.~Edelsteine~. - Xia Lu Ling's Journal by Syrie

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...//Solo - Impatiently Ever After

The Ceremony was done, a success by all counts. He had been able to fill a small part of what he considered his duty in aiding the Crown to his Throne. It wasn't enough; Yu wished to introduce himself to his Lord, but...there were so many things to be dealt with first.

Like taking care of his host's spawn. They were so young, so small and in these difficult times it took effort to keep them well fed and out of trouble. Children born near the End of the World...blessed or cursed, depending on how one viewed them. Yu felt fairly ambivalent towards the children, Joss and Dan. They weren't his though he would do right by Fragment and take care of them as best he could, even after the beast had been fully devoured into himself.

Yu's eyes narrowed at the balls of fur and fluff rolling around on the furs of animals and Other that had been hunted during the various weeks. Fragment had dined upon demonflesh more than once, but those hides had not the softness required for young ones, so they were put away, put aside. His eyes sought the oddly-marked coat not of his host's spawn but of an Erras. Zhijian would not be happy about that; he knew that his Brother Dragon had befriended several of the equine creatures...unfortunately, one did as one had to.

The Law of Predators. Of Life. Darwinian and all that.

Fragment hadn't thought about the ramifications of devouring a creature that might belong to another; he had lain eyes upon the beast, marked it as prey and then hunted it as surely as any jungle cat a fat ptarmigan in the bush. Yu had allowed this as his host's body needed fuel as did the spawn and Ashoka as well. The ramifications of their dual actions towards beasts, mortals and others encountered during the Weeks preceding the Ceremony would be dealt with later. As the situations came up.

Yu's tail flicked with annoyance. He wanted to be with Creation. He needed His Dragons, His warriors and Children. A Dragon King, removed from his Lord and Master because there was so much to be done before he was able to do so...

So much frustrating, agonizingly mundane crap for him to take care of before he could do as every fiber of his being bid him do. For the moment, he would simply reign it in and move as quickly as he could to complete his duties and move towards what he really wanted.

Harmodius.

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...//PRP - Endings and Beginnings

Inle-roo

Neva had felt it before anyone else in town had, her connection to the crumbling sense of the divine that much stronger than the rest of the residents'. More than that, she could feel it in the way the tension in the air finally dissipated, as if the world had heaved a great sigh of relief. She looked towards the Pantheon, wondering just what had changed now, but was interrupted by someone else's insignificant matter before she could pursue that line of thought too strongly.

These people were so needy, like children constantly seeking a mother's approval--but they had survived literal hell on earth, and she could not begrudge them that accomplishment. Their way of life had been unceremoniously torn to shreds before their eyes, but they had survived Destruction once, and they would thrive under Creation now.

Neva would help them, and they would love her for it.

Days had passed with none of the ill effects that had seemed to plague every other abrupt change in recent months, and Neva left her Aoidei in charge of sorting out other people's problems while she finally made her way to the Pantheon. The streets, she noticed, were littered with the remnants of Destruction's influence, but knots of tentative revelers crowded the sidewalks. She ignored their drunken invitations to join them, pushing her way through the Pantheon's doors. The scent of brimstone and lotus blossoms was stifling, almost a tangible thing, and she picked her way over and around small throngs of worshipers on her way to the throne room.

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So many people! Throngs of mortals and other were all but attaching themselves to the Pantheon. Yu could hardly move two feet in any direction without encountering a small knot of them; of course he did understand why they were as such. The world had nearly ended...they were still scared...everything was so uncertain yet.

The Dragon King's sensitive nose caught a scent - the sharp bite of winter chill lapping at his senses like fire at an oil painting. He knew that scent - his host liked it. Neva. Winter. His fur rippled and inside he felt Fragment push forward; not to take charge but to be there more...just as he did with the spawn, per Yu's request.

On all fours, Yu moved to intercept Neva; mortals moving out of his way more swiftly in this form than they did when he was upright...for some reason, this was far more disconcerting.

Inle-roo

The scramble of mortals caught Neva's eye before any sight of her Creator did, and she watched with vague amusement as the parted like the Red Sea for--ah, that would explain it. Her aim shifted from the throne room to this savage, familiar face, and the cold that radiated from her cut its own swathe through the horde while reaching out to greet Yu and his host.

"Beast-Creature," she said by way of greeting, offering a smile that was small but genuine in its intent. "All of these people, and not a one screaming in terror; are you losing your touch?" she teased.

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A gravelly chuckled rumbled forth from the four-footed fiend as tendrils of chill and bite sallied forth to welcome him; it seemed they both had their ways of making the mortals move.

"They have grown...used to us." Days and weeks of holding his host in check around the mortals had not lessened their unease at his close proximity to their persons...but it had shown the mortals that this creature would not actively harm them.

'Pity. There is no eating now.'

Instead of Fragment allowing Yu the use of his body and voice, it was Yu allowing the broken monster to speak with one whom he found appealing. Strange to swap and yet very apt. "Though why I should continue to terrify or cause unsettle after the horrors they have seen up to now is a mystery."

Inle-roo

"Because it appears that these trying times have finally seen their end, yet you remain, a fierce and frightening reminder of our Lord now...changed?" She looked away from her companion-ally for a moment, taking in the weary and wary refugees, the familiar foreboding state of Destruction's Pantheon--everything still looked as if it might crumble into nothingness at a stern glare, but there was a shy hope mingled with the fear and awe in the eyes of their audience. "Have things changed, truly? What have you seen here, with all of your eyes?"

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"Ah yes...that makes sense." Obviously the creature and Dragon didn't think much about how their outward appearance might be disconcerting to the mortals. Not that it mattered. They could be disconcerted all they wanted.

"Yes, Neva...things have changed. Surely you can feel the air, it grows lighter...life is stirring." Even if they couldn't see how things were repairing themselves with Creation back, albeit weakly, they were. Change was like a seed under the ground...with Creation tending court, it would grow and break from it's shell...blossoming forth into the world and then sprawling out, tendrils expanding across All. They just had to wait.

Inle-roo

Neva felt it as the Dragon King described it, like the hesitant growth of new, young green things after a harsh Winter--but she knew, too, that it would take little more than a harsh breath to kill even that. "I cannot feel the air, as such," she countered, "any more than I can see the sky. Where has the sky gone, Beast-Creature? The last time we dared hope for resolution in favor of Beginning or End, the sky vanished from above us."

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"Void has claimed Universe, Lady of Winter; the Sky is no longer." The mortals edging away from Winter and the Dragon King only served to make the creature lick it's lips - with permission from Yu, of course. The body belonged to the creature very little now, but a bit of 'fun' would not harm the King, so he allowed it to happen.

"He mourns the loss of His First-born, but there is no bringing Universe from the Void." Xia Lu Ling's fur rippled; he knew better than anyone else what was going on with Creation -- he was the Pillar, after all. "I believe my Lord has a plan....but He has not confided in me of any such things."

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...//PRP - WITH XIAO..To Come biggrin

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[khiarhu]

...//PRP - The Hem of Your Garment

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngWaiting wasn't one of Yu's strong points; he was far too much a man, er, Dragon, of action. This was part of the reason that he hadn't gone to seek out an audience with the newly returned Creation; Yu was busy keeping the mortals in hand while Harmodius met with Tian Yue.

But now, as time had passed a bit...he felt it time to re-introduce himself to Him. Xia Lu had been one of those to support their Lord after his emergence from the chrysalis, but he had not properly made himself known. Now, he felt it time to regain his place by Creation's side; as himself again.

His place as the Pillar.

Yu approached the Throne on two legs, his furry head high and proud. Harmodius sat the Throne as though a part of it, still and quiet; behind that was endless possibility of though and action-out of sight. He fell to one knee before Creation, head bowed; "My Lord, I am Xia Lu Ling, Yu Five Claw. Your Pillar, come to you with humility and reverence."

The Dragon King lifted his head so he could watch the Crown. "We are overjoyed at Your return to us, Lord."

Ivynian

Creation blinked, then shifted his eyes first, followed the motion with his jaw and chin, then shoulders, through spine to hips and finally lowered his knees from their informal resting over the opposite arm of the throne down to a more respectable flat on the dais floor.



"Emblem Pillar. "

The newer name that attached to the title he did not give voice to, but seemed to taste the sounds and shapes in his mouth, looking up thoughtfully as he did so.

A device of Destruction's, no doubt, that the suited and final vessel would be something that seemed to have stitching at its seams that wavered with the internal glue of the dragon's mesh. A better fit that way? Shards for shards and like some mad wizard, stitched together a golem out of bones and glass. "Yu.....Xia Lu Ling. I am glad to see that you are at last gaining steady strength. I it was that collected the handfuls, but I di dnot even see your first host. I had already fallen to silence and echos within my own Other. We are not far akin as every, my Evermind, both nearly Eaten. "

"Though what yo ucalled to is a strange Thing. So tired was your waiting and blindness in the slumber of the stone that your eagerness for Sight sought one of so many eyes? Thirst found such a tongue? And ears and nostrils beside.... " Creation's mouth turned up in mirth.

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngThe Dragon King's strange-malleable fur rippled and shifted with the pleasure that rolled through him at being addressed by Creation. The Crown's amusement in his choice of hosts brought a great rumbling chuckle from Yu's furred chest and muzzle.

"As you say, My Lord. I required many eyes, with which to take in sights more quickly. I had much lost time to make up for." Yu's tail flicked against his legs, the tip curling around the thickly muscled limb and then uncurling just the same.

"Nearly devoured, and yet I stand before You now, strong and ready to Serve."

Yu rose to his feet and moved ever closer to Harmodius before kneeling yet again, placing himself upon the stairs. "My Lord, though I wish nothing more than to be in Your presence...I must admit, I am curious about many things. With You returned -- is there a way yet to bring back the Sky. The mortals are unsettled...as are my own servants."

Ivynian

His smile faltered, grief edged before it was masked with stillness, "TienLung did speak with me of the matter....close wrought to the heart and yet asunder in this life. But the same answer I must give, at least on behalf of what memories the whole of Us....the Pantheon have. Lucius, our many stars and jewels, is gone from us forever. That Ending....what is named Gehenna, is the Mouth of the Void. What it consumes wholly, it does not return. There are tokens, but the memory and greater part is gone. Not enough to raise the Firstborn again."

"But the skies are the roads of the gods and immortals, and the symbol of pact and immeasurable bounty...loveliness....that is gifted to everything that Is. Inspiration embodied, wonder and.... "

"True enough the first conceptions most were ever meant to glean of surrounding silence and emptiness. This shall have to be fashioned anew. It troubles me, how to do this thing. '

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngSeeing the pain sliding across Creation's face brought forth pain from the Dragon as well; it was painful to know that in asking he had caused his Lord further pain. How could he have not though? Universe had been Firstborn, beloved by Harmodius -- and yet...he had been bound, Yu knew this to be true for he and his host had gone to speak with Lucius before. He had Sinned...and now he was no more.

"My apologies, Lord, for causing You grief. We are all grieving for Universe and the others that were lost to Void - directly or indirectly. It was unthinking of me to bite into such fresh wounds."

