Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Porphyrios Motive: Porphyrios has a fascination with poisons and using them to his advantage to either manipulate, control, or torture another. Antarmur'ss domain calls to him and he feels he could do well under Antarmur'ss rule. Harem Potential? Sure, if Antarmur'ss is interested in him. RP? Absolutely!
Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 8:53 pm
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Allister Motive: As a cat, I am quite nocturnal, so I like the shadows and the dark. So, hearing there was a god of it, I had to seek it out to always be in the presence. Harem Potential? No RP? Only if he wants to interact with little me, I guess.
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Hexus Motive: Hexus walks into the temple and bows onto one knee in front of the dark lord. "I wisssh to follow the lord who holdssss power and authority. I wissssh to pledge my undying allegiencce to thissss lord." Harem Potential? Yesssss RP? Sssure
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Ally-Beth Motive: Hey, a ninja needs the cover of darkness. ;3 Harem Potential? No RP? Only if he wants to
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Violynn Motive: "I have been drawn in this time of war to help your cause. Us Dark Elves loving the darkness." Harem Potential? Possibly RP? If you wish
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Rajani Motive: You created me, Master. I only wish to serve you well. Harem Potential? No RP? If you want to
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:33 pm
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Akash Motive: Akash was drawn to Antarmur'ss the moment he was born. He knew he was meant to serve the God of Darkness. He feels a connection to the god and his domain, and cannot ignore it. Harem Potential? Sure, he'd be open to it. RP? Always
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Takeo Motive: The darkness of Lord Antarmur'ss has lured Takeo into the desire to serve him. As long as he can prank other pockettu, he'd be more than happy to be of service. Harem Potential? Sure XD RP? (Would you like to RP with Antarmur'ss? He does make house calls. Though it may not go well for your pockettu...) If he finds Takeo interesting, it isn't a problem!
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Nigra Motive: From the shadows, she has come to aid her lord in his dark bidding. She lives for his prosperity, and finds no better pleasure than watching the suffering of the rest of the world. Harem Potential? Okay XDD RP? (Would you like to RP with Antarmur'ss? He does make house calls. Though it may not go well for your pockettu...) Again, if he takes interest in her, not a problem! Go ahead!
Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 4:52 pm
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Suresha Barriurden Motive: Antar is his grandfather and Suresha respects him for that. He can not see himself following any other god. If his grandfather will accept him as a follower, he would try his hardest to make the god proud. Harem Potential? Absolutely not RP? Definitely
A clicking sound of hooves, punctured by a sharp snap of metal tapping the ground echo's through the main temple room. Zaknryn strides with long steps into the room, his high priests staff gripped tightly in one hand as he stalks along. He takes a moment to look at the gathered pockettu still awaiting some sign of acceptance from his father. Some had clearly been waiting much longer then others. Zaknryn steps up onto the upraised stage in the room and takes his place before the large statue representation of his father.
"I am Zaknryn Barriurden. Eldest son of Antarmur'ss and appointed High Priest. I speak in his name." He declares loudly before flipping a long lock of blond hair over his shoulder.
"I have come to accept your pledges on his behalf. As many of you know, my father was very active during the time of the last war. He has remained just as diligent in his pursuits, and as such the task of your approvals has been passed on to me." The horned male proudly proclaimed. Clearing his throat, Zaknryn dipped a hand into the waist of his skirt and removed a small black stone. He holds it to his ear for a few heartbeats, then begins to speak.
"Porphyrios. My father welcomes you to his service. There are some books in the library you may be interested in, you must speak to Rillian about them however, as they are located in areas only he has access to."
"Allister. My father says he is pleased to see one of your kind seeking admission into his service. He believes you will settle in nicely in his domain. As a cat, he has no directions to offer you, as he suspects your feline nature will lead you unerringly to where you wish to go within his city."
"Hexus...ah..." Zaknryn pauses and shakes the stone before holding it to his ear again. His eyebrow arches a moment, and he peers at the hissing male. "You are welcomed here within the city and service of Antarmur'ss. My lord and father wishes to make it known he may seek you out at a later time."
"Ally-Beth. My father is curious about your purpose and how you may serve him. He suggests perhaps a meeting with one of the Knight Commanders may be in order, in order to find you a better fit here within his city."
"Violynn. My father wishes to make it known that he has always had a fondness for the Dark Elves. You are most welcome as a follower of his, and should you require anything do not hesitate to speak with any of the priests."
"Rajani. My father is always pleased to see one of his dark children within the temple. He says there is always enough work for your kind and any information you may bring to him is appreciated."
"Akash... My father states that he is satisfied with your supplication. And also...he wishes to let it be known he has his eye on you." At this Zak lowers the stone from his ear, and with s light sniff he adds. "As do I."
"Takeo. My father is...curious I believe is the proper word." Zak shakes his head slightly, causing the dangling gems on his horns to sway. "He says every true Lord should have a jester for the sake of amusement. Should any of your..pranks...be reacted to in a dangerous way, Antarmur'ss may be inclined to intervene. Should you amuse him. Though do not misuse his favor, lest you end up losing it."
