[Edel PRP] - The Laws of Nature

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

Private RP for myself and SkieBorne - no posting, please.


It had been a little while since David or Glaucon had seen Malh'reth or the god he carried. After their visit with Harmodius they had promptly parted ways, both having a new room to furnish and a small task to finish. They had probably both supposed, the god mused, that they'd be meeting up again to check on each other's progress, but both ended up being a bit engrossed in their own affairs - which, on Glaucon's end, involved a moderate deal of motivating his host to get to work. In the end they had both still managed to get a good amount of glass, and figured that Glyph and his host would have achieved similarly successful results by now, so now felt like a good time to visit the god of the Forest and see how things were going on his end.

Even if they hadn't heard Creation's description for the door to his rooms, it would have been pretty obvious which one it was: no need for symbolism here, it was a forest. Painted right there on the door. Hoping that Mal was awake and about, David gave it a couple of raps and waited for someone to answer.

[SkieBorne]

As it was, Malh'reth and Glyph were not actually in their room - hadn't been for some time. As soon as the god had noticed the change in environs, he'd taken to spending a great deal of time outdoors enjoying the greenery so different from the blackened and cracked earth of before.

One of the great arched doors swung open to reveal a rather disgruntled Natasha sucking on a finger. "Yeah? Who co- Oh, hello David, Glaucon." Her rough tones fell away as she recognized Judgement's host and even went so far as to offer a smile. "Did you want something? Lord Glyph's out at the moment, unfortunately. Hasn't been back here for more then a few minutes for a couple days now." She scoffed at that, obviously annoyed by that and yet unwilling to gainsay her god's orders.

"Of course that means I've had to watch the glass he's collected. So much broken stuff... Hard on the fingers." Indeed, her fingers had a bandage or two where she'd nicked them in handling the shards Forest had been quite diligent in bringing back.

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

The sight that David recieved upon the door opening was enough for him to give Glyph a couple of extra cool points. One thing was for sure, the god of the forest had good taste in servants... Natasha was definitely of the same kind as Eudocia, but her figure was much easier to appreciate due to the fact that she wasn't minty green. He eased into an appreciating smile at the sight, which managed to get by with minimal faltering upon hearing that he'd have to go down the stairs and head outside if he wanted to talk to Mal anytime soon.

Outside... we probably should have expected that.

The cripple leaned on his walking stick with a nod. "There's a bunch of that s**t in our place too. Diogenes hates it," he smirked. "But we're gonna see about getting all of it moved out today, so don't worry about getting those lovely hands of yours too messed up." Flashing a winning grin at the satyress, he started back towards the stairs, finishing with "We'll send up a messenger when we figure out where it's all going."

As usual, it took several minutes for David to pick his way down the stairs, but the fresh open air breezing through the new Pantheon made it somewhat worth it this time. He wasn't sure where to start looking to find Glyph, and so started lumbering towards the first cluster of trees that caught his eye.

[SkieBorne]

She smiled in reply, tossing a mischievous wink his way before returning to the task at hand - sorting the piles of glass into colours and clear. She wasn't sure why this mattered but Glyph had said it was important so sort she did.

Outside, Glyph and Malh'reth were sitting under a particularly large and leafy oak - one of several trees that appeared in the area much to his delight. With the thrum of life around him the Pantheon's grounds were so much more appealing now; no more barely visible lines denoting barren rocks and dead trees.

Across from Glyph sat a woman with crimson hair fanned out on the ground behind on her and four arms held aloft in a medatative position. Clad in nothing more then what appeared to be a bikini bottom and a push-up bra, she stood out against the rich browns and greens around her. When Glaucon and David approached, a single violet eye opened to skewer them with an appraising gaze.

A surprisingly formal and strictly loyal Aoide, this new addition to his growing number of servants clicked claw-like fingers together as she spoke in a rich, velvety voice, "Who are you?"

At that, Malh'reth's eyes opened as well and Glyph glanced first at Aelondrael then to whom she was speaking, recognizing the aura and the posture of the man. A smile brightened his face upon seeing his comrade and Forest rose, moving to set a calming hand on his lotus aoide's shoulder, "It's alright. That's Glaucon, God of Judgement."