Fashioned of silence and emptiness. "Perhaps, Lord...you may wish to speak with Silence himself? I saw that he had been reborn...would he be able to assist in some way?" Advising the Crown on how to fashion a shadow-sky was perhaps not as helpful as he would have wished, but what did Yu know of such things? At the least, the Dragon King was making an attempt to provide a service to the one upon whom he played his Life and unwavering Loyalty. [/'color]

Ivynian

"It is in silence, Outside, that so much must make a bed...." He trailed off briefly, distracted. Even shifted, he had managed to keep to thought and task for some while, and brought many through painful means to bound contract as 'fodder' for the gods.
Only for some Cold comfort seeing what had become of the pendulum swing. The mortals believed, at such terrible costs. Those he had striven so hard to bring again into the world grieved. And still the slide of the tapestry was to inevitable end. Begun in Joy.....

Left far off, were the scars worth the time? Well, the choice was made. Yu was here, standing. They were all of them there, existing and in strife of survival. They had not lain down but had sought his own rebirth from the very brink. Pillar-to-pillar.

"I should speak with that one anyway. He is presented....perhaps... Already to my shadow self. But there is intrigue in the writ that was left behind and Known again of this host and newborn god. I do not recall his allegiance to have lain in such a bed long ago, but I cannot say that Silence would not do him badly, would you? "

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngYu crept a bit closer; it was his quiet shame that he wanted to put his head in Creation's lap much as a dog might. To be petted - Gianfar had once done that with him, had he not? The sensation was a comforting one even from the grey-dove; he could only dream that it would be something even better from Him.

"Sacrifices have been made my Lord. Ours is a bed of choice and chance; You have returned to a world made of broken glass and gossamer...of heartbreak and of promise. The World was nearly Unmade, but we will salve the wounds as best we can, by Your command and will."

A speech, perhaps not wholly on target, but Creation had a far-away look on his face that troubled Yu.

"Shall I bring him to you, Lord? Though I know but little of him, I am certain that Silence would do his best by You and Your wishes." Thinking about it, Yu could recall the fair face and form that belonged to Silence. The pale haired god - if indeed it were the one that he recalled - had spent many a day and night keeping vigil. Not with the Dragon King so much as...occupying the space along side him.

Ivynian

"Yes, I would speak with him.....if he have time, that is." Harmodius regarded the throne chamber with quiet disdain, sighing as one might at spilled drink. It was suffered.


"Though better surroundings may be wanting. By him or by me, should he agree to the occassion."

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.png"For you, Lord, I think that he will have time." Yu's muzzle curved into a proximity of a smile; an expression that on him looked wicked and cruelly mocking due to copious amounts of white, sharp teeth that showed.

As to the surroundings...well, that could be addressed should the god of Silence acquiesce to Creation's request. "We will find ways to make things more...comfortable." Indeed, the Pantheon was a ghost of it's once-glory...even with the effort put into making it more visually palatable for the Lotus Ceremony.

The Dragon King rose to his feet and took a few steps back. "I shall bring him forth, My Lord...if you will but wait." Yu would stay only long enough for Harmodius to bid him go before backing away from the throne to fetch Endiovar. Instructions on where and how to find Silence had been on the cork-board some forward-thinking host or god had thought to use; he would utilize this and fetch the man back to Creation's audience.

For there was no doubt but that Endiovar would go to Harmodius when called.

Ivynian

To wait was an easy thing. It required only staying still and patience, both things that he had learned to store in abundance long ago. Waiting was often the past-time of the immortals in the past. They had centuries to stand in place of their days. Waiting the walking steps of his Emblem should be an exercise in loving the clicks of claw on stone and the gentle movements of air as bushy tail swept it aside.

For mortals.....how much of their bright flames was wasted on waiting?
Waiting for love, for comfort, for the right time for hundreds of things instead of acting. But some did.

And some gods acted.
It would not be very long. The newness and shining, even in the obvious pain and despair of the surroundings in the eyes of others, to him was marvelous. He had opened his eyes an remembered colour and form and Self.


Am I within?

Can I hear me?

Any voice at all. He will seek me in my eyes. Can I move? Feel my hand? Stretch the fingers?

No. Not yet. It is still to early.

Lay still. Rest. They've done so much...they have grown. We needn't fear to be supported this time. I do not have to take every war on myself.

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngA Beast that spoke come knocking at his door was no more surprising than anything else that had happened in recent times; Endiovar greeted the creature in formal but wary welcome until his station and purpose was brought to light.

A summons by Dragon, to the Throne - to Creation.

Silence quietly counted himself lucky to have been not in Gianfar or Revei's quarters, but his own, when the Dragon King came for him. He followed Yu quickly, steps stirring dust but making not a sound; emptiness to the Dragon King's heavier foot-falls and claw-scrabble against stone.

Inside he was in turmoil; dread and longing and so much else...he should have gone sooner. What could Creation want with him?


http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngDuty drawn without flourish, Yu's ears pricked upright, his tail a proud banner behind him as he brought Endiovar to the Throne. He moved to bow, the pale-haired god behind him doing the same. "Lord, I present the God of Silence, Endiovar--" Here Yu rose and took upon himself a stance near to Harmodius but to the side slightly; eyes bright and watching for the slightest command from Creation.

Ivynian

"Presumptuous is the Speaker that calls for Silence, and yet for his own words to be heard. " Creation nodded back to the god in respect, "But there are troubles caught in my hands that must be worked anew into miracles."


"It comes from memories that you were raised by Destruction, now wholly honestly, but not wholly mourned either of your host. But I know little of you or your bearing....of my own experience...."

Creation rose and crossed the dais then stairs quickly, lifting a hand out to his side in gesture for the Emblem Pillar to stride beside him and under it. His Pillar and base crutch. The latter was demeaning in some thought of his own now, images from the book and from the gathered tapestry about. "If you are not busy...I would know of your thoughts. Yourself and your new life....there is always role of Silence within Me, but I would know of the without. Better the ease in judging instead of drowning."

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngKneeling he should have remained, but at full height it was easier to read the Crown, easier to see how drained, how weary...and how different He was to what both he and his host had known.

"The irony, Lord, is that Silence comes to speak when called to." Not that one would want Silence to listen; still-quiet was always the best forum for serious thoughts formed and passed onto another. A very slight frown touched Endiovar's mouth; the Dragon King was being used as a crutch - Creation moving when it was apparent he should yet be resting.

He watched with eyes bright; reading much in both of the gods before him. "There was truth and untruth in what Destruction told my host...though what he heard and knew, I cannot say...he was--" 'Enamoured of Destruction - idea and form.' The last part was not spoken so much as impressed; Silence dipped his head a bit before speaking aloud again. "No, my Lord. I am not...busy." He fumbled, feeling much like a young man alone with the object of his affections, daring to speak for the first time.

"There has been much to happen since I came to be, but much of that was devoted to your Return. Now," A thoughtful pause, "Now they bow their heads when it is quiet, and wont for rest..."


http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngCreation moved and Xia Lu Ling moved with him; form well suited to being a crutch; his Majesty's Loyal Dog. He listened to what Silence said and flicked his tail; it was not for him to speak - this was a conversation for Creation and Silence; one that he was as furniture to. For the moment.

Ivynian

"Walk with me?" It was a request, though Creation did start a slow step forward. "Long idleness and decay are inimical to me by nature, and while I am not yet fully unwetted of the blood of the cocoon I find that this hall becomes as oppressive a cage. "

It must be likewise for most of the mortals ....and immortals even. Except those darker purpose, few bear that hollow heart.



"The question I must ask first is unkind. Do not feel locked to your answer, or even to knowing the whole of it..."

"Let us pretend as we are. What Is is infinite. Imagine. Forget the sorrows and the shadows, the scars that mar the hands and lips. Or ashes that dull taste of tears on tongues. "

He waited the paces it took for them to reach the out of doors, letting the sound of his voice ebb as a tide of mist against hazy banks of the mind. The world did seem dim and fresh and blanketed in fog that was sudden but seemed to have been there for generations. No, it had always been there.

"Tell me, how will you bring glory to what is? What is your part now, as you are? As you plan to be? What is deified Silence in this place?"

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A request granted with grace and tempered lightly with trepidation. The seriousness with which Creation addressed him, his stance - even leaning upon the darkly furred Beast keeping pace with him - told Endiovar a great deal. He nodded and fell into step with the Crown; he too felt fettered, chained to this place.

"There was safety in the walls of our tomb and we were loathe to leave."

Standing out of the Pantheon with fog all around, Creation speaking not plainly, but plain enough and a Dragon King brought to valet, servant, crutch...Endiovar could not but feel chill. Unkind indeed! Bitter words blossomed in Silence and died before they became word or un-word.

"What you ask is not unkind, but difficult." He wet his lips and let go the knot in his stomach; there was sense of Purpose that touched upon his skin lightly. "There is nothing but quiet here, my Lord. Without Universe Silence rules, but incompletely." Endiovar stepped away from Creation and turned to face what wasn't there any more; gathering his thoughts as best he could - he did not mean to be cruel, but without the low hum of activity held within Universe that spread to the skies...it was unnaturally quiet.

"I have been the surface upon which so many prayers were brought to You. In me, in my presence, they have found solace and comfort. What Is...will always have need of this, though less as things are righted." Endiovar went back and forth between the hard, solid comfort of spoken words and the gentle touch that came when he did not use them.

Right or not, he had answered as best he could - what the reaction was, he could only wait.

Ivynian

"And Then?"

"When the need to bring missive to me of quiet need and desperate prayer...when that post has faded and the great terror is passed? What do you plan to do with your power when the thoughts of the many turn towards children, money, homes and work?

The Eldest spoke softly, walking still in the mist, though there seemed to be soft greens, tendrils of moss growing from the path that he feet tread.

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngAnd Then. Creation's soft words and demeanor so changed to what he'd known of Destruction; only fitting to be so different, of course. But what Then? "I do not know, Lord."

"Cloak all that Is with quiet, with such a soothing comfort... should one simply reach for it, I suppose." That was not satisfactory, it made his lips purse and his brows knit closer together, a frown on his face. "Silence is not simply a void to be filled..." Endiovar looked up at the empty 'sky', expression softening. "At least, not always." But he was musing and talking nothings when a question had been pressed to answer.

His wings, insubstantial as they were, fluffed a bit. as he shrugged. It wasn't a careless gesture, but one that said plainly he had not thought this far. "In truth, I had not ventured to think of after. It seemed best to not." Another small pause, then " I feel that in past I must have waited passively, inactive, until needed. I do not wish to sit, I would make something more ' of myself'."

Clearly, he would need to think on this more.

Ivynian

"Do not trouble greatly....the minds and eyes of all have been focussed on the horizons of coming end, and the ears on the sound of trumpet blasts. "

"The ultimate path and intention of a life is something that usually takes the whole of it to realize." Creation ruffled his hand into the fur of the host beneath his grasp. "There was silence before it had being, long ago. But it was not a silence that spoke or felt. It was absence. When there were words between AllMaiden and I, the sounds and words had no keeper. These things did not come until later, when enough was said and done that sound came to be a thing within and without of the Primodial. When the silence was given meaning as well. But the greatest part of the Home before was in the space between the stars. That living void that was cut with gems and bannered with light and colour dazzled all...but found special kinship in you. "

Ages ago...

"You are yet young, but when your power comes greater to your hands, may I ask a token of it?"

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngIt was strange, to not feel shame at not knowing - but Silence found only a wont to understand and learn, not shame at not knowing. He watched Creation touch his Dragon fondly, as though the words spoken now also had meaning for Yu....meaning he would not ask about, even later. Watching the beast-dragon's ears flick back and forth sheepishly was enough tell for Endiovar.

