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@Duoya@Stern Algorithm@Noodles - The interior of the palace is now revealed! A closely held secret of Tabrasa now lays before you.

If you have any questions about the current scene do ask. I'll give any information I'm at liberty to part with.
"It’s good to see you here, Goddess Oao."

From behind the pillar she peered up at the one who addressed her. Ral, the young god of treasures. His very gaze burned her with the way they fed on the light, staring into her precious darkness in the hopes of revealing what laid beneath to said light. The could almost literally feel the sensation of his eyes looking upon her all over as though he were some all encompassing beholder. This form was little more than a humanoid wisp but even through her shroud her discomfort was unparalleled.

Despite this she felt emboldened by this fear. The feeling of possibly being seen despite how impossible it was in this state fed into her, her dominion over fear feeding upon her own fears like a snake consuming it's own tail. She felt emboldened by this repulsion towards their horrible prying eyes. The energy that filled her felt like electricity, an almost physical excitement that made her chest swell up as though she were caught on her last breath. At least, that was how it was for her physically. This form of hers in this realm of dreams hardly differed regardless of her emotional state currently.

Ignoring the remainder of what he had to say the shifting darkness emerged from the comfort of her shadow. The edges of her hair, her fingers and the tail that her legs formed into flickered and swayed like the body of a candle's flame. The faceless black slate where a face should of been stared back into his own eyes, her hatred for them nearly as intense as the fear they elicited from her.

"Ral... You..."

In a sudden motion swifter than the time it takes for light to leave a doused torch her long needle-like claw that was her finger had passed into the space where Ral's eyes should have been. He felt no pain however as the fingers remained briefly, the tips just barely deep enough to skewer his eyes upon them. They did not however. She retracted her hand, her finger tips no longer overlapping the space Ral's eyes occupied.

"Hhh... As I suspected. You're not real. This... This is just a dream."

Her meager voice's intensity waned as she lost interest in the two who were present. As it was a dream it seemed they were naught but phantoms to one another, visible in sight and sound but intangible to the touch. She slowly turned towards the great bi-chromatic doors which barred their path into the rest of this strange palace.

"Younger gods may not have dreamed for so long but we... Those of us who remember our origin have seen this before. In dreams, no matter how often we revisited this same dream it's gates were always closed to us. So close yet unattainable... Until now."

She reached out towards this magnificent door, her claw just shy of grazing it's surface when another familiar voice drew her gaze back towards the three that were gathered behind her. This time it was Gammaton, going on about some odd theory of greater beings threatening their lives. She would have answered but a sudden noise from the door immediately snapped her attention back upon it.

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The massive doors shifted, slowly opening inwards as they parted. Beyond them a great hallway laid in full view. The architecture was nothing like they had ever seen before. Neither the palaces of Hyperion nor the chambers of Ferron were so ornate nor so massive. The roof was nearly identical in make to the arches outside but instead of being an open aired pavilion each space between the pillars contained an alcove, the roof connecting to the floor to form a semi-oval wall overlooking each recess.

The entire floor was one perfectly smooth surface. It held a black and white checkered pattern with not a single square larger than any other. It was vaguely hypnotic as this pattern repeatedly all the way down the hall which almost seemed to stretch on forever. Despite it's length the entire area was quite well lit despite there being no origin to this diffuse illumination.

The crowning feature of this hall however were the pedestals which stood inside each and every alcove. Each pedestal was formed of the same white stone shaped into a small pillar of greco-roman design despite this form of architecture having never before been seen within the world of Tabrasa. Atop every single pedestal was an orb of transparent material which resembled glass at a glance. Inside each of these spheres were a wide variety of materials and effects. Most notable of all was that inside many of these spheres were Divine Cords.

These containers covered a wide variety of themes. One such container held a Divine Cord that was surrounded with burning embers which stormed about inside like a burning blizzard. Another contained a Divine Cord which sat upon a masterfully shaped metal bar comprised of a truly dizzying medley of different metals. Another one held a Divine Cord that radiated a brilliant glow. There was one that held a Divine Cord that gleamed with a dark crimson glow which sat within a measure of boiling fluid which held the rich scarlet pigment of blood. There was even one that contained a strange white Divine Cord which rested within a small tome that sat within the sphere, the Divine Cord acting as a bookmark to remember which page it was on.

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Unable to resist the temptation Oao had drifted into this strange gallery of sorts. Only after she had proceeded inside did it strike her. Not only did these contain Divine Cords, these spheres contained Divine Cords of elements that belonged to the deities that walked the face of Tabrasa. That light, the radiant shimmer contained within the sphere, she was absolutely certain that it was Hyperion's own light.

