Gods and Goddesses
It had been thousands upon thousands of years of arguing between the gods, some would quarrel over who had the most power, others quarreled over who had the best followers, but no matter the case, it was constant.To the supreme, this was a bit aggravating, but more disturbing to her was the fact that their subjects would fight for them as well, causing much blood to be shed. After centuries of this happening, she took action, and with a blink of an eye, turned the gods mortal and banished them to earth. There they would see the suffering they had caused mortals, and some might die like their subjects have in their attempts to regain power.
(Just post your character( if a god waking up) (if a mortal just be like wondering in the woods or something)
Lightning came crashing down from the Heavens, leaving a vast crater in the wilderness. Miles of trees were destroyed, and a crater was left in the Earth that struck deep enough that it could take several minutes just to climb out of. It was a good thing the impact of Gandar falling into the woods was strong enough to wipe out any fires that would spring from one tree to another, or else the conflageration could have devastated the entire forest. With four miles of landscape redecorated in an instant, Gandar quickly conjured clothes for himself. ::Fire had destroyed his regal clothing:: The ancient god, some say the first of the Supreme's children was confused by her decision to exile him from his place in the Heavens.
Along a dirt path, Stinger walked at a steady pace. Along with a young man, and they both were hauling decently large backpacks, one that seemed a tad heavy for the younger male. Stinger knew he needed to be able to carry three of them with one hand if he wanted to be strong enough to survive in the world. "Keep them legs movin'. Don't think about stoppin', it'll only make it harder if yer' mind isn't focusin' on moving yer' legs." He spoke bluntly, and seemed fine with his own backpack. He looked back at the boy, narrowing his eyes. "Ya don't take this serious enough, boy. Yer' gonna meet yer' end soon enough wit' that attitude..."
"Sorry, sir." The boy replied quietly, before Stinger groaned. "Always wit' the apologizin', Fink. Ya yellow bellied? That's my only question to ya's."
Certainly, it was a depressing time. The trees around them for the most part were green, although here and there, there was a dead one. No sign of life, but still standing. The boy, Fink, grew worried about this, as they carried on.
Somebody else was more curious about these trees. Matthew Langerous, a scholar that studied the emotions of humans, and other speakers of the human tongue. He observed the dead trees with curiosity, more off the path than anyone other than probably the elves would usually go. "Fascinating... What caused this tree to wither? Could it be a sign of something worse to come for us all?" He stared at the tree, not paying attention to his surroundings. He was never good at that. Once distracted, he was set on trying to figure out said distraction, and blocked out anything that didn't catch his interest. He coughed, pushing up his glasses and keeping his eyes on the tips of the branches. They were black, as if burnt, but there was no sign of fire... Some power, perhaps above Matthew, was at hand. Something too powerful for it's own good.
Rose peeked around a tree, curious as to what she would find there. Seeing nothing, her frown grew. A few weeks ago, a prophet from the tiny village she came from said that the Gods would descend to earth as mortals, and she had decided to help them. She had followed the directions she received carefully, and the Gods should have been turned by now. but she had been wandering the forest for hours now, and had only seen a few woodland creatures. Was the prophet wrong? Or was she in the wrong, having took a wrong turn somewhere? She sighed, leaning against a tree beside a path, letting herself slide to the ground in frustration.*
"I'll wait until sundown." She declared inside her head, determination reestablished. "And then I'll start the return home in the morning. But I'm tired now, I'll sit a while longer before walking again." She nodded, as if agreeing with herself before stretching her legs out, her bag in her lap. She glanced around, noticing more of the dead trees that she had seen throughout the forest. She didn't have many forests where she came from, and even if she did, she rarely went far from the temple, built on a hill overlooking the village. She wondered if this many dead trees was normal.*
Theo yawned, sitting up. He blinked, finding himself on grass instead of his own bed.*
"Odd." He stated, simply. Standing up, he patted himself. "Armor, sword, various knives and a bag of food and wine." He frowned, confused. He shrugged, though, not particularly worried as he wandered through the trees, trying to find where he was. A grin spread across his face, his mind wandering.
"I wonder if there was a celebration." He laughed heartily. "It must have been quite a celebration! I don't remember anything!" He paused, grin disappearing as he heard someone else's footsteps. He drew his sword, carefully walking around the trees until he saw the other being, a young man inspecting a dead tree. He wore glasses, and seemed very distracted. Theo calmed a bit, but didn't put his sword away. It was a few minutes before he grew impatient, clearing his throat.