She turned her face upwards when Glyph touched her shoulder, face full of warmth and appreciation in contrast to her cool gaze for David. "Understood. Do you wish for me to leave?"

"No, not at all. Continue your meditation Aelondrael." He nodded as he stepped forward, "Greetings friends! It's been a long time. Enjoying this turn of events? It's good to see some life is returning." He spread his arms to indicate the gardens.

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

David sighed with a mix of relief and jealous amusement when he found that he'd gone in the right direction... and found what must have been a new servant right next to him, just as gorgeous as the first. Where, exactly, was the god of the Forest accumulating all of these babes from? An immature joke about this new development danced on the edge of his lips as he approached to speak, but the lotus lady spoke first and Glyph continued shortly after, dooming his clever remark about girls and wood to be forever unsaid.

"S'a hell of a lot better than it looking like the damn moon out here, that's for sure," the mortal agreed. The lack of a sky was still making him not want to look up far enough to see the horizon, though, and his cane kept sinking and sticking into the new grass and soil, but how things looked now were still a definite improvement from what it was like before. He slowly sat down on the ground near Glyph, assuming it would be alright to relax and chat a bit before they got down to business.

"Glaucon figured you'd be thrilled when we saw the changes-- and I am pleased to see that you are," the god finished, slipping into control easily and with no real protest. "Your domain will have much land to cover in the coming days."

[SkieBorne]

Glyph sat back down as well, amused by how his Aoide continued to watch David from under lowered lashes. Turning then, he let his gaze drift back to Glaucon and nodded, "Indeed. There is much to be done. I can only hope I will be of proper assistance to the Twin Crown, we are still so new and I cannot touch the world in the ways I wish to yet." He smiled sadly, running fingers through the grass at his tree's base. When the time came, he hoped he'd gain normal sight for he yearned to see the green of leaves and the vibrant colours of the minute flowers without having first to touch them.

"How has your time passed then, Judgment? All is well?"

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

"The world was a new thing once, now it is as if All is new again," the Judge mused, loosely folding his hands in his lap. "You, as all of us - we will regain our touch in time. I too await the days when I can reclaim my domain and be embodied by my words."

He went on to confess, "I have been appreciating the peace well enough, but it pains me to see the survivors in such a state of anarchy." To him, society and structure were all but crying to be rebuilt. In his current state, however, he couldn't do much more than resolve petty arguments and give tidbits of advice.

[SkieBorne]

Glyph nodded at that, though his smile was small. "There is much to do and I am glad to see Creation regaining power. I was not sure of the effects of that cocoon we summoned Him from but with the rejuvenation of the grounds, it seems we take a step towards recovery." Forest tilted his head, blinking at Judgement for a moment, "They are listless, aren't they? There is shelter here, perhaps some structure and direction would bolster their determination. This is why I wish to ask for their help - the people of Baadris in particular - to show that they are not simply pawns in our games." Hopefully a task would give them reason to pull together and begin the long and arduous trek to rebuilding their worlds.

He chuckled, shaking his head, "Far from pawns, though I doubt they realize their importance to us."

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

"One step of many," Glaucon replied, "small, careful, soft.Creation's touch will be gentle where Destruction's was harsh, new life eased into existence and survivors being guided into a time of what will hopefully be prosperity." He offered a small smile of its own, almost sheepish in its nature and timing. "No doubt he will depend on His children, however weakened we may be, to play a role in that guidance. Our true powers might be currently lost to us, but we can still speak."

Yeah, and you like using that power a hell of a lot, David smirked from his mental peanut gallery.

The other god gave a challenging quirk of the eyebrow at Forest's next statement, saying, "I have reason to doubt that. They saw what their very own words and thoughts did for our Lord, and it would take a fool to come away from that undermining his own importance."

[SkieBorne]

Glyph nodded in agreement. They all would be needed in mending the worlds and the chaos that Gehenna would have wrought. "I intend to shelter the mortals as much as I can, provide resources if possible. And you, my friend, will help them build nations once more." Glyph smiled. He really was looking forward to involving himself with the mortals in a beneficiary-like manner.

