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#Post#: 395852--------------------------------------------------
Sins of the Pantheon
By: Oen Date: November 8, 2015, 12:23 am
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With in a large circular room stands the man know as Oen, his
hands chained by the wrists, the cuffs burning red with
different runic symbols draining him of his powers. The room
itself is nothing special, its all white, seemingly no doors or
windows, at the front is a high rise of a table with godly
leaders behind it, lining the walls of the room, different
warriors and guards, and at the center was Oen and a female god
known as, Nemesis the god of judgment. Oens eyes rise to the two
men in the middle, Zues, and Odin a small smirk playing on his
lips. "Oen, you have been charged with murders from multiple
pantheons, as well as the slaughter of thousands of innocents,
created wars, and destroyed cities, countries, and even planes
alike. You were not born this powerful. no born mere flesh and
blood you created yourself through hardship, and training." Oens
eyes gazed around the room at the gods from different pantheons,
about one dozen, plus the five in charge, and the one by his
side makes eighteen in all.
"We allowed this" Now odin speaks. "Though you are not a god, or
creator like those you see here, we allowed you to walk with in
our realms, with in the grasps of our powers, as we have many
others, but only you have been foolish enough to think you are
above the laws the govern even the gods." Athena now stands in
all her glory and wisdom. "However, we will not erase you from
history and the future, for you have done some good." Athena
looks at Nemesis. "Nemesis, you are the god of judgment, you
have heard the stories over the last few weeks, and heard from
those calling for death, as well as allowing him to live, but in
the end, you are the one who decides for you are the one who is
best suited not be clouded, what is your say." Nemesis, with her
eyes covered with a bandage looks straight ahead. "I call for
life." Slight mummers fill the room at the thought of Oen
living. "Strip him of all his powers, and banish him to the
mortal realm to repent for what he has done. Gained all this
power and it corrected him, now he will see how truly weak and
powerless he is among the mortals." Oen lowered his head, a
smirk still planing on his lips.
Zues nodded once and stood. "Very well, Oen we strip you of your
power!" A small ball of energy formed in front of Oen, after a
few seconds tendrils from the orb shot through Oen. Oen let out
a slight grunt as the ball pulsed slowly sapping him of his
power. "Umbra, sand, blood, pain, everything you were taught,
and mastered, all energies you once controlled gone!" The
tendrils retreated back into the orb, then it fell to the ground
becoming a solid mass. Oen stands breathing heavy but still up
right and still smirking. "You will walk the lands as a mortal!
until you die, what have you to say?" Oen slowly lifted his head
his smirk never falling from his lips. "Fools." With just a
simple word Oen opens the palms of his hands showing a matching
symbol glowing bright blue in both. Oen then quickly turns
grabbing nemesis by the face slamming her to the ground. "BURN!"
As Oen said this his hand was engulfed in a bright blue flame
that quickly engulfed Namesis with in seconds she was nothing
but ash. The chains that once bound Oen also fell to the ground.
Oen slowly stood up looking at the gods of the room, the guards
charge at Oen drawing in weapons, but as they got close the blue
flame engulfed himself and he was gone. Zues stands wide eye,
looking at the ashes of Nemesis. "How..how is this possible!" A
darkly voice from the back speaks. "It seems, the man known as
Oen, as friends even among the gods. Zues, I believe we need to
seek out the traitor, before we go after Oen. He may wield the
flames, but he is still mortal." Odin nods. "Thanatos is right."
Zues lets out a sigh and gives a single nod of agreement.
In a distant land a brightly blue flame shoots across the sky
lighting up the night with a flash, with in a breath of a moment
it was gone, the flash was followed by a large explosion. A
large sphere of blue light expands outward for half a mile
leveling everything in it's path. Slowly the light of the sphere
dies out and nothing is left but a crater half a mile wide, and
a single man laying in the middle unmoving, seemingly dead.
#Post#: 395879--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sins of the Pantheon
By: Demonreach Date: November 8, 2015, 1:35 am
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A scream tore through the silence of the night, a terrible
bellow of a creature unknown in these parts.
Dracierous was panting, wide-eyed; his will was being drawn, the
air thick with mist as he gathered it in. Frost gathered
slightly before he released it with a quick brush of his
fingertips against the ground.
The magic left him; left him incomplete, powerless, though that
was perhaps a given.
Burnished silver hues stared about in a panic, trying to
decipher his dreams; the call that had overcome his slumber and
awakened him in such a manner. His instincts screamed at him to
fight, to flee; to do something. But, alas, Dracierous allowed
his body to relax and eased his other half back to its deep
sleep. There was very little that could threaten this man, whose
blood dated back to the most ancient of Dragon's; who held magic
so deeply that it dwarfed most minor gods. Which was to be
expected of someone who was a direct descendant of that Dragon
bloodline, the First Son in fact; it made sense that his power
was so deep and near-infinite in its depth since he had been
around before most religions had even formed.