"Mortal, I ask if you can assist me. I am Theo, God of battle. Where am I?" He said, raising his voice the slightest bit.
"Are we there yet?"
"... Are we there now?"
"Stop bein' a bleedin' child! Ya know we ain't there yet!" Stinger grumbled, Fink irritating him. "Keep it up, lad... And I'll make you carry my backpack. Ya wouldn't want to carry it, would ya?" He asked, and the young man was obviously not happy with that, and shook his head quickly. "N-No, sir! Please, carry on!" He was worried, but as they kept going, Stinger soon stopped, putting a hand in front of his younger comrade. "Hold it, mate. There's someone over there." The two observed, and Stinger grinned. "Quite the bird, she is. Gal's a beauty... C'mon, lad. business time."
Stinger approached, a smile on his face. The boy behind him was so happy they stopped, he dropped his bag and sat down, breathing heavily. "Thank you, goddess...
The boy managed to say, as Stinger prepared to attempt business. "'Ello there, miss... A strange place to stay, eh? Happenin' to be waitin' for a merchant? If so, it's yer' lucky day." He took off his backpack and put it down in front of him. "Names Stinger, lass. Quality goods, at good prices. Not low, low prices... But good ones."
Matthew's head quickly turned, observing the man who spoke to him, weapon drawn. He turned, raising up his hands. "Woah, woah! Weapons down, huh? I'm not anybody you should consider an enemy!" As the man before him spoke his name, Matthew narrowed his eyes, his arms falling to his sides. "Theo... The God of Battle... What...?" Matthew blinked, his fingers tapping together in thought. "Are you telling me you are a God?" He stared, observing Theo in a curious manner. If what he said was true... No, that's not possible. "What proof do you have, that you are a God?" The young man asked, thinking.
I-If he is really a God... How amazing this would be for my studies....
Something was...different. The air shimmered about where he lay and the ground around him felt somehow charged. There were currently 3,453,286 intoxicated people in the world, ranging from tipsy to unconscious; the more he searched though with a sickening feeling Vani realised he was not among them. As he sat up the god of wine found he had lost more than just his level of sobriety; the elevated sense, felt only by those who had watched ageless eons pass by around them, that death could not lay a hand upon them, had left him. He was mortal!
"Sir, are you alright?" Vani looked up to see a group of stunned farmers watching him nervously from across the clearing. I will be once I get a drink he thought blearily. Vani concentrated his gaze at a spot in the grass and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead, slowly a budding stem grew out of it and in a few moments a glistening bunch of red grapes had sprouted in perfect ripeness. Vani let out the breath he was holding and plucked the bunch, that was a lot more difficult with a sober mind, not to mention a mortal body. He held the grapes aloft to the farmers.
"You want these." It was not a question; his voice sounded sweeter then and as one their eyes fell entranced upon the fruit. "Take me to your village...and find me something to drink." They nodded and turned obediently down the path, Vani cleared his throat though and they halted. The god of wine gestured impatiently down at himself and the farmers moved over to him and hoisted the deity above their heads before carrying him down the path. If he was stuck like this then he planned on making the most of it.
Rose stood up as someone approached her, panicking.
"Un, no thanks... Uh, Sir. I've got everything and uh, I- I'm just waiting..." She said, stuttering. She wasn't good at conversations, as the people who visited the temple did so just to pray, and it was her mother who went into the village for supplies. She took a breath, calming down before continuing.
"Sorry, sir. I'm in no need of anything. I'm just waiting for the Go- for someone to arrive." She stopped herself. What would a merchant make of her declaration that the Gods would be mortal? She shuffled her feet, pressing her lips together as she searched her mind for anything else to say.
"Proof? You want proof?" Theo paused, thinking. He didn't have any of his Godly powers, he could feel it. Casually twisting the sword in his hand, before he remembered. He held his sword out, grinning. "Ah! My sword! Crafted from metal only available in the heavens, with the seal of me on the hilt!" He took a few steps closer to the man before sticking the end of the sword in the ground, gesturing to it friendly. He tried his best to not look threatening, but he wasn't sure how well it worked.
"Go ahead, inspect it! Get you're proof, mortal!" He laughed, confident in himself.
"I see... A shame, that." Stinger looked back at his companion, who was ready to pass out. He walked over to him and crouched down, leaving the bag for a moment. If she dared dig in it, Stinger would make her into a new bag. He didn't treat thieves kindly. "Lad, use yer' truth o' the beholder stare or wot'ever. Somethin's weird here."
