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Excelsior!
Thought I would share this. Serious and comedy aspects included.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damariel removes Maraxis, the Godhammer.
Maraxis, the Godhammer shoots off sharp, snapping bolts of bluish-silver
lightning as Damariel raises it upward.
Damariel starts to wield Maraxis, the Godhammer in His hands.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound whirls Maraxis, the Godhammer in His mighty
hands, pointing it skyward. In a crash of thunder, He ascends, Divine power
lifting Him into the heavens.
You blink.
A Daru firebrand says, "Did you hear that? Someone's in trouble at 'Beneath the
Enorian Gates!'"
A Daru firebrand says, "That cry! We've got to get to 'Beneath the Enorian
Gates' right away!"
-Insert spammity spam, Rashar dies.
An aura of light and calm descends upon your surroundings as Damariel, the
Unbound strides into view.
You say, "That wasn't a smart decision."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "Hard to use that particular
adjective with that particular subject, High Priestess."
You say, "My point exactly."
You say, "Not sure what he thinks he can do, one against the might of our City."
Rashar ripples into existence before you.
-Spammity spam
Rashar has been slain by a Daru firebrand.
Laconically, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "Die."
As an afterthought, you say to Damariel, "Thank You, for that post You made. I
needed that backing, and affirmation."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "You speak with My voice in
all matters concerning the Sanctum. Your will is Mine."
"I do not believe I will directly concern Myself with the structure of it, from
this point on." Damariel sights skyward. "Sort of thing to make My eyes glaze
like honey cakes..."
You have emoted: Maite arches a brow. "Yes, I do not enjoy it either, but it
needs done. Much like I still need to speak with the Horkval pair in Mostyn."
Dhar appears out of thin air.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "Ah, give them time. Just know
if it's a hive they're after, we'll give them all the help they need."
"I've always had a soft spot for those ugly bugfolk." Damariel chuckles.
"Industrious, hardworking, committed."
Dhar, the Underking says, "Enorian. Brother."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "Brother."
Damariel stretches out His hand toward the center of the City.
Wryly, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking,
"Enorian."
You have emoted: Maite lets out a dry laugh, turning and dipping her head
towards Dhar.
Rashar locks his arms around Atticus and the two vanish up and out of sight.
Damariel narrows His eyes and stares upwards.
Damariel, the Unbound turns and strides away, His aura of light and calm fading
as He goes.
An aura of light and calm descends upon your surroundings as Damariel, the
Unbound strides into view.
Damariel smiles wryly.
Damariel touches a tattoo and suddenly the ground splits open as a nightmarish
tentacle shoots skywards, dragging Rashar back to earth.
-He got away that time.
Calmly, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "That was probably bad of
Me."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Hey,
fellers."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "I demand
satisfaction."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Hey."
H:5032 M:4759 E:24060 XP:7% [sdb eb]
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Somebody
make this feller stop whackin' at me."
You see Damariel shout, "You know, I distinctly recall you saying that you had
no intention of harming Enorian. This makes you a coward, a liar, and an
incompetent. The list just keeps growing."
The harsh, discordant tones of Iosyne's voice rattle across the firmament,
"Sounds to Me like a personal problem."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Oh, flap
flap. You know I'm just bored."
You say, "Stick him under a rock and see how bored he is then."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she
shouts, "Yes, raiding a city makes one a Very Bad Person."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she
shouts, "That was a subtle jab at how You raided a city. I'm explaining it
because nuance seems to be lost in that haaaarsh harsh light You like."
Rivas Silverain's voice resonates across the land, "I don't get it. Your words
were too large. Could you entertain and educate ALL of us further by continuing
to explain it some more?"
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she
shouts, "Truth god kill guards."
Like the sound of a thousand broken bells, the discordant voice of Yarel tolls,
"Wait... Is it even possible to not want to hurt Enorian?"
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "SO, uh."
Dhar, the Underking says to you, "You are doing a fine job as Cardinal so far."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "On this much, I agree with My
Brother. I'm very proud of you, child."
You have emoted: "'I love how someone who doesn't want their own past thrown in
their face is so easy to throw it in others," Maite quips dryly. Turning to
Dhar, there is a soft bow in the God's direction. "I am trying, even if it is
hard to get others to participate."
