Kevin's Watch

Ordine Naturale, it amuses me that you speak here of a Great Hall of Justice where all our brothers and sisters may meet together to see justice delivered. I smile to myself as you encourage us all to join you in a Council of War to discuss the dangers our brother Nephirthos represents. For whilst you say these things in public when in private your followers have perpetrated vile acts against my children.

Your prophet Potenza has approached my prophetess Solina and urged her to spurn my embrace and follow you. Are there not enough people in all the world to become your followers that you must attempt to steal, not just the children, but the clerics, of your brothers?

However, the travesty does not end there. What you did not know is that Solina was not only my prophetess but also my consort, for love has risen between us since first we met. Thus, whilst the words of Potenza were filled with your power, Solina had the power to resist and so, instead of surrendering to your prophet’s words the battle of divinities caused her to descend into madness. Her body remains, but her mind is gone.

Not only this, but Potenza berated Solina for our treatment of Astuzia, a heretic whose preaching in my name was driving away many of my children. I know that Astuzia in truth followed another god, and Potenza’s knowledge of him suggests that that god was you.

Through all this, I have heard no word from you; no explanation, no apology for the actions of your followers. Are you simply rude, or have you planned my downfall from the time when we all first ascended to divinity? Do you condone the behaviour of you prophet? Did you instigate his actions? And the heretic Astuzia? Was his true loyalty to you? Did you send him to preach false teachings in my name?

You speak as if our brother Nephirthos is the gravest danger we and our brothers have yet faced, but Nephirthos is what he is – the Lord of Mailce. None of us doubted that he would not cause strife. The greater danger I believe, is the evil that hides behind a mask of goodness. However, I know that I may be mistaken about you and your intentions, so I invite you to give me answer before our brothers and sister that we may know you.

You have stated that justice shall find Nephirthos eventually. Perhaps you will need to be found as well, though such a thought brings great sorrow. I await your reply.

Movahl,

i think you will agree with me that since our ascension to the heavans there are many things that are new to us. much has been explained, but also, much must be learned through experience and error.

my prophet, Potenza, and I extend our deep sorrow for your, and all of our loss, with the destruction of the mind of Solina. suffice to say, it was never my intention. this tragedy is something that will live with both of us for the rest of time. being my sphere of influence, i deem this pain we feel to be proper justice for our actions. i am sorry, lord.

i would also point out, however, that a God of Healing may have some say on whether Solina can be made whole again. if you are to persue this thought, then i am willing to play as full a role as you wish as further reperations.

ultimately though, my dogma allows a certain ammount of... liberalism... in the respect of where i search for my worshipers. i cannot preach that taking is acceptable for personal gain and then completely disavow someone that attempts to steal the followers of others. the end result of their actions may result in a form of punishment , natural(as in the case of Potenza), devine or man-made, but the action in and of itself is not evil my friend.

in this respect, while i claimed no knowledge of Astuzia's actions, i do not, indeed cannot, criticise them unless thier result was to the physical or emotional detrement of someone.

i have no wish for conflict and you may contact me regarding the possible healing of your Prophetess,

Ordine Naturale

I will need to ponder your words my brother, though I do thank you for your kind words and your offer of aid in healing my love.

I will however, ask for some small clarification - are you saying that the heretic Astuzia was not your follower, or that he was but that you had no knowledge of his actions?

Movahl

Astuzia was, most certainly, one of my priests. i apologise for the lack of clarity.

his actions were not of devine decree and the time i became aware of them was shortly before Potenza initiated contact with your prophetess. My intention was to forewarn both Solina and Astuzia against the mis-application of justice in revenge. this is not the way toward enlightenment.

at the time, and as a result of this contact, the temptation to have Solina live her life under my wing was too great. i now see the error of this logic, not just in its practical application on this occasion but from a moral standpoint. the choices of mortals cannot be influenced in this way by the gods if we are to create an existance that functions.

remember, we are Gods, but we are young Gods.

Ordine Naturale

*sashays into Pantheon*

Greetings, darling brothers (or non-brothers? ) It's taken me a while to collect myself - you know, taking care of the planet's needs means I'm away often. Once I've set the natural order of things, of course, it tends to do quite nicely on its own, unless mortalkind interfere and create imbalances which I must address with the odd natural disaster, just to show them who's REALLY in charge 'round here...

oh, and I have a lovely story to relate to y'all...grab a pint and hunker down by the fireside...