Fink sighed, looking over at the girl. It might have been a little creepy, as his eyes were a little watery and he was starring directly into her eyes, even from their distance apart. He looked away, shaking his head. "There's nothing wrong with her, sir. Whatever she is doing, it's for the good of this world... The goddess says so." Fink said, loud enough for the girl to hear, even if it wasn't intentional. Stinger nodded, standing back to his full height before walking over to his bag and picking it up, walking over to the opposite side of the path from the girl and sitting down, taking a deep breath, and speaking as he released it. "Take five, lad. You earned it." He muttered, honestly a little proud he pushed on until they could stop, so he'd let him rest for awhile. Fink sat there, his arms hurting, and his breathing heavy. The boy was obviously not made for this kind of work...
Although a little scared until Theo put the sword into the ground, Matthew did go up and observe it. He reached into a small bag he had slung over one arm and pulled out a book that looked like it took up the whole bag. "Curious, I am certainly.." He opened the book, flipping through pages. He stopped on page 783, looking at the page, then at Theo. He flipped to page 784, and a picture of the God of Battle as a stone statue lied on that page. Obvious worship, but... "Dear..." He looked up at Theo, the faces... The same confident posture existed in the statue. He closed the book, putting it away before looking at the sword. The metal... Gleamed... It was mystical... "Amazing.... You... You are a god! But why are you here, Faron Woods surely isn't a place for a God to be wandering, or is there something here of interest...?" He asked, standing and looking my friendly, trying to keep calm. A God! It was fascinating, but he couldn't go crazy with questions, or he might get stabbed...
Merko had been told some time ago about the supremes plans to turn the gods mortal, and he was told his part, of which he was happy to accept, so long as he was important in the supremes eyes, he would be invincible. As he flew down from the heavens to the earth, he glided across the sky, trying to find a source of magical energy, which would most likely be residual energy from the gods. As he flew about the skies he picked up a very faint amount of magic and homed in to it, as he got closer, he realized he had appeared to one of the gods he liked the least. Theo, god of battle. Lading on a tree branch about a foot over Theo's head, he finally noticed the human he was conversing with. "Hello Theo."
Rose stayed still and silent as the man dropped his bag. She peered at it curiously, but didn't make a move as the two talked. she wondered if she should walk away or not, and if the men would follow her or not. Rose's mother had told her stories of men who stole girls away to sell or do as they pleased. she swallowed, now fearful. She didn't like how the younger one had looked at her, either. Still, she forced a polite smile as she stood, feet together and hands folded together, if shaking a bit. She frowned as the boy spoke, clearly about her. It was the truth, she supposed, but how did he decide that. She hadn't said too much, she thought. She jumped when the bigger man retrieved his bag, walking to the other side of the path. Rose pondered her options for another minute before carefully stepping towards the boy. She crouched down a few paces beside him, hiding behind her hair.*
"Ex- excuse me. I don't mean to pry, but um... You mentioned the Goddess?" She asked, still stuttering. Maybe he could help her better than the prophet at home. They weren't too reliable. She started again.
"I -um. How did- sorry. I heard from someone that the, uh, Gods were to be turned to mortals." She lowered her voice, panicking internally. She didn't even know it the pair believed in the Gods, or just the supreme Goddess, as the boy had mentioned.*
"I was- I was hoping you could help me. I'd like to find them." She clapped her hands together, squeezing her eyes shut. "I mean if it's okay and its not a bother and if you can!" She finished, all in one breath.
Theo laughed heartily, taking his sword back when the man had finished.*
"You must be a scholar, a guy of records." He stated, sheathing the metal. "You'll be great help! I can't remember much since yesterday, but I seem to now be mortal. For a short amount of time, of course." He beamed, completely confident and not worried in the least.*
"Maybe I could help you, too. You could use more muscles!" He grinned, indicating Matthew's arms. "Can't win many fights with those twigs! Ah, that's a bit rude, I think." Even so, he still laughed at his own words, but stopped dead when he heard his name. For the first time that day, he scowled.*
"Cat." He spat the word as he turned to face the speaker. "You did this, didn't you? Turning me mortal! What do you want?" He growled, his hand on his sword. He didn't like the creature. Couldn't fight, first off, and there was the fact that he sucked up to the Supreme Goddess.*