Raspy, Dhar, the Underking says, "Remember to utilize the Pantheon if you
require a Divine touch somewhere to help spark interest or some such."
Tone neutral, you say to Dhar, "I shall, Lord. I pray You did not take my debate
and words as arguing, or meant to be a jab at You at all."
Dhar, the Underking says, "Nothing great is built without hardship. I am too
practical a God to take offense to constructive criticism."
You have emoted: Maite breathes out a sigh of relief. "That is why I am wanting
to keep it to just the Order Heads/Representatives, and the Pantheon. We have to
come to common understanding together, before we can move forward to inclue all
the orders themselves.
Dhar, the Underking says, "I believe that to be an acceptable course.
Eventually, however, the Orders should be integrated so that the organization
may be officiated. I do not believe there will be enough members if it's only
one order head and one representative. I'd like to see the Sanctum officiated
into a real organization as hastily as plausible."
You say, "Your Brother and Sister being away make that a little harder to
achieve."
Damariel nods His head in agreement.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "Any course of action must find a way
of bringing Them and Theirs into the fold. We will have to go find Them."
Dhar, the Underking says, "They will return. Eventually. Hopefully before I am
forced to go searching."
His eyebrows rising sharply, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar,
the Underking, "Maybe I should go searching first. We don't want to frighten
Them."
A single, bright white, ethereal orb forms within the dark void of Dhar's hood -
an eye of some sort. It moves to regard Damariel. "Frighten Them?"
A pause. A slow nod. "Yes," Damariel replies, slowly. "Not to offend You,
Brother, but in the interest of practicality... You aren't very diplomatic."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "Sister or I
would probably be better for that sort of thing."
Dhar, the Underking says, "I do not see the need for diplomacy in this
situation. They must be brought back, regardless of Their personal feelings. The
Crusade does not pause."
You have emoted: Maite holds up a hand, wanting to speak. "This is not just
about seeking the Dawn, Lord. It is about communication and cooperation. If You
try to force Them into it, it disregards that purpose entirely."
"My Priestess is correct," Damariel interjects. "The end goal is a strong,
centralized organization from which a universal faith may be declared. It is not
yet endowed with that sort of authority. It must be granted, freely and
willingly, through contract and amenable participation. We foster this not
through demands or blunt speech, but through..."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "Care and
consideration. This is a negotiation. We are mending something broken. We must
mind the cracks."
Dhar, the Underking says, "I do not believe it is within My capacity to coddle
My Siblings like children whilst the war against Undeath continues."
You say, "'A war that does not really have an end in sight. Being zealous is
fine, it has its moments. But if we only focus on the end goal, we can lose
sight of important changes that can be made on the journey to get there."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound asks, "More to the point, Brother - any war
is better served by allies, and you cannot gain allies if their view of the
Truth does not coincide, in perspective or in values, with your own. You must
sway them with Truth, and you must give them the Truth in such a way that they
do not rebel against it. It is very delicate. Else why would the first mortal
philosophers, those first struggling speakers of Kalsu, have devoted such time
and care to the principles of argumentation?"
"They understood as well as We the importance of language." Damariel's arms fold
together, slowly.
Lexen enters from the northeast, riding a Jaziran stallion.
Lexen gracefully hops off of a Jaziran stallion.
Lexen slaps a Jaziran stallion on the rump and sends it cantering off.
Dhar, the Underking says to Lexen Verite, "Hail, Lexen."
Lexen takes a knee before Dhar, his head bowing in reverence. "M'Lord."
Damariel nods His head at Lexen.
You have emoted: Maite clasps both hands in front, before bowing respectfully
towards Lexen.
Lexen stands once more, offering a half bow to Damariel and a nod to you. "Lord
Damariel. Cardinal."
Another white sphere joins the first within Dhar's hood. The new, malformed set
of eyes assess their surroundings carefully before focusing upon Lexen.
You have emoted: Maite regards Lexen, with a brief glance to the Gods in turn.
"Tell me Lexen, how would you see that Enorian change for the better? In regards
to the communication between our Pantheon and ourselves."
Dhar, the Underking asks Lexen Verite, "We have not interacted in a substantial
duration. What is your status?"
