Young Gods (Read OCC and be aproved before joining)

Jared had been in the city for days, speaking with the people. He usually went to local taverns and eateries, asking to speak with the group about the upcoming war. No one listened though, they either laughed it off, or booed him away.
In the end, he just went around to anyone who could lend a few minutes to hear his tale, one of hope and promise from their despair.
"Please, listen to me."
It was hopeless though. No one did. No one cared.
Not until they saw the huge parade of warriors trumpeting through the main street. As the messenger went on his way, with his God's symbols along the proud steed he rode, and guards upon guards all around him, whispers filled the once empty streets.
When Jared spoke, the people now listened.
The response still wasn't good. Most laughed him off, speaking of Besaid's armies, strong enough to crush any impending foe. It was hard to explain that a god of war wouldn't look happy upon his enemies, but they didn't care.
Others tried to shut him, up, pretending what they had seen was just their imagination. A mirage on a hot day, nothing more. No war, everything is happy. Happy happy BeSaid, all is well. Ignorance is bliss, and some walked around with plastered smiles.
A few listened, and a few heard his tale of Enden, a god who wanted to help those in this dire situation, who didn't want to leave their homes, or be ruled by a blood lusting tyrant. Yes, a few heard his voice, now unable to be quieted.
It was this voice that reached the steps of the king. Wakka, who was neither really a good king, nor a fair king, but liked the powerful throne he now sat upon, and the people he now ruled over. If a god could help thwart this army, Wakka would want to speak with him.
That his how they met Jared. He was on top of a stool, in the town square, ranting on again and again. People tired of his voice left, but for every one who did, two more stood in his place.
"Are you Jared, talking of this God who can save us?"
Jared, staring wide eyed at two guards, both armed to the teeth. For a moment he thought he could lie, maybe sneak off into the crowd, but that thought fleeted and sank into his subconscious, leaving the brave and couragious Jared who had fled all this way to help strangers.
"Yes, I am."
"Wakka, the king of our fair city, would like to speak with you."
Jared followed them, unsure if his voice were powerful enough to sway that of a king. Before today, it hadn't been able to sway the common farmers and adventurers in the local taverns, but now royalty needed him.
Jared walked into a high rised ceiling, complete with long ebony tapestries reaching to the ground on either side, with strange but curious symbols lining on each one. At the far end was a throne, and sitting atop that would seem to be the king himself.
Wakka.
"Yes," He said, bowing deeply, "You called for me."
"You talk of this upcoming war with some knowledge, young one. You say there is a god who can help us?"
"He promises nothing," Jared was quick with those words, as beads of sweat now ran down his face. He stood up, unsure just how to continue this, but as his courage left, his faith in himself, and his God triumphed. the words edged up from him, and he spoke with nothing more than complete competence.
"Enden is a god of justice, and this war is unjust. War is supposed to be fought to protect lives, or to ensure justice is kept. Chaos can not run rampant in our world. We need order, and that is what Enden promises. He promises order. He promises that if anyone stands up to fight against this unjust and unkempt war, he will do all in his power to protect and help you. The god of war lives for war and destruction, but the god of justice lives for peace and dignity."
"A messenger came just yesterday, to speak of this. He told of Droom's upcoming attack, and the conditions. If anyone wants to leave, they may do so."
"Anyone who wants to leave should, especially the women and children. They should be protected at all costs. Enden doesn't ask for everyone to stay and fight, just those who wish to stand up for this wrong. He will help them, and so will I, if I can."
"We will not have much to work with. What about this Enden? I think we will need his help."
Jared nodded, a simple request.
"Just built a shrine for him, and he will come."
Wakka called for his engineers.
 
Misk, Goddess of Thieves

Misk spent the day watching the market place.

People milled around; buying, selling, yelling, crying, begging, fixing, breaking...and stealing.

She watched from the ledge of her temple. But it didn't look like a temple. It looked like a old inn. One that had been boarded up and forgotten. Rats tunneled under it. Mice nested in it's once fine cushions. It was perfect.

She was looking for someone special. Someone who could bring more followers to her. Someone who could steal well, but she could train to steal better. Who could then teach others.

A prince among thieves.

By nightfall she'd sent her vermin to follow and watch three likely suspects.

A boy, almost a man. Good snatcher of goods off of tables.

A woman who dressed nicely and cut purses.

An old man who seemed to have a stable of younger children checking in with him frequently.

Then she visited the shrine of Pippit and dropped in a small key of her own design: Made of lead and with a top to resemble a skull.

