[EDotD RP] Hall of the Undead King

[Zero Dream]

The fact that he and Silence looked much more so like brothers than himself and Nergal did... had quite simply not really occurred to the Spirit Guide either. Neither had he seemed to notice anyone they had passed thinking such.

Ankou did not move to return the touch in turn, but he nodded his head and smiled - telltale signs of his own affections, and respect for his elder brother.

"Stay awhile. The curious mortals haven't reached this far away yet." It was all too obvious what Underworld was fleeing.

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgNergal's voice was less grating than many others; Colin had always found the voice of the Underworld to be soothing and it continued to be so with Endiovar at the fore. 'Nearly full, then. You are much restored since we last encountered one another, Lord Underworld.' The curly-haired god watched the two siblings silently; the closeness was not lost upon the god of Silence though they did not look as though they were related.

That people may have thought Endiovar and Ankou related hadn't occured to Endiovar, but certainly it had to some of the mortals in attendance.

'You are most gracious to host such an event, you and your Lady.' They had both looked so regal stepping among the throngs of people and spirits...all of whom must have felt a deep gratitude to the Lord Underworld and his chosen Lady for allowing them to reconnect once more.

[Thabara]

„The pleasure is all mine,“ Nergal replied smoothly, giving a polite nod to both. His voice was sonorous, of the type which easily made itself known without effort, and at the same time there was a deep quality to it, as if the words were uttered from the very bowels of the Earth.

„You flatter me, but unjustified. 'Full Glory', that is a term which should not be used – not yet. There still is much work to be done …“

„Ankou …“ He touched upon his brother's shoulder lightly for but a moment. To those who knew how aversive the Underworld deity was to touch and being touched, that told a lot about the affection he held for his sibling.

If a person uninvolved were to accidentally view upon the trio, however, Nergal mused, they'd likely think of Ankou and Endiovar as siblings – both of them similar in stature and built, both of them wth the color of their hands faded and bleached.

[Zero Dream]

Ankou was not quite as perspective to the silent step as his companion was - it was only when Endiovar... un-spoke that the Guide turned, realizing belatedly that his brother had nearly sneaked up on him.

Again.

Definitively didn't take as long as he had expected for Nergal to flee the scene, so to speak... But he could not help but feel a little envious, at the same time.

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpg'Such is the way of things...of Life and Death and Rebirth.' Colin had been wandering too, hurt and alone, when Destruction happened upon him and offered that which he most wanted - for a price. But then, mortals were very keen on such things, at least this is what he had learned in his limited experiences so far.

As intently as he had been listening to Ankou's words, Silence was still attuned to the shifting of sound and unsound; Nergal's heavier steps - so solid and purposeful in weight and measure - touched upon his senses so that his green eyes settled upon that familiar-unfamiliar face and form.

'Nergal - Lord Underworld - old Friend...' Endiovar's lips pulled once more up into a pleasant and welcoming smile even as he took new measure of Underworld at full power. 'It has been too long - but you are returned to us in full glory, I see.' Words not-spoken once the imposing God was close enough to the pair to be heard without strain should he speak.

[Thabara]

A tall figure could be seen heading into their direction, his strides by no means hurried, but quite definitely filled with the purpose to meet up with the two conversing deities.

[Zero Dream]

"My host... had previously wandered before finally meeting with Destruction. He had lost everything... everyone he had loved." It was only now, in this life, with the experiences given to him by what little he had absorbed of the half-elemental, that he truly understood such thing. Such pain. It had been a thing often witnessed, but never truly understood, before.

And yet he had been mostly blind to those who would have gladly taken him in and protected him for what had been left of his days - Melanctha... and Kaelin, in some ways.

He also had learned much - be it good or bad... well, only the future would truly be able to tell.

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgVery well did the curly-haired God of Silence know of the relief felt by one newly brought into this world to have a steady place to lay one's head. He simply nodded and cocked his head to the side to show he was paying attention (which he was).

'I remember....He granted me take leave of rooms in the Pantheon when I first was reborn too...it does make things somewhat easier to take.' Times were hard, they didn't need to have shelter be yet another item they had to look into.

Off in the distance, mortals and ghosts could be seen together - it made a sweet ache in Endiovar's chest; not for himself but more for his host and the lover his host had taken. Never would either mortal be able to reconnect in such a manner. Still, it had been worth it and in the end, Colin hadn't minded so much -- he had learned from his host too; how to roll with things and the inner burning that came when you wanted to do something but weren't certain how to go about doing it.

[Zero Dream]

"I live at the Pantheon as well, yes... for now, at the very least." He was not there as much as he used to be, however, and the more things progressed, the more he would grow into his own self, the less likely he might be there - having multiple matters to tend to that would require him to be often on the move. As is, Cosine was certainly using his rooms more than he was. "There was relief in having a roof over my head, in the first days of my rebirth." Such would be for probably anyone, really. Tiring times for newly-remade beings. He had been there, and known it well.

