Amletan's succesors

[kingpaul]

"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."

Martok's interest is piqued as Shon races off. Trouble? Interesting. I will need to keep an eye on that. Martok goes back to building his abode, hoping that a war may be in the offing.

 

[Suicidal Llama]

Ha! a gemmed rock that was a better reply than the last planet. ahem..... He turns to anaziel
there is no need for a.... weapon..... if that is what you call a weapon. He snorts in the direction of the sword.
In his deep voice heturns and speaks to the sinoch.
Send for reinforcments, scout out this land for its recources then report back to me.

Turning to Meo Now.... Im interested....what kind of boat do you use.

One sinoch turns back towards the ship and blasts off with a bang. The other takes off to retrieve and deploy the now landing sinochs over the entire planet.

In the background more pods can be seen.



A pod lands near the volcano just as the fiery god martok turns his back. Twenty sinoch emerge and begin to walk around aimlessly but never going through the same spot more than once.

 

[Mephit James]

Meo shifts uneasily. He is sending these things to "scout the area?" For what purpose? Surely there is enough room for everyone to live, unless there is more inland that I do not know about. He frowns, suddenly, If there is, Shon might not be able to come. Unless he is hiding it from me. What is out there over the bluffs? Wonders no doubt and my brother keeps them from me! There is a sudden breeze in the air before Meo can answer the artifice-god, and Shon steps onto the beach lightly. It is a curious effect, not as though he appeared exactly but as though there were a path that one hadn't noticed until the traveler arrived on it.
"I have no boat," Meo answered Mensar, "I travel under my own power. I might build a boat some day, but for now it is better to dive and see the glories under the waves. The underwater kingdoms one might never see otherwise." He glances slyly sideways toward Shon as if to gauge his response.
The Vagabond looks suspicious and then angry as his brother talks but holds his tongue. He steps up behind Meo and presents a unified front toward Mensar. "I am Shon the Vagabond, brother of Meo. If you are here for trouble, I suggest you reconsider. You are outnumbered and an outsider, Amletan will not appreciate interference."

 

[Shayuri]

There's a slight chill in the air around Matresia, though barely enough to feel without divine senses. The shadows near her lengthen and pool together, describing in the air the shape of a grey-black hooded cloak that flutters noiselessly in the breeze. The shape it clings to is feminine; breathtakingly so, though completely covered. Even the newcomer's face is concealed in the gloom of her cowl...all but her eyes. They are perfectly visible, as if they alone were illuminated. Almond-shaped and exotic, they add to the figure's feminine allure, despite her strangeness.

The apparition speaks in a voice that seems to originate less than an inch away from the listener's ear, and never sounds above a whisper. As though everything she says was a secret between her and who hears her.

"Minutes old, and already quarreling. Will you stop them, sister? Or will you watch? And if you stop them, how long before they quarrel over you?

Though her mouth was concealed, Whisper's voice conveyed the distinct impression of a teasing smile to Matresia.

 

[Lord Wyrm]

"Not a weapon, an extension of faith." Anaziel saw the second manling move to his brothers side. It was good to know this interloper was now significantly outnumbered.

"No forges yet exist on this world, man has not been reawakened to their use yet..." Anaziel held forth his weapon. "and a Celestine from another world shall not awaken them. The Light gave you duties upon your creation and they did not include this world. Summon your reinforcements if you must, I will summon mine if you do." as Anaziel spoke the air darkened, an unnatural chill crept out from the Fallen One encompassing the area, it was as if the connection to Faith had been severed from the land surronding the Celestines.

 

[Nephtys]

There's a slight chill in the air around Matresia, though barely enough to feel without divine senses. The shadows near her lengthen and pool together, describing in the air the shape of a grey-black hooded cloak that flutters noiselessly in the breeze. The shape it clings to is feminine; breathtakingly so, though completely covered. Even the newcomer's face is concealed in the gloom of her cowl...all but her eyes. They are perfectly visible, as if they alone were illuminated. Almond-shaped and exotic, they add to the figure's feminine allure, despite her strangeness.

The apparition speaks in a voice that seems to originate less than an inch away from the listener's ear, and never sounds above a whisper. As though everything she says was a secret between her and who hears her.

"Minutes old, and already quarreling. Will you stop them, sister? Or will you watch? And if you stop them, how long before they quarrel over you?

Though her mouth was concealed, Whisper's voice conveyed the distinct impression of a teasing smile to Matresia.

Matresia smiles. A lady of the shadows, yes that fits the picture. Only a mistress of deceat would pierce my stealth so easily.
"For all their power they, and most likely ourselves, are remarkably like mortals. And like mortals we are doomed to quarrel unless controlled by a greater force. I am not that greater force, sister. The mortal races are my concern, not the shepherding of deities."

 

[Suicidal Llama]

There is no need to consider me a threat..... It is very interesting that in each newborn world different technologies and powers are uncovered. I wish to watch for these things and document all activity here. After all knowledge is power. Turning to Meo and Shon.
Pleased to meet you Shon, Again I say I am no threat I just like to come at things fast and strong, sometimes appearing mistakenly as a.....threat. But that is not to say I am the most peaceful. I will only strike if you give good reason...or....if I am in a bad mood. So remember if it is a fight you want it is a fight you will get.

I need to be going now so are there any more questions?
cough
One last thing, in my quest for knowledge I let the races play out to their maximum technilogical level, then supplement them with my knowledge. Otherwise it spoils the whole planet.


Around the world high in the mountains or in the jungle the sinochs establish hidden observitories and crowd into them preparing to watch the races unfold. Not needed sinochs blast back off into space.

 

[Mephit James]

Pleased to meet you Shon, Again I say I am no threat I just like to come at things fast and strong, sometimes appearing mistakenly as a.....threat. But that is not to say I am the most peaceful. I will only strike if you give good reason...or....if I am in a bad mood. So remember if it is a fight you want it is a fight you will get.

The response makes the brothers' faces twist with anger. "Who do you think you are?" yells Shon, stepping in front of his brother. "What makes some interloper think he can destroy the mystery of this new world at his whim! You are a speck!" As he shouts, he seems to loom ever larger until he is at least twice his original height. His anger radiates from his eyes like flames and he takes a step forward. "You presume too much, Mensar, to ask if we have more questions when you should be apologizing for entering our home unannounced!" He gestures back to Meo and Anaziel, "Your crystalline eyes must not be clear enough if you cannot see this fight is uneven: three powerful warriors against one feeble intruder!"
Turning to the sky and speaking in a dramatic tone, Shon swears an oath. His words ring in the air around him and the others on the beach can feel that it is a serious thing. "Amletan, Father, hear me! I swear to never helps this creature or his servants! Forever my children will carry out this pledge, never helping Mensar's artifices' reduce the world to numbers and lines."

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Watching from behind as his brother begins the tirade, Meo shares the feelings of indignant anger. As his brother begins to grab the focus of the meeting, however, the Sailor's anger takes on a new dimension. He called Shon here for support, not to usurp him! This was typical of Shon, such a braggart eager to grab attention. Meo knew that it wouldn't last, however: in his journeys through the ocean he'd had a vision. The Twins of Amletan would fight, a vicious and powerful fight, and only one would walk away from it. Meo was determined to be that one.

 

[Nephtys]

Matresia laughs telepathically to Whisper, "How much like mortals, how much like beasts. The dominant males posturing agressively, gathering their confindence before they battle to determine their precedence as alpha-male... Such lovely company we have, sister."

I only hope their battle will not inflict too much damage on the planet.

 

[magic_gathering2001]

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