:53 pm
Both Asta and yourselves have given me permission to judge these criminals. They showed no Honor or strength in the manner of their killings.
They acted as cowards, and will be tried as such. They will be executed for their crimes.
Unless Asta or O-gon-cho have any qualms with this, I see it as a fitting sentence.
They acted as cowards, and will be tried as such. They will be executed for their crimes.
Unless Asta or O-gon-cho have any qualms with this, I see it as a fitting sentence.
-
Astavyastataa Kadna
- Bloodguard
- Posts: 925
- Joined: Mon Apr 16, 2007 11:57 am
I agree ... they should meet DESTRUCTION!Lord Adomorn wrote:Both Asta and yourselves have given me permission to judge these criminals. They showed no Honor or strength in the manner of their killings.
They acted as cowards, and will be tried as such. They will be executed for their crimes.
Unless Asta or O-gon-cho have any qualms with this, I see it as a fitting sentence.
I leave them to your decisions ... or I will DESTROY them myself if you so require.
-
Benito Alvarez
- Giantfriend
- Posts: 459
- Joined: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:53 pm
I'm sure my followers can take care of it.
I would also like to point to the Pantheon that the matter was not of O-gon-cho's doing. I wrote fast to get here before she, but even though she feels guilty, it is only because she doesn't yet realizes as we veterans do, that followers can do MANY things that we God wish them not to.
Unless Hedra Iren has any further problems, the matter is finished from my end.
I would also like to point to the Pantheon that the matter was not of O-gon-cho's doing. I wrote fast to get here before she, but even though she feels guilty, it is only because she doesn't yet realizes as we veterans do, that followers can do MANY things that we God wish them not to.
Unless Hedra Iren has any further problems, the matter is finished from my end.
-
O-gon-cho
- The Gap Into Spam
- Posts: 1441
- Joined: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:36 pm
- Location: And closing of the eyes - true vision, The Light within became...Within the Light
:::collapsing in an overwhelmed, emotionally drained heap:::
Between the occurance revealed today by the AllFather, and the occurance of the story I am writing, this past week has been full of sadness for Zandarar. The hatching itself will occur soon (OOC - I have results, but need to write them up), but the weyr needs time to grieve.
My L-rd Adomorn, brother as you insist I call you, I once again prostrate myself before you, which I do not lightly, in respect for the balanced judgement of your ruling. I still feel it is wrong, and wish to seek a way to make restitution for my misjudgement, but I will humbly retreat and attempt to learn from this mistake.
:::second installment in grief tale coming up:::
Between the occurance revealed today by the AllFather, and the occurance of the story I am writing, this past week has been full of sadness for Zandarar. The hatching itself will occur soon (OOC - I have results, but need to write them up), but the weyr needs time to grieve.
My L-rd Adomorn, brother as you insist I call you, I once again prostrate myself before you, which I do not lightly, in respect for the balanced judgement of your ruling. I still feel it is wrong, and wish to seek a way to make restitution for my misjudgement, but I will humbly retreat and attempt to learn from this mistake.
:::second installment in grief tale coming up:::
-
Injerian Praetus II
- <i>Haruchai</i>
- Posts: 640
- Joined: Thu May 06, 2004 12:12 pm
- Location: The Koronus Expanse
The only thing that prevents me from mutating other lands is my benevolence. I had no idea your people were in the southern part of the continent, but as I stated earlier that I had intentions of expanding my kingdom, you should have been more careful to protect them, or at least ask me if I would move any of your people out the region.Astavyastataa Kadna wrote:If you claim an accident, God of Malice ... then release them to me! Restore their forms and leave them unaffected ... I will relocated them to a more seemly location. Or, is this what you plan to do to others? If you can so easily affect half of a continent, what prevents you from attacking any other lands in like fashion?!Nor Yekith wrote:As far as I know, the land belonged to no one. If your followers went insane, that is their own fault for being so weak minded.
I find it ironic that the god of chaos and destruction tries to point out the hypocrisy of my statements (regarding peace).
"To my standards." Of course.m'l-rd Nor Yekith, if found, I beg your indulgence, and request they be returned non-Improved to your standards.
Lord Adamorn, what are your people doing in Nor Pupae? Get them out of my realm within the month or they will be fed to the Womb-Pits.
"Oh of course," the Navigator said with faint mocking in his voice, "you have probably heard of House Praetus. We have a palace on Holy Terra. Like all powerful groups, we also have our enemies. Do you honestly think someone like you matters?" - A dissolute noble.
-
Benito Alvarez
- Giantfriend
- Posts: 459
- Joined: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:53 pm
Nor Yekith, I have declared myself (since dropping the domain Conquest) as the protector of those who cannot protect themselves. O-gon-cho has and always will have, first claim to the lands on Immeril. You have forced yourself into another Gods lands, knowlingly I mention, for the purpose of taking said Gods land. To attack another in defense of ones self, or one who is defensless is Honorable. To attack another preemptively against one who has proved themselves a threat is Justified. To attack another for gain or pride is niether.Nor Yekith wrote:The realm of Yekithii belongs to the King, and thus, to me. I have mutated every living thing there, as well as shaping the rock, soil and rivers. The sky now radiates the same beautiful aura that bathes Nor Pupae. Thus, everyone else barring myself and Melirelle, will find the lands inhospitable. However, if this does not suffice as a warning, then perhaps threats will: I will devastate anyone who ventures into my lands without permission. Crossing Yekithii's borders will be seen as an act of war, and my armies will retaliate.
I wish only for peace, but I am all the more willing to defend my lands and interests with force.
This is attack unnacceptable and unJustified. If you do not immediately remove yourself back to the lands that YOU have claim on, you will feel the full force of righteous Justice.