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "This is
exactly why You're not doing the negotiations."
Lexen cuts a glance at you to make it clear he has heard the question before
replying to Dhar, "I have no new changes to report, M'Lord, aside from the loss
of my brothers to the Darkness."
(Priesthood): You say, "You make it difficult not to laugh. It would be rude."
Dhar, the Underking says to Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound, "If I were an
entity of considerable emotion, I would likely take offense to your words.
Thankfully, I am not, and I am also not a .. negotiator."
"No." Damariel has a difficult time holding back a smile. "And Brother, though I
know that You lack considerable emotion... You are useful. Invaluable. You do
what others of Us cannot. You were made, by Father, to Your task. We must all do
what We were set to do, I think - I will speak Truth, and You will guard the
dead and reap those who attempt, however vainly, to evade You."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "And though
this likely does not mean a great deal to You, either - I do love You, Brother.
Truly."
Lexen shifts his weight into a mostly militant stance with his hands clasped
behind his back as he answers you, "The city is hurting for stability right now.
The political unease coupled with the weapons used to destroy Ulangi recently
has a lot of people on edge. They need an outward threat they can actually face
together, and the inward encouragement rewarding a unified stance."
Dhar, the Underking says to Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound, "I find your
devotion to Spirit respectable and your strength more than adequate. I suspect
that some day, we will strike down the Liar and the Earthen."
His gauntlet gathering into a fist, Damariel pounds His breastplate sharply and
nods.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "I suspect
much the same."
You have emoted: While she listens to what the Gods have to say, Maite listens
to Lexen as well. She nods, in agreement, arms crossing beneath her chest. A
gesture made towads Dhar and Damariel. "Unified. A random person I asked, and
that is the first thing brought up. THAT is why I wanted the Sanctum. To bring
us together in common purpose. Unify us."
Lexen arches a brow slightly, a frown crossing his features. "This Sanctum being
a location?"
His voice echoing, Dhar, the Underking says, "I must return to My duties.
Farewell Brother, Warden, Cardinal."
Dhar, the Underking bows His head and disperses into a strange white haze before
vanishing altogether.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "I must too take My leave."
Damariel removes Maraxis, the Godhammer.
Maraxis, the Godhammer shoots off sharp, snapping bolts of bluish-silver
lightning as Damariel raises it upward.
Damariel starts to wield Maraxis, the Godhammer in His hands.
Throwing back His head, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound exclaims,
"EXCELSIOR!"
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound whirls Maraxis, the Godhammer in His mighty
hands, pointing it skyward. In a crash of thunder, He ascends, Divine power
lifting Him into the heavens.
Lexen slides a hand back through his hair and quietly states, "Sorry to break up
your meeting. I seem to have that effect."
You say to Lexen, "No. For now, it is a clan that I have started. Each of the
Pantheon shall be part of it, as well as Their order heads and representatives."
You say, "I started it to draw us all in together."
Lexen exhales slightly through his nose at the thought, then places a cigarette
to his lips and carefully lights it before replying, "It's not the order heads
and representatives that need unifying. Most of the time, they're the ones that
think they know what's going on. You need to focus on the ones doing the behind
the scenes grunt work."
Lexen takes a long drag from a lit slender white cigarette.
Lexen looks towards a lit slender white cigarette with a pensive expression on
his features, and exhales slowly in one continuous breath.
You say, "It is just a starting point, for now. Once we have come together with
a common goal and purpose, we can aide everyone else. All who serve the Light.
Our relationship with Them is broken, has been, for far too long. I will see to
repairing it."
Lexen rolls one shoulder in a partial shrug, his expression remaining
emotionless as he takes another long drag of the cigarette. "I suppose we'll
see."
You say, "I took Cardinal, fought for getting it, for that reason."
You say, "Enorian needs repaired. We are broken. I have to start somewhere."
Lexen shrugs again, replying, "You'll forgive me if I'm skeptical. I've been at
politics for longer than any man really has a right to."
You say, "THAT is my biggest thing to get over. There are many here who are set
in their ways. Changing has to begin slow, but it is starting."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damariel removes Maraxis, the Godhammer.
Maraxis, the Godhammer shoots off sharp, snapping bolts of bluish-silver
lightning as Damariel raises it upward.
