almostinsane
Well-known member
Hall of the Gods
It was rare for the gods to gather together in one place. Even excluding Azahiel, some gods were not the type to understand social interactions and still others wanted one or the other dead or maimed or were afraid that one or more wanted them dead or maimed. Still, for those who were willing to make the journey to the Hall of the Gods, today was a special occasion. Time meant little in Tir Nail, the Realm of the Gods (with each individual god's realm not quite syncing up with the others'), but the Anniversary of the Peace was one constant in this world. Whether they were willing to commemorate the occasion or not, all the gods knew what date it was and so, Earon found himself stepping through the Hall of the Gods, his eyes observing the facilities, a cup of nectar mixed with wine in his hand.
A great table was set up within the wall with food and refreshments served by spirits. Whether they were spirits of a god's fallen followers or the creation of a god specifically for this event, he could not recall. The present was not important. Instead, his thoughts turned to the past. He remembered when he became conscious, a confusing, chaotic event as his very being formed from the Sea itself. Where before, he had been only vaguely conscious of the push and pull of the Sea itself, he had slowly became aware of the life that dwelt within the Sea and later on, the life that dwelt outside the Sea. The Age before the War was one of discovery, of creation for creation's sake. He had discovered the capabilities of insignificant land mammals and had filled the Sea with countless species with the help of Tauphys.
His expression darkened. Yes... He had discovered other gods then. Great friends and peers at first and then, enemies and rivals. When Azahiel sought to assert his kingship, Earon had been among the first to oppose him, reshaping the the land and Sea in his opposition. The War had been one large battle with mortals and lesser creatures killed in the blink of the eye, culminating in the death of Amenti by War and the signing of the armistice.
Amenti... That gentle goddess, seeking only to please... To be murdered in such wretched way. He took great pleasure in being one of the gods to bind War and force him to sign the Armistice.
"Shadowed Dancer... I am in a reflective mood," he called out, requesting a song from the god of music. Call him arrogant, but if someone would gift him with music to accompany the depths of his mood, who was he to say no?
It was rare for the gods to gather together in one place. Even excluding Azahiel, some gods were not the type to understand social interactions and still others wanted one or the other dead or maimed or were afraid that one or more wanted them dead or maimed. Still, for those who were willing to make the journey to the Hall of the Gods, today was a special occasion. Time meant little in Tir Nail, the Realm of the Gods (with each individual god's realm not quite syncing up with the others'), but the Anniversary of the Peace was one constant in this world. Whether they were willing to commemorate the occasion or not, all the gods knew what date it was and so, Earon found himself stepping through the Hall of the Gods, his eyes observing the facilities, a cup of nectar mixed with wine in his hand.
A great table was set up within the wall with food and refreshments served by spirits. Whether they were spirits of a god's fallen followers or the creation of a god specifically for this event, he could not recall. The present was not important. Instead, his thoughts turned to the past. He remembered when he became conscious, a confusing, chaotic event as his very being formed from the Sea itself. Where before, he had been only vaguely conscious of the push and pull of the Sea itself, he had slowly became aware of the life that dwelt within the Sea and later on, the life that dwelt outside the Sea. The Age before the War was one of discovery, of creation for creation's sake. He had discovered the capabilities of insignificant land mammals and had filled the Sea with countless species with the help of Tauphys.
His expression darkened. Yes... He had discovered other gods then. Great friends and peers at first and then, enemies and rivals. When Azahiel sought to assert his kingship, Earon had been among the first to oppose him, reshaping the the land and Sea in his opposition. The War had been one large battle with mortals and lesser creatures killed in the blink of the eye, culminating in the death of Amenti by War and the signing of the armistice.
Amenti... That gentle goddess, seeking only to please... To be murdered in such wretched way. He took great pleasure in being one of the gods to bind War and force him to sign the Armistice.
"Shadowed Dancer... I am in a reflective mood," he called out, requesting a song from the god of music. Call him arrogant, but if someone would gift him with music to accompany the depths of his mood, who was he to say no?