Then she went to the temple of Alyiss to offer her a deal.

If she granted no quest against ending thievery, Misk would keep the rats and mice from her temples.
 
"Take my laughter and tricks to the children, hmm?" tittered the Small Goddess. "I think I shall, Gear-head, I think I shall."

She left a tiny glass vial in Ellesmie's alcove, with her offer wriiten on a length of ribbon inside, and she returned to Bauhaus. This time, she visited the home of a wet-nurse. This woman and her three daughters cared for many children during the day, while their parents worked in Bahaus' many factories and mines. The Small Lady appeared discreetly, in corners and under blankets, only to few children at a time, staying out of sight of their guardians.

Pippit did tricks with disappearing buttons, turned tears to sugared nuts, and conjured pepples that looked like the wet-nurse's scowling face.

To the oldest children she said "Do not forget to laugh, whatever they tell you, whatever work they put you to. Find the laughter in anything and everything, and not only when the silly schedule says that it is time.

"Tell the other children, build me nests, and hide them well, and I will come to visit you and bring you fun and frolics and merry luck. I will be your Goddess, and keep you safe, only let's keep the nests our little secret."

The mockingbird flew to the jolly merchents, just finishing their business in the marketplace and preparing for the long return trip to Thalia. They spent their last night in the Bahaus inn laughing, dancing, drinking, and spreading silly tales of the Small Lady to the barmaids and other patrons. Hoark was not among them.

The little frog found Hoark in his fine new armor, sitting astride his horse at the edge of the city, he fingered the jeweled locket he believed came from a Princess in distress, and looked off towards Besaid. He didn't even notice the frog's throaty laugh.

The scarab beetle came close to the fire of the turbaned nomads, were they camped for the night and set out a small bowl of animal teeth, stray buttons, candle ends, bits of string, spiced apricots and a mouse skull. The nomads told their children ridiculous tales of creatures in the desert, giant purple turkeys, and camels with the heads of old men. The children laughed, and suddenly found the bits and scraps in the offering bowl had turned to shards of ice, and crushed rose petals. The desert people marvelled at the miracle, and gratefully drank the cool, sweet water from the bowl.

The mouse ran through Thalia's gutters, scurrying around the dancing feet of a troup of patchwork clowns. The boy Copypuppy was out on the town with his merry band, all in their tall hats and brightly painted masks. They tripped over each other as they made their meandering way down the street, knocking each other into gutters, helping each other up only to knock over signposts, accidentally stepping onto moving carts, or off piers into the river. Somehow, nothing was ever broken in all their horseplay, and anything that fell, did so with a strange rythym that made a kind of random, whimsical music. The river people came to Thalia often, now, not just to trade, but to watch the antics of the city's clowns. Down at the docks, under moon and lamp light, Copypuppy told tales of the little people, and how they tricked the giants. The river folk listened, and sewed cloth dolls of the figures from his stories.

The little mouse crawled through a hole in an old, run-down inn, and into a great nest of mice and rats. But the other rodents knew this one was different. As it scurried through the inn, it dropped seeds and bits of grain for the other mice. Reaching the middle of the dilapidated building, the mouse called out "Hello! I believe we're going to be the best of friends!"
 
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Carradan

Her eyes never left my face as I untied her, and eventually she was standing in front of me rubbing her wrists. Then her eyes drifted back to the soul, and she looked back to me.
“My Lord, I must assume you mean to do something with that, as you banished the others that were in the room. I would ask that you be kind to him, for he was my brother and a good man.”
“You are wrong, he remains because you are to help him move on to the next realm. That is your gift, and your curse. You can see the shadows that are unseen, read the souls of those who passed on, and now you may send them to their proper place. Know that you have been chosen to be Death’s voice in this land, and that there much for you to do. First, send him onward, so that you may begin repairing this shrine, and spread the knowledge that while Death walks again, he does not take life, only guides those who have passed on.”

She walked past me and looked over the soul, then moved her hands around it. It slowly changed until it was pulsing with a strong golden glow, then she reached above it, as if pulling on a string, and a beam of gold light lanced downward and engulfed both her and the soul, then it departed, and left her alone with a stunned expression on her face, and a single tear making it’s way down her cheek.
“That was Aborena Neri’ja, and someday you will pass from this realm to be with those you love who reside there now. Now, go and call the town guard, and clean my shrine. Be not afraid, for you now possess the power to see into men’s souls, and to speak with those who have departed, and even to call a spirit back to gain knowledge. Go now, My Priestess. I will return to you with a task, and a gift for one you will need to see. Go, and begin the work you were born to do.”