Damariel starts to wield Maraxis, the Godhammer in His hands.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound whirls Maraxis, the Godhammer in His mighty
hands, pointing it skyward. In a crash of thunder, He ascends, Divine power
lifting Him into the heavens.
You blink.
A Daru firebrand says, "Did you hear that? Someone's in trouble at 'Beneath the
Enorian Gates!'"
A Daru firebrand says, "That cry! We've got to get to 'Beneath the Enorian
Gates' right away!"
-Insert spammity spam, Rashar dies.
An aura of light and calm descends upon your surroundings as Damariel, the
Unbound strides into view.
You say, "That wasn't a smart decision."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "Hard to use that particular
adjective with that particular subject, High Priestess."
You say, "My point exactly."
You say, "Not sure what he thinks he can do, one against the might of our City."
Rashar ripples into existence before you.
-Spammity spam
Rashar has been slain by a Daru firebrand.
Laconically, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "Die."
As an afterthought, you say to Damariel, "Thank You, for that post You made. I
needed that backing, and affirmation."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "You speak with My voice in
all matters concerning the Sanctum. Your will is Mine."
"I do not believe I will directly concern Myself with the structure of it, from
this point on." Damariel sights skyward. "Sort of thing to make My eyes glaze
like honey cakes..."
You have emoted: Maite arches a brow. "Yes, I do not enjoy it either, but it
needs done. Much like I still need to speak with the Horkval pair in Mostyn."
Dhar appears out of thin air.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "Ah, give them time. Just know
if it's a hive they're after, we'll give them all the help they need."
"I've always had a soft spot for those ugly bugfolk." Damariel chuckles.
"Industrious, hardworking, committed."
Dhar, the Underking says, "Enorian. Brother."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "Brother."
Damariel stretches out His hand toward the center of the City.
Wryly, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking,
"Enorian."
You have emoted: Maite lets out a dry laugh, turning and dipping her head
towards Dhar.
Rashar locks his arms around Atticus and the two vanish up and out of sight.
Damariel narrows His eyes and stares upwards.
Damariel, the Unbound turns and strides away, His aura of light and calm fading
as He goes.
An aura of light and calm descends upon your surroundings as Damariel, the
Unbound strides into view.
Damariel smiles wryly.
Damariel touches a tattoo and suddenly the ground splits open as a nightmarish
tentacle shoots skywards, dragging Rashar back to earth.
-He got away that time.
Calmly, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "That was probably bad of
Me."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Hey,
fellers."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "I demand
satisfaction."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Hey."
H:5032 M:4759 E:24060 XP:7% [sdb eb]
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Somebody
make this feller stop whackin' at me."
You see Damariel shout, "You know, I distinctly recall you saying that you had
no intention of harming Enorian. This makes you a coward, a liar, and an
incompetent. The list just keeps growing."
The harsh, discordant tones of Iosyne's voice rattle across the firmament,
"Sounds to Me like a personal problem."
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "Oh, flap
flap. You know I'm just bored."
You say, "Stick him under a rock and see how bored he is then."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she
shouts, "Yes, raiding a city makes one a Very Bad Person."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she
shouts, "That was a subtle jab at how You raided a city. I'm explaining it
because nuance seems to be lost in that haaaarsh harsh light You like."
Rivas Silverain's voice resonates across the land, "I don't get it. Your words
were too large. Could you entertain and educate ALL of us further by continuing
to explain it some more?"
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle as she
shouts, "Truth god kill guards."
Like the sound of a thousand broken bells, the discordant voice of Yarel tolls,
"Wait... Is it even possible to not want to hurt Enorian?"
Rashar's thunderous rumble rips across the land like a tidal wave, "SO, uh."
Dhar, the Underking says to you, "You are doing a fine job as Cardinal so far."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to you, "On this much, I agree with My
Brother. I'm very proud of you, child."
You have emoted: "'I love how someone who doesn't want their own past thrown in
their face is so easy to throw it in others," Maite quips dryly. Turning to
Dhar, there is a soft bow in the God's direction. "I am trying, even if it is
hard to get others to participate."
Raspy, Dhar, the Underking says, "Remember to utilize the Pantheon if you
require a Divine touch somewhere to help spark interest or some such."
