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Belenus beeing the Caderyn amongst gods had always ruled his family with a kind yet firm hand. Keeping them all in a constant plane of existance yet nothingness. This was a time there nothing existed yet everything was already existing. For severall millenia they all just existed togeather with all and nothing as time passed by. However restlessness grew stronger and stronger within the younger ones, and with that a desire for motion in this stillness, serenity in mist of the chaos rose with it. Despite Belenus talking to the other gods, ordering them to have things stay and change as they always had and should. With that done Belenus decided to travel throughout the nothing and everything.
As his father was away on his travels the oldest son, Sucellos, decided it was time to take action. Grabbing his hammer he walked into his fathers realm, grabbing some of his fathers rocks. With the rocks safely resting in his hand he rushed out from his fathers realm, tossing the rocks out into the empty nothingness. After swinging his massive hammer at the floating rocks they banded togeather, creating the ground that we walk upon. Happy with his little work he took the small creation, hiding it under his cloak to make sure his father and the others would not notice it. For a long time the god did nothing but wait, wait and wait. However in time his patients payed of as his father returned. However as the god walked into his own realm he noticed the handfull of rocks missing. With the fury of a endless chain of erupting volcanos the caderyn of gods sumoned the others, scolding them all and as his youngest daughter dared speak up, he lashed out at her. With a single hit Nantosuelta fell to the floor. With the wrath of a million men in his chest Sucellos bit his toung.
As Belenus laid to rest he waited for a while. But as time passed and the caderyn of gods still sleept heavly he walked into the realm of his father. Raising his hand with the hammer in it he focused all his wrath in one single smash. As the hammer hit the fathers chest it sprung open, blood flooding out as if a tidal wave had been brewing within the god for all eternity. Quickly grabbing a bowl that was floating passed them he collected the blood within it. With the blood in the bowl he cut of the nails from the hands and feet of his father. As he ripped his fathers head from its shoulders the head simply caught fire, cursing at him for what he had done, thus creating the first day.
In fear that the other gods wold hear his fathers scream he grabbed a sorrow coloured blanket, covering the screaming head. That made the head stop screaming and the fire to go out, thus creating the first night. Panting from fear and exitment of his deed he looked around, finding himself alone with the now dicapitated head of his father. Painfully slow he picked out his small gathering of rocks, after looking at it he ripped some of the flesh from his fathers body, forcing it into the rocks with his hammer, creating minerals of diffrent kinds such as gold, iron and copper. With the rocks forced togeather by his hammer, and the flesh of his father forced into it the god simply grabbed the rocks, holding it in his hands. With a curious look on his face the god he simply admired his small piece of work.
Curiously as to what would happen he pulled the bowl containing his fathers blood within it. As he put the rocks within the bowl he rolled it, seeing how the blood wrapped around the rocks, filling the lower parts and the cracks created in the small ball of rocks. Slowly the blood turned transparant, becomming what we today call water. Gathering the nails that he had clipped from his fathers hands and feet he carefully placed them upon the rocks, thus creating the mountains that stand tall upon ouer world. With his fathers head in the sorrow coloured blanket he left his fathers body to be forgotten, or atleast to buy himself a bit of time utill it was found out.
After some time of not beeign discoverd Sucellos walked to the youngest of his sisters, Nantosuelta, showing her his small piece of work. With wide eyes and even wider smile on her lips the young godess took the gathering of rocks, water, nails and flesh into her hands, admiering her brothers work of art, With a light shuckle she simply turned and ran away. Terrified someone woud understand what he had done he hurried after his sister, chasing her like they had done as children when playing tag. As he found his sister near their mothers he stoped, paling heavly as he slowly aproached the three godesses that was now looking upon his piece of work. "Mothers .." he said as he aproached the three queens. The youngest of the three images looked at him with a wide smile. The middle one smiled politely at their son while the oldest one got a concearned look on her face.
After beeing interigated by his three mothers he reluclantly admitted to his deed, he had not only been disobeying his father, he had even killed him, used his flesh and body to make his creation that had been forbidden. As the oldest of his mothers took the coal coloured blanket containing her husbands head he flinched a bit. After looking at their husbands head, still coverd by the blanket the three mothers grabbed it in unison. After taking a deep breath in they pulled of the blanket of the head. The werry moment that was done the head caught fire, screaming loud enough for the mothers to drop the head, backing away quickly. Pettrified Sucellos coverd the head once more in the raven coloured blanket over the head that stoped screaming and burning this time as well. As a reward for his actions the youngest of his mothers gave Sucellos a slap strong enough to break the gods nose, hoever as he pushed it into place again the mothers simply sprinkled a few diamonds ontop the blanket, letting a large pearl fall to it as well, and with that the stars and the moon was created.
Feidlimid, the three mothers, looked at their son for quiet some time before grabbing the stone with water over it before the youngest one left the group. After beeing gone for a while the youngest of the three mothers returned however as she returned the youngest of the mothers was meet by a scene there many of the other gods was gatherd around something. With a curious look in her eyes the young, brightgreen haired woman pushed her way through. Once she got to the other side of the gathering she took place next to her other selves, the middle one to her left, her darkgreen hair and to the middleones left the older one with her yellow hair with green and brown hints to it. As she looked at them all she noticed what was pulling their attention. The diamonds and the pearl that was decorating the raven coloured blanket was shining.
