[quote=Gorbo Grandman] Picking up his own reward, he looked at the mortal who had adressed him. The idea that he could have a casual conversation with one seemed appealing to him, so he kept up the illusion. "Both... In a way." He said mysteriously. Walking up to Misha and taking his hand with both of his own. "Nicely sung Misha. Very nicely sung. Might I say you have quite a talent for singing?" He said gratiously. Letting go of Misha's hand he turned to look at the pyre in the distance. "It looks like the sacrificing has begun. We wouldn't want to miss that would we!" He urged Misha to come with him towards the celebration while he began walking there himself. [/quote] "Wait for me!" Misha shouted as he pulled the leash of the struggling goat. He was exited that he was going to have an audience for his sacrifice. Even if the gods wouldn't appreciate it, maybe the bard would at least find it funny and make a song about it. After checking his bags if he had everything he thought he needed, he dragged the goat along to the fires. --- [quote=MasterOfMetal] Erä had been silent while his brother and niece spoke.It had been a strange meal. Erä was not used to personally dealing with people besides the other gods, and his animals, of course.This girl, this demigod, confused Erä.Erä ate, standing besides the two, sitting seemed silly.Suddenly, Erä heard something, a small sound, coming from his forest.He took a step back into the shadows, and he was gone, leaving the two to talk.When he stepped onto the soft woodland floor, he witnessed the following:A pink, fat, little boar ran past, squealing like he was being gutted already.From the direction the boar came from a small pack of wolves emerged, they were not even hunting, just toying with the pink creature.Erä raised his hand, and immediately, the wolves stopped, looking very distraught their plaything had been taken.The wild God followed the squealing creature, which was not hard to track, if you consider the sounds it was making. The boar had gotten his hoof stuck in a cluster of roots, and was frantically pulling on it, only making it worse.Erä got a closer look of the little beast.It was small for a boar, but considerately well fed, he was nearly hairless, so he almost looked like a farmer's pig.His small tusks were golden.Erä was amused by the crying creature, he pointed his spear at the pig."Speak" he commanded "tell me your tale, for you are not of this place." [/quote] [quote=Wodgev] In the past minute, Vizlin had been chased by wolves, lions, bears, and even an very angry pigeon. In fact, the pigeon had been one of the most mean because it had blocked his only path the the light between the trees. But after he had gotten his leg stuck between the roots of a scary looking tree, he had been certain it was all over. But then a shadow had appeared and pointed a spear at him, and he nearly fainted. The sound of wind rushing through leaves in an endless chant filled the air, and Vizlin knew it to be a command. Bidden to speak, he did so, unknowing of what was in store for him. "I was the Mayor of Travel's End, Lord of the common people, and Leader of the rabble. They listened to me when I spoke, and they followed my commands without doubt. And then the Gods came and brought chaos to my order. They took my power and my life from me. They cursed me, spit on me, and threw me off my own balcony! Then there was a die and a voice, and next thing I know, I'm being chased by lions!"Tears streamed down Vizlin's cheeks as he finished his lament. [/quote] After a second or two debating herself Lyah decided her curiosity overcame her interest in the divine meal. She got up and thanked her father. "I'm going to test my new-found abilities, let's see if I can find my uncle." As she directed her gaze at the edge of the woods she concentrated. The same feeling overcame her again and the world turned darker. As a black sky filled with stars, some brighter than others. Far away she saw the bright light she was looking for, a similar light to the blinding light right behind her. The way to her uncle was untamed and ever changing. But the undergrowth made way for her stride and the creatures circled at a distance. In the distance she saw and heard the little pig. As it cried and raged his little heart out she felt pity on the little creature. Hearing his voice she noted the little swine with the golden tusk was distressed and panicked. Hearing his words she drew the conclusion who he was. She waited at a small distance, curious how the wild one was going to deal with this. Maybe he'd know how he'd died, and how he'd ended up in this domain of all places. --- [quote=LordMarwain] Tarvin stared at the hand. He was still dazzled by the fact that a god had answered his prayer. Only what was this god offering him? Forcing his thought upon others? Sure, he had promised that he would show the people of this world what it means to have a free will. But taking the free will of others, that sounded wrong to him. He looked around him. The people standing around the fire. They looked displeased at him. He knew they would start hurting him as soon as time would continue. Eyes filled with hatred stared at him. Looking at him with contempt. Suddenly he knew why he donated some of his money to the poor. It was with those eyes the rich looked at the poor. If this power could change that, he would take it. It wasn’t right that they dared to look with those eyes at the ones that made them rich. Now he had a change to make a difference, even if that would mean using such a power.Tarvin stretched out his arm and grabbed the hand. [i] “All men must be equal, until then none are truly free. As long as some are oppressed, bound by others, they can never feel what it means to be human. And the oppressors will teach others to be the same. That circle must be broken. Only then they can start to learn what it means to be free. But the power you suggest my god, would make me an oppressor. I can’t accept to take the will of others, for I won’t allow anyone to take mine.” [/i] Tarvin, staring into the place where the hand came from, let go of the hand. [/quote] For a moment the world was frozen. A silence had fallen, but moments later: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0VFqB3UDXw]The weather broke it.[/url] Faster than a lightning bolt the storm whipped up around Tarvin. The world around him faded away as they became invisible trough the rushing winds. The voice bellowed with rage. [b]"You DARE deny me?!"[/b] Peals of thunder pelted the earth around Tarvin, knocking him down on his back. [b]"If you will not stand by me as a king..."[/b] The hand turned and grasped at him. Between it's fingers white energy crackled and danced. [b]"Then you shall die as a sheep like the others!"[/b] Tarvin was trapped, forced to the ground and about to be crushed by a fist of storms. The moment all hope was lost he felt a slender hand on his shoulder. He heard something whispered. Something that seemed to come from his own mouth. [i]"Hello again Tarvin. Do you need a ride?"[/i]