Tone neutral, you say to Dhar, "I shall, Lord. I pray You did not take my debate
and words as arguing, or meant to be a jab at You at all."
Dhar, the Underking says, "Nothing great is built without hardship. I am too
practical a God to take offense to constructive criticism."
You have emoted: Maite breathes out a sigh of relief. "That is why I am wanting
to keep it to just the Order Heads/Representatives, and the Pantheon. We have to
come to common understanding together, before we can move forward to inclue all
the orders themselves.
Dhar, the Underking says, "I believe that to be an acceptable course.
Eventually, however, the Orders should be integrated so that the organization
may be officiated. I do not believe there will be enough members if it's only
one order head and one representative. I'd like to see the Sanctum officiated
into a real organization as hastily as plausible."
You say, "Your Brother and Sister being away make that a little harder to
achieve."
Damariel nods His head in agreement.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "Any course of action must find a way
of bringing Them and Theirs into the fold. We will have to go find Them."
Dhar, the Underking says, "They will return. Eventually. Hopefully before I am
forced to go searching."
His eyebrows rising sharply, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar,
the Underking, "Maybe I should go searching first. We don't want to frighten
Them."
A single, bright white, ethereal orb forms within the dark void of Dhar's hood -
an eye of some sort. It moves to regard Damariel. "Frighten Them?"
A pause. A slow nod. "Yes," Damariel replies, slowly. "Not to offend You,
Brother, but in the interest of practicality... You aren't very diplomatic."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "Sister or I
would probably be better for that sort of thing."
Dhar, the Underking says, "I do not see the need for diplomacy in this
situation. They must be brought back, regardless of Their personal feelings. The
Crusade does not pause."
You have emoted: Maite holds up a hand, wanting to speak. "This is not just
about seeking the Dawn, Lord. It is about communication and cooperation. If You
try to force Them into it, it disregards that purpose entirely."
"My Priestess is correct," Damariel interjects. "The end goal is a strong,
centralized organization from which a universal faith may be declared. It is not
yet endowed with that sort of authority. It must be granted, freely and
willingly, through contract and amenable participation. We foster this not
through demands or blunt speech, but through..."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "Care and
consideration. This is a negotiation. We are mending something broken. We must
mind the cracks."
Dhar, the Underking says, "I do not believe it is within My capacity to coddle
My Siblings like children whilst the war against Undeath continues."
You say, "'A war that does not really have an end in sight. Being zealous is
fine, it has its moments. But if we only focus on the end goal, we can lose
sight of important changes that can be made on the journey to get there."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound asks, "More to the point, Brother - any war
is better served by allies, and you cannot gain allies if their view of the
Truth does not coincide, in perspective or in values, with your own. You must
sway them with Truth, and you must give them the Truth in such a way that they
do not rebel against it. It is very delicate. Else why would the first mortal
philosophers, those first struggling speakers of Kalsu, have devoted such time
and care to the principles of argumentation?"
"They understood as well as We the importance of language." Damariel's arms fold
together, slowly.
Lexen enters from the northeast, riding a Jaziran stallion.
Lexen gracefully hops off of a Jaziran stallion.
Lexen slaps a Jaziran stallion on the rump and sends it cantering off.
Dhar, the Underking says to Lexen Verite, "Hail, Lexen."
Lexen takes a knee before Dhar, his head bowing in reverence. "M'Lord."
Damariel nods His head at Lexen.
You have emoted: Maite clasps both hands in front, before bowing respectfully
towards Lexen.
Lexen stands once more, offering a half bow to Damariel and a nod to you. "Lord
Damariel. Cardinal."
Another white sphere joins the first within Dhar's hood. The new, malformed set
of eyes assess their surroundings carefully before focusing upon Lexen.
You have emoted: Maite regards Lexen, with a brief glance to the Gods in turn.
"Tell me Lexen, how would you see that Enorian change for the better? In regards
to the communication between our Pantheon and ourselves."
Dhar, the Underking asks Lexen Verite, "We have not interacted in a substantial
duration. What is your status?"
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "This is
exactly why You're not doing the negotiations."
Lexen cuts a glance at you to make it clear he has heard the question before
replying to Dhar, "I have no new changes to report, M'Lord, aside from the loss
of my brothers to the Darkness."