"Hh... How?" She pondered aloud, gazing upon the surfaces of these strange containers. Quickly looking across the many she looked for those belonging to the deities that were in her company. She saw a sphere which contained strange treasures. There were many golden coins, almost all of which were imprinted with the faces of kings that had yet to be born. The container also held a golden chalice of unparalleled craftsmanship, the sides just below the rim studded with large gleaming jewels of almost every variety. There was also a crown which sat upon the pile of coins, it's make no less impressive than the chalice and similarly adorned with many gems. Unlike the other containers however it did not contain a Divine Cord.

There was a container that held a single sheet of some sort of paper. Written upon it's face in a strange mystical ink which made it almost impossible to not read was a contract. The nature of this contract seemed to detail the duties of one's godhood. It detailed the necessity of maintaining order within the recipient party's domain, numerous clauses referencing events identical to the spiral tower event she had witnessed. Signed at the bottom of the contract was Gammaton's own name, his signature written in his exact handwriting. This container also did not contain a Divine Cord within.

There was another container that was empty of a Divine Cord. This one contained an old log upon which a strange moss grew. Blooming upon this moss were delicate white flowers with pink tipped petals. These flowers contained a special pollen that could eliminate pain and bring health to those who ingest it. The product of this mold was likely quite familiar to Hayim.

Lastly her gaze fell upon a seemingly opaque black sphere. It was so black within that nothing could be seen within. Before long however a strange sickly grey mist rose from the bottom, swimming in the liquid darkness as it mixed about in wispy thin grey tendrils. Looking into the darkness she could feel it looking back at her, preying on her deepest fears, gnawing at her mind with it's inescapable dread. This confirmed many questions this hall had created but it also formed many, many more.

Looking down the hall it seemed there were many, many more spheres. Most of them held Divine Cords. Some of them did not.

"If these spheres do not hold our own cords then why do others hold the cords of our kin?... Are they...?"

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Down the halls as though echoing from the heart of the palace itself a great repetitive ticking noise could be heard.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.


Relevant to:@Stern Algorithm@Duoya@Noodles
@Noodles - How mortals worship you is irrelevant to the nature of your domain. What your domain is remains static unless special circumstances apply such as when Iarus approached the twin spirals emerging from the spire and was suffused with divine energy enough to overwhelm his former domain, turning him from the god of trickery to the god of fear.

In order to attain more domains you need more Divine Cords. One domain per Divine Cord.
Meanwhile in the Zamindawar International Airport...


"The Annual Tournament has been cancelled."

Al had been standing among the many nomads who had recently arrived in the airport only to be hit with the bad news. Unlike the majority of the crowd who ranged from annoyed to furious Al simply looked as he always looked. His face wore a mostly disinterested frown, the sort of gloomy look most would associate with your standard JRPG protagonist. Outside of his silent spartan demeanor he pretty much blended into the background, well, outside of the fact that he was a white guy in in a middle eastern city.

His normalcy which normally kept him from standing out however made him stand out like a sore thumb in this particular crowd. Amidst a body of strange and fantastical fighters with unusual appearances and fashion senses a guy standing around in grey cargo pants and a white T-shirt did everything but help him blend in.

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It didn't really matter though. He didn't care what anyone thought of him or why he was here. In fact he wasn't even here for the tournament. A shmoe like him was not going to get formally invited anytime soon, he certainly couldn't afford the entry fee and nobody was going to foot the bill for a guy like him. His attitude was virtually unmarketable. No company was going to touch him, not even with a ten foot pole.

His eyes lazily scanned through the crowd as he looked across the sea of faces. A couple stood out to him, not because of who they were but rather what they were. The young brown haired woman was carrying a microphone, interrogating several different folks about what was going on. She was very likely a reporter.

Eh. It's a start.

He casually made his way through the crowd up to the young lady.

"Hey." He gave a short hand wave to her to try and get her attention.

"You a reporter? If so I gotta ask you somethin'. I'm looking for a group calling themselves the Hellion Gang. You know anything about 'em?"

He stood there, hands in his pockets as he waited for a response.
@Dealdric - To be honest while I don't ordinarily let other deities adopt existing domains it was rather clear at the time that you were leaving hence driving the impetus to fill in the vacancy. At this point the Divine Cord for magic is now belonging to Ahmenophus and unlike the fear spire event where another Divine Cord was converted causing two identical Divine Cords to exist there cannot be more than one Divine Cord in the world.

