Amletan's succesors

[Lord Wyrm]

Anaziel looked almost quizical at the manling god's remarks. No legion, that was most certainly a lie for every Fallen one belonged to a legion and the Pure had left the world has far as Anaziel knew. He puzzled in his celestial mind for the answer, then a thought occured to him.

"Who is this Amletan you speak of? Why would he have the power to bequeath me anything? I know not his name from the Fall, nor do I know you. Where are you from Celestine?" As Anaziel spoke the air around him seemed to grow darker and more constricting, his radiance was fading, and in its place an aura of grave uncertainty crept out from the Prince of Sadness.

 

[Mephit James]

Meo grinned at the joke. "Alright then, stranger," he says picking up a shell to examine, "if you are not a child of Amletan, where have you come from? I suppose you just fell out of the sky like rain!" He tosses the shell into the ocean and digs his toes into the sand, reveling in the sensation.

Many miles away, Shon the Vagabond was reaching the top of his first mountain. It was odd how a simple change in altitude effected the way that the whole landscape looked. He stopped and surveyed the plains over which he had just run, laughing at how the river and trees looked small enough to hold now that he was high above them. Something in the corner of his vision caught the wanderer's eye: a dark cloud stretching away from the mountains. Climbing to a vantage point with long strides, Shon saw an oddly shaped mountain about a mile away that looked like it was burning. The peak was cracked and broken like the bird's egg he had discovered a few days ago, and flickering orange light could be seen illuminating the smoke. This certainly warranted investigation and Shon felt his grin widening as he loped eagerly along the ridge toward the volcano.

 

[kingpaul]

As Martok is setting up his abode, he senses the presence of another. He looks up, and sees a stranger along the lip of the volcano. Greeting stranger. What brings you to my abode?

 

[Mephit James]

Shon glances up in surprise at the strange voice. Shielding his eyes, the Vagabond peers into the flames and is surprised to see a humanoid force amid the lava. "Hail, Sir!" he calls, "That is an impressive feat. What is your name and how did you come to such a place?" Nervously he climbs a bit down the edge of the crater, but when a rock gives way and forces him to jump back, he stops. There, about halfway down the crater, he stands firm and tries to hide his discomfort at the intense heat.

 

[kingpaul]

Shon glances up in surprise at the strange voice. Shielding his eyes, the Vagabond peers into the flames and is surprised to see a humanoid force amid the lava. "Hail, Sir!" he calls, "That is an impressive feat. What is your name and how did you come to such a place?" Nervously he climbs a bit down the edge of the crater, but when a rock gives way and forces him to jump back, he stops. There, about halfway down the crater, he stands firm and tries to hide his discomfort at the intense heat.

I am Martok, the Fire Lord. Places of fire are my natural abode.. And you good sir? Who are you?

 

[Suicidal Llama]

By this time ships of all shapes and sizes were now hovering near the planet. One of the larger ships launches a pod which spirals downward entering the earths atmosphere. The cylindrical pod drops and slams into the ground with a loud bang right near the two strange creatures,Meo and anaziel. The pod screeches to a stop in the sand. Out steps mensar steps out metal feet gently stepping on the sand without a footprint. Behind him two metal humanoid creatures step out. Their lower leg is long and thin and the upper is thick and short giving an almost reverse jointed look. The creatures are a gold-bronze color and they have smooth sleek features. their heads are slightly larger than a humans and they have green slits for eyes but no mouth nose or ears.

These are the sinoch, and I am mensar, who are you?

Mensar appears as a sinoch but his body parts are thinner and more like rods. His body is built around a blue orb of lightning in his torso. His parts are connected and surrounded by ever moving and changing lightning that retain a relative shape.

 

[Mephit James]

Shon gazes down at Martok with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Well met, Martok, I am Shon the Vagabond. I was created by Amletan to explore the lands of this new world." He spreads his arms out with a dramatic gesture, "From tropics to tundras and ocean to sea!" His arms drop though and an oddly dissatisfied look comes over his face. It soon passes, though, and Shon presses on, "You are to live in this fire-mountain, then? It seems suited enough for you, Martok, but surely there is more to the world than this one place! There are other horizons to explore and more mountains to climb! More fires too, I've no doubt," he adds as an afterthought. "Why there is likely even-" he stops abruptly and whirls to glance into the distance, knocking another chunk of rock into the churning lava. "My brother is calling," he says, still staring away, "He seems in trouble." Turning back to Martok he grimaces, "I may have to continue our conversation another day."

Meo leaps to the side as the massive object impacts the beach. Rolling with his fall, he leaps back to his feet in a combative stance watching the ship with grim anticipation. As the thing opens and Mensar steps out, the Sailor can't help but suck in his breath. What manner of creature is this? he thinks to himself, and then his thoughts are cut short by Mensar's booming greeting. "I am Meo the Sailor," he says in reply, attempting to make his voice powerful. Meo is accutely aware of his lack of weaponry and wracks his brain for options. Feeling across the breadth of Creation, he calls out mentally to his brother: Shon, I am in need! Returning his focus to the beach he stalls for time, challenging the metal creature back. "Where have you come from, Mensar? And what do you mean by arriving like this? We might have been killed by your... gemmed rock!"

 

[Nephtys]

A sound on the other side of the planet raises her curiosity and Matresia steps around the world to see what she heard.
She observes the gathering of Gods silently, observing their interaction, the social patterns that are so familiar and yet somehow exaggerated by the primal nature of the creatures. She stands quietly, not yet allowing her precense to be felt, studying them intently.

 

[Lord Wyrm]

Sorry, double post

 

[Lord Wyrm]

Anaziel was ready to answer the manling when a great machine fell from the heavens. The creature that stepped out seemed only vaguely humanoid and was clearly not living although the power it exuded gave Anaziel pause.
"I am the lord of the Heavens and Darkness." Anaziel looked skyward, "and I notice you encroach upon one of them." Anaziel held forth his hand and a silvery light formed forth in the form of a blade. He held the blade, its tip in the sand, ready to parry blows but not to strike.