"Nigra. As I have stated before. My father is always glad to see one of his dark creations within his temple. Should you wish to curry his favor, there are some tasks that he may offer you. You need only ask."
Zaknryn takes a moment to sweep his eyes over his nephew before speaking. "Suresha. I am certain my father is very pleased to see his grand-daughter coming bef---" Zak pauses and blinks his eyes as he holds the stone to his ear. "What? Really? Are you certain?" He says with slight surprise before lowering the stone. "I mean. His grand-son coming before his alter seeking his approval. Though you are of his blood, expect no special treatment among his other followers. You must work just as hard as any other supplicant to earn his favor."
Zaknryn glances around the room before tucking the stone back into his waistband and flicking his fingers over his skirt. "Now then. I do believe all matters here have been see to. I bid you all good evening and wish you well. In the name of Antarmur'ss , May the Darkness conceal your intent and deliver your enemies into your hands." With his dismissal, Zaknryn nods his head and stalks from the alter room with his head held high.
Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 7:36 pm
(This opportunity has passed and is no longer available)
Crepuscule City has become the focal point of the Darkness domain. Mores o then it ever had been before. Since the second war all of the Darkbeasts have been withdrawn from the Forest and the tunnels themselves. They crawl through the streets and even make their ways into peoples homes. The Darkbeasts do not attack anyone who carries the holy symbol of Antarmur'ss, Lukarius, or Syndrahel. Any others they swarm and attack until driven out of the city or taken into custody of the Knights.
Any and all Knights are required to patrol the city and remain on guard against any Cursed threats.
For weeks now, Antarmur'ss has not made a physical appearance within the city. Any prayers made to him have received no answer. The Priests will have been given the information that Antarmur'ss slumbers, though the knowledge has not been made public to any others. (Unless you actually get a priest to share the knowledge that is.)
In this time of silence the Priests are relied upon for the general governing of the populace. High ranking priests have been given the right to claim sections of the city in order to oversee the general public. In essence becoming temporary Lords who dispense justice, oversee devotional worship, and with the aid of any Knights who choose to work under them, monitor the general masses that make their homes in these areas. (This is a RP opportunity for anyone who wants to dig their way into potential favor of Antarmur'ss. If you wish to participate as a Priest Lord or a Knight Lord please post here in the temple!)
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Xanthia Barriurden Motive: Antar is her grandfather and family is the most important. Xanthia wishes to make him proud. Harem Potential? That... would be weird. Gotta say no. RP? Yes, so much
Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:28 pm
Not The Plushi
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Xanthia Barriurden Motive: Antar is her grandfather and family is the most important. Xanthia wishes to make him proud. Harem Potential? That... would be weird. Gotta say no. RP? Yes, so much
Antarnur'ss looked with minor surprise at Xanthia, his tail swaying behind him as he pondered the female. "So. You are one of my family. Curious... I welcome you into my service. It is where you belong after all."
Antarnur'ss looked with minor surprise at Xanthia, his tail swaying behind him as he pondered the female. "So. You are one of my family. Curious... I welcome you into my service. It is where you belong after all."
Xanthia cautiously studied the god. She could see a bit of the family resemblance if she tried. Although he was obviously much more intimidating than she could ever be. "Of course, grandfather. I apologize that it took me so long to get here," she hung her head a bit, embarrassed. "I got a bit lost."
Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:37 pm
During one of the many religious ceremonies held within the Ebony Fortress, the draped black velvet curtains behind the prominent alter flutter, and Antarmur'ss steps through their part. For a good long moment the Darkness God merely looks out over those who have gathered for this nights communion.
"I would assume by now the news has spread, and so I know that I must step forwards to speak." He starts out. Slowly Antarmur'ss eyes move to each servant of his within the temple room. "The lady Synraehl has been defiled by a Cursed. How...why... these questions do not matter. Just the fact alone that such a thing has occurred is all that matters." Antarmur'ss spreads his hands out to his sides, his tail slowly brushing against the floor behind him.
"My voice has been strong against the blight of the Cursed. My conviction has been firm and my heart unforgiving when it comes to them and the spread of their taint. I have lost two of my own children to the Cursed and I have never once swayed in my position against them. So once again my strength is tested, and I will not bow to the temptation."
Antarmur'ss pauses and lifts a hand to quickly rub a knuckle across the bottom of his unmasked eye. Lowering his hand, he raises his voice and continues to speak. "My alliance with the Lady Synraehl and the followers of the Fae is renounced. From this day forth she and all who follower her are to be considered tainted by the cursed. They will be unwelcome within my lands and will no longer be protected by any who follow me."