"Over time, perhaps, that will sink in, but from what I have seen, the general populace is still confused. Eased, perhaps, by the greening of the grounds but thrust into our turmoil as they were, I doubt they fully comprehend what is going on." He chuckled, a small smile playing across his lips, "I don't even claim to know the long and short of these events. I only hope they have not grown too stubborn in the peace, we do need that glass to present to Harmodius."

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

"They will be nations with utmost respect for you and your sheltering," the Judge mused, an extra layer of righteousness creeping into his tone. "I will see to it that neither this nor any future generation will take any fruits of the Earth-mother for granted, not after what's been witnessed here."

The smile crept back, however, when Glyph brought mention of the class into the conversation, looking like he could almost be ashamed when he said, "And it seems as though I nearly forgot why I sought your presence in the first place. I believe we have collected a satisfactory amount of glass for the Crown. If you have no pressing matters to attend to today, I shall send my messenger to my and your servants to start collecting it together and bringing it outside."

[******** finally.

Forgive me. I must still be accustomed to having an eternity to spare for such things...

[SkieBorne]

Glyph bowed at the waist in a deep gesture of respect and appreciation, "My thanks to you, Judgement. Too long has it been since true respect was kindled in the hearts of mortals. They will surely benefit from your guidance." It was a formal thank-you for something the god held very close to heart. His domain was a precious one and to know he had at least one ally among the Edelsteine was both soothing and encouraging. The Forests would once again rise, tall and majestic, to feed and shelter the worlds.

At the mention of glass, Glyph nodded his agreement,"Indeed. There is quite a collection in my quarters, Aisling and Natasha will help bring it down... as will Aelondrael." He glanced at the exotic Aoide and she returned his gaze with a neutral expression, "Aelondrael?"


"Of course, my Lord. Do you wish for me to attend to the matter now?" She rose and clasped her hands before herself, bowing slightly.

Glyph turned to Glaucon and tilted his head, "Now...? We also need to arrange a forge or something similar for the glass-workers... have you organized them? It was mentioned to me that perhaps Lady Karaskis would assist us - she apparently reigns over Fire."

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

Giving a polite nod to Aelondrael, Glaucon replied "Arranging a forge should be no object as resources become more readily available during this time of renewal. For the time being can at least start by getting everything gathered into one place for ease of transport." Shifting his sitting position a little, he added, "While a house for the fires is being built other things can be done, such as sorting the whole collection, and breaking the unsuitable pieces into something finer and more suited for glasswork."

"I shall send Libra ahead of your own to alert them of the preparations, if you do not mind," Glaucon nodded, and from his shadow arose a tiny silvery-bronze wisp bearing an equally tiny pair of scales. "I can trust that you've been attentive, so please be swift."

An honor to be of service, my Lord, the wisp replied, giving a small bow and flying back towards the Pantheon.

And, begrudgingly climbing into a standing position, he suggested with a smile, "In the meantime, perhaps we should seek out our glassworkers."

[SkieBorne]

Glyph laughed softly at that, "My quarters are filled with sorted glass already, friend. As we have been collecting it so too have we been sorting it. Clear with clear, and colour with colour." He smiled and stood as well, "By all means do so. Please go help Aisling and Natasha, Aelondrael. It would be appreciated."

"As you wish my lord." She smiled and turned, moving briskly away to go assist the other two Aoidei.

"Now... I agree we should speak with the glassworkers." Walking slowly, in an almost leisurely manner he waited a moment before continuing, "Once the preparations for the forge are underway, we should contact Karaskis as well. I think the process will go much faster if she is present to assist."

[Mouse Pachinkorelli]

"Such attention to detail," the other god smirked, "surely an admirable trait. But how else would you be capable of raising such living majesty that is your glory from the earth? I should have expected no less." Glaucon could imagine the immaculate care his friend must have taken in making his realms into proper manifestations of his domain - almost like an architecture, but of wild nature instead of stone and marble, marvels of art in their own right.

Both David and Glaucon immensely appreciated the slow pace Glyph had started in - it meant they could keep up without much struggle. "Karaskis of Fire, correct? Agreed. Would you know where she can be found?"