[EDotD RP] Hall of the Undead King

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgHe had heard, through whispered words rather than a loud proclamation, that Nergal would be hosting another Day of the Dead -- it was a "holiday" that he could appreciate quite well. This year, unlike the previous, he would attend. It was in this that he found himself on the grounds slated for the event, eyes widened to take in the festivities and the stalls, the living and non-living bodies moving around in the fog.

It was beautiful and the curly-haired God of Silence felt comfortable wandering around, even with the noise; noises distorted by his transparent wings as he moved among the throng. Endiovar figured that after a while, he could go and pay his respects to both the Lord and Lady, Nergal and Echo.

[Zero Dream]

He had tried to go for Nergal, of course, but.. had not quite been swift enough. Already poor Underworld had found himself the center of the crowd's attention, and Ankou simply gave an amused chuckle and wandered off to do other things. He would seek to wander away from this soon enough, and that was when the Spirit Guide would be able to get to him, and not add to the unease that was surely already building. His brother, after all, was not a fan of crowds.

And so he had wandered off, going to visit the stalls. He had not been present for organization this year, only having returned from his journey with Tian Yue a few days ago, so much of what was here was new to him. He had invited the dragon king to drop by, as well as his own beloved, but he had not seen Cosine so far. Which... was odd in itself. Perhaps something had kept her busy.

Something caught his attention - the sound of the festivities sounded different to his left... so that was where he was headed, straight toward Silence.

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgSo many energies roaming about! Not just the vibrant energies of the living young, but also the power of those in Charge and also some others present that were much like himself. Gods or other immortals, seeking diversion or simply to speak with those they once knew or loved for this one, brief moment.

Endiovar smiled to himself, lips curved gently, as he watched mortals reaching for the temporarily tangible ghosts. There were words spoken and much un-spoken also; it rushed by and around Silence like a swiftly-moving stream - he didn't mind the rush of words, thoughts, emotions. Brief and brilliant, mortals deserved to have some small comfort in this time of renewal. Nergal was at least giving them all one last chance to say what needed to be said, to touch and be touched.

While walking, watching, he felt a familiar-but-not being moving nearer to him: another of the Gods. He turned his golden head to the right, spotting Ankou through the loosely-woven crowd and recognizing - through his body language and manner - that this man was the energy coming towards him.

His wings unfurled a bit more, dampening the sound further as he paused where he was, waiting to greet this unknown deity.

[Zero Dream]

Ankou moved slowly, carefully side-stepping mortals and spirits both as if he was quite used to do such, none of those present seemed to notice, or care much about his presence. Almost as if he was a ghost in the traditional sense.

Those who took notice were the crows - there were an abnormal number perched on the nearby trees, following the god as he moved. One of the birds was perched on his left shoulder, lazily preening one wing.

Ankou had finally found the cause of the 'disturbance' - and it was one of his own kind. "Greetings." Perhaps, if he was looking for one soul specifically, he could be of assistance ?

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgYes, truly this was one of his own; one of Creation's children, reborn into this time and a new body. An attractive one, by all sights: two-toned hair, slim and neatly put together with eyes tilted in a pleasing manner. Endiovar noticed the crows as Ankou moved - they followed his every movement and one even perched upon his shoulder like a pitch-colored sentinel.

"Greetings to you as well. I am Endiovar, the Sachem Aphonic." Spoken aloud for the benefit of the other; it had taken very little time for the God of Silence to figure out that mortal and immortal alike sometimes had a hard time with his preferred manner of 'speech'.

[Zero Dream]

Ahh... Silence ? Not one he had heard of so far. Though the idea of Silence speaking was... somehow amusing.

Ankou gave a respectful nod to the other before introducing himself. "Ankou, the Wantalon Psychopomp. Were you seeking anything in particular here ?" The year before, there hadn't been many other deities involved, he had noticed... but this whole thing was mostly catered toward mortals. "We could go somewhere more quiet, if you prefer, to talk."

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgAs Ankou had not heard of him, nor had Endiovar heard of him - not even from the Lady Echo when they had sat and spoken on the Pantheon grounds. Ankou's amusement at his utilization of the spoken word was not lost upon the god of Silence; but he only smiled. It really was funny.