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He stumbled out of the tavern; dishevelled, scruffy but undeniably handsome. He blinked as the tavern goon gave him a shove that sent him reeling into the gutter. Reflexes of a cat, he managed to roll aside and avoid landing face first into a pile of horse manure. He staggered to his feet, gave the tavern goon a sour grimace, mouthed a few slurred expletives and made his shambling way back toward the seedy room he rented in the cheap side of the village.

He pulled the ragged remnants of his coat about his tall, lean frame, trying to keep the worst of the wind’s chill from his skin. Squinting against an icy rain, he turned down the muddy sidestreet. His long hair was plastered to his head, and he flicked wayward strands from his eyes, peering into the gloom, trying to recognise which hovel led to his bed and the dry comfort of intoxicated oblivion.

An incandescent golden glow on the periphery of his blurred vision commanded his attention. He turned toward the light, instinctively reaching into his back pocket for his hunting knife. Inebriated as he was, his senses were alert to the possibility of attack at all times. Strange things had been occurring, malice and chaos in unprecedented proportions. Which is why he was there - to investigate these occurrences. So far, he was miserably inept in his attempts to locate the source of the chaos. Which is also why he had spent the entire evening imbibing distilled liquids; to wipe, or at least dull, the memories of his most recent failures.

Keeping close to the wall of the building, he approached the eerie luminescence with caution. Then his eyes went very wide, and the knife dropped from his hand.

The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen stood before him, wreathed in that pale glow...no, that glow was emanating from her, surrounding her, bringing light to dark places. Her long platinum hair waved in a supernatural breeze, and her emerald gaze caught his and held it unwavering. He inhaled once, and dropped to his knees when she smiled at him - gods, a smile that would melt the very polar icecaps with its delicious warmth.

He rasped, “I’m hallucinating or I’m dead, right? You’re an angel...” He found that tears were involuntarily flowing down his unshaven cheeks.

She laughed, the sound of soft silver bells and raindrops, and held her delicate white hand out to him. “Not an angel, dearest Rydnick. Bit higher in the ranks, actually. And no, you’re not dead...well, not yet anyways.”

He gaped as he took her proffered hand, warm and soft as a child’s. Regaining his feet, he asked with a hint of suspicion, “Then how is it you know my name, lady? I do not remember giving it.”

Her luminous eyes twinkled with merriment. “You gotta think higher in the immortal realms than ‘angel’, sweetling.” Her voice was like a lover’s caress and he felt a flush of involuntary lust. “I’m not usually inclined to descend to the mortal realms, but I have need of you. Almost as much as you have need of me right now...” She raised one eyebrow, a wry expression on her exquisite face. “Had a few too many ales tonight, my darling?” as she levitated his knife back into his pocket.

He was drunk, but not so overcome with the effects that he didn’t splutter over her almost proprietary tone and her tricksy little display of power. “Not that it’s any of your business, sweetcheeks. It’s my liver and I’ll die if I want to.” He hiccuped once and released her hand, squinting against her strange luminosity as if it burned his eyes to look at her. “Who the heck are you, sister? And what do you want with me?”

She gave him one of those killer smiles again, and his resolve to be unaffected by her began to crumble. When she brought her face closer to his, he almost swooned. She whispered almost conspiratorially, “I’m Elauradaneth, Goddess of Beauty, Nature and Majick. My brother Gods and I have a small problem we need to deal with. A problem which can only be solved with mortal ingenuity and immortal intervention. It was decided to ...er, recruit...yes, that’s it! Recruit our followers to assist us in this undertaking...”

“Followers?” he drawled. “I’m not a follower of any god or goddess, baby. Nice knife trick, but any sideshow charlatan can do that. You’ll have to do better than that to impress me, doll.” He folded his arms across his chest and gave her a dimpled leer.

Elauradaneth rolled her eyes. “Oh, really, Ryddi! How childish of you, darling...” as she raised her arms.

The roiling clouds above her suddenly exploded, and she grasped two forks of lightning that struck her. She balled the lightning in her hands, compressing it into a white-hot spark. She blew gently on the spark; it flew apart and fluttered down to the ground like a silver snowfall. Elauradaneth dusted her hands, fluffed her hair and said, ‘Is that more to your taste, love, or would you like me to level the northern mountain range with a mere wave of my hand?”

He fell to the ground again. He knew what he had witnessed could not be a mere trick, and that he was indeed in the presence of an Immortal. “Oh...kayyy,” he said, stunned into sobriety. “I’m a believer...now.”