He nodded; understanding at the least, this part; Creation spoke of the Beginning. How he first came to be with and within All. So very good to hear this from His lips, to read the truth of it all in face and form. "I...Even without knowing, something so dear is missed." If he closed his eyes, he could ignore the pressing wrongness and loss that came without sky to give shape above them.

"Ask anything you wish. There is nothing I am or have that I would not freely give to You."

Through this, the Dragon remained quiet, steady and steadfast at Creation's side. He listened and mentally made observations -- yes, one's path was something revealed slowly, sometimes. His own host had discovered this first-hand, as had he. Yu's tail swished back and forth lazily; the tip just touching the new green-growth that sprang from his Lord's step.

Ivynian

“When you are grown, then. “ Freely given. May these not be feelings and words spat on later with regret. Promises so often find their owners bitter when their dawn comes at last.

“You bring some ease in the task, and have my gratitude. Is there thing or deed that you desire that would bring you the same? Word or thought? “ Creation held one of the great, fuzzy ears of the beast in his hand, lightly pinching pressure between his thumb and pointer as he drew along the outer shell. In many animals it produced an endorphin effect. Pleasure-pain. “It must be wondered by the host of the Pantheon if there are any words but those drear and full of meaning to be had from my mouth. “

Strange mist was clearing to show shadowed columns and garden paths again, stone sculpture and moss walks. The place was changed again, neither shop-cottage nor charnel Throne, and surrounded again by splendour of fruit bearing trees, arboured vines and waterways with stock of fish and shells.

Pantheon Layout

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngCuriousity skittered along the back of the blond's neck; Creation asking something of him when he was grown - and what could that be? Endiovar nodded graciously; trying to be attentive and not let his mind wander as their feet were doing. "It's necessary, at this juncture, that your words carry such weight. All that Is very nearly was not."

As the area was changed, he thought on what he might ask of Creation. A gift so spoken wasn't something to treat lightly. A request came to mind but it warred with a twinge of guilt and not a little bit of hesitation. This was a chance for him to make right one of two things and it did not come easily to the youngling god; he could ask Creation to visit Revei, perhaps to help heal the scrambled and fraying edges for him...or he could be very selfish.

Two of the three sets of eyes granted to Yu by his host closed in pleasure and the beast made a low, rumbling sound that was part growl, part croon. Before them the grounds sprung to life; green and flowing from Creation's generous hand. Water sounds tickled at Yu's furry ears as he waited and listened; what would this child ask of Creation? Never mind that he himself, in this incarnation, happened to be younger yet than Silence -- the pale-haired godling was still 'child' to him.

Moments spent watching the fresh scenery before a decision was put forth; he would try his luck. "I would ask two things of you, Lord." 'If you would allow it. One is personal and will take little effort but would mean so much...the other is not for myself, but another.'

Ivynian

“It is but asked, that as I am able such things will be granted. Two is hardly ought to worry over; Wishes most often come in threes, you see.”

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http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngEndiovar smiled up at Creation with the whole of his being; a mute-swan's joy required no sound but spoke volumes. He could ask his two items! "Thank you, Lord." The blond pursed his lips a moment and framed the first request; which of his requests should go before?

"I ask that you would come to see Revei, the Dream's Guide. He was...injured. I know not if you can help ease his mind, but it would ease mine if you came to see him." Endiovar would explain further if Creation wished, but the true extend of Revei's injuries were best known in person.

"My other request..." He paused; what an odd little thing to ask and one he wasn't certain how to phrase. "I gave my word to Destruction that I would return and repay a favor he granted...you and he are two of the same, so...I would like to repay that favor." He reached out to touch the Eldest's arm lightly. "A kiss..." Soft words, lowered lashes; it wasn't the most comfortable thing to request of a man in the presence of another.

Yu's tail flipped a little; he pretended to not hear any of that; a semi-private moment though he was right there, being a living walking stick. Which was fine. He didn't mind.

Ivynian

“Injury and wound is dealt by sword and hand to the body, by word and deed to the mind. Both may be healed, but deepest running are but scarred over and lessened in pain. I will do as can be done to heal what hurt he has taken, but that it happened at all will remain a memory to him. “

“Though perhaps that is not wholly an ill lesson, is it not?”

Harmodius listened to the pause before the request was made. Repayment? Were tithes paid with requests further? Though it was plain the request was permissive rather then pleading. At least the original intention of it may have been. The softness of the motions and the heave gilt gold that rimmed Endiovar’s eyes said this was not necessarily an inimical payment. “Favours granted with sweetened breath? Surely I should fear to harvest such lips lest I lose my own voice.”

The tome held much unspoken of loves and liaisons of the gods and mortals, less so of his own. Single chapters or errant pages scattered with poetry and prose. Or detached into writs of myth that insulated the house of leaves. But kisses had not yet lit upon this new flesh. Or kiss alone, singly. Creation paused, inclining his shoulders and face down, “There is neither lava beneath my skin nor fangs within my jaw to please any thrill of danger. But as you say is true of our nature.”

khiarhu

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngHe dipped his head and nodded a bit, yes - that was all true. "I can ask no more for him than that. I give him ease such as I can. Blanketing his senses with soft, nothing..." Endiovar's eyes were bright; Creation's words sliding over his senses like a balm, soothing him with a quiet assurance that Things would be taken care of as they could be.

"You are correct, my Lord." 'Remembering such a lesson can only benefit thought the pain of such a recollection may be great.' Even gods must learn things - though neither Endiovar nor Revei would have been made to suffer in such manners had Knowledge been present to give forth what he knew. Things that they had already discussed, the three - Knowledge, Dream and Silence.

His lips curved into a smile - that he would take Creation's voice! "I would not steal from others such a precious thing...words to ease and bring hope." Creation shifted his position, leaning towards the blond haired god and he lifted his face and hands to the other; fingers lightly threading through the multi-hued silk of Creation's hair. "Danger is not the only thrill, Lord." Silence lifted up onto his toes, bringing his mouth against Creation's in a kiss that had long waited to happen. Destruction would not have his repay, but His 'better' half would...in the presence of a Dragon King, no less!

Ivynian

With difficulty the sensation of gossamer tinctured with delight was inscribed on his mind. The moment lasted, in that manner, some moments. The gratification derivable bounded outside of jest of rude recompense and arrived at some genial warmth that spread through limbs with ascending intemperance. Harmodius pulled back first, a sigh exhaled on his breath as he lifted away, “A jealousy of attendance may come of this between ourselves, but I could not regret it. “

“This is a first that is given unto me in ages tumbled over each other….and new on this wrought form. I should take the symbol to heart, that Silence first besotted this flesh. “

And yet the names of others are close writ on his being and even born out of his own mouth. Brevity makes the honey sweeter from stolen arbors. Surely it is that my own mind has been turned to the procuring of such esteem so often lately, and the issuance of such acts. The balance of absent hearts.

khiarhu

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngAs he had said, there were thrills that could be had without the 'danger' of fang or heavy, thick tail. Silence did not press for more than that one kiss though a good part of him would have been pleased with another and another and another. With an expression that held a deep-seated affection and a little bit of the confusion and inner turmoil he had brought on himself, Endiovar's sandal-clad feet returned fully to the newly green earth.

"Nor I." No, he would not regret such a kiss, shared with Creation. A gently taken first; robbed of Creation's mate by one that carried quietly flowering feelings for not only Him, but two others! Had Endiovar been mortal yet, he may have tried rationalizing that He had held court within his chest long before the damaged Dreamer's Guide and his grey-bird of Knowledge. As it were, he simply accepted that he carried a great deal of affection for all three and held such moments close and precious, as rare and exotic gems in times past.

Light hands lingered, smoothing back bright hair for just a moment; Endiovar drew his hands back and let them uselessly at his sides. At Creation's side, the Dragon King's bright eyes watched him as though taking his measure. The beast was so still though; like a living, breathing piece of dark statuary that made the Eldest stand out even more. Silence could not help but wonder what the creature-King thought - if it were thinking at all.

Creation and Silence would likely have been amused to know that the Dragon King was in fact thinking forward about the newly-made grounds. Maybe he would roll in the grass and moss as a treat for his host, or find Zhijian and have one of his servants pour them tea. Mostly though, Xia Lu Ling was thinking that the soft and seemingly-useless god of Silence might not be quite as useless as he seemed. Interesting.

Ivynian

He took some breaths of quiet, feeling more then watching the motions of hands that brushed into his hair with relish. Touch. It happened little before, then not at all for so many ages that opiate properties remained to it. “ Your compatriot then, Revei. Do you know whence he houses now that I could call on him?"

khiarhu

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngCreation's words brought his attention back round to more serious things; less pleasant surely - but a great deal more serious. "Yes." 'He retired to his rooms here,in the Pantheon...Gianfar is with him.'

Knowledge had not attended the Re-naming Ritual in favor of remaining at Revei's side though Silence had slipped away to join in. His affection for Harmodius having drawn him down to the crumbling, busy Throne Room so he could watch the burning-god sacrifice himself that Harmodius might come forth from the chrysalis.

'Revei has not left his rooms since the planes merged.'

Ivynian

"It shall not be long then. I will send warning before calling on him, then. It should not wait long for his own comfort,"

call on he. And..Gianfar. It has been long, long since I spoke to him. He was ever gone to the books, to his flights, since he has returned. Well, not entirely. Destruction has been unkind, and sight of me is like to be unwelcome in any matters. It cannot be helped, if Revei is to bee aided...and that he will value. If hate? I cannot say. I cannot say anymore. Everything is familiar as pages touched a thousand times and yet remote as the book held in the the lap and not the memory behind the eyes. New as first fallen petals... Harmodius lifted fingers to his own lips, deliberation plain in every gesture.


And of silence? To call again upon this youth before the appointed and already promised time? It is not my place. Knowledge may have plenty to feed down my throat on such matters as it is, let alone to come so near as one of his own friends. Not so soon, not yet. This knife edge must yet be walked a while.

khiarhu

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.png"Come when it pleases you, Lord. I will hold wide the doors to welcome you." Pretty words, but not spoken without feeling. Pale fingers touched lips the color of chill slowly; though Creation's internal dialogue was hidden from him he could read some of what the Eldest felt in the stance he took, the far-away glint to his eyes and the slow, thoughtful movements.

What he would have given to know the threads of thought spinning behind His eyes - and the purpose. Would thoughts become reality, sturdy as heavy broadcloth? Or as light and delicate as spun silk? To what purpose did Creation's features carry such a look?






With his thick, furry form against Creation; Yu felt his Master's movements more than saw them. What private thoughts held court in His head, the Dragon King could only make educated guesses at. The Sky being missing was one pressing issue among a veritable ocean of others; thankfully many of the "problems" caused by Destruction (and later Gehenna) would heal simply with Creation holding the Throne.

"Two birds with one stone, My Lord." Meaning, of course - that He would be able to speak with Gianfar as well as take a look at the wounded Dream. Naturally Xia Lu assumed that Creation would wish to speak with Knowledge...after all, he himself had.

Ivynian

"It is so, they will both be there. The little birds.....new birds, new loves. What more exotic and ecstatic a nest-feathering then that of Knowledge finally courted and Dream....dream given room to soar. " He leaned more on Yu then, before shifting to bow to the bleaching youth. "I will look for your smiles then, when my own thin with care and caution. It will not be over long. Until then, Sachem Aphonic."

khiarhu

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngThat brought a smile to the pale god's lips; it was good to see the two together...they were a wonderful, beautiful couple -- very much in love. It radiated from them and touched all around them. Endiovar enjoyed basking in the warmth of their relationship; coat-tails. Tagging along and getting some affection in return for a service rendered to one that he cared for.