I'm sorry to say but if you were to rejoin you'd need to bring in a new goddess. I really can't boot off the new god after it was seemingly clear that you had no intention of continuing on with your current one. My apologies if this brought any degree of difficulty in your proposed return but it's something I cannot go back on as of now.

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In other news my post will likely come as early as Monday as I'll be quite busy throughout this weekend.
@ZAVAZggg - I'd prefer you wait until the old gods return from their dream. That way everyone can be involved in what's going on with the world upon their return. It shouldn't be too long but it just makes the chronology that much simpler when everyone's back on the same setting.
As soon as the fighting ended she dropped hold of the guard she was wielding. Seeing the other captives had a key to these chains she excitedly welcomed their service, loosing the chain's grip on her wrists and ankles. No longer impeding her she was quick to start peeling the gear off of a downed soldier.

Knowing her way around armor she was able to quickly strip down and promptly don a breastplate, helm, gauntlets and greaves before 'The Cav' and his reinforcements showed up. She hadn't had time to do up any of the straps and such so the greaves and breastplate did shift about but luckily neither were going to fall off at the very least.

"We'll probably die but we'll die tryin'! Am I right?!"

"Yeeaah!" Gang pumped one of the batons she had picked up off a downed guard up in the air and cheered.

"FOOORR DEEAATH!" Taking whatever it was the guy was talking about without really considering what it was even about she let out an overjoyed battlecry as she charged, making a B-line right for the gold guy. As a section of guards tried to intercept her she rammed through the first guard to attempt to strike her, her massive strength sending him flying back and knocking those following him over like bowling pins. With the path to the one who seemed to be spear heading the assault on the cafeteria cleared she charged, weapon high in the air as their clash neared.

Just as she neared him rather than go for the expected swing she lead her attack with a forward stomp kick aimed for the center of his breastplate. With the aim of stopping his advance and knocking him off balance she readied her baton to strike down upon him when the opening presented itself.
@ZAVAZggg@Stabby@Duoya@Archangel89 - I have updated the Characters tab to reflect the current roster of deities. I would add in my new addition but that will have to come tomorrow as I've been catching up on posts in other rp's I'm in.

@Archangel89 - I have reviewed Ahmenophus and I am happy to say he is accepted. You have my permission to post him into the characters tab. I will update the roster listings to include him once he is.

Also, just a note for everyone with new gods: Those of The New Era will not appear in the dream of the temple beyond the golden gates for they are not yet born. Over the duration of this your deities will come into existence and go about their lives on Tabrasa while Those of The First Era discover a truth long hidden from them.

Also of note: As soon as the dream reaches it's end I will post an interest check and see about bringing in new players to join in the new era. Given the ten thousand year gap there is plenty of space for them to appear without detriment to the narrative.
"Are... Are you going to be ok?"

Such words were not unfamiliar to her ears. Her appearance alone, this wretched state she was left in, often drew many a concerned look and words of worry. Much like her own end most interactions with friends and strangers alike typically reached the same terminus: Her condition. It was not their fault though. Much like her magic she brought that element of melancholy to pretty much everything that involved her. That sadness simply clung to her, afflicting those around her. Inevitably the same as always.

"Let's not hang around here too long. Sure, if anyone comes back and makes the connection, we'll be able to take on them no problem, but it's something we could do without."

Sophia nodded in agreement to Noriko's conclusion. As they traveled she largely remained quiet, her eyes largely fixed to the path on the lookout for bumps and cracks in the road that might give her wheelchair trouble. It seemed Fuyuko was intent on talking however.

"So, um... Where to?" Fuyuko asked. It seemed before either of them could provide any input she continued on.

"That is, of course, if you want us to stay around. Ah! I-I'm not saying we don't want to stick around! What I meant is... After that just now, and considering everything going on tonight, would you rather be alone, or...?"

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After a lingering silence carried in the air for the moment Sophia answered.

"I am sorry... To have brought you discomfort." Her face was an unbroken mask of calm, no change to her inflection. Even despite that the weight of the pause between her words wove the apologetic subtext into her words no less.

"Nonetheless I am happy to meet you two. My welcome into this magical girl community has been much warmer than some. I fear a newcomer to the magical girl trade itself was greeted with far more cruelty from her peers."

It was something she had on her mind even throughout the tense confrontation and mysterious run-ins she experienced. This was her way of subtly steering the topic to that of the magical girl community while also providing the two insight in regards to a new arrival amidst their flock. In part she was helping them. In part she was hoping to encourage them to open up about the other local magical girls. It was a possibility they knew them better than she did.

It also didn't hurt that it steered the conversation away from the topic of herself, something she loathed to discuss. It was hard not to loath the subject when it always came back around to the same