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       #Post#: 407473--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Demonreach Date: August 18, 2016, 7:23 pm
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       Odin grunted in agreement, draining his glass. He was glad
       someone felt the same he did about the Draconians. Not that they
       were bad people, but they have definitely fallen on tough times.
       'Darkfire? Ah, Dems then!' He frowned a moment before sighing.
       'Demonreach spoke highly of the man, though from the way father
       spoke, it seems the elder Darkfire was more than that. How about
       his son? Is Seporo more than human?'
       The bartender had refilled his glass and he took slow sips,
       gathering his thoughts, 'I suppose you don't have to answer
       that. It is hard to live up to the legends of our fathers, eh?
       But mine was a prick and decided I needed more than what I
       already had. Which is the trial.'
       Odin hadn't relished the idea of explaining, for how could one
       talk about something so... profound? So life altering? 'No
       crime, though if being born to a curious being is a crime, then
       yes. He merely bestowed upon me a gift to help aide me on the
       journeys ahead but life has been slow and boring, so I'm stuck
       with this... gift, always on edge and ready to release that rage
       that burns inside so readily.
       'I was reduced to a mere fragment of myself; my soul naught but
       cinders in the breadth of this power.' Even as he spoke that
       dark power, that menacing rage, echoed in his voice; the timbers
       of the inn and bar shivering; the shadows receding as if fearful
       of being noticed. The aura of the Eon Spirit manifested itself
       around him, an invisible cloak that turned the air bitter and
       dry.
       It spoke to the primal forces of the world; to the primal voices
       within each individual. A rage that would not be quenched so
       easily nor would any amount of blood satisfy this rather pissed
       off Eon.
       His fists were clenched, the glass in his hand creaking beneath
       the strain; even the stool upon which he sat seemed to bend and
       sway beneath some pressure not there before. That wild,
       indomitable presence he already asserted magnified.
       And Odin was clueless.
       'I am more than a god. I am free from any chains that any would
       try to impose upon me.' Even his voice had altered a few tones.
       'Did I pass? Perhaps, given this Spirit still resides within,
       chained upon my body and soul. The only chains I'll ever need to
       feel at this point.'
       He looked towards Seporo, eyes dark and seething; tears were
       rolling down his face but he was clueless. That power was him,
       is him. This, however, was nothing compared to what had burned
       him away into nothing. Which had brought him to the cusp of
       oblivion, a death so certain and permanent, it scared even him.
       But the pressure let up within a few seconds of silence.
       The glass had broke in his hand, which he stared at rather
       dumbly before cursing, though the glass began to push out of his
       flesh at the curse; obeying some unspoken command.
       He took the rag from the bartender, cleaning the few drops of
       blood that had left and cleaned his hand off. 'Sorry, redcap. I
       don't know how it happened...' He looked rather sheepish, almost
       ashamed of his actions.
       'The edge of the Phoenix lands? I assume you are now the
       guardian of such lands?'
       #Post#: 407474--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 18, 2016, 9:22 pm
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       Seporo’s eyes narrowed, his knuckles whitening between clenched
       fingers as he let out barely a whisper of a growl. What a bash
       question to ask the son of Dems. But he was only half wrong in
       assuming he was more than human.
       Born to phoenix and a vampire. But even that long ago, Dems was
       not the man he was before he died when he had spawned his first
       batch of children. Seporo’s fingers wrapped around some strange
       object, unseen by most eyes. But flicking through his hands was
       the hidden pendant marking him and his twin.
       Maybe Kera had been chosen instead of him to bear the new burden
       of their father. But with missing for some time, there was no
       telling what had happened to her.
       “Demi… Technically I suppose. My father was chosen to be a god
       after giving birth to me, but still chosen. I bear his mark and
       harbor two of the goldens… lessers.” The birds swirled inside of
       his aura at those words. While thy where lesser gods the
       phoenixes of the lands consider themselves equal footing,
       despite the quite unequal power differences.
       “It’s yet to be seen whether I ascend, or if one of my siblings
       will be chosen.”
       Seporo could feel it. The irk in the chair as it attempted to
       shrug away from the man. The strange ripple in the wood as if
       the very molecules in the table tried to flee the primal
       presence now overlapping any energy in the room.
       The spirits within Seporo stirred as well, calling out against
       this force as they pushed back against the power to keep
       Seporo’s temperament even and level. Seporo just listened and
       stared, letting the man flush himself out as he gave a coy
       smirk.
       The glass shattered and Seporo shook his head, taking a sip from
       his own cracked glass as he looked to the redcap and the
       shapeshifter, attempting to notice any change in them due to the
       shift in aura in the room. “I would be at this time. Until the
       rightful heir is chosen and becomes risen again.” He chuckled
       softly to himself and shook his head.
       “Sounds like your process is more interesting. Ours just causes
       madness in the strong and death in the weak.”