"Come often, My Lord." 'Seek my smiles even when you have no need, but merely a wont.' Endiovar reached out to the Eldest as he bowed, fingers light and lingering only briefly against Creation's flesh. "Until then, my Lord."






Yu's furry body bore the weight of Creation as he bowed to the blond and spoke of soft things. He was attuned to his Lord and would travel with him, supporting him where ever the Eldest wished to go; be it Throne Room or Other.

Ivynian

Straightening, Creation guided his and his Dragon's steps again towards what served as the primary architectural structure of the Pantheon grounds.

"There is a orator's walk now that spans over a recessed floor and step bench where listeners could relax and debate at their leisure. That damned throne is gone, and the symbol of its inflexible hierarchy. "

"It would be best to rest there a while. You spoke knowingly of Gianfar's location, and purposes regarding him. Have you spoken to him, Xia Lu Ling?"

khiarhu

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngEndiovar watched Creation and his dragon moving towards the open area spoken of but he did not move to follow though he did wish to. Follow Him and watch Him, as he had when his Lord had been naught but raw and wild nothing held in a shell.

Pale lips curved shyly up and the blond turned so that he could go and tell Revei and Gianfar of the news; he wished to linger, but...they had already bid each other farewell for this time. Improper to stay and improper to want to run to Creation and put his arms around him that he may draw strength from his limbs the way he did with the Dragon King.





The Dragon-in-Beast's-Skin nodded his great head at the directions given to him; his keen eyes picked out the place Creation spoke of. He spoke with such derision of thrones and what they represented...but the King did not comment about that. This was a time for all that was new - new order and new practices -- perhaps Gianfar would be pleased with this; he knew the grey scholar held no fondness for the conventional way the Twin Crown had held court over All.

"Yes, my Lord. I have spent time with Gianfar." Xia Lu Ling brought Creation to the bench and helped the Eldest to settle comfortably; he himself kneeling at His feet. Easy to speak from there; easy to watch with all the love and joy he felt at being so near the Twin Crown. "We spoke at length, previously. I...felt it odd that he did not show his face and share what he knew, before." And because he had been curious as to the past...not stuck pining for it as some surely had...but curious and wishing to Know.

They had not parted on bad terms either; Xia Lu Ling was wary of Gianfar in some ways, but respected and liked the God of Knowledge.

Ivynian

He smiled with faint amuse, "All things shall come to me only when directly invited? Speak, dragon. You tell me you spoke at length, but not a summary at least of what was come to. If it was interesting to your mind, it is so to mine, to know what Gianfar's reasoning for his recent actions are. "

"It is not my preference to be ever estranged, isolated, from even the closest of my kin. Speak, Xia Lu Ling. "

khiarhu

Creation's words were lightly spiced with laughter at having to pull information from his Dragon; Yu's ears flicked back and forth as he settled in with only a hint of sheepishness at being so gently chastised by his master.

"Gianfar came not to your side, Lord, for he was more concerned with his lover's well-being; as you know, the Dreamer's Guide has been wounded. I was told there are more important things than even the End of All." Here the Dragon King chuckled a bit, "Admittedly, I approached him for other reasons - a ghost-dream from the past was haunting my thoughts...as he was a player in that misty drama, I sought his company and knowledge." Speak he would; not only because He bade him speak, but because it was good to speak with Creation at length.

"He spoke of his council, a forum for speaking of balance...and of Samyaza's first appearance--" Excitable beast, growling beast; Yu's fur stood on end and his many eyes narrowed and glinted with anger repressed. "How the assumption that You had sent them led to his teaching those he could not Know the ways of Names and how to traverse Yggdrasil. It was very interesting, to hear of the Grigori and how things happened Before."

Again the beast paused, it's great jaws closing for a moment as it pondered things not-remembered but re-learned; Knowledge was dangerous and powerful in his mind - a great ally or a wily enemy and while the Dragon King obviously caused the grey-winged god much anxiety by his very shape and existence...he found him fascinating and counted Gianfar as an ally. "No matter his...mistake, Gianfar spoke passionately, Lord. He was quite angry that she, Samyaza, brought him low and made him a traitor. Even your beautiful Empress fell victim to the Grigori's un-truths and brought her to your side."

Xia Lu Ling shifted and wrapped his long tail about Creation's feet, heavy paws flexing to show claws. "I was told, my Lord, that You were angrier that your Kings were harmed by the Void that makes up the Grigori than by the attempt made upon Yourself. That the Grigori took three routes to escape as you bade us cease attacking the Void-beasts."

Ivynian

The gradual fading of mirth to some moor-soft mist of sadness progressed as did the tale. Things remote and innumerable lifetimes ago of creatures and cares.

"It was so. "

" Mortal and Ageless contrivances come and go with time. But what father will seek vengeance instead of tending wounded sons that may yet be healed? War can wait, and preparation can be made, if there are hands yet to wield needle or sword. Or tongues for words. And what could three such hope to do, even as they were, against me in my own walks?

I am Names.
Yes.
Each that ever was borne or shall be is rooted in my own. "


"Worry not overmuch. The time will come, sooner then any could hope. It will begin anew, this war They never ended. But it will...begin and end."

[khiarhu]

Con't - The Hem of Your Garment

khiarhu

Of course, Creation was right - how could His words not be? "We are lucky to have such a caring Father." Not were, but are. Despite his being reborn through flesh that was not related to the Twin Crown, Xia Lu Ling still considered himself a Child of the Crown..as he was certain the other Kings did as well. Yu's thick tail curled and twitched against Creation's flesh, little tendrils reaching out to caress idly. Tiny black-furred tentacles, spread across the paleness.

"I am not worried, Lord. I know that the time will come when they return and we destroy them completely. Though the means are not wholly clear to these eyes as yet. But I would not have You returned to that abominable state, so there will be ways found and executed." Granted, their victory wasn't by any means assured...but he could afford to be bold and confident even while musing over the hows of such an undertaking. With any luck, it wouldn't happen until more of the Kings had furthered their rebirth.

Ivynian

"Did Gianfar's seeming opinion, such as it filtered through his words and other language seem to yet agree with long passed theory? .... "

How heavy the weight of disappointment, the lock on the links that drags at faith and good friendship until the stirred dust blinds eyes.

"Were you satisfied of your own stories and personal inquiries? One need not lie and still lead astray from omissions and word play. "

khiarhu

Put forth in such a manner, the Creature could but draw it's great muzzle wholly together so that it might twist into something between a grimace and a frown. He could not read the Eldest's form in Silence's manner so words were all that came upon his sensitive ears. Wise words, words that made his ever-twitching tail cease all movement.
"Both satisfied and led aside by an eagerness to harm those recently returned." Yu saw nothing to be gained nor lost by admitting as such; he had, of course, thought to himself that Gianfar's words may not be whole-truths, or even half-truths....but part of him had wanted to and had allowed the conversation between the two to lead down differing paths. "Gianfar may have spoken truths that were without the whole of Truth, but it rings true to myself that whatever trespass Knowledge wrought, You handed out his punishment ages past."

The Dragon King's jaws cracked open again, his tongue flicking out to wet the dark fur of his muzzle. "Also, I feel that my attention is better spent on learning of Samyaza and the Grigori. They are not done with Us yet. Samyaza's blades are merely bloodies, they will cry for another taste, soon rather than late." And he without his proper form! Woe and shame!

'Ahhh-- that is to change, O'Treasure. Can you not feel it? I sleep soon, inside you. Alpha's loyal dog--'

Xia Lu Ling let a rumble build in his chest; thoughts of the Grigori's return and his own rebirth bubbling up emotion that channeled into such a sound.

Ivynian

"Many minds stray over and over to only the Grigori, to Samyaza, and battle. These things are, indeed, inevitable. "

"But the focus upon just them is wrong. It happened just so, that all sought out confrontations and war, and forgot that These are not gods. Their way is one of subtlety. A sword may be drawn before to distract so that a poison gas may be released behind without hindrance. "

"Even so, what are the numbers of the gods? Sixty four, perhaps, and a great many of that are missing among the tatters of what still Is. But how many have come into their strength? Maybe thirteen, and not all of those accounted warriors or present. The Grigori have the full experience of 95 Ages....Ages....of sealed bitterness and plots with their lore. "

"And what of the gods is older then the count of a single decade?"

"The focus must be on regaining strength and cunning first. Of becoming gods, something ABLE to face them, before running off to certain annihilation. Samyaza will not be caught alone a second time unless there is some plot behind it. The Others are here. While they are seething over a second failure, actions of growth should be sought. Not just ...war."

"But of them I will tell you this....the names, or as they are called, of the chief generals are well known Samyaza, Akibeel, Tamiel, Ramuel, Danel, Asael, Batraal, Anane, Turel, and Azazyel. Ten in all, and each used to have a cadre of thirteen subordinates, then thousands of followers who were....still living and Being. The Grigori themselves...they are not Being. Somehow...they are half of and in the Chaos, and it is in them and brought into what Is. How they achieved this, and are not simply dispersed and unmade is a secret that is yet uncovered. But it has to do somehow with my own magic. "

"I discovered and wrote, long ago in the silences, in the Tome, the clues of it I had uncovered: The Younger were not yet come-of-age. But they were full of energy and life, and endless curiosity. The Children of the Crown found great delight in them, and all the wonders of their ingenuity. Lord and vassal together could learn from one another and explore the boundless fruits. There came to be among the race of men a maiden of inestimable renown. Subtle were the paths of her mind, and her hands were quick to follow the whims of will and spirit. Perfect measures of comeliness and strength were in her body, so that she was fair but with majesty. Here was a queen of her people, not in decoration only.
She came to the temples of the High Learning where she was succored to womanhood, and then to the seat of the Patron of Law.

Law was given to deep and long deliberations on nearly all matters. Law was also beloved of the Court of the Emperor, steadfast in her loyalty and unwavering in her service to the Pantheon. When the Pearls were given out among the Patrons, she was not in haste to make use of the wonder. It was set away, in safe keeping in her personal chambers, until she could properly discover the inspirations of what was needed and righteous.
Law had many duties, and also many allies, and her blessings had been asked on many of the other pearls and the races that were put forth, so she came to forget that she had not used her own. Memory is fickle, and may substitute one great thing for another. Thus the pearl laid, forgotten among the many chests and locked boxes, jewels themselves to look upon, which laid about the rooms of Law.

The Regal Woman, in Law’s service, was permitted to continue going among the forum of the wise, for the learning made her greater and more useful, and she had sued that “The Lord of Knowing sometimes comes among the great of the elder-kin and teaches them Words. If I could learn but one of these, I would learn Law, and would know you better….and could serve you utterly. “

So she was allowed, and betrayed not that though she was purposed to learn, as simple mortals barely ever could, but a single Word, she had subtlety and power in her that she learned a handful. And in the libraries and histories told at the feet of Knowledge she learned of the wheels of Fate, of the Fabric, of the Beginning.

In mortal kind there is a balance like that of the crown. Too much of any thing, good or evil, can tip such delicacy and overmaster the scales. It is this that, while even can breed great and righteous things, breeds also evil and corruption. This is the basis of Chaos, from which all things sprang…, from the Void itself which churned. So this great learning, unchecked over such time with measures of wisdom and experience, came to break in that woman the balance of her heart.

