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It's another Asbestos roleplay! Fantasy, of course!

Long ago, before time had begun, before even the gods were truly in power, there were the Hek'tari - An immortal group of demigods who would one day ascend to become complete gods, yet there could only be a total of 15 gods and the group of Hek'tari, the demigods, numbered at 30. Each of these minor deities had a domain over which they presided, Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Life, Death, War, Love and so on and so forth.

Now, to become a god, one needed to have the control of two domains, this led to arguments, arguments led to battle, battle led to bloodshed and bloodshed led to lost powers.

Those who lost their powers, still retaining their immortality and a mere fraction of their power, were tossed into enchanted tombs to sleep for eternity but after 15 centuries they are disturbed by mortals.

And now, in the world of Yel'har'o, a world were elves, dragons and many more creatures exist, the demigods who were sealed away are awakening, you are one of them, awaken, immortal and retake the throne that was stolen from you!
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OOC: Well! I hope you enjoyed the opening pitch!

Let's lay done some rules, eh?

1. No power-gaming or god mode.
2. No meta-gamin'.
3. Keep any romance you choose to do PG-13. It's encouraged, though!
4. Violence to an R rating.
5. Have multitudes of fun, ye' damnable gits!
6. If you've got another character's permission to do something, for example, auto hit or such, make sure you note it at the bottom of the post.
7. Post your character sheets in the OOC and wait for them to be approved by myself.
8. Try not to be difficult, if I ask you to change something it's because you've done something I'm not going to allow, thank you.

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Righto! Time for some bios!

Name:
Age: (If you're choosing to play a mortal)
Domain: (What domain you have power over, if you choose to be a demigod, that is.)
Race: (Any race, it's up to you! Demigods can be any race, just like mortals.)
Race description: (If it's not, y'know, a cannon race like... elf or human.)
History: (Not too important, you've been asleep for 15 centuries)
Powers: (Remember, you were once a demigod, a fraction of your power is still as powerful as a somewhat advanced mage or such)
Appearance: (Pictures're allowed!)
Demigod or not:
Anything else I forgot:
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My character:

Name: Ingrid Asril
Age: N/A. (Over 1500!)
Domain: Destruction
Race: Human.
Race description: Not needed here. Right?
History: (None, due to the fact that she's been asleep for 1500 years.)
Powers: She can create a heavily acidic fog from the air around her, near nothing can withstand this fog, she creates is solely to destroy everything around her. Other than that she has not much more due her powers having been drained before she was sealed.
Appearance:

Demigod or not: Demigod
Anything else I forgot: N/A

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The OOC can be found here.

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Pick... Pick... SNAP

Astarael is disturbed by the sound, not quite wanting to wake from her... Sleep... A great level of realisation strikes her. Unnatural sleep... Awaken...

She lies in the frost, sodden with water. She is cold, extremely cold. But concious, atleast, Free'd from her unnatural coma.

Pick... Pick... SNAP

The sound returns, and she is driven further into concious thought. I am awoken... by mortals... From a sleep... although... unnatural... this is an INSULT.

Her eyes snap open, and she lets out a shrill scream, the pain of being snap frozen strikes her as she wakes fully. She concentrates on the ice at her hands, attempting to melt it. It begins dripping from her, although the strain on her is great. This... painful... Inactivity... need to make the gestures...

She begins rolling her fingers around, working their movements into the ice, molding it off her body. Yes... yes it's working...

Moments later, after a load of water-working, she is finally freed from the ice. She opens her eyes finally, noting the darkness of the tomb. If only I had light... I suppose... the water must suffice.

She presses the water into a small shield behind her, using it to detect her surroundings. She finds the door and steps outside, a small tunnel of light visible, she lowers her water, sighing from the strain of overuse.

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The shuffling noises of shovels penetrated deep, deep into her mind, Ingrid was... annoyed.

What a strange sensation after so very long, yes, so very long, what had she been doing for so very long? Destroying things, as usual, she'd ascended, she'd become the Mistress of Death and Destruction.

There were those sounds again, yet she saw nobody, the land was desolate, blackened, demolished, ruined, it would never bear life again, it was hopeless. More noise, closer, louder, she looked about frantically, dead trees, broken buildings, collapsing structures. Even more noise, she was infuriated, how dare such creatures, whatever they were, get so close to her without her knowing of their presence? She was the Mistress of Death and Destruction!

Crumble... Thud... Thud...

Had she just heard dirt crumbling, followed by two thuds, similar, no, not similar, the exact same as stone blocks hitting soft dirt? She rolled over. Strange, rolled over? She was standing in a blackened field, surrounded by nothing but her precious death and destruction, she grinned to herself at her work.

Her face moved with sudden light upon it, she had been in the dark for so long, it hurt her still-closed eyes. Closed eyes? Light burning into them? She shook her head, she'd been traveling through daylight for hours, just what the hells was happening?