       #Post#: 407507--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Demonreach Date: August 24, 2016, 8:14 pm
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       Odin cocked an eyebrow, 'Perhaps you should take it instead of
       waiting? As you killed your father, none have any reason to
       challenge you for your ascension.'
       Maybe it was wrong of Odin to make such a statement, especially
       so casually, but he had neither siblings nor much of a family to
       begin with. His view of blood relations was different than most
       who grew up. But he couldn't speak for Seporo in his quest for
       godhood, not knowing much about the man's past.
       Still...
       'Oh, I wouldn't say my ordeal didn't drive me to madness, given
       that I have no idea how it affects me other than this feeling of
       being locked up. I suppose that's enough to drive anyone insane,
       though.' He chuckled, sipping at the drink.
       He pulled up the shirts, revealing a rather offensive tattoo
       upon his rib cage. It was a blight to look upon, to even exist
       within this side of reality. It was angry, the area around the
       black swirls red as if infected. 'This is my Eonic Mark. When
       gifted the Eon Dragoon, I was saved by this. I was reduced to a
       mere fragment of myself; my soul lost save this piece that held
       off against that vengeful spirit.
       'I speak of grabbing your godhood perhaps too easily, knowing
       all too well the price. You never realize how small you are, how
       insignificant your life is, when you are awash with something so
       much greater than you. I cannot say how yours stacks against
       mine, given that the Dragoon was before the primordial ooze that
       birthed us. He is so angry, so fucking pissed at everything,
       it's hard to cope with the intrusive thoughts. But they are my
       own, he is me. I am him. So perhaps I am angry at everything?'
       #Post#: 407606--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 10, 2016, 4:02 pm
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       Seporo snickered at the boldness of Odin’s statement. His irises
       spinning as he smiled. “Killing my father is one thing.
       Defeating my siblings would be an entirely different story. The
       other siblings I face may lay claim, if they so wish. Until the
       ascent, any of us could be the next leader. That’s how the
       pantheon works, unfortunately”
       He watched Odin lift his shirt. He lifted his glass at the same
       time and brought a drink past his lips and down his gullet with
       a nod. “Looks infected to me. Maybe you should have a maester
       look at that.”
       He shook his head and poured the last little bit from the bottle
       into his glass and downed it as fast as he had poured it. He
       drew in a deep breath and released it with the thought that had
       populated in his head the instant it had been found.
       “It’s true. If you have become one, the thoughts are yours
       also.”
       Seporo shook his head. “But it might be easier. At least you can
       be one. We serve as mostly hosts for the Golden Phoenix. The
       birth of life given to this universe spread from the wings of
       the phoenix.”
       Seporo sighed and shook the bottle at the Redcap. “Friend, I
       need a new one. And get something for our new arrival also. He
       looks a little… broken.” Seporo set his empty glass on the table
       softly as to avoid any further damage to the drinkware. He
       folded his arms over his chest and tucked his chin into his
       chest in contemplation. “Though I suppose There are pros and
       cons to both our burdens.”
       #Post#: 407617--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
       By: Demonreach Date: September 17, 2016, 11:02 pm
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       He squinted at the man, pondering the advice; searching for some
       joke before grunting in amusement. 'Perhaps I should. Preferably
       a woman with a nice personality. Some fat broad that can cook.'
       Odin swirled the liquid in the cup, lost in thought, shrugging
       and knocking it back. 'If there is only you, then there can be
       no doubt as to who is going ascend, aye? As much as I enjoy the
       conversation, sitting here drinking with some stranger isn't
       going to get you that godhood. But I am the only child, so what
       do I know? Any children my father sire's is gonna have this
       mark, though not all would be so... lucky to get the actual
       Dragoon. So perhaps it would've been a waiting game, as well, to
       see who he chose..'
       Or would Demonreach have made the siblings fight? To see who
       deserved such an honor? Odin wondered how he would react, if he
       would wait just as Seporo was. It was easy to give such advice
       when you knew nothing, or very little, about the situation at
       hand. Still, there was some respect he held for the demi-god
       next to him. To kill ones own father would be rather difficult.
       'Serve as hosts? You do not merge as one? Would the godhood be
       merely a falsity? Sure, you'd have all that power at your
       fingertips, but you would still be... you, to some extent.' A
       sort of envy crept into his voice at that; a dark malice
       rippling beneath the flesh, the sun-weathered skin darkening.
       The light within the bar becoming muted, as if the dark energy
       was oppressive in its nature. When it released, it was like a
       breath being released after being pent up for too long.
       'Pros and cons... That's a funny line of thought if I've heard
       of one. Perhaps we will see in the coming days, eh, friend?
       Speaking of...' He trailed off a moment, sighing softly. 'I am a
       homeless soul, which is why I spent so much time with the
       Draconian's, and I couldn't think of a better person to show me
       the Phoenix Land's than the one who guards it.'
       He flashed Seporo a rather toothy grin, showing the alarmingly
       white teeth; the upper and lower canines rather pronounced.
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