She heard of the beginning and long thought it over in the silences of the night, and came to see the Void as the first and Perfect. She served Law in name, but it was Chaos that was first, primal and unbound…and to which all would return. In seeming only, from that night on, did she serve her Patron. She laboured to learn all the secrets of Law, winning finally the inner sanctum and bed of the Lady. In Law’s absences to Court the Regal Woman turned the keys of the boxes. She found the Pearl. ....."


"This...you have surely guessed, is the story of Samyaza. It was titled the Ley of the Pearl, long ago. It is my guess that it is the Pearl which they somehow use as the key to their magic. I think they shall not be bested until it is reclaimed, if it still exists at all."

khiarhu

Carefully did the Dragon King listen to the words that poured from Creation's lips; a gentle admonishment not just for him, but offered to his ears, that came under the twin guises of knowledge and instruction.

All that Creation spoke was true. The gods were all babes in their nappies compared to the Aged Grigori. Grigori that had no doubt spent Ages honing their skills and growing their abilities so as to assure themselves of a victory. The chaos that Samyaza had caused, the damage that she had done to Destruction was likey a drop in the ocean of what may come -- but they were wholly unready! The Pantheon was an infant facing an adult and all the enthusiasm in All that Existed would not be enough if they did not begin to prepare.

'Samyaza, Akibeel, Tamiel, Ramuel, Danel, Asael, Batraal, Anane, Turel, and Azazyel' Xia Lu Ling repeated the names to himself while his quick mind meshed the story told by Gianfar of Knowledge and the deeper one spoken by Creation. They clicked, for the most part -- clearly there were things that Gianfar hadn't wanted to go into; Law being one to lose a Pearl to the wiles and ways of the Grigori Samyaza....the Pearl being quite possibly the key to defeating the Void-wielding monstrosities.

"Aye, Lord. I did not remember as you spoke, but I did reason that it must have been so. Samyaza...given much rein by Law, taking much that was never meant for her and using it against us." He gave the multi-hued Elder a long look. "We must find way to retrieve that Pearl....and the Lady Gaia's arm." Great Heaven -- what sort of trouble could she get into with two such powerful artifacts? Gaia's arm to grant access to otherplanes...and the Pearl - solid in form or used and brought formless - for power?

"As you say, we must prepare. This is War though we have forgotten in our joy at your return." Yu's ears went flat against his skull; Creation's earlier words echoed in his mind like heavy drumbeats,or perhaps thunder. Ominous. Weighty. '"Even so, what are the numbers of the gods? Sixty four, perhaps, and a great many of that are missing among the tatters of what still Is. But how many have come into their strength? Maybe thirteen, and not all of those accounted warriors or present. The Grigori have the full experience of 95 Ages....Ages....of sealed bitterness and plots with their lore. "'

It should have felt hopeless, but it did not. Xia Lu merely felt the weight of what was to come gradually settling upon him like a leaden mantle. "I will remind my Brothers of our duty and of the danger that is not yet passed as you have reminded me." And he'd bloody well figure out weaponry and the like too.

Ivynian

"Weapons! " It was said with weariness and a sigh,
"It is the same answer each of you comes to. Did yo uhear my words? What good are weapons in the hands of those with no knowledge of them? What good are weapons at all in the hands of a morph god that remains half-mortal hearted and so slowed by the limits of that upon their power? Turel Was a mighty warrior, and what weapon in such hands, were it forged of my own bones, would find its mark on him ? He would laugh and smite down then bearer. Weapons will be provided in time when there are those who can wield them. When the Forge is made hot again."

khiarhu

In this, a flash of ire dredged up from his host's mercurial and volatile nature; Xia Lu Ling's muzzle curled up, baring teeth at no one for he could not bear to snarl at Creation even in such a small fit of temper.

"How often have you heard this, Lord, that you respond so. I will not speak of it again, as you say -- there will be weaponry when there are hands that can hold and fire to help shape." Horns shook as the creature tossed it's heavy head and mane; it was an action that held the self-same feel to it as a cat cleaning itself after having missed it's intended target while leaping.

If they could not use weapons - and Creation had made that clear - then their recourse was what? Knowledge, yes...and growth. Reclaiming power once theirs. Yu breathed a warm breath across the Eldest's legs and twined his tail around His ankle more tightly. "We are bumbling children, how frustrating we must be. Half-blinded pups, staggering about mewling for a teat - and you, newly returned and playing wet-nurse!" But there were two of the Brothers that were not so blinded -- two had strength that the others would need and how many of the lower Pantheon? Underworld, he knew - the Lady of Music, also...and Hunt. Yes, these three with Gianfar and his mate, Revei. Who else? Who else?

All things he made note to himself to find out.

Ivynian

"True frustration takes much greater then simple discussions. You mistake me....though perhaps it IS a matter of my patience being too new to be as long as it should be. "

"Truely though, artifacts of old for that great purpose are returned. Mine at least may be sundered and fitted to a greater many blades. It was greatest as a symbol, comparatively, in that I need no weapon to go to such a battle save my awareness and wit. Be comforted. There will be weapons that will have such strength made into them."

khiarhu

Six red eyes slid across the landscape thoughtfully; his ears were pricked back at Creation to devour each syllable, but his gaze wandered.

"This is difficult, my Lord. Knowing an enemy awaits but being unable to lash out with tooth and fang to smite them in your name." Xia Lu's eyes moved low to inspect his heavy paws with their large, sharp claws. How utterly useless against the Grigori though he would use them in any way that he might. Not to attack directly, no -- he had learned the hard way that Void ate through his flesh as quickly and easily as water dissolved cotton candy.

Better to use his form to impress upon the mortals left...to further relations with them and through their faith, gain yet more power. It would be much easier for the Dragon King once he had full control of his body. Yes. Until then patience -- he would be patient and do as Creation bade him do.

"Tell me of Names, Lord, if you are not overly-wearied." Once more, the good dog.

Ivynian

"You ask for understanding of the very nature of what Is. But that I do not begrudge you. There are no ears of the fleeting about to become confused or jealous in the hearing. "

"All things, save one, had a True Name. A word that encompasses all of its Being. Pats, Present, Future, the hopes and fears, the growth and decay of every object. It is this word, from the very....language....of the Nameless that draws Life from that thing and into the created Name-bearer. This language is vast, and only in utmost balance do even I...as I am incarnated...know the full of it. It is this tumult that first spawned Gaia, naming her Seed, naming the Yggdrasil....from Itself. It was in this language that all things were first thrown forth from our minds, hers or mine, and then those of our children as we taught them the words of making to draw the Life from me. "


"Time progresses along the spread fan between two outcomes: decay or greater glory. For some Created, age beautifies and perfects, chisels away impurities and leaves the finest, translucent Power that surrounds the evolution and majesty of the Being. For others, age brings dust and crippling cracks that break supports into ash and leave little if even memory. But all....all.....have a Name. Many of the Mortal Races, as they follow their sciences and turn away from Wonder and the Cycles....as they quest to become what they are not have lost this knowledge. The Mystery of Complexity within Simplicity, dichotomy and paradox, do not fall within their understanding. But they do have Names.

If I spoke the name of any allowed, such a Being would be commanded to obey. So it is with any that I would teach Names to. Every Being has an individual name, which is harder to know and come by, and the greater the flow of My Blood within them, the greater and harder to find their Name. By the same token, many things have lesser names...the name of their race, that forms a piece of their Greater Name. It is these names that are more easily taught and commanded. The Lesser Names and Lesser words became the Old Tongue...Godspeech. ...however you wish to call it. Lesser is perhaps a bad term, for the speech you have witnessed is very powerful, only lesser in that it is more general. "

"And there are many spells involving the Old Speech and Names. Those who would seek power and who would cause damage to the flow of what is can steal names and bind servants as demons and witches do, or cause imbalances in the flows of nature by calling rains out of season. There are those who recognize the need for balance and that there is a payment....destruction for each creation as well, who act as shamans and wisemen, great archmages and seers to their peoples. Few realize anymore that their mortal tongues are long, long decended from the raw Godspeech. Perhaps the words little resemble the original in writing and sound, but the seed of the word is there, so their minor power and ritual to call lightning or fireballs or change rabbits to maidens works. The 'magic' less stable, but serviceable to Mortal hands. "

"Ah..." Creation drew out a long sigh as the set of his shoulders lowered, "But you will question 'had'. The Grigori created in themselves the exception to this cloth of what Is, and so it is that they eat wholes in the Worlds and would pitch all that Is before the correct cycles into what was Before and will remain long after. Long ago, when I passed judgment upon them in the ending of the War...I could read no names within them. They had none. It took the many Ages after the Fading, during my searching and living among the worlds in lesser for to piece together the Lay of Sable Pearls. "

khiarhu

Xia Lu Ling well knew that he had asked for much; as Creation had said - he was asking an understanding of the very nature of what Is. The hows and whys contained in words that came from His lips and settled into the Dragon King's great furry ears.

Had. All things once had a True Name. Yu did not bother asking for a clarification as Creation spoke but rather held things to the side of his mind so that he might question after -- or listen further for the answers that might be forthcoming without further inquiry on his part.

While the Eldest - or was he now the Eldest, having been freshly re-birthed from the charred and twisted shell of the chrysalis? - spoke, His Pillar let the flow of the words caress his brain the way the air went through his thick, dark fur. Xia Lu's muzzle twisted into a bit of a smiling/grimace when Creation spoke of his questioning regarding the term "had"; how well did He know His Children!

"The Lay of the Sable Pearls draws my attention and interest more than the Naming of all Things though both warrant attention and knowing. The Grigori are a more pressing issue as I'm sure You agree." Perhaps he could get some of the other information from Gianfar later so that he could spare Creation some of his curiosity and questions. That is, if the white-haired God of Knowledge could be pried from his lover. Or was it more appropriate to say Lovers? Endiovar bore the scent of both Gods upon his flesh...Yu chuffed in a very bestial manner and dismissed those thoughts from his mind. He was to focus on Creation's measured words, the pleasure of his Master's voice speaking Important Things, not to mull over the exploits of a few Gods.

Ivynian

"Well, it is the story, as I already told you, of Samyaza. I know that one of the Pearls, the one given to Law, was unused. I know that the creature that now goes by the calling of Samyaza, whom was once tennant to Law, is the usurper. What I do not know is the method which she utilized to turn the magic and the pearl....how she used the Names and her understanding, to uname herself and others. How the Grigori exist at all, or bring the unnamed Chaos through themselves to eat at what Is and unmake it. "

"In the war, they were not able to be captured or made to talk. They ate themselves from within if capture seemed imminent. Or exploded in great masses of unMaterial. "

The wounds that had blotched across the Empress, the Firstborn, and others from even those moves of attrition..... and this time with many players missing.

"The greatest ally of the gods now is the mortals. If all the early words and messages were not in vain, and the reborn go out unto the worlds and speak to the mortals...help them or guide them as is their wont....they will believe after the horrors of what we have passed. That believe will prevent the Grigori from increasing their hold or numbers, if they are capable of it. "

khiarhu

Gentle reminder from the Lord of All; he had heard this story. It was in the beast-like nature of Yu's host to think-not think-think much like an over-eager puppy. For this reason, the dignified Dragon King Xia Lu Ling all but fell over himself, literally and figuratively, to please Creation, to make up for time lost due to the Fading.

