Like a thunderbolt, Vanahar hit the floor. The impact sent a shock wave echoing through his spine, but other than that no harm was caused. He stood, standing between both Chosen, looking from one to another. Grimacing, he understood the conflict between them, the past battles, victories, losses, blood shed and the death screams of the slaughtered. But it was not his place to Judge the Chosen.

He bowed his head to both, attempting to keep them civil toward him. Sehamine may have summoned him but he was still interested in the Chosen of the Brother. As a Demi-god, Vanahar had a much less imposing aura about him. That and his inability to shape shift, or hold vast godly powers made him seem a meek force in the face of such blunt destructiveness. He was righteous, indeed, and at times a little over-zealous, but he fulfilled his duties to the word.

And meeting the Chosen was his duty.

Clearing his throat, Vanahar spoke, "If I may, I'd ask to hold on the conflict, for a while at least. I sense a great amount of, strife, shall we say, betwixt the two of you. Perhaps I am a little archaic, but, for a newcomer to this field of battle, might you explain the reasoning behind causing the mortal world to suffer in this conflict?"

Vanahar reasoned he could at least attempt to stop the Gods tearing parts out of each other, and the cosmos, on the human plane. If not, he would choose a side. Sehamine had called t him first, indeed commanded him to meet with her first, but simply a command to stop by was by no means a pledge of loyalty. Again, Vanahar wondered whether the humans had a greater part in this than it seemed, although unlikely in the face of such raw, unworldly power. Surely the mortals had no hope.

Xion’s manifestation of a God in solid armour smacked, meteoric, into the ground, the flailing body of a mortal stuck grotesquely by it’s skull on the corner of his hammer like an ugly, broken puppet. Ashe somehow, had strode into the forest, accompanied by two fiery beasts who walked sluggishly, their great feet destroying the earth they stepped upon.

"Are you ready to play, Sehamine?"

Xion kicked the body off. It fell away with a disgusting noise.

"Forgive me, Sehamine...I nearly left my Axe ornament attached for our play period." Xion threw his head back and laughed, the sounds of his armour resounding throughout the forest. Sehamine sneered, eyes dark from disdain. Xion returned his piercing, violet gaze, and let it burn into Sehamine. "Say...where is your lackey, Vanahar?"

His timing flawless, Vanahar landed sharply between the two of them, as though plucked from the sky at Xion’s very words. He straightened, folding in his great wings, his sight glancing between the Gods. Sehamine did not smile at him. She sensed that he held no loyalty towards her, as she had hoped.

"If I may, I'd ask to hold on the conflict, for a while at least. I sense a great amount of, strife, shall we say, betwixt the two of you. Perhaps I am a little archaic, but, for a newcomer to this field of battle, might you explain the reasoning behind causing the mortal world to suffer in this conflict?"

Before Sehamine could answer him, Ashe had spoken.

Ashe laughed at the paladins pathetic attempt at peace. "There is no reason to explain it to you, Demi God! You aren't part of this!"

Sehamine spoke louder than Ashe, directing her words at Vanahar, ignoring the Fire God. “All will be explained, Vanahar,” said Sehamine, smiling poisonously at Xion. “However, in the meantime, I do not wish to risk our safety in the presence of this … barbarian.”

She spat these words, and in a number of seconds and before Xion could react, a hideous and monstrous vine erupted from the ground so rapidly it tore up the earth from which it burst, its stem vastly thick and wide and it spiralled into the atmosphere, a great ghastly snake whose solid sides splintered into the trees, the thunderous collisions reducing them into nothing as the black sky ripped open and lightening blazed through the canopy; the gargantuan vine seized Xion and coiled itself around his frame, locking the God in metres of dense, twisting vine, pulsing with life and growing all the more thick as it rushed, horrifically, out of the earth.

With a mere thought, Ashe's creations sprang towards both Vanahar and Sehamine as the vine erupted around Xion. "So it begins," he muttered. In his hand, a single flame grew and contorted into a long, devilish sword.

The monster that Ashe had commanded to attack her loomed ahead, so that she could feel its heat against her skin; but Sehamine merely frowned and smacked it out of her way with a blast of ferocious windstorm, causing it to hurtle into the trees nearby. She scowled at Ashe's interference, and allowed the toxic seed she had planted earlier in the depths of his mind to blossom. "Nothing begins, Ashe; I am merely...restraining him," she explained graciously, her voice brimming with malice, the reflection of his burning sword glittering in her eyes, before she turned her head back to Xion.