Dracierous was half-human and half-dragon; his mother a human
wizard, though his Clan had no name for people such as her or
him. The magic 'gene' was from mother to offspring, which was
perhaps one of the few reasons he was so naturally in tune with
the world around him as he also had his Father's gift. In any
case, Dracierous was ancient by any calendar and as powerful as
any pantheon.
He murmured beneath his breath as he got up, tidying his
campsite up, knowing he wasn't going to get any sleep for the
rest of the night. It was late still, given the lowness of the
moon. He'd been out for a few hours, which was better than he'd
hoped for. Starting his fire back up with a small whisper of
power and a word murmured, the embers flared to life; the damp,
cool air of the night vanished within moments as his naked body
absorbed the heat.
With the soft glow of the fire, his body seemed to shimmer with
a silver sheen that made him almost... inhuman at first glance.
The man's whole body gleamed with it; the pools of color within
his eyes were just as silver, though much darker. His hair was
loose and untamed, hanging below his shoulders with faint curls
at the ends. The strands of hair were silver as well, though
much lighter than body and eyes.
It was his own curse.
A stupid thing, something he could've probably avoided, but he
was a young pup and learned his lesson the hard way. He learned
a lot of lessons the hard way, growing up. Never an easy road
traveled or thought of.
Dracierous didn't know what possessed him to look up, but as he
did, he knew dread.
There was a blue comet streaking down from the sky, almost out
of nowhere. He quickly got to his feet, and drawing his will
from within this time, he murmured in a long dead language that
made several warding signs as he cast a defensive layer of magic
around himself, preparing for the shockwave the impact would
causes. Though the half-breed was a little more than a mile out
from the point of impact, he knew such things had a tendency to
wreck greater havoc than intended.
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Re: Sins of the Pantheon
By: Oen Date: November 8, 2015, 9:26 am
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Oen slowly rose to his feet in the middle of the massive
creator, it was more wide then deep only going down about ten
feet at the center. Steam rose from Oens body, blood streaming
down his left arm dripping into a pool from his finger tips. Oen
brought his hand up and looked at it, it had been so long since
he had bleed and not healed with in moments, so long he felt so
powerless. He lowered his arm and looked up to the night sky,
the stars looked odd to him, he couldn't pin point where in the
world he was, or what world he had landed on. Taken in a deep
breath he centered himself, he had things to do, the first was
regaining immortality and a healing factor, a human life would
not be good enough for his goals.
After gathering himself Oen started his slow walk up out of the
carter, yet again, it was odd not to have super human speed to
just, vanished a half mile walk now took about eight minutes.
Once he reached the top he looked around, forest in all
direction, mountains beyond that, no sign of any life besides
the animals. In the distant a stream of smoke caught his eye,
this was a start, it meant someone or something started it,
hopefully something that could help him figure out where he was.
Oen ripped off his sleeve and wrapped it around the gash on his
bicep and headed towards the campfire.
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Re: Sins of the Pantheon
By: Demonreach Date: November 9, 2015, 12:20 am
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He was about half a mile away from his camp, patrolling the area
more or less; not that he couldn't do it with his magic, he
preferred this way. It was... better, in some aspects. He could
usually take anything with a mental struggle; even physically.
Nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply the scent of the forest,
catching the hint of something alive; a predator, wounded.
Focusing, he closed off each sense until his hearing was the
only thing left. The creature was headed towards his camp,
Dracierous' would intercept him at the route he was going.
Opening his eyes, his senses came back with sudden clarity.
As it was, there was little wind to give away his own smell thus
his position. Unfortunately for the creature, who was rather
ballsy to walk around without care, Dracierous was a much larger
predator and much more inclined to stealth.
Moving slightly behind the other's position, who was still some
distance away, he inched closer to the ground, scooting his feet
along the floor of the forest to not disturb the leaves and
twigs overly much; stepping only when necessary, leaving barely
a track nor a sound. The only thing that could, perhaps, give
him away was his eyes which glittered dangerously in the
moonlight.
There was magical traps that would misdirect anything that
ventured too close, some would cause mild discomfort while
others created images that would send most fleeing. Dracierous
was surprised the being hadn't tripped one of them up yet, but
held it to dumb luck. The half-breed didn't make mistakes when
placing his warding spells. He'd probably be long dead and in
the dirt if he had not taken an interest in defensive magic.
He crossed the trail where the creature had been, looking at the
ground; the blatant disregard for any type of secrecy. Perhaps a
dangerous individual or an idiot who knew nothing.