"Worrisome, that there Is some fashioned thing, some Being that is beyond your Knowing." But then, he was saying that more for his own benefit than for Creation's -- the reborn Eldest knew better than he. Recollection came somewhat difficult to Yu; repetition helped just as it did with true beasts set to learning some mortal-brought task.

"As you say, Lord, the mortal's beliefs hold a great place in the scenes yet to come." Ears tipped in thick, plush fur flicked back and forth thoughtfully. "With all that has been seen, they are yet full of fear and wonder...milling about as lost as lambs looking for a Shepard..."

A steady, gentle hand was needed now lest they lose what precious ground had been gained by Creation's rebirth; God's Hands. His touch, Dragon claws and immortal hands to guide and comfort as a parent, a friend, perhaps even a lover; these things were needful things moving forward. From blue-tinged lips to black-furred ears of

And what were they all doing? Clamoring for Creation's notice - a touch, a look...even the slight wind created by His passage.

Ivynian

"Have you or your Fragment found mortal companions? Believers, perhaps not, so early in your rebirth...but friends or accomplices, lovers, these things seem often enough to grace the early steps of my reborn. "

A change of subject almost, related but more pleasant then the unending considerations of the Grigori. Something more tangible and less dire, more personal and of his dragon's own life.

khiarhu

The topic change was welcome; no matter what surprises the future held, one would go mad and madder still from doing naught but contemplating the worst. Xia Lu's thick tail twitched, the scaled sections shifting against each other and against fur with an odd, softly clinking-rustling sound.

"Yes, we happened upon a small church-sect hiding during the Weeks. Harlan, the sect leader, followed me here with the other mortals. They have aided ours in many ways both before Your Rebirth and now." It pleased the Dragon King to speak of Harlan and Blessed and the others; not only had they come to accept him - in all his frightening glory - but they had seen the other gods and goddesses, seen the Chrysalis, and Believed.

"A lover, I have one not although the Fragment had taken one of Zhijian's own to bed. Two...children," here he strained to find a word that suited what the spawn of Ashoka the Pardess and the Fragment should be referred as, "came to be from that union. Ashoka and the Fragment named them Dan and Joss...both are strange creatures, but strong and fearless as children are wont to be." Strong enough that with the help of their parents they had survived in a time of starvation, decay and death. Yu glanced side-wise at Creation; perhaps his Lord would like to meet the Fragment's spawn - children of all kinds would likely be a welcome sight to the Lord of All. "It would honor me to bring them to you. They will not speak of death and battle, but of greater things like Rio's sandwich-making skills or the way that Brother Zhijian's tail is the perfect thickness for chewing."

The spawn were not his, not really, but Xia Lu Ling felt some-what fatherly toward them and was quite fond of Dan and Joss when they weren't causing trouble (infrequently).

Ivynian

"The laughter of true innocence is music that graces my ears more and more seldom the longer the chain of linked ages that bears down...Should there ever be time, I would be glad to see them. They may find the gardens more interesting to explore then talking with me, but wild children can still be viewed in their antics from afar. "

"Zhijian..."

"How many the brothers, yet few the meetings. There is so much strength to be mustered, as though crawling and waiting to walk. " Harmodius left his mouth parted as though to suck his teeth, but didn't finish the gesture. "Never did the building fires, embers chased and housed in stone, meet the mustered magic required, to bring down gifts from forge and Throne. "

khiarhu

"Likely my Lord, the boy would find some sort of devilment to get into..or he would take to biting at Your flesh. Both of the Fragment's get are rather...bitey." The tone Yu took on was a long-suffering one; he and his had long been exposed to the oh-so-sharp little teeth that Joss and Dan had inherited from both parents. "Still, they would enjoy You, Lord...and You them."

Thickly furred-and-scaled tail thumped against dark legs; Xia Lu Ling could only nod at Creation's words - the Dragon Kings had not yet managed to gather together in force, to compare notes on the trials and tribulations of these times. They needed to, to share the good and the bad and to plan. He had spoken with Zhijian only - as they two shared some responsibility for the misbegotten pardmentlings. He had sought out Jin Huang but had not been able to locate him; the same went for Tian Yue and the others.

Of course, he had only seen a small amount of his Brothers reborn: Jin Huang, Tian Yue, Zhijian, the still-gem-bound Chien Tang & Q'an Lung...where were Mang, Shen Lung, and Ti Lung? Good questions. He'd do some research; perhaps another visit to his good friend Gianfar was in order...or he could just stake out the main Pantheon and tackle any of the Dragon Kings that came by. Chain them up until he had enough for a nice little meeting...

"I know that five of our number, six including myself, have been sniffing around." He paused a moment to look up at Creation's face, "There will be a meeting, Lord, if I must chain them to the trees newly sprung from Gaia at your bidding." But the others...well, Yu did not know. If they were reborn or yet housed in a gem...or worse: Faded completely.

[khiarhu]

...//PRP - Unexpected Assistance

SkieBorne

So far so good, he thought as he set the bundle of glass down and nodded at the clinking sound it made. He’d collected a fair amount, but it still didn’t seem like a whole lot either… would it be enough to forge into new vessels when he spoke to the people of Baadris? Just how much did Harmodius need? Forest had come to the Pantheon to ask just that question, having rather sheepishly realized that that piece of information for his current duties was missing. Some help he was, if he brought too little.

Thus, the small collection he’d gathered and stored in his chambers was now spread out before him, the cracked containers lining the half wall that ran alongside the sleeping area and the bucket of glass scraps down on the floor. He’d managed to find a rather large clay urn and had wheeled it to his room to use as a storage container until he was finished – hauling the weight of the glass was no simple task for his host and the urn itself had taken a long while to push and pull up the stairs to this floor.

Satisfied with the current collection, he nudge the sleeping mind of his host awake with a smile, “Malh’reth. Would you mind sketching this out? It’d be easier to show if we don’t have to drag it everywhere.”

Hn? Oh. No problem. You think there’s enough? It was obvious the Aurion was skeptical as he resumed control of his body and withdrew his precious sketch book. Playing fingers of the things before him as he sketched, a realistic drawing soon took shape on the papers, ready to be cast into the air.

No, it’s not done yet, but we need to know just how much we need, after all. So I’m going to go ask Harmodius for clarification. Chances are… we need a lot. Glyph nodded, always amazed at Malh’reth’s abilities to bring what the mind’s eye saw into reality.

“Alright. Let’s go then, I’m done.” Mal responded genially, turning to leave the room. As they exited, the mage trailed longer fingers over the everwood pillars in the entry way and smiled at the texture and life they held. Such curious things… and so wonderful. He’d truly appreciated what Glyph has done in choosing the furnishings. Glass and crystal, open spaces and greenery – much like the home he missed.

Downstairs, Glyph took control of the body once more and approached the throne hoping, hoping to find Harmodius.

khiarhu

In the throne room, The Emblem Pillar was holding court with his Lord and Master; rather, he was staying near Creation should the Crown have need of him. In any manner - from a crutch to lean against when the multi-hued god moved from the throne to a listening ear. Whatever was needed, Xia Lu Ling was filled with a quiet pride and joy at being able to provide Him with aid.

A scent came across the room and tickled the sensitive nose of his host; his ears moved forward to capture the sounds being made by whomever was coming forward.

Yu glanced at Creation before rising to his feet and moving down the dais to greet the newcomer; form going from four-footed beast to two-legged humanoid. It was much easier for him to speak like that. "Greetings, Host." The scent of one touched by the gods was strong and sure, else the Dragon King would not have addressed the man so.

SkieBorne

Bowing to Creation as he entered the hall, Glyph stopped rather suddenly as Malh'reth lurched in surprise and fear. Before them, a creature walked on all fours then rose to an upright position like a bear would and it set the Aurion's nerves tingling. Such things were the stuff of stories, the predator to his prey. Up until now, the people he'd run into had been recognizable beings... humanoid in shape.... but this, this was new and surprisingly frightening. It had to be some sort of guard to Creation!

"I highly doubt he's going to eat you, Mal." Glyph murmured, bemused as he nodded to Xia Lu as well.

But- Glyph cut the reflexive response off by gesturing at the dragon king, or more precisely, the aura that surrounded him. He didn't need to say anything, thankfully, as Malh'reth finally calmed down and nodded. The Aurion were more skittish around those things that posed obvious threats and even logic sometimes took a moment to sink in.

Inhaling and exhaling with relief, Glyph smiled at the Emblem Pillar, "Greetings my peer. Pardon the intrusion but I come seeking a few answers. He has asked that Judgement and I collect glass vessels capable of holding water but... I'm not sure just how much we need." He chuckled softly, slightly embarassed before he held out a hand in greeting as he continued, "Glyph, Silvim Illustirre, Forest."

khiarhu

Oh, his host would have been more than happy to attempt eating Malh'reth - he was a beast with a beast's urges and tendencies: sleep, hunt, rut. Luckily for them all then, that the Dragon King himself was in control now; host having been all but devoured by Xia Lu Ling. Indeed, only the barest traces remained - and that was a concession the King made to the beast's "family" rather than the beast itself.

"Forest." The King breathed the name through his sharp teeth but declined to smile as he shook the proffered hand; that would have been frightening rather than reassuring. "I am Yu the Five Claws, Emblem Pillar to the Crown." He did not give out his name, only titles. His name was held back for the moment; something small and treasured between himself and He Who Fashions All.

"My Lord has requested you fetch all you can, yes?" He didn't wait for any such response as he felt sure of the answer though he had not been in the throne room when the request had been made. "He will be pleased with whatever you are able to gather, Glyph-the-Forest." That Creation was weary, his energies being put towards salving the tortured planes of existence, was something the King knew well. He was the Emblem Pillar, was he not? And such a simple thing could certainly be handled without pressing Him for further answers.

SkieBorne

"Ah, Dragon King." Nodding, Glyph smiled as Malh'reth settled back down. A God was a different creature altogether. Thinking back, the god pursed his lips, "Whatever we manage, actually. But there's not very much any more, not with the devastation, and bringing back only meager offerings doesn't feel right."

Turning slightly to cast his gaze around the Throne Room, Glyph sighed, "If I knew where to find pieces that could be spared I would seek those out. The mortals, however, have had enough stripped from them - what little comfort remains, I would prefer to leave untouched. It would be a cruel thing to take the artifacts of better days from them."

khiarhu

Yu's thick fur rippled in amusement; though his domain was not Silence, nor had he the...ability to read such as the pale-haired god did, it was very obvious that Glyph - or his host - felt great relief at knowing who he was. "I am sure that He will be pleased by whatever you are able to find." The Dragon King nodded sagely and moved to draw the horned host creature further from his resting Lord.

"Mortals that came here to worship and pay homage to Creation. Ask mortals, give them a choice. There are many that would give yet more of themselves for the greater good." His words carried weight and much thought behind them; this was very true -- the mortals had lost much during the weeks...but they were supplicants before the Throne. Giving to one that would give back in much richer ways. "I understand your reluctance in this matter. If you would like, I will send some of my servants out to help you gather glass vessels. They may be of use to you in this task."

SkieBorne

Following Yu, Glyph shook his head, "The mortals I would ask were fleeing their home, chased by demons and comforted by the promise that they could return. And," he paused sighing, "with the sky fallen, they cannot return home. They are stranded here, for good or ill. I'm sure you saw the lotus flowers at the ceremony? They brought nothing but those. The people of Baadris have only the clothing on their backs and the trinkets in their pockets. I will not take more from them I can help it - I already plan on building a forge that they might use to create new vessels from the scraps of the old." Glyph smiled, "I do not intend to leave them out entirely, merely ask only what they can give."