Sehamine locked her gaze onto the Brother’s chosen, and her bejewelled hands shook before her as she corrupted the nature around them, moulding the wind to hurricane around them, catching the lightning that split the skies in her minds eye so that it hung and crackled in the air, casting upon the entire lands a ghostly white light which flickered, plunging them into the shadows before cracking and illuminating them all once more.

In the flashes of light, Sehamine’s awful gaze burned gold against her fragile skin, eyes locked on Xion. Now, she felt her Godly powers surge through her, heavily aware of her power as thunder bellowed its rage; it matched only her own.

“THIS GOD” she screamed to be heard above the howls of the wind and the fractures of the sky, the frozen lightning casting threatening shadows beneath her eyes between the hurls into blackness, “SPEAKS ONLY…THE LANGUAGE OF WAR… OF HATRED, AND EVIL…HE SEES ONLY DESTRUCTION…AND DEATH...HE IS BLINDED… BY HIS BLOODLUST… ” Hail, the size of fists, plummeted from the heavens, but it glanced off her skin. She spoke to them all, but now her eyes tore away from Xion’s and hit Vanahar’s. “HE BEGAN THIS!” she cried, trembling with anger. “AND FOR MILLENIA, HE HAS ENSURED THAT IT CANNOT END!”



OOC; Note; Any characters within the immediate vicinity will have to shout to be heard until the storm ends. (If you have the power to end it then you may.) (Oh, and watch out for hail and flashy lightning.)

Morgath smiled lazily, "Why would I leave the city, I like it here. But I do want my tower built." he pondered of this for s while. "The only reason I do this, is because it suits me, do not think for a second that I will bow to your command Ladric." his voice grated yet with chilling clarity. he smiled and flicked his hand above his head, and as one the skeletons formed up and started to run towards the gate. "See you soon, Ladric... the dead need no rest, they live to serve, me." his horse then galloped after the skeletons, they moved at frightening speed. But the skeletal horse still could out pace them with ease. It was obvious that Morgath could have summoned a portal and gone unnoticed, but running through the main gate, in direct clash with Ladric's orders was evidently his choice.

Morgath sat on the hill and watched the army of dead skeletons work tirelessly, he smiled and continued to direct them mentally. It was soon more of a small keep than a tower, made of blocks of enchanted stone that was pitch black, each slab needed 20 of the dead to move and was covered in shadowy runes, dancing across the surface. Evidently defensive and offensive spells mixed in, this tower was to be a monument to Morgath himself, not huge but fear inspiring. He waited impatiently, the tower was laid, but the skeletons couldn't do thinks like the spiral stairs and the stone roof or the surrounding walkway so Morgath had a clear view of what was going on. The tower was about 50 metres tall and square, completly solid the stones having merged together except to the faintest lines on them. Now he waited, the Masons would arrive in an hour, so his skeletons continued with defences, soon there was a palisade around the tower with platforms for guards.

Now all he needed were proper soldiers, any living human could be killed and made one, his eyes flashed as he considered making the masons into his new defenders but decided against it. Ladric would go crazy if he did, so he decided to wait. A source of the new troops would come along sooner or later. The last skeleton was out of sight, in a valley about a kilometre away when the Mason's arrived, visibly unerved by not only the fact that it had only taken him mere hours to build a tower from scratch but also the raw and refined power seething in the stones themselves. Morgath issued his instructions and they got to work, they were much more careful workers than the skeletons but they took longer, it would be at least another day before it was complete. Morgath sat there and watched, summoning supplies when ever the Masons needed something and even some tents for them to take a rest. Morgath wondered if he would be allowed one of them, just one to be his siege smith, that way he would have skeletons that would be able to do this. he decided to ask Ladric next time he saw him, assuming he wasn't furious about Morgath blatantly defying him and taing the dead through the front gates. "Nearly complete" he muttered to himself, once the masons were done, he would move in, as this also had living space for him and he could have the luxuries that he always had. The level (Below the battlements) was one big room which would be his base of magic and it had the the staircase to the roof/battlements, where some of his men would be defending against attack, and where he could see everything all around and watch the battle. The other levels room would have his living things and the lower level would have extra defences to stop anyone getting into his tower. Now he just needed more warrior dead and guards etc. As skeletons wouldn't really do the job properly.

Looks something like this, except black stone with runes and just the tower:

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