This God seemed angry, yes. Very angry. Rage-filled, even. But this was not the cold, calculating mastermind that Agni had been led to believe resided in this strange pit, who had set out armies to destroy the mortals and who plotted the deaths of Gods. That God would have been worth destroying Quite to the contrary, this God seemed to teeter on the edge of insanity itself, raging at percieved faults and... general impossibilities. This was who Zebus wanted to destroy? Visions of the death of the unknown God who had saved him danced before his eyes. Could he witness the death of another Divine? Could he help bring it about? Agni shuddered in revulsion. No. Not yet, at least.
Agni moved his bulk between the two gods.
DeathLord, Stop. I remain unconvinced as to the necessity of this action. Your words are known to me, but this new God is not what I thought. You, God. I am Agni, the FlameLord, although you appear to know this. I do not know your name, however. Who are you, and what may I call you? What is your purpose?
Pruinus slowly flew over the scorched continent, the land seeming to repel her from drawing any closer unless she wished for her very essence to melt away.
Of course, due to her nature she felt somewhat horrified at seeing the land burn. She wished to counter-act the heat and allow the land to stabilze itself for life again, but she represented the opposite end of spectrum, would her actions help or only make matters worse? Nevertheless, she would act. Perhaps she was being selfish, as she knew not whether she could help but simply watching made her feel anxious, she was acting simply because she had to.
As her hand hovered over the distant horizons, a familar chill swept over the land. Another winter began to take place on the burned land, this time the frigid winds did not bring challenge but healing.
The fires that scorched the land began to retreat back into nothingness as frost spread across fields and mountains.
As the cotinent froze in the wake of Winter, the berries that were universally associated with the cold season began to sprout and bloom in plentiful amounts. Usually, the fruit was rarely seen to grow even in Winter and in the cases it did, it was a single sprig in the ground that could be easily missed.
This Winter however, entire fields were dotted with bushes carrying the dark red fruit, providing substance and shielding those who needed it from the cold. There was not much variety, but the mortals had a supply of food that was almost endless.
Pruinus regret this course of action. The Agni'Vohda would suffer from this course of action, but that was necessary. Pruinus felt no malice towards them, but The Agni'Vohda had just enjoyed an age of fire spreading across their lands; if Pruinus had to cause them difficult times in order to benefit the other races, so be it.
1 AP - Command Winter Winter comes once again. It is no colder then the previous, but fires open in the wild across the land seem to wither away and die despite previously having the potential to burn forever. This only affects fire's of a divine origin, allowing normal fires to be constructed for warmth, but unfornately leading to the consquence of...
1 AP - Harm populace: Agni'Vohda The Agni'Vohda, being created by Agni, fit the criteria of divine fire. As such, many Agni'Vohda grow sickly and weak over the course of Winter, leading to many being extinguished all together.
2 AP - Nourish land. Winter berries grow in plentiful amounts across the land, providing a large food source for those who need it, and also drink for those who learn to make drinks from the juices. Fitting Pruinus offer to Zebus in the early days, Winter Berries are said to create wonderful tea when the juices are added. Also, Winter Berries gain a rather supernatural quality of lowering the body temperature of those who consume many, not harming them but allowing them to endure the cold without much difficulty. 4 AP spent from my own pool, 1 AP left for Pruinus, 4/5 for Urru.
A wind rose in the north, which is an entirely odd place for wind to rise. As the elves gathered, they felt that they were being watched, but they saw nothing but the storm. It kicked up snow, and though it was cold, eventually the snow melted into water, water into clouds, and the storm moved south.
From frozen plains to winter forests, the storm moved, and from under layers of snow, dead leaves and dust and branches were added to the stormwall as it passed. As it went it grew, expanding until it stretched from east to west.
The stormwall hit, and those that had not sought sheltered suffered from piercing ice, slicing leaves, and impaling branches. But the wall passed quickly, and behind it fell nourishing rain, warm and soothing to the touch. Lavaflows cracked and split as roots dug deep, and trees and grasses grew up through the waste. Corpses decomposed and in their place new life arose.
Within the storm a presence watched and felt sorrow. It thought to itself, This is what happens when petty gods refuse to yield to life. It is a lesson I tried and failed to teach, and here is the result.