Both the diamonds and the peral was having a gentle shine, a soft, calming glimmer and the diamonds would every now and then twinkle. Perhaps it was the bright light that the head of her husband behind the blanket that made them shine, perhaps it was something else, what it was she did not know. But she did know that it was a wounderfull and messmerising. Thus the first real night was taking place. At this point Sucellos asked his youngest mother what she was holding in her hands. With that she held out her hands, letting some of her hair fall to the floating bundle of rocks and water. The hair wrapping itself around the land, creating grass. After the gods shrinked themselves to the size of a normal human they walked across the wide open plains, only disturbed by the occasional river, stream, sea, ocean and trench with water as well as the massive mountains that stood tall.
The gods decided to stay down on Sucellos creation, forgetting about Belenus fate, beeing hidden behind the blanket that above them created such a lovely stary night. After walking around in the grassy, empty world the oldest mother left it, walking to the body of her dead husbands body. Looking at the body a while the godess gripped the flesh that still rested on the body. With surprising calm she picked up a dagger and by using it to cut through his legs she could hear the bone crack. As the knife forced its way through the knees the sound resembled that of a twig beeing broken under ones shoes a autumn day. However that was not something she would be able to tell for a long time, for now the sound could only be resembled by bones beeing broken. Once done she simply placed the dagger just under the skin and above the flesh. "Fate has been crule and order unkind. You are still deep within of my heart." she mumbled as she made a cut from his loin up t the torn neck. The sound of the departing skin was as if someone seperated two pages in a book to fast after having been stuck togeather for some time.
As she returned to the rocks coverd in grass, water and holding minerals she begun tearing the skin into small pieces. As the skin had been turned into diffrent shapes and sizes she started placing them ontop of the grass, creating chores, desserts and other pockets of sand. With a small smile on her face the mother walked down this, ouer world that they were creating. Like this they walked ouer world, exploring it but in the end they found it boring, empty and abandoned. The middle mother walked up to a piece of grass speaking to it with a gentle tone. "Tell me my dear, would you not want to be the most beutiful of all?" the grass did not answer at first, but in the end it did. "I werry much would like that sweet mother." the grass replied the godess. With a smile she pricked her finger on a needle, holding out the finger to the grass. "Then accept my gift sweet friend of mine." the godess spoke. As the grass reached for the blood it turned into a flower, as red as blood, the godess naming them poppies. Like that the middle mother walked around, creating one flower after the other.
After enjoying the the flowers for some time the three mothers gatherd, talking on how to improve this creation even more, having more or less stolen it from their son at this point. After a bit of debating the three mothers, the young, the middle and the old, went to gather the bones of their dead and mutilated husband. With the bones in their hands the three mothers planted splinters of them in the dirt that they walked upon. Over time the bones grew up, having turned brown some of them turned into massive oaks, some into small blueberry bushes. Despite enjoying their world they did feel as if somethign was missing, motion ... energy, life! So after talking to the other gods they all decided to make some creations of their own. So after gathering clay they all started to work on it all. It took the gods several months to sculpt every animal there is, from the tiniest of ants to the largest of elephants.
For eons the animals walked upon the lands amongst the gods, fearing nothing but one a other. However the gods had grown tired of their work, their new home. Feeling that they wanted something more like them, something that atleast was remenessing of themselves. So the three mothers walked up to a oak-tree |
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Phalanx
Name: Phalanx Aurthorson "Beast Tamer"
Age: 35 years old
Rank: Caderyn, though none know that. Considered gifted
Magic abilities: Speaking with animals, able to see/speak/raise the Dead
Magic Limits: he only speak with tamable animals, or animals he has befriended. As for the dead he is limited to speaking only with Agimar, the soul of a great warrior of old, though he can see many others. Agimar though can speak with the departed souls, and translated for Phalanx. Raising them though is a different story, with the outcome, and number of dead varying. He can fully control this power yet, and is easily exhausted by it, and in some cases loses a hold on his own mind which results in unwanted and unthought out actions.
Backstory: Phalanx was born as the single child to the throne, his father and mother being the ruling persons over the land at the time. He was trained to be a king from the moment he could talk, though when an alliance with a neighboring hold turned sour an assassin came into the lords home slaying the king. Fearing her child's safety the queen put him under the care of her sister like servant, Sophia, demanding them away right before she too was murdered. Phalanx was too young to recall the whole account by heart thus he himself doesn't recall what he is. He believes though he is a simple peasant, and not even that by heart. Due to his unsociable personality, and tendency to favor solitude he travels the wilds of the world with only his horse Crow and the spirit of Agimar. He and Agimar met on the plains of the after life after Phalanx had nearly killed himself raising an army of undead warriors. The warrior stuck with him after that, their souls having intertwined during the short time Phalanx had died. The two fight side by side, and share in decision making which can lead to some rather crude looks from village people when they see a man wandering about speaking to himself. |
