Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

17:33 Argoniya: And the dark creature seemed to not have noticed the shadowy figure watching him from the darkness of the trees, as he seemed to be focused on the pit. The pit where the residents of this forest used to gather and chatter... Soon, the dark creature’s hands clapped, to start a spark with would jump into the pit to light up brightly - but instead of regular flames, it glowed in a bright dark-ish purple, complete with a slight scent of burning brimstone. With another clap from his hands, a fairly antique-looking record player would appear along with a vinyl record! Placing the record onto the record player, soon rather soothing classical music would begin to ring from the wide end of the record player’s trumpet looking pavilion!

17:33 Basilisk of Imbalance: Hark! how the strains of music thicken, bend and melt... what once burbled and sparkled now blurts and heaves... and dives... Threnody! Song of SICKNESS... the Music of Derangement... dark with the clouds of tempests... and around us now, the scenes of WRECKAGE, not the gentle fog of gray mourning, not the realm of the soft Goddess, but the creeping cloud of CORRUPTION!!!!!

17:33 Basilisk of Imbalance:

17:38 Basilisk of Imbalance: a cloud of pestilence from the Place of Fear... Death waits for all who frolic here...14:17 Argoniya: The demonic entity lurks among the tall trees of the forest, its shape in a form of a humanoid-shaped dark cloud as it strolls among the woods. Whatever that was living under his steps would shrivel up and seem to die, with grasses turning miserable yellows - until his step passes from them. Then, everything that was dead springs back to life... Perhaps it was the power of the forest. But for now, the evil deity lurked among the woods...
14:39 Garras: The stars that pierce the canopy with silvered ray, come to rest upon a beast, whose shroud of sable pelt is as mantle about his shoulders, there, hunkered as he is, his legs folded, his eyes shut, and his hands cupped one into the other to rest at his lap. In the dark, his frame inflates with breath.. the smell of moss, and trees, and beast, and decay, humid and cold.. and with his exhale, only the sound.. air compressed, a small sound whose smallness deepens the silence throughout the gentle crackrustle of bent leaf and stalky vegetation and nocturnal crickrattle. It is all, and it is engulfing, the bear, as vessel, as conduit, as historian. Such is the nature, of the slumped figure, hunkered in his stature, his scarred muzzle slack, his calloused palm caressed gnarled knuckles, the beast in mindful repose.. the bear with no name, all at once Garras with the slow draw of his eyelids, that single dark brown oak looming in the ebon twilight.
11:04 Achlys: …And she sang, her voice carrying over the howling wind, her song a tribute to the gods above.
11:04 Achlys: “Only the stars know, only the voiceless…”
On the beach, into the forest, where I am
Lest by my own hand a stone become my pillow.
This sea not of this world, nor does it reach its limits;
And I who was once as you are,
I who was once as you are,
Without wings or fins or fur
I fall silent.
With no choice but to endure
To endure the waves, the wind, the storm,
And return to the depths beyond,
Coming to rest in an oak on its far shore.”
07:51 Navy_Wrestler: You are not logged in.
07:55 Navy_Wrestler: Oh Minerva! Athena! Mars Vltor the unvanquished Lord Ascendent! Hear my vow! To guide my friend and brother, teacher and student the great walking filet of Minos.
07:57 Navy_Wrestler: To aide in the purging of these lands with power, glory unto you oh alright gods rather than these these trees that men become and were!
08:00 Navy_Wrestler: The oaks I swear for the bones of cities! The branches thereof for the pilii to lay the bones of my enemies to waste.
08:02 Navy_Wrestler: And give hearth and help unto all who stand before the ancient and useless gods these would be humans call savages.
08:03 Navy_Wrestler: *Wanders around the sacred grove... tapping the spear upon boot heel, shield and helm.
08:04 Navy_Wrestler: Challenging you spectres or dying lands to come forth and be reborn!
08:08 Navy_Wrestler: In the arc of combat... which shall be full circle for you at last... and you might return to the light or darkness that you worship. And all places in between.
08:38 Achlys: Magnifico as one would expect of a fine-boned tyrant
08:39 Achlys: and she turns to look with care and attention, the Lady of the Fog, of the gray places, of the mourning.
08:39 Achlys: "Hail, warrior!"
08:40 Navy_Wrestler: Ave!
08:41 Navy_Wrestler: Being or beast... are you friend or foe!
08:42 Achlys: Gods and Goddesses cannot be measured in such a way, noble warrior.
08:44 Navy_Wrestler: "Your answer tells me that you are neither!"
08:45 Achlys: "Then you know well whereof you speak"
08:46 Achlys: "But you are a brother of the Beef?"
08:52 Achlys: And as the newcomer raised his voice in prayer, the wind picked up, rustling the leaves of the oak trees surrounding him. He knelt before the towering trunks, his hand resting on the rough bark of one of them. His breathing slowed, becoming deep and even as he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky... All this she saw.
08:53 Achlys: He knew that the gods were watching him, listening to his words. But he also knew that he needed more than their aid to accomplish his mission. He needed strength, skill, and cunning. He needed the loyalty of his fellow soldiers, and the fear of his enemies. He needed Latin grammar.
08:53 Achlys:
08:53 Navy_Wrestler: Laughs... "A brother and a father, a brother and a son, to that fucker I'd give the moon if I only it in my orbit."
08:55 Achlys: "You answer well. Perhaps you know he has endured... ordeals... Though word has come to me that he will soon return to these fair groves ."
09:11 Navy_Wrestler: "Who is he? Noble lady of fog and unsurity?"
09:12 Navy_Wrestler: "I Champion all! Who would build a better race!"
09:15 Navy_Wrestler: And you know well that to give life's blood unto being... true being with great power... even in accepting one's one response to the world is great!"
09:17 Achlys: "And of crocus, thyme / And corn then Earth would pick the first bunch for thee. / And in the cool of stars I learned, but / Only the nameable. Disenchanting…/ As if with salt for food..."
09:18 Achlys: "And though I knew the danger / Of the underworld, where the dead reside… There, in the shadows, left alone, to mourn the loss, to see him where he fell..."
09:19 Achlys: "... in the shadows of Pyramids..."
09:21 Navy_Wrestler: For Alexander alone the pyramids
09:22 Navy_Wrestler: And then to stand and fight )
09:22 Navy_Wrestler: FOR L'EMPEREUR
09:24 Navy_Wrestler: They were built for us!
09:25 Navy_Wrestler: Slams the spear into the ground
09:25 Achlys: "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
09:27 Navy_Wrestler: "You gods wish only despair!"
09:28 Navy_Wrestler: Flips the spear and drops the shield.
09:28 Achlys: *gestures gently to the lodge house amid the groves of aspen
09:29 Achlys: "or a good stiff drink..."
09:29 Navy_Wrestler: Bends down to the grass
09:30 Achlys: *brings a horn of mead to the new arrival
09:30 Achlys: "I bid you welcome."
09:31 Navy_Wrestler: I CELEBRATE myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass
09:33 Achlys: as though the hill had melted and now flowed...
09:35 Navy_Wrestler: Accepts the horn of mead...
09:36 Navy_Wrestler: Odin has no power here!
09:36 Achlys: But the ravens... that is another matter...
09:37 Achlys: *The Lady raises her own horn of mead and then takes a deep draught
09:39 Navy_Wrestler: Bah for those two pernicious assholes I'll have a sip.
09:40 Achlys: You will do well here, warrior.
09:41 Navy_Wrestler: What else can one do?

Published: 2023-04-21, viewed 0 times.