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgAnkou spoke and Endiovar listened. All that the God with the dual-toned hair said was carefully added to the information Silence already knew of Nergal, Echo and their family. It was not that he was trying to amass information for any particular purpose, but he did feel some kinship to Underworld and so his family - so these things held interest for him.

'Decay and the weeks following were very trying times...I feel relief knowing that Nergal's family was not harmed overly much.' That their home had been destroyed was of no true consequence: they were in a time of rebirth, renewal...the Pantheon held rooms enough for them all, nevermind that Nergal had brought forth his domain in strength once more.

Endiovar's eyes crinkled at the corners and his expression went soft and warm, 'Lady Echo has invited me to meet her children at some date in the future...I look forward to it. Strong sons and a daughter to bring joy and honor to the House of the Underworld.' Here the blond trailed off, eyes catching some bright movement over in the thick of the merriment. 'And what space do you hold now, Ankou? Have you taken rooms in the Pantheon, or taken residence elsewhere?'

[Zero Dream]

"I used to, while they stayed with me. Both Nergal and Echo lived elsewhere, but that house was destroyed by Decay's influence. They all lived with me until they were granted their own spaces." He could not say he was not glad for it, not having been a fan of the sheer chaos the young children had caused, but he had, of course, accepted it as something children simply... did. It seemed that Silence knew of them - though Echo, most likely - but Ankou did not know to what extent.

"There are three - two boys and one girl. They certainly each are endearing and unique in their own ways." Even Sotiris, though his antics were much more amusing while observed from a distance for the most part.

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgPerhaps it truly was an odd thing - for the newly reborn gods and goddesses to not wish for whatever they had once had...but considering that this was now and now really was all they knew... Endiovar didn't dwell on it too much; surely his face and form were different once - when his domain Came to Be - but thinking on that only brought melancholy feelings that were ill at home with the way he wanted to be.

'Knowledge lost can be but reclaimed easily if one Asks. Gianfar of Knowledge knows much...one only has to spend time in his Library or make the request. There is little he does not Know.' And he would know such things, having spent a great deal of time in Gianfar's company...though much of their time together was spent in quiet repose (thanks to Revei).

Ankou's silence said much as to his thoughts and feelings on that matter; Endiovar did not press nor pry and also to ignore the little things left unsaid by his current companion.

'Tell me, Ankou, do you spend much time with Lady Echo's children?' He still had a bit of difficulty thinking that Nergal - especially the stern, stony-faced Nergal that he'd seen this very night - had children. It also stuck with him that they were Echo's children because he and Music had chatted about them and he was curious.

[Zero Dream]

"I understand such things... I find little urge in such myself." The Guide noted. "Unless it is useful knowledge that now lies lost, things that I ought to know and remember, but other than such... it is not the past that matters, but the present, the here and now." Ankou, apparently, was not one of those who needed to know where he was from to know where he was going. "The old ways... failed, in some ways, obviously. And perhaps some things are better left forgotten."

Of Silence's last statement, Ankou held his own doubts about. What little he indeed remembered had told him he had been rather... distant from the rest of the pantheon. Withdrawn, a true loner who cared for almost no-one.

Such a nature had been greatly diminished in rebirth, and he held no such qualms now, of course. "Perhaps." He simply said. "It pleases me to meet you as well."

[Syrie]

http://lemontree.ithiltari.com/gaia/journals/endi/port_morph.jpgWith a slow shake of his head, Endiovar agreed with Ankou in a manner. All the things he knew...he either learned from Gianfar, Creation or...from the unspoken that mortal and immortal alike seemed unaware they were broadcasting to him. 'They were away for a great length of time, by mortal standards. But for us, it was but a blink.' And much had been accomplished. Endiovar had felt Underworld pulling those wandering souls to him; felt when Nergal had reclaimed what had been his all along - there was Silence in those "halls" as well. In a way, Nergal was also Endiovar's brother...Silence and Underworld having long been companions of a quite familiar nature.

'In some ways, yes. I recall very little of my existence before the Fading...perhaps it is strange, but I feel only a small inclination to reclaim all that was Past. In this, I would like to know...but am afraid of knowing what Was before. That Nergal and I were aquainted closely, I do recall...and vaugely, that his former Lady was not a God.' He trailed off, bringing one hand up to push back a few unruly locks from his eyes. He remembered little, this was true, but also he didn't seem to feel the same urge that many of their kind did: to find out what they once had been, to return to that state. Colin, his host, had been a young man forever looking forward, rather than back. It was a trait that Endiovar found useful in this incarnation - even as it sometimes made things difficult.

'We too must have once been aquainted, Ankou. It pleases me greatly to meet you again.'

[Zero Dream]

"Not that they had been gone for very long. Half a year at most." The god mused, turning to look back. The lights were dim in the distance, and the sound faint. They were far enough that it was doubtful someone would accidentally wander off here. And so, he leaned against one large tree, the flurry of crows taking perch onto it, close to their master.

"But I figure such a thing would be rather curious for you, would it not ? I have seen them always, beside the time in which I was locked to my gem, I sometime forget that most of the divine do not." Beside those with domains somewhat related such influence. Even little Kios could hear, but not see.