He opted for the former, given the comet.
His nose picked up faint blood smell along with smoke beyond his
own campfire. A darkness that lay dormant, a hunger that was
rarely sated. The hairs on his body stood on end, the dragon
half stretching as it yawned, an eye opening as the idea of a
threat manifested. There was very few things that he had to
fear, though he could die as easily as any creature; it just
took a lot more to finish the job. The creature he stalked
reminded him of his own other half, though much less... intense.
While the forest was silent save for the occasional chirp or
cricket, Dracierous was positive that this was more because the
being he stalked. Being upwind, now, as he was, the half-breed
was fairly certain that even if the creature did sense or smell
him, it'd be more of a brimstone smell given the smoke that
billowed from his mouth every few seconds as he exhaled; he
hoped this would mask him more than anything else, given the
relative distance between crater and campfire.
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Re: Sins of the Pantheon
By: Oen Date: November 12, 2015, 5:21 am
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As Oen continued his current pace, small wisps of blue flame
come forth from his body, and at the same time his eyes take on
a slight blue glow to them. The flames he posses are not normal
by any means, they belong to the gods, and yet as a mortal Oen
now weilds them. The wisps of flame whisper to Oen, almost like
a sixth sense allowing him to avoid traps that are spread
throughout the forest. Images filled Oens mind and eye sight,
meant to cause him to flee, but he been alive for hundreds of
years before becoming a mortal, these images are nothing to him.
The glowing of his eyes allow him to see the images are just
that as well, not solid matter but simply the tricking of
senses.
Oen smirked, who ever was out there was indeed strong, and old,
just the kind of being Oen was looking for. After a walking a
few more hundred yards Oen becamr bored, the camp site was about
a quarter mile away, but the creator of it was closer, the
flames told him so. Oen was standing in a small clearing about
twenty feet by ten feet, he brings his arms up to cross over his
chest. "This is getting us no where, come out or I will burn
this forest down to the ground and then you can try and stalk
me." Oen was once feared in many worlds, his had no line that he
wouldn't cross, even now he still holds the same air about him
almost like a natural bluff. He may not have all his powers, but
he still held the flames, and those alone could be more then
enough to many beings.
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Re: Sins of the Pantheon
By: Demonreach Date: November 13, 2015, 1:45 am
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Dracierous could feel the power, now, coming from the flames;
could smell the power, an almost palpable taste in the air.
He was mere paces away, a bow and arrow made from
silver-and-green magic, readied in both hands; magic so small as
to be non-existent on any sort of sensory level. Indeed, it was
a great spell that showcased his skill and power. It was aimed
at the man's heart.
'If I wanted you dead, you'd already be there. For a mortal man,
you hold great power. A fire that none should wield save the
gods. I can see they favor you, despite your being cast down.
You definitely have their smell about you, though yourself are
nothing of the sort.'
True, however, the man before him sparked within Dracierous
something primal; a need to kill or run. The predator within
lurked and yawned, opening an eye as it awaited to be called
upon. 'You are within my domain, however temporary, and as such,
I shall give you the benefit of the doubt and not end your life
despite the great need to. Share my fire and we shall exchange
stories.' The half-breed, reluctantly dispelled the bow, though
held close to his will should the need arise. 'If you still feel
as if you should try and take me, we shall shall.'
With that, he walked past the man, his back to him, and started
towards his campsite. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on
end, his mind screaming at him to turn around lest he be
attacked, but he chose to walk instead, showing no fear and no
hesitancy. Instead, he allowed his body, his stance, his very
aura, to radiate confidence; that striking him from behind would
be deadly and fatal. The half-breed exuded a sort of fear that
was subtle, preying upon the mind and leaking into the thoughts
of those around him.
While it was a simple trick of magic, one an amateur could pull
off, this man was probably unused to dealing with such things;
or have felt them. Dracierous figured the man was perhaps the
top predator in his own mind, that his name struck fear into
those that heard it instead of the other way around.
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Re: Sins of the Pantheon
By: Oen Date: November 14, 2015, 9:39 am
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Oen couldn't help but smirk at the mans words. "The gods do not
favor me, they fear me, a mortal who onced reached their steps,
n shall again." Hearing footsteps Oen turns to spot the man
walking towards him, speaking of sharing a fire. Oen has never
been one to start a fight, merly finish one. As the man passed
him Oen followed suit his arms dropping to his sides.
"Tell me, what world is this?" Oen needed to know where he was,
to try and figure out what powers he could gain. Different
worlds had different energies, different teachings some better
then others. The first step was figuring out of this world would
be good enough to start off on. "They call me Oen, and I thank
you for your fire."
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