Antarmurss lifts his left hand, the claws upon the tips of his fingers curl upwards to point towards the ceiling. "With that unpleasant task addressed. I hereby formally announce a vendetta of blood against the Corrupter and all his followers. Too many that I love have I lost to the Cursed, and I will lose no more! I demand the Cursed who defiled my love be found! Hunt him down. Though I know that none of my beloved followers can end the life of another pockettu, I demand that the closest you can come to be done! I will have vengeance for my fairy queen! Whosoever brings to me the satisfaction my heart craves I will reward a hundred fold. Make the cursed named Mocha suffer! Let no corner of this world be safe for that vile demon!" Antarmur'ss voice raises with each sentence until the Darkness God is screaming with rage. His hair fly's about him wildly for a moment as he slams his tail to the ground and stomps his left foot. He stops still a heartbeat later, and carefully runs his fingers through his hair to tame it back.
"I go now to submerge myself in meditation. Your prayers will be all that fuels me in the coming days. Bring me what I so desperately desire my beloved followers." He speaks, his voice far more controlled and calm before he simply vanishes from sight.
It seemed like for a long time Triellyn had hidden himself in the shadows, barely revealing himself since his desperate inquiries after his Lord when he had fallen under some horrifying, unholy slumber. He felt the heat of shame creeping into his pale cheeks and giving them a most unbecoming murky rose tint; he had felt himself a failure in his Lord's eyes for too long: first not being able to properly look after his Lord's offspring after he had been charged to, and when he could have demanded a much more harrowing task of him! Granted he was no sitter, but he could have done better, he could ALWAYS do better in the service of Antar. And then sitting by and wringing his hands as his Lord slept like a dead thing, unable to do anything to help but fervently pray for his Lord's healing, ignoring the blatant absurdity of praying to a sleeping god that he awaken. Once he had awoken, Triellyn had let his embarrassment bear him into the shadows, where he had remained a just as fervent, if a bit more subdued follower, humming the special hymn he had created just for his Lord, in the hopes that he might be remembered, and be remembered in a favorable light.
The sudden appearance was startling, and Triellyn's eyes widened; he could see the rage radiating from Antar like a furnace, scorching the very air around him. The news was actually not known to him, having only the concerns of his own Lord prominent in his mind, but the sheer weight of the statement caused Triel to gasp audibly, his hands flying up to his mouth. How could such a thing have happened? To have a cursed one taint a goddess! This was serious news indeed; if even the gods could not resist the temptation of a cursed one, who then was safe? He was completely certain that his Lord would not succumb to such a thing, but it would not sway the cursed that were out there, their appetite for deities growing, unabated.
As his Lord continued to speak, he felt the anger that radiated from him seep into the followers around him, hearing grumbles of anger and the unpleasant grinding of teeth. He felt his own small ball of anger growing within him, recalling the others that his Lord had lost to the blight of the cursed, including one of his own sons. This could not continue! The anger rose to a fever pitch, and for what seemed the first time in a long time, Triellyn felt a smile break forth from his face, feral and beast-like. As close to death as one could come......why that was his specialty. He was not familiar with the cursed one called Mocha, but he had little trouble imagining a random cursed Pockettu staggering toward him as he sang a spellbinding song, the notes curling around the body like tentacles, squeezing the life from the form who dared to cavort with a non-cursed deity. He longed for the image to end with the light fleeing from a pair of calm, entranced eyes, but his Lord spoke the truth about ending another's life. Well no matter; there were plenty of things worse than death.
The moment coming to an abrupt end with the thunder of Antar's foot on the altar, Triellyn felt his own blood cooling down, and he nodded to himself. He would most certainly continue to pray, but at the same time, perhaps it was high time he stepped back out into the world, practicing his craft and honing it, just in case he should come across a certain cursed one, bragging to their unholy companions about how they had caused the lady of the Fae to fall. In time perhaps, that one shall know what it is to truly fall, and if it be the will of his Lord, he will be there to witness it.
Dude, novel. XP
Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 4:56 pm
Like a rush of wind, Darkness rushes through the streets. Like before it is complete and all consuming. Yet where anger and sorrow had filled that darkness, within this one there comes a sense of urgency.
"To all my faithful. To all my loyal servants. Not moments ago a agent of the cursed attacked and defeated one of my most precious worshipers. Even now, a hoard of cursed seek to descend into this safe haven I have worked hard to create for you. While this is not a act that I am completely unprepared for, it still is a terrible danger to us all. So I call to you now. My beloved servants. Come and take up arms against this foe. Drive them back into the blasted light where they belong and out of the depths which is our home!"
With the last word uttered, the darkness lifts from the city. Within the Ebony Fortress itself, Antarmur'ss descends from his lofty abode and without hesitation leads the way into the Umbra road to the surface. His face is set with anger, and the moment he set's foot within the shifting ethereal essence that is the Umbra Road, he vanishes. A shadow flickers, then streaks through the road, far quicker then any Shade or Darkbeast can match.
Oh Powerful Antarmur'ss! Accept me into your service!
Supplicant:Noirceur Motive: I was made to serve you, my Lord. No other god will do. My loyalty is with the darkness and you. I only wish to serve you in any way you choose. Harem Potential? I don't think Antar takes his limited into the harem, so no? RP? Sure