Within the storm, a memory of the past wished to reassert itself, but Brother Branch pushed it down. Attempting to assert order by force had not worked. Now was the time to try to earn respect through deed.
Eventually the storm reached the southern edge of the continent. It had expended itself, and was no more.
2AP Claim Domain: Storms 1AP Nourish: The rain helps restore the environments to their previous state and to wash away the traces of the invasion
Queen Gisa, Lady of Thawhold, Second of Four, looked north at the glacier. This mountain of water had always been in the center of the northern realms, as far as memory and tale could tell. She had seen it, back when the First of Four had forged the alliance of elven kingdoms. It was here that the four rulers had met, and it was here that this land was declared the fifth kingdom, impartial and neutral in all affairs.
The elves that lived in the fifth land had been generous with their support. They had no leader to organize their efforts, but they saw how poorly set upon their southern kin were. Now, at least, Gisa and her soldiers had sufficient clothes and food.
Queen Ilsagar, Lady of Iceheim, First of Four, lounged on her litter. Servants held windbreaks around the two rulers, so that their queen might not grow too cold. She wore a long scarf of seal fur, and nothing else. Ilsagar had loved the cold from even her earliest childhood. She claimed that her tolerance for the elements was a sign from the primal spirits that she was meant to rule.
Both of them considered the ruined glacier and the strange creatures that guarded what appeared to be a new cave in it. From within there seemed to be a glow, and the elves knew it had to be theirs.
As winter grew deeper, the elves grew strong and quick. Where before they had shied away from even the Crown, finding it unreasonably warm, now they spread out, to the east and west and south. They came with their spears of bone, they came with their clothes of fur. They walked unseen along the snowy ridges, they swam with joy in the frozen waters. And where they went, they brought the secret of snow, the knowledge that even in the most desolate situation, there was food and warmth to be had. Wherever they went, they brought survival with them.
For the present, the elves spread across the world. It wasn't fated to last, and they knew this. Even as they spread, they kept a watch to the weather. When winter ends, they'd return north.
1AP Nourish: Elves. During Winter, and Winter only, the elves spread throughout the world. When winter ends, they retreat back to the north. Given that Winter is only one of four seasons, I'd assume this nourish will really only be in effect every three or four weeks. As such, I'd also assume that it's a little more potent than 1AP normally would be, during the time it's in effect. But if I still need to spend more than 1ap to have the elves spread across the continent during the winter, let me know.
The burbling of toxic gasses escaping from unknowable reservoirs quickened and took on the form of a hissing laugh. Light dimmed and a breeze swept up the unwholesome grit of the plane, sanding Zebus' skin as it passed. A tingling rose on his neck, the feeling that he was being watched, and a voice whispered in his ear.
What he has done? What you have done.
You could have stopped it.
You could have stopped it all.
He destroyed the land? You destroyed the land.
Too jealous to share.
Who are you?
Father of abomination.
Father of abomination.
Smoke circled around Agni's form, and though there was no cooling touch on him, magma itched.
Do you remember me?
Behind the smoke
Behind the fire
I remember you
~~~Among the Skymotes~~~
"I am the god of healing," Seg replied to Sa, "I tend to the injured... although, unfortunately, attempting to help an injured god has taken up much of my time. To right what once went wrong, that is my calling."
"In fact... hmm... flowers... that's an interesting idea."
Seg winked, plucked a petal from the sky, and blew on it. It turned to dust, the dust crumbled, and power swept out into the world.
1AP Nourish: Various plants in the world take on medicinal properties. 1AP Command: The thinking peoples of the world realize this and people start to practice various forms of medicine. Of course, there's no formal education yet, so you're as likely to see a charlatan as a real knowledgeable doctor.
"WHO AM I?! DO NOT PLAY SUCH FOOLISH GAMES WITH ME AGNI!"
The ground near the gods split violently and rose into the air. Mountains rose like jagged bones all across the Godcrater, and new peaks pierced the hurricane's gusting fumes.
"Or have you forgotten me like you have forgotten everything that has served its purpose? Was I nothing to YOU? A moment's game of scorn played and tossed aside?! I remember you, AGNI, as you knew me in the begining. I WILL NEVER FORGET WHAT YOU DID TO ME! TO THEM!"