(Priesthood): You say, "You make it difficult not to laugh. It would be rude."
Dhar, the Underking says to Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound, "If I were an
entity of considerable emotion, I would likely take offense to your words.
Thankfully, I am not, and I am also not a .. negotiator."
"No." Damariel has a difficult time holding back a smile. "And Brother, though I
know that You lack considerable emotion... You are useful. Invaluable. You do
what others of Us cannot. You were made, by Father, to Your task. We must all do
what We were set to do, I think - I will speak Truth, and You will guard the
dead and reap those who attempt, however vainly, to evade You."
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "And though
this likely does not mean a great deal to You, either - I do love You, Brother.
Truly."
Lexen shifts his weight into a mostly militant stance with his hands clasped
behind his back as he answers you, "The city is hurting for stability right now.
The political unease coupled with the weapons used to destroy Ulangi recently
has a lot of people on edge. They need an outward threat they can actually face
together, and the inward encouragement rewarding a unified stance."
Dhar, the Underking says to Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound, "I find your
devotion to Spirit respectable and your strength more than adequate. I suspect
that some day, we will strike down the Liar and the Earthen."
His gauntlet gathering into a fist, Damariel pounds His breastplate sharply and
nods.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says to Dhar, the Underking, "I suspect
much the same."
You have emoted: While she listens to what the Gods have to say, Maite listens
to Lexen as well. She nods, in agreement, arms crossing beneath her chest. A
gesture made towads Dhar and Damariel. "Unified. A random person I asked, and
that is the first thing brought up. THAT is why I wanted the Sanctum. To bring
us together in common purpose. Unify us."
Lexen arches a brow slightly, a frown crossing his features. "This Sanctum being
a location?"
His voice echoing, Dhar, the Underking says, "I must return to My duties.
Farewell Brother, Warden, Cardinal."
Dhar, the Underking bows His head and disperses into a strange white haze before
vanishing altogether.
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound says, "I must too take My leave."
Damariel removes Maraxis, the Godhammer.
Maraxis, the Godhammer shoots off sharp, snapping bolts of bluish-silver
lightning as Damariel raises it upward.
Damariel starts to wield Maraxis, the Godhammer in His hands.
Throwing back His head, Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound exclaims,
"EXCELSIOR!"
Damariel mot Lanosaryon, the Unbound whirls Maraxis, the Godhammer in His mighty
hands, pointing it skyward. In a crash of thunder, He ascends, Divine power
lifting Him into the heavens.
Lexen slides a hand back through his hair and quietly states, "Sorry to break up
your meeting. I seem to have that effect."
You say to Lexen, "No. For now, it is a clan that I have started. Each of the
Pantheon shall be part of it, as well as Their order heads and representatives."
You say, "I started it to draw us all in together."
Lexen exhales slightly through his nose at the thought, then places a cigarette
to his lips and carefully lights it before replying, "It's not the order heads
and representatives that need unifying. Most of the time, they're the ones that
think they know what's going on. You need to focus on the ones doing the behind
the scenes grunt work."
Lexen takes a long drag from a lit slender white cigarette.
Lexen looks towards a lit slender white cigarette with a pensive expression on
his features, and exhales slowly in one continuous breath.
You say, "It is just a starting point, for now. Once we have come together with
a common goal and purpose, we can aide everyone else. All who serve the Light.
Our relationship with Them is broken, has been, for far too long. I will see to
repairing it."
Lexen rolls one shoulder in a partial shrug, his expression remaining
emotionless as he takes another long drag of the cigarette. "I suppose we'll
see."
You say, "I took Cardinal, fought for getting it, for that reason."
You say, "Enorian needs repaired. We are broken. I have to start somewhere."
Lexen shrugs again, replying, "You'll forgive me if I'm skeptical. I've been at
politics for longer than any man really has a right to."
You say, "THAT is my biggest thing to get over. There are many here who are set
in their ways. Changing has to begin slow, but it is starting."
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I like the involvement of the Gods here. They clearly have their own stuff they are up to, which makes their interactions pretty cool. I've heard through the grapevine about your clan and it sounds like a fun new thing for lifers - keep us updated on how it goes!