Elaura clapped her hands like a delighted child. “Yay, I knew you’d come around! Well, come on then...follow me. We’ve got a lot to do before the sun rises.”



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Isn't my Ryddi a darling? Ooh, he's so cute when he's angry...

Now that you have shown the world your beauty, none will wonder why I Love you so madly!

Ah, Bhakti my sweet! I had to reveal myself in a way that all males could understand! Mortal AND immortal!

Always a pleasure to see our Pantheon grow. Welcome my Lady, and welcome also my Lord of War.

I would like to make it known that, in my eternal quest for Knowledge, and the willingness of Ordine Naturale to share such Knowledge, I have dispatched Clerics to share with his followers the knowledge of history and law that they seek, and to assist in the compilation of a Codex dedicated to his teachings, increasing the spread of Knowledge between all.

--Avatar

One of my followers got it into his head to write a Codex, containing all of my dogma, tenets, and words of wisdom. I find this kind of thing to be very dangerous, and would rather no such book exist. However, I suppose worshippers do these things, and would likely try again and again. So I used my Divine Rank point to make sure it was done right!

So the age-old question, Who wrote the Book of Love?, is finally answered! All may rejoice! Anyone interested may read it. The ruins my people found have been studied by Avatar's people, and a large building has been turned into a Library. The original copy of the Book of Love can be found there.

Copies are also available. Ask, and ye shall receive.

My thanks to Bhakti for his willingness to share this Knowledge. In the spirit of the Love of Knowledge that is so central to the tenets of my own worshippers, copies of the Book of Love are also available in all centres of learning administered by my followers.

Should any mortals wish to study the teachings of Bhakti, simply make an enquiry with your nearest Librarian. Knowledge exists for the good of all.

--Avatar

And if you act now, I'll throw in a pair of His & Her t-shirts that say
MAKE LOVE UNTIL YOU PASS OUT, AND EVEN WHEN YOU REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS, YOU CAN'T REALLY WALK RIGHT FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS. AT WHICH POINT, START AGAIN!

ooooh goody! I'll have the hers T-shirt in baby-doll capped sleeve style (medium) and the 'his' shirt in "tall"....for Ryddi! hahaha!

Elfgirl wrote:ooooh goody! I'll have the hers T-shirt in baby-doll capped sleeve style

Um, your order will have to be delayed. As soon as we get a God of Fashion, I ask him what the hell you're talking about.

Oh Bhakti, darling...you're so fashion challenged.

Just make sure the shirt is TIGHT, dear. And...er, white?

Tight and white I can do! Most happily!!

Chaos and mayhem, war and hate are tearing the world apart! While the gods of war and chaos grow powerful, the gods of love and peace grow weak, and cataclysms wrack the land! Madwomen arise to divinity through the unwitting effort of deities, and demons plague the world!

The deadline for turn 5 is on saturday, 12 am GMT.

My fellow Deities. A grave threat has arisen that in the long run, will pose danger to us all.

Each of you has recieved a communication from me, requesting that you join me in exerting your influence and energy in one of two vital tasks...either the destruction of the demon host, or the sealing of the rift forever.

I fear that if we do not do so, then our own existence will be imperilled, for without worshippers, we will dwindle and die.

I implore you all, lay aside petty rivalries and jealousies, and join me according to your abilities in sealing the rift or destroying the demon hordes.

I speak for the good of all.

--Avatar

Maeror wishes to inform his fellow deities in a small matter he has concern over. A group of followers of his have taken upon themselves the belief that they should create tragedy in their service to me. In response I have rejected claim upon these men, and anathema has been called upon them. If they are encountered by any followers of mine they shall be arrested. I would request that your followers also be instructed to oppose these violent and cruel men, and that they be turned over to my priests if captured. Those who aid my followers in this small matter may benefit from my gratitude.

Hail to the gods !
My brothers , I'm in danger even more than you.
I've got to deal with a crusade made by the followers of Amplarx.
In this place I ask for the help of Amplarx himself!

Amplarx, I know, my friend, that you couldn't be the cause of that crusade. My followers are now preparing for battle but I hope that you can discourage your worshipers to continue this crusade.
If it is not so, I will find myself in need to fighting against your followers.

As you all can see, If I will must face that war, I cannot send troops to stop the advance of the daemons orde. If the crusade against me will be stopped, than I will be honoured to send troops to fight at the side of you my friends!

Again, Amplarx, please guide your worshipers on the right path, enlight their minds and stop that crusade ! Fight against you is the last thing that I wanto to do!