Forest's gaze returned to Yu then, having wandered to take in the Throne Room, recalling the lotuses as he conversed, "Assistance would be much appreciated, Emblem Pillar. You know of some vessels?"

khiarhu

"There are, perhaps some surviving pieces at the church or school my followers were hiding in before I brought them round the Pantheon." He frowned a bit, then gave a low, sharp whistle as though calling someone. A few moments after, a naked demoness with scales covering her...assets came clattering in on split hooves; she bowed before Yu and did not raise her eyes to the King.

"Your servant, Lord. Direct and I shall follow." Artimesh was deliciously polite and very appropriate with words despite her inappropriate (to some) nudity. She glanced over at Mal/Glyph with sharp eyes; weighing them...judging them...finding them lacking when stacked up to her Master.

"Artimesh, this is Glyph, Lord of Forest. You will treat his words as my own and assist him in his quest to find glass vessels for Creation. You will need to venture out - talk with Harlan first to see if there is any reason to visit his church or the school. If there is, take the others and fetch any and all you find." Yu nodded at the demoness and the god next to him. "She will aid you now - by herself and with any of mine." The Dragon King reached out with one thickly furred, claw-tipped hand and touched the Aoide lightly; she trembled as though his touch were pure pleasure, the greatest accolade from her Master she could get.

Once more, the Emblem Pillar turned to Forest, muzzle scrunching a bit as he very nearly smiled. "If you wish to go with her, you may. Or you can simply tell her where to bring what she finds. Going out....with the Sky missing as it is, is not easy." He would know.

SkieBorne

Glyph listened intently as the other spoke, turning when he whistled to watch the demoness come in. Flashing a smile, and a nod, Glyph returned his attention to the Emblem Pillar, "Thank-you. We will look in the church and school then, as starting points and fan out from there." He nodded once more at the difficulty of moving about without the Sky above, "It is. I will keep that in mind keep the searches short then - I won't abuse your followers."

Glyph smiled as he turned to face Artimesh properly and offered a hand, "I do, however, prefer to see the eyes of those I work with. Greetings Artimesh."

khiarhu

"My thanks to you for being so steadfast in your task for Him. My servants will do well with a steady, firm hand to guide them. I feel you will have no problems with them." Yu's thick tail twitched and his eyes took in much of the room; scanning constantly was part of what he did.

"Greetings, Lord Forest." Scales covered the back of the hand she reached out with; returning the unfamiliar gesture as though she had always greeted others in this way. "It will be our pleasure to serve in our Master's stead. Will we be leaving immediately, Lord, or have you further business with my Master?"

SkieBorne

His gaze flicked to Jin for a moment before returning to the Aoide's, "I think, perhaps, we should attend to the task at hand and then return for a bit of socializing. A brief meeting like this is not enough of a proper introduction." Glyph nodded once before turning to regard the Emblem Pillar once more, "Many thanks. I'll seek you out for a more proper discourse once I've made arrangements for your charity. It is greatly appreciated."

"Now, Artimesh, where do we start? Harlan yes? Lead the way."

khiarhu

The Dragon King bobbed his head a little, tail flicking just a bit. "I look forward to it, Glyph of Forest. I will be at my Lord's side, most likely. If not, Artimesh will show you where I make my berth." With that, he simply watched as his capable servant led the way out of the throne-room proper.

"Harlan will be the best place to start; he will be able to tell if it worth our while to return to the church and school." Artimesh moved rapidly; tail swishing behind her like a flag, a banner. She was steadfast and sure-footed as they made their way through the Pantheon to where Harlan's small group had taken up residence. The older man was sitting with a cup of stale water, speaking in quiet tones to a lovely, waifish girl that nearly bolted when the demoness and godling came striding up. Harlan's face was disfigured, burned horribly along one side - he was as disconcerting to look at as the girl was lovely.

"Lord Glyph, this is Harlan, servant to the Emblem Pillar. The child is Blessed, favored of my Lord as well. Harlan, Blessed...we present Glyph, Lord of Forest. We are to assist him in his task--" She would, after Glyph had gotten a chance to speak via his host in greeting, explain to the mortal just what they needed and why they were asking him first.

It was a very good thing that they did take the time to ask, Harlan was able to let the two know that they would find very few vessels at the church, but that they may have some luck with the school - especially in the science labs.

SkieBorne

Glyph followed Artimesh as she lead the way to Harlan and introduced himself upon meeting, expressing gratitude for their help. When the labs were described, Malh'reth blinked from within his corner of their mind and wondered at what a science lab was. They had nothing of the sort where he was from, the term itself a foreign thing. What's a science lab, Glyph?

"You'll see." He replied softly, not wanting to spoil the surprise. The term was familiar to him, at least, but names and purposes changed frequently and it was better to learn before assuming. His attention returned to Harlan then, "Which way is the school? And how soon might we explore it?"

Syrie

Artimesh was fine with stepping back to allow the mortals to speak with Glyph through his host. Though she took on any task given her with a stead-fast purpose, she did not particularly relish the invisible fetters put on her actions. She was a demoness, after all; humans had once been her prey of choice...it was only when the Dragon King had bent her to his will that she had ceased to feed upon them.

Harlan brought one scarred hand up to rub his chin thoughtfully. "We can go when you like, Lord Glyph. The school is not overly-distant. If we set out now, going eastward, we could be there in a day or so." Of course ,that depended upon how quickly they were able to travel. When Yu the Five Claw had led the sect to the rotting Pantheon, it had been slow going because they had to practically fight through those yet living along the way. It would be faster going now; probably a journey of only two days at the most - especially if they only took the more mobile of the sect members...and Artimesh.

The demoness cocked her head at the mortals, tail flicking with impatience at all the delays. She stomped one of her cloven hoovles against the ground and shifted her weight from leg to leg and then spoke up, "We should go, quickly. Gather those that are able to move swiftly. We will need things with which to transport the glass found, so be certain we have something of the sort."

Harlan nodded at Artimesh; he was getting used to taking orders from the demoness - she was often the one that took care of things when the Lord Dragon himself was unable to leave his post. "Of course, Lady Artimesh. We will bring a wagon or something with wheels to make the transport more easy for all."

It would only take a short amount of time - perhaps an hour before Artimesh was able to gather the mortals so that they were able to head out towards the school (and it's laboratories).

[khiarhu]

...//PRP - Of Monsters and Maulings

Tsunake

The meeting with the god of Night had left him wearied and bitter, and many a knuckle had suffered the wrath of his gnashing teeth. They ached now, some bleeding, other's bruised, and he'd reluctantly allowed them to escape into the protective metal confines of his suit. How could his people be gone? How could the Universe be gone? He stumbled through the lush paradise that had once been a land filled with death and destruction, but couldn't bare to stop and appreciate the metamorphosis.

No longer a formidable structure of stone, this place, but almost like an open garden...

Heavy steps lead him towards a small, wooden structure, the mindless babble of a nearby stream a soothing balm against the dead thoughts that floated, stagnant, within his mind. If what the centaur-beast said was true, then there was no hope of going home. There was no hope of communication. That vaguely tickled a thought in the back of his mind, something Itztlac had brought up. Trying to speak with whatever was in this gem?

Hesitation, but now wasn't the time. Later. Right now, he needed to stop, to assess the situation.... and to pick up all the pieces, and stop hoping for rescue--it was time to try and figure out what the hell he was going to do on this planet. Fingers scraped roughly over the gem embedded in the side of his neck, almost as though musing over there was really a parasite within this thing.

Slowly pressing his back into the teahouse, Arden slid to the grass as though his legs were too tired to carry him anymore. There were fruit trees around here, he was noting dully. Maybe later, he'd get up and get some...

His fingers still ached.

Syrie

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Like any good dog, Xia Lu Ling was skulking around the Pantheon as part of his self-assigned watch. His Master bade him speak with the mortals and guide them. Focus and protect them from not only the World as it was, but from themselves. They were...unsettled and very fragile - but the threads of Belief and Hope had began to weave together; a bond that would grow ever stronger.

The Dragon King was a dark blur against the lush greenery; the light from Illumin's temporary 'sun' glinted dully on his thick coat and the blue under scaling. His many eyes caught all sorts of movement on the Pantheon Grounds -- Arden wasn't the only mortal around, but he was the only mortal that caught his attention and required a closer look.

Once noticed, Xia Lu Ling made his way over to the exhausted-looking man; he was no longer quadrupedal (though he could have been) but even in a bipedal form the Dragon King carried the look of his host-beast: Lengthy claws, elongated canines, large fluffy ears, horns, thick fur (now with 40% more scales!) and the ever creepy multiple eyes. Eyes that even Gianfar of Knowledge had been unsteady and unsettled by, when they had been focused on him.

'Ah, another mortal-but-not.' Curling into his muzzle and tickling his senses; the distinctive scent of a God-bearing mortal. The gems changed those carrying them in scent as well as mind and body; they were tainted with the divine power. Sometimes more, sometimes less - it depended on how long the host had been fusing with the God (or Goddess). "Greetings, 'O weary one bearing the mark of my brothers."

Not Brothers, like the Kings, but brothers - they were all of them Children of the Twin Crown, siblings in that sense, were they not? Even so, the morph-fused Dragon King had an air of command and authority about him. He would not request to join Arden, but do so at his leisure. "I am Yu, the Five Claw. Emblem Pillar to the Crown." Xia Lu Ling left out his given name for the sake of brevity and also because that was what the mortals called him by - it was more likely Arden would have heard that set of names.

Tsunake

He would have been hard pressed to ignore the sleek ripple of ebony muscle and fur that was approaching his position at a rate more rapidly than he liked. On instinct, his fingers twitched as though to curl themselves into fists even as he sat up more straightly, and the throbs of pain that danced down the small bones in his hand were enough to remind him that he'd wounded himself.

Whatever it was, it moved with a confident, animalistic grace; if it was hostile, he'd be easy pickings, and perhaps a meal. It should have jolted him with adrenaline, forced him up and perhaps limping inside the tea house behind him for shelter, but he was quite honestly captivated by the strangeness of the beast, and was tired of fighting for his life on this godforsaken planet.

It looked almost as though it had been structured after a canine with its snout and fur, but the eyes were what made his jaw grit instinctively. Too many, and the way they seemed to pin and pick him apart... He was half-tempted to drop his gaze, but only swallowed and eyed the scales, the twisting horns and fur. Quite the chimera--and intelligent, if its gaze was any indication. He was used to all sorts and sizes of aliens, and his surprise was quickly dimming as he took in the natural weapons of claws and teeth. Still, the weary marine looked quite obviously surprised when the thing spoke. Not just any rambling ravings, but a tone that possessed... well, dignity.

He was hard pressed to snap that it was a parasite's mark he bore, but his sanity hadn't quite left him yet; the last thing he needed was to antagonize anyone, and... had it said brothers? It too, bore one of these foul god seeds? Though not a dull man, Arden was having difficulty keeping up with the one-sided flow of conversation,

Yu, Five Claw, Emblem... Pillar to the Crown? Some ancient lore kept by his people, perhaps? The man didn't know, and would hesitate before clearing his throat. "Ah. Arden Valkov..." He'd about to been introduce himself as a marine of the Federation, but if what Itztlac said was true, there was no Federation any longer... Swallowing again in vain hopes of making his voice less scratchy, his armored fingers waved uneasily at the gem embedded into the side of his neck.