I stepped back and faded into my shrine, riding the conduits of power back to the Garden of the Gods, and my alcove there. I stepped forward, and swung my scythe down into the earth, connecting myself to the garden, and to all the alcoves there. “There is a new Death, and he will not be bought or bargained with. I stand for all men, the heathen and the saint, so keep your bargains for the souls of your faithful, for I shall show no favorites, nor take no bribes. Any who wish to talk further to me may come to my Realm, and we shall speak as kin.”

I drew my blade from the ground, and waited. I was sure some would want to speak of the announcement I had made.


While on earth, one girl started to make a difference in the city of Alman-ra. Though the watchmen were skeptical, the young priestess managed to convince the head of the Nightwatch that she was real, and did have a message. Soon she was brought to the palace, where she was to do her final act of convincing. The new King was a young man, and he was unsure of himself. He desperately needed his fathers guidance, and only one young woman could do that, if she was allowed.
 
Mara

IC: I had found a small cave and placed a single arrow in it. I don't know why but it seemed like the right thing to do. Still I didn't wish to sleep there. So I left to look for some place to stay.

After a while I found the encampement of a carvan. I simply walked in saying hi to a few people and they did not object. I sat at the center and talked to a few of the people as they talked to me. I was curious about a bowel of objects at the center. Just random thigns thrown in their.

I went back to converseing and considered talking about the shrine their in the hills. I should spread the word of Olas much the same as... as... how strange I didn't catch the anme of that man. Still he is an example Ishould fallow though I doubt I have that kind of luck.

I looked to the bowel witch was now feild with ice and petals. What the hell just happened? Otehrs where somewhat impressed but it seemed many had expected it to change. When the bowel came around I took a sip of it's sweet water. "What makes this water sweet?" 'I beleave it's the rose petals.' Rose petals those are from the flower I seek. "Where can I find a rose plant?"
 
Moloch rode for a day across the desert and finally came to the area he was supposed to be at. The night sky was full of stars and the moon was large and bright. Moloch let out a low whistle, and got a response not very far ahead of him. He went to the source of the sound and found one of Droom's advisors, Jai, on a horse. He followed Jai until he came to where the army was encamped. Jai led Moloch to Droom's tent. Moloch saluted Droom, who returned the salute before bidding Moloch to sit.

Moloch recounted to Droom what happened when he went to Besaid to deliver the message. Droom was happy to hear that everything went well. "You have done well, Moloch. If everything ends well, you will be rewarded for your deeds." Droom then looked around at the rest of his advisors. "Everything is going according to plan. At dawn, we take these 2,500 men and march on towards Besaid. In the name of Kane, we will conquer that city and spread his name." Droom saluted his advisors and watched as they saluted him in return before exiting the tent. Droom laid down and closed his eyes, thinking about the glory that was going to happen within the coming days.
 
Klia Wandered around the city, just having left her temple grounds, she was invisible as always unless she wanted someone to see her.

She heard the whispers about war and the God Kane of whom she had not met.

she was in the palace and had heard what the messanger had said and what Jared was saying now.

Prehaps now is the time to make my presence known. For the first time she became visible to to mortals other than her worshipers.

Im sorry for the intrusion but i couldnt help but over hearing you, I am Klia, I am the goddess of The Arts.

Having heard the messanger and what you have said Icant help but be on your side, what you say has great merrit, war is disruptive and there is no end of missery it causes,and boundless knowldege is lost in the distruction, that falls on my turf.

I dont know what i can do,my powers not suited for battle. Perhaps i can reason with the God of war,as we come from the same place.

But i will do what i can.
Klia then waited for Jared and the kings responce.
 
Labors on the great Machine Works forged on, ahead of schedule. The Guildsmen of Bahaus were anxious to complete this grand project before blossom of war came to pass.

Missionaries of other gods came to open shrines and were given permission to open them in a reserved area called the temple district. The temple district provided generous space for each shrine or small temple (and the Clerks Guild made sure that adjacant lots were only leased to compatible deities to prevent violence or tension) but Guild Law (largely influenced by the Machine Temple) prohibited any of these shrines from extending higher than the walls of the temple district, so their shadows would not creep across the walls nor would they distrct from the great Machine Works which was in the guild district.

Under the auspices of the Eternal Gear, the Temple produced more and more bronze works: armor, weapons, tools, and even statuary for the temple.
 
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