Voices, she heard voices now, human voices, those who were shaped so like her, those that caused death and destruction at the slightest provocation, mortals.

"Oi, 's someone down 'ere!"

"What are you talking about, this must be thousands o' years old, Fergus, yer dreamin'!"

"No, 's somebody 'ere, she's sleepin', looks fit as a bull, eh?"

Sleeping? She wasn't sleeping! What pathetic lies! She thought to herself, denying the truth that was swiftly dawning on her dormant mind.

"'Ey, Fergus, you bloody goa', stop lyin' to-"

"Tol' you,"

"Well, woul' you look at tha', damsel for th' takin',"

"Wha'? We should ge' 'er out o' 'ere, probably go' some 'sease,"

"Nah, yer said yerself, fit as a bull, probably some idio' locked 'er 'ere an' forgot 'er,"

She would not tolerate this, her body was hers alone, she was all powerful, she would tear these mortals limb from limb! Her eyes opened slightly, despite her wishes for them to snap open, she was rested, yes, and uncomfortable too, a lot of sensations struck her, the smell of fresh air first, then the feel of the sun on her far, marvelous.

"She's 'wake, Seth,"

"Ge' to 'ear 'er scream, then, eh?"

"You'll do no such thing or that thing you so love will decide against staying connected to your groin,"

The man looked startled, almost afraid, such a threat from someone who had only just woken up, someone he had been about to take for himself, she grinned, such things were childish play to her, she scanned the room. Small. The walls had certain symbols engraved into them, she recognised them easily, yes, those were what had bound her, how dare they do such a thing to her? Her scythe, her only companion, still clutched in her hand, she smiled at that, at least they'd left her that memory - the fools.

"Leave me, now, or you die," she snarled, poison on her words, she meant it, as tired as she was she would kill them, they left her quickly, she could hear shouts outside of their hole, they would come back for her soon, yes, with others, but she would let them, for now, she needed rest. She turned onto her back, her eyes staying open as she waited, biding her time, she felt so weak, strange that it should be so, she felt inside herself, no! She'd only meager power left, enough to kill, yes, but not what she had originally possessed, she took a deep breath, the others, they were the ones who had taken it and they would pay for their mistake.

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Ingrid lay there as the minutes passed, every moment seemed like an hour and every hour felt like a day, she eventually managed to scrabble to her feet with the help of her scythe - it was just as tall as her when she stood up straight, in fact, it was a full head taller than her, she sneezed, a lot of dust had decided to cover her, well, now she would make the decisions and all would obey her. Her mouth gaped wide in a long yawn, she was so tired, as powerful as immortality may make one, it didn't make one entirely immune to fatigue, or hunger.

She looked about slowly, how she'd lost her powers she had no idea, after all, the Mistress of Destruction should have been victorious over all the other Hek'tari, those pathetic fools had never had a chance against yet she had ended up here, asleep, locked away for... a very, very long time, she was unsure as to exactly how long it had been.

"Miss?"

The man's voice was apologetic, almost enough so the she believed him to be sorry.

"Sorry 'bout Seth an' all, 'e's a convicted man, only 'ere 'cause th' law says so, I'm Fergus,"

"Very well, Fergus, tell me, do you like to break things?"

"No ma'am, 's why I'm 'ere, 'cause o' th' diggin', nothin' else,"

"That's too bad, then, a man like you would have made a worthy... friend," she winced as she said the last word, servant would have been more like it, perhaps even bodyguard, he was well-muscled. She shook her head slowly.

"Help me get out of here," she said, it wasn't a request at all, no, it was an order.

"Yes miss, ladder's ove' there,"

She nodded and followed him out of the hole, when she rose over the top of the ladder she growled to herself, everything was so... pretty. It disgusted her, she looked back to Fergus, grinning, "Thank you, Fergus, your help was... appreciated," she said, once again forcing out the last word, "However," She grinned, turning to face him, "It was the last thing you'll ever do," she gave a small chuckle at the confused look on his face before using the butt of her scythe to jab his belly sharply, sending him stumbling backwards, only to grab onto that which had jabbed him as he teetered on the edge of the hole, "Be a good man and let go, will you? You're only going to make me angry enough to hunt down your wife and any other family you have," she snarled into his ear viciously, his grip loosened slightly, fear crossed his gaze, she smiled, yes, she could keep him up, she wouldn't let her weapon fall, not after it had been through so much with her.

She watched him plummet but moments later, she'd taken advantage of his stunned status and kicked his legs out from under him, a fitting end for an honourable man, the other, however, would have to die more painfully and then she would ponder how she had lost her power to the other Hek'tari, she smiled to herself, deciding that those two tasks would have to wait, for now she was going to sit down and wake up completely. And she did just that, she found a spot a few steps away from the hole to what had been her prison and sat there, soon, she told herself, she would have all that was hers returned to her and more.