'I seek nothing special, Ankou,' Though perhaps he would have gotten a bit of enjoyment from seeing his host's family - or rather, being unable to see them - and friends. He nodded a bit at that last offer; going somewhere quiet would be splendid. Eventually, the hustle and bustle of this event would start to grate upon Endiovar. "That would be enjoyable, yes. Thank you."

[Zero Dream]

The Spirit Guide, it seemed, was able to understand Endiovar's non-speech just fine - or, at least, understand enough to get the just of it. Which outcome was true was not readily evident, as he simply nodded in answer. "Then..." He pondered for a moment, overlooking the grounds before he remembered in which direction there would not be anything set - if it was set like last years', that is.

"Over there." He started walking away from the booths, away from the noise and the people, seemingly pretty confident in his hutch. To be honest, all that noise and such a crowd was starting to get to him.

[khiarhu]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgWithout a word, the curly-haired god followed Ankou away from the bright lights and noisy booths, from the living and dead meeting, greeting and enjoying a few extra moments of closeness granted by the God of the Underworld.

Curiousity did prompt him to speak again, once they were away from the 'festivities'. 'Lord Ankou, may I ask what you are doing at such an event?'

[Zero Dream]

"The souls of the Dead are those I lead." He explained, bare feet padding along the grass - alive and soft, in contrast to how everything had been.. dead and decayed only one year prior. So many things could, and had indeed happened in one year.

Such a short time for immortals, and yet...

"Therefore, I am keeping watch, of some kind." His presence, however, didn't seem perticularly needed, as Nergal seemed to have things under control.

[khiarhu]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgWell now, that certainly explained a few things! Ankou was another of the Lords of the Underworld; related to Nergal in some way that he could only guess at without asking outright. 'Aiding Nergal and tending your 'flock', as it were?'

Endiovar made no sound while he moved across the lush carpet of grass; less sound even than the spirts brought above the Realm of the Underworld by their King.

'Today is yours, as much as it is Nergal's then, is it not?'

[Zero Dream]

"Yes. It is what I must do, though very nearly missed today. I have been away for a long time, tending to matters elsewhere. I was lucky to return in time. Time... It is a thing I have a hard time keeping track of."

Then, deep amusement fluttered within the Guide, betrayed by his features long before his voice would. "Perhaps, though it seems that brother of mine is quite skilled at hogging all the attention..." If Underworld wanted it, however, was another matter completely.

In a way, he was glad he still kind of melded within the crowd, so to speak. He had always been rather skilled at not being noticed unless he meant to be.

[khiarhu]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpg"Ah." A vocalized sound that brought with it a grave-side sort of hush; Endiovar's spoken words carried with them a quietness that lingered on even after his lips had resealed themselves. 'Time is something that I think we all have mislearned to read properly...it is not always such a bad thing.' Though it well could be; had he himself not spent too much time waiting before bringing the Dreamer's Guide to Creation's hands?

Brothers then, as he had suspected from the moment Ankou graced him with his domain.

'Nergal does not seem the sort to wish for so much attention...' This much Endiovar knew of his friend.

[Zero Dream]

"Indeed. You know of him, then ? Is this what brings Silence to such a loud place ?" The god's tone was light and curious, his demeanor and likewise. To get to meet more of his brethen was a good thing... he found that he knew very little of them.

It was only in this life that he had realized the importance of such bonds. His hand rose to stroke along the crow's back, the bird leaning into the touch much like a feline would have, running the side of it's break on the god's wrist.

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgEndiovar nodded and looked back towards the main throng; undoubtably, Nergal and Echo would be located in the thickest collection of beings - each and all supplicant to their soveriegn and his Lady. 'Indeed, I know of Nergal more than just in passing; he was kind to my mortal host and even extended use of one of his servants to aid a quest of mine.' Priya, the white-furred nekojin had joined Silence on his quest to regain one of his own followers; the hurried trek to the Forest of Silence...the subsequent finding of the broken Aoide, Hue, and then the sacrificial deaths of those delicate slyphine creatures that had dwelt in his Forest.

'Lady Echo also have I met and spent time with. I came to honor them...and also see for myself the ghosts of the past walking the earth once more.' The Day of the Dead was also - in some small way - a celebration for Silence also. So much of the exchanges between the beings was unspoken and yet conveyed via the soundlessness, that it touched onto his domain also.