"...I don't know what it is." There was subtle loathing on his tongue, disdain. The voice that had consumed him had been male, and he'd only heard it a few times after that period of unconsciousness. "....Was told I could... communicate with it, but I haven't tried."

Syrie

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngCritical eyes sized up Arden rapidly - Yu could appreciate the man's build and wariness; such things would hold him in good stead. Whomever had taken this mortal as a host had chosen well in form.

"Well met, host Arden Valkov." That the mortal did not recognize him was of no bother to the Dragon King; not all on the grounds knew him and most certainly there were more coming and going daily. He could not know them all, only Gianfar of Knowledge would have that ability. Yu cocked his head at the weary man before him; wondering what he thought of having been taken by an immortal for the purpose of rebirth - he chose not to inquire as some were happy, some sad...and some bloody well pissed off about it. He really didn't want to get into one of those conversations again -- he'd argued before, through his host, with David.

Ah. There, with that tinge of loathing to his tone Arden gave away his feelings toward his new status in life. "Hmmm..." Yu settled his furred body near to the man and watched him a moment. "You do yourself a great disservice to not communicate with the One that Chose you. The being within the gem embedded into your flesh is your greatest ally now; no doubt you have questions that they could answer for you." The Dragon King paused and reflected inward a moment, two of his six eyes closing thoughtfully. "Being a host can be difficult for some, but ultimately, it is an honor to be chosen as a vessel. I hope that you will come to understand this, with time."

Granted, his host had been all too eager for Destruction to give-over the serpentine gem that had housed his spirit...Yu had to remember that many did not embrace the merging as wholly as Fragment. He should speak carefully, make the man comfortable before he went on about such things. "My apologies to you and the One Within, Host-Arden. You are tired, hungry and no doubt unsure of this place." It was an offer - did Arden want something to eat? A more comfortable resting place? Had he questions that he wished to put to Xia Lu Ling?

Tsunake

Again, the intelligence behind such monstrous visage surprised him more than it ought; he shifted uncomfortably at the unwanted title that preceded his name. It occurred to him, vaguely, that he might have offended his strange new companion—it was a host or god-thing itself, was it not?—but it was too late to reconcile. As the creature that called itself Yu took a seat, Arden reluctantly let his weary gaze flick again over the other’s strange face, and the words offered were enough to give him pause. “...It hasn’t acted much like an ally.” The soldier stated, his tone a bit gruffer than he meant it to be before he sighed. In some ways, Yu was right; he hadn’t even attempted to speak to the thing, whatever it was. “To be chosen as a sacrifice? To help... rebirth a god?” Arden questioned.

Yes, he could see why it would be. But up until this point, he hadn’t fathomed such beings even existed. Who knew if they were truly gods, or if they merely called themselves such things in a mad bid for power? Still, the chaos that had consumed this planet told him that immense forces were at work here, and he best tread wisely.

The apology surprised him, and he waved it off with a trace of unease; Yu owed him no kindness, though the sentiment was appreciated. Eventually, he'd force himself to find something to eat, and though the weight of early conversation held with the god of Night made him reluctant to pry, he'd be a fool to turn down another source of information.

"...How do I communicate with it? ...Does it just read thoughts, or is there something more?"

Syrie

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngVery little this side of the Grigori could offend Yu in these times; he was quietly over-joyed with the return of his Lord Creation and busy with His request of aiding the mortals. It was this mood paired with his own nature that kept the Dragon King from being easy to offend, to anger. He chuckled a little bit at Arden's words and attitude - no, this one was quite obviously not in the best of spirits with having been made into a Host...but perhaps that would change in time. After all, Arden had survived to see the Rebirth of Creation, had he not? So many mortals had fallen to the Weeks of Gehenna while this one stood strong - weary, but alive.

"Yes." The King cocked his head at Arden for a moment before continuing. "It would take too long to explain all of the details, but there was a time ages past when we - the True Gods - began to die off. Knowledge called it the Fading. After a time, we began returning - through the gems that housed our spirits...but we needed a vessel...a Host that would provide form and energy to facilitate our rebirth." A parasitic relationship, really...but it was so much more - the relationships between Host and God were complex and varied, far too difficult to explain in mere words.

"I cannot explain nearly so well as Gianfar, the God of Knowledge. I suggest you find him in his Library...he is better equipped to answer questions you are certain to have, though I would try." Xia Lu Ling's thick, muscular tail thumped against the lush carpet of grass beneath them.

How to communicate? That was definitely a question that the Dragon King could answer - he had conversed with his host, the Fragmented Creature quite often - but then, the relationship between the Dragon King and Fragment had been very close, even from the start. "You can speak aloud, if you like...but they are part of your conscious and unconsious now...so simply thinking towards them should be sufficient. It does require some effort on their part, so if your God is weary, they may not be willing to speak at length initially."

Tsunake

Yu's story stirred some flicker of remembrance within the marine; he'd heard something about the gods dying before. Delmin Brock. The name came slowly, but without protest, and he seemed a little more at ease now that he could finally attach a more fitting title to such a catastrophic event. The Fading... He shook his head faintly, but it wasn't to deny the Dragon King's words. Perhaps it just made more sense than he would have liked it to. "So the gems contain your souls..." Unnerving, that, but he'd heard stranger things. Shifting his shoulders some, the man nodded wearily and stored the name away for later. Gianfar, the god of Knowledge...

"I appreciate it." He said sincerely, eyes straying briefly to the thick, odd tail. Strange--wasn't that something canines did when pleased? He wouldn't know, as he'd never met one, but from the old tapes he'd seen...

Arden listened careful to the instructions of sorts, considering that with only the faintest shifting of his jaw. The silence stretched between them as he tentatively sought to prod within his own thoughts, feeling somehow very stupid.

Consider then, perhaps, that if someone had to help you learn how to utilize your own consciousness for communication, there was a reason you were used for grunt work.

His jolt of surprise was obvious, and it was clear that the marine was startled, but recovering. "I see." He said tersely; that had definitely been the voice he'd heard before everything had gone black.

...What are you?

Bazyli, the Hollow Mouth. Give my regards to the Dragon King, Arden Valkov. And he somehow 'sensed' that this... Bazyli was finished with their brief discussion.

"...Bazyli, the Hollow Mouth, gives his regards to you." The man said slowly, clearly a little taken aback by all this.

Syrie

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngIndeed, there were (or rather, had been before Gehenna had been triggered and the Weeks run their ruinous course) heavy volumes in the Library with Gianfar that covered nothing but the Fading. Gianfar himself was a fount of information -- when one could locate him (Yu had few problems doing this, but he had inherited his host's keen sense of smell) and once located, lure him away from either his ruined Library or his two lovers. The Dragon King watched Arden's expression to see how the man was processing all of this; was he wrong, or had there been the fleetest glimmer of recognition? Understanding?

"The gems are a temporary house for our souls, yes. We reach out to those we find worthy...and then fuse with them for the purpose of Rebirth. Occassionally, a host will be unsuitable or will fail us." And each time the god or goddess felt the effects most heavily; it was no easy task to find a host and fuse with them. Just doing that required the newly-housed god or goddess to go into a sort of hibernation while they stored power and slid little tendrils of Self throughout the host's heart, mind and body.

Deep blue eyes blinked in sets, tail still thumping against the plush greenery lit by non-solar balls of light (provided by Illumin and held up in a great expanse of Nothing). Now the man was thinking; obviously putting a question inward. Yu would wait; long-tipped claws gently brushing across Creation's verdant landscaping. No point in disturbing the host while he was attempting to converse with whatever god or goddess had taken up 'residence' inside.

Ah-ha! After a stretch of soundless contemplation on Arden's part - Yu was extending his senses outward to assure himself trouble was no where near them - Arden's body jerked slightly; surprise. Perfect. Contact was made, yes. One set of blue eyes closed in a sort of pleasure: helping a brother along was a good feeling. The more of the Pantheon turned whole (or nearly so) and strong, the better. And with Arden being rather...military in stance...well, that could be a great help in the Battles to come.

"It is good to regain a brother, no matter how...hungry he might be. Welcome Bazyli, may you and your host find strength in each other." The Hollow Mouth. Yu felt a tingling of connection within his mind, but could not piece it together. There had been two failed Rebirths and much of what he had once known was Gone. He was intelligent enough to hypothesize that the title "The Hollow Mouth" might mean that Arden Valkov was now host to Hunger or Famine, or something very close to those.

Tsunake

"That's what it's doing?" Arden said abruptly, paused and felt his lips beginning to curl into a frown. He. Bazyli. A fusion between them, hollowing out his body until it was little more than just a shell that needed to be filled--was that what he was to believe? But it was the mention of failure that made the marine refocus, meeting those strange eyes with an unwavering stare. "...What happens then?" He could only imagine. Would that destroy them both? He wasn't about to even try, but it was something to ponder on. Still, these god-things were simply trying to live again, and it made him feel oddly conflicted.

The thumping tail distracted him more than once, and when he glanced back up, one set of gleaming eyes had shut. Concentrating? He didn't know. He wasn't sure whether or not to nod to the creature's words, feeling awkward knowing it was the voice inside his mind being addressed, rather than him. Though he would wait for several seconds, the dry rasp was gone, and he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"That was a god," He phrased it like a question, but was more or less hesitantly waiting for Yu to confirm what he felt he already knew. Hollow Mouth--it'd struck a sour chord with him, and had he not been so used to clamping down on more irrational emotions, he'd might have started to display signs of severe agitation. It was one thing, perhaps, to sacrifice oneself to a noble cause. To bring about something devastating was another story entirely.

Though the soldier stirred, he remained where he was, intently focused on the strange being beside him now. "Why... Wouldn't it be better for everyone if some gods didn't come back?" He didn't need to say much more than that; no more suffering, no more violence. He didn't understand. Didn't want to. "It seems unnecessary." The man finished, somehow feeling as though it didn't matter.

"There's no way to remove it, is there?"

khiarhu

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/yu/port_yu00.pngAnother set of deep blue eyes closed and the beast-god bowed his head; perhaps in sadness or in homage to his previous hosts - Adren would have no way of knowing and Yu the Five Claw was not inclined to hand out his own, personal rebirth story so familiarly to one he had scarce met. Reborn 'son of Creation or no - there were some things that one did not give over so quickly.

"If the chosen host fails, they die. The god returns to His hands, less a part of himself that had been there before." Yu opened his eyes and focused his gaze intently upon The Hollow Mouth's burly host before speaking further. "One then searches All that Is for another host..." Again, holding something back: should there be multiple failures, it was entirely possible that there would remain so little of the god as to make rebirth impossible. Arden seemed entirely too intersted in such things for Yu's tastes; he would not give the mortal man any of that information!

Once more the heavy, furred-and-scaled head dipped. "Yes. The voice you 'heard' was a God, one that has deemed you a wothy vessle for rebirth." It was a noble cause - even if one were housing what appeared to be a malevolent god. Each one had a purpose, no matter how they may or may not offend mortal sensibilities.

"No, Arden Valkov, No. There is no way to remove the gem that houses The Hungry Mouth, nor would it be better if certain of our number remained entombed in their gems. All that Is requires balance, just as the Twin Crown requires balance so that we all may live. Good and evil are abstracted concepts you mortals shackled to the Gods so that you may understand and relate to us better, but know this: for every destructive God, there is a constructive counter within the All."