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Pick... Pick... Snap

The sounds return again... The sound of various picks hitting ice, then that ice snapping. The floor was cold... the floor? What was she doing on the floor? Funny... I don't remember sitting down... She attempts to look for the tunnel of light, only to notice it is now above her, as opposed to the angle it was on before, for the light, was not a tunnel, but the suns light refracting off her prison of ice.

She stands once more, and looks at the tunnel of light. The... sun... thats it... and this is... She moves over to touch the walls, feeling a small burst of strength. Ice... how weak am I that I don't recognize when I am around that of which my body is made of! She slams her fist into the ice, A large snap follows up the wall.

Shouting is heard from above... "What was that?" It appears distant, distorted by the layers of ice."I've no bloomin' idea!"

Pick... Pick... Snap... Pick... Pick... SNAP The final snap echoes through her makeshift cavern. The fracture, this time, is visible. It reaches all the way to the ground, and then snaps along the floor.

That means... the floor is ice also... She looks up at where the voices came from... "Dig faster Barry, That was a massive fracture!" A few seconds... then the reply... "Are you sure that's wise? I mean... what if we fall in?" No answer, only more digging.

Pick... Pick... Pick... Pick... Rustle... A few small flakes of ice fall onto her head, melting instantly. It would appear my escape is near...

Hours pass

This is taking too long... It's time I took matters into my own hands...

She sits on the ice, and holds her hands to the floor. She begins to picture it all melting slowly... but only now does she understand the scale of which she is attempting to manipulate... Connected to this ice, she finally feels, is the strength of an entire frozen ocean... I... don't have the strength... It would appear... I must wait...

Pick... Pick... Snap

She waits for afew more minutes, when she gets another idea. She looks up to where the digging appears to be coming from, and reaches up to it. She begins doing the required hand gestures, and eventually it begins cracking of its own accord. That's more like it... A small manic giggle escapes, and she continues working. She looks up, seeing the whole roof is now full of cracks. She begins pulling her hand back, like one would a mime pulling an invisible rope. The ice begins falling, all around her, occasionally onto her.

"What's going on!" Then the returning voice, panicked, "I GOT NO FRAKKIN' IDEA!".

She finally stops tugging, seconds pass... the roof still intact, then, as one of the miners takes a step... WHOOSH The whole roof falls down, showering her in snow and water. She screams, shocked by the cold ice. She quickly struggles out, and comes to stand upon what appears to be the side of a mountain...

She looks out, over the top, to find that the whole lake, frozen over and covered in snow, is a waterfall, cascading off the edge of the mountain. But the water that would flow is frozen, almost unnaturally, gravity not having taken its toll on the ice hanging over the edge. She looks out over the region the water falls into, to see a large frozen ocean. That's what I could feel inside...

A sound interrupts her, and she turns to see the two miners digging out of the snow. She sighs, wanting to claim this beautiful location as her own. She moves her hands, and snaps her fingers, in response, the snow rushes in, covering the miners. But still it compresses, until the snapping of bones is heard, and blood colors the snow.

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An eternal hangover. Hathlagors Stoneclaw's jailors were fans of cruel irony, it seemed. They had left him lying in a tomb, trapped with a curse. The hangover would never leave him until he was able to stand up. Unfortunately, the hangover left him so disoriented and weak that for fifteen centuries he could do nothing but sleep, occasionally waking to find the powerful curse stronger than ever.

Hathlagors sleep was suddenly disturbed with a bewildered cry. "What the 'ell! There's a flamin' BED in 'ere! A big, bloody bed in the middle of a flamin' tomb! Guys, get a look at this!" There was one luxury his jailors had allowed him. Despite the pain and torture, he was able to rest comfortably, lying in a Queen-Sized bed. He imagined it must look rather odd; a bed in the middle of a tomb.

Unable to think clearly, Hathlagors had no idea that his rescue was coming. All of a sudden there were more shouts and the sounds of footsteps crowded around him. "It's a Dwarf!" "He looks drunk." "Drunk? 'E looks dead!" "Oy, shut up! 'E's wakin' up!" "What? How can he... wow..."

Hathlagors grumbled, his eyes horribly out of focus as he managed to make out four strange blobs. People. He could feel his hangover building. "Move me..." He mumbled, pleading with the four men surrounding him.

"What?"
"Move me... Get me up.."
"You want us to what?! Get up yourself!"
"Hang-hangover... Get me out o' this bloody bed..."

The men sighed, nodded to each other and lifted Hathlagors onto his feet. In an instant, his mind cleared and he knew he was free. "Damn!" He shouted, growling with annoyance. "That was livin' hell! Thanks, lads! Keep away from that bed, there's a curse upon it! Eternal hangover!" The four men cringed at the mention of Hathlagors' suffering. One of them simply shook his head, asking "How'd you survive something like that?"
Hathlagors exhaled slowly, "I'd'a killed myself in the first few hours if Ah had'a been able to think about more'n me own name," he explained.