The maw of the sky called out in misery, sensing the anguish of the truth that was coming. Thunder peeled.
"I AM AZGO, FUSED OF AZAZEL AND GO'EL AND WHEN MY CROWN WAS STOLEN, I WAS CROWNED IN BLOOD! I am the monster born of YOUR treachery! My purpose is to survive, and to ensure that YOU do not. To inherit that which you stole from me! To punish your heresy to the First with annihilation! Yes, I brought destruction upon the world and on its mortals that bowed and scraped before you. They worshipped you, and that is deserving of naught but death! They share in YOUR guilt!"
"WHY DO YOU HIDE FROM ME?! FROM YOURSELVES?! FROM THE PLAN?! AKNOWLEDGE YOUR GUILT AND LET CREATION BE CLEASENED OF YOU WHO ARE A WOUND FESTERING IN THE PLAN!"
He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. -Revelation 21:6
"This wind has a foul feel to it" Trying to pay the whispers no mind he shrugs off the whispered words.
Letting his sword fully return to its sheath, he motions to Agni to come forward.
I recognise neither name. I who was first born of the first, and I know naught of what you speak of Hatebringer. Do you recognise either names Agni? Do you remember of what he talks about, for I do not. I fear you might be correct in your assumption though. I do not think what we are dealing with is entirely sane. I think I have given him too much credit from my last encounter with him.
"A god of healing? What need is there for one of those? And why does a healer prowl the skiesssssss?"
Sa's petals had begun a slow spiral, generally pointing downwards.
"And what then, could a god of balmsssssss do to so anger the blazing lord of flamesssssss?"
Sa swung back around to buffet Seg's face with a storm of divine winds and petals. It was "pointing" at him. He presumed?.
"And what god would matter ssssssso little, that the firstsssssss would leave for distant horizonsssssss before bothering to finish started conversationsssssss?"
For indeed, both Agni and the Death Lord Zebus had vanished. Pruinous was deep in concetration, evoking the might of winter to cool Agni's flames, and the zippy light god, Urru, was... elsewhere (though given his speed, he could be most everywhere, as well).
Sa's voice seemed almost mocking -- It had never left the Crown, and so had noticed the arrival of the Firsts beneath it. Though Sa had not bothered to participate in the gathering, nor get close enough to listen in, Sa was close enough to feel the phoenix-hot fury of the fire god Agni, and the hasty retreat of the belatedly arriving Seg.
And that, Seg realized, is why Sa had revealed itself - not out of friendliness nor out of simple proximity, but because it sought to know whatSeg was, why he had joined with the firsts in conversation, and what he hoped to achieve in giving them space.
Agni looked back at Zebus. Had he spoken his inner thoughts about the sanity of this Azgo aloud? He hoped he hadn't. That would probably get embarrasing if he kept doing such things.
Azgo, I do not recognize you. Nor do I know what you are speaking of. My first memory is flaring to life above a dark planet. I do not remember a life before, or anything you speak of. But very well. Let us say that I am, as you say, your betrayer. What Plan have I betrayed? I warn you, Azgo. I will defend myself if attacked. I have found Gods to be flammable in the -
Agni broke off as a familiar touch of smoke and darkness played about him.
You... he breathed out in a long, low growl. Do not think I have forgotten our last encounter, LightKiller. You will find me far less helpless this time.
"Ah, yes, them..." Seg said to Sa, and glanced down. He hadn't noticed that Agni and Zebus had left. "Those three are... overly cautious. And I am afraid that one, Agni, is suffering from mental illness. Manic depression, I think, perhaps paranoia. I wish to help heal him, but help cannot be forced. Trust is important: he asked me to leave and I left. Now, in some part of him, he knows that I am respectful. Next is to prove that I am a god of my word."
Seg stretched and looked about, "Which means that for the present, I should seek other work, others to heal. Idle hands are... well, you know."
It was as if droplets of water fell onto Agni's form, sizzled along his surface, and evaporated. There was a constant sense of sound and presence and sight just at the corner of Agni's attention.
But still helpless
Above, the god-sun groaned, a sound that sent reverberations into the very ground. It slept more fitfully.