He examined each of the men in turn. Mortals? How amazing. He never thought he'd see a mortal after he was sentenced to sleep in the tomb for eternity. And now he owed them for his rescue? Simply amazing. "So what're ye lads doin' down 'ere anyway?" He asked. They explained to him about the mining operation.

"What? Yer minin' down 'ere!? Oh bugger it! Ye've got tae stop!" He warned.
"What?"
"Yeah, what? Why should we stop?"
"Grr... I'm not alone down 'ere. There are others, who are in no way as friendly. A lot of 'em 'ave powerful magic, and they'll more'n likely use it on ye just because they feel like it!"
The miners looked at Hathlagors in disbelief. "What, and we can trust you?" One of them asked.
Hathlagors nodded, "If Ah wanted to Ah could've killed ye in three seconds usin' yer own pickaxes. But Ah don't fight fer no reason, an' yer all responsible fer savin' me life! Ah'm just returnin' the favour, warnin' ye about the others!"

The miner who seemed to be in charge whispered in the ear of another, who quickly ran off, presumably to warn the other miners. "Alright," the leader decided, "We'll trust you if you tell us who you are and where you came from."

Hathlagors nodded, "A fair exchange. Ah'm Hathlagors Stoneclaw, and ye probably wouldn't believe it but Ah'm a Demigod, Master of Melee Combat an' alcohol brewin.'"

He continued to explain his story to the miners, who stared at him in astonishment. In the end they believed him, after all, what other explanation was there? When he had finished they all backed away from him. "Er..." The leader struggled to speak. "We... we... We're so sorry, Lord! Please, don't hurt us!"

Hathlagors laughed out loud. "Hurt ye? Without ye, Ah'd still be feelin' like Ah've 'ad too much beer without 'avin' any beer at all! Ye saved me from the worst fate imaginable! If anythin' Ah should be the one bowin' down tae you!"

The miners looked like they did not know how to respond. Hathlagors sighed, "Look, just relax! Pretend Ah'm just an average Dwarf, a'right? I'm Hathlagors, just plain, ole Hathlagors. Ah've already lost Godship, no point in pretendin' tae better than ye! It's the mind, not the might that defines a man, no?"

After a brief period of silence, the Mining Leader decided to take a step towards friendship. "Okay. How about we celebrate your rescue with a cold drink, then? Care for a beer, ... Hathlagors?" Now the miners were finally starting to speak his language.

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She smiles, having sat on the ice for hours, meditating, bonding with the water once more... It's been... such a long time... oh such a long time... She looks out over the ice and smiles. It would appear my first task having returned from my sleep is to free up this river... but how... She looks back to the region where the miners died, crushed by snow. She moves over and digs, ignoring the mush, looking for the picks. She smiles and finds one pick, although it is snapped in half, head separated from body.

She lays it on the snow, and begins to work, coating it in ice, making it a stronger tool.

She picks it up and sets to work, hacking at all the ice, wondering if this is at all sane, let alone possible.

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After 15 centuried trapped in the stone chamber, with only the sound of his own voice reaching his ears what Darnath heard now seemed to have te volume of thunder, more then loud enough to wake him from his sleep. It was the sound of stone scraping against stone and it was coming from the front of his chamber. He made his way to the stone slab that sealed off the small room he was trapped in and pressed one of his claws against the corner where it met with the wall and held it there, he was rewarded with a slight pull a moment later and grinned, someone outside was going to free him. But who? who knew he was trapped down here other then the ones that had tricked him in the first place?

"we've moved it a bit guys, just a little further and we can probably get a flashlight in to see what exactly we've found."

Voices, mortal voices, so it wasn't one of the others trying to free him but a handfull of mortal men. They had probably happened upon his resting place and figured it to be the tomb of some king full of gold and riches, not a prison for for a demon.

"I should probably warn them so they don't attack me..."
"Hold on guys, I could have sworn I heard a voice in there"
"You did, once you open this chamber enough I'll help you move that slab but as long as it's creating a seal I'm not going to be of much help."
"Ok well see what we can do"

A short while later the mortals had pulled the slab a few inches but it was enough for a sliver of light to penetrate what was ment to be Darnath's tomb and with it no longer in place the runes sheilding it from his attempts at escape faded into nothingness. He slide his claws into the new crevice and was met with a startled shriek from the other side.

"What are those?!"
"My claws, don't be worried after freeing me I won't harm you as long as you don't do anything stupid like attack me"

After some murmers on the other side the mortals seemed to beleive him and resumed trying to move the slab. This time however the process was aided by Darnath pulling as well and just a short while later a gap was created large enough for him to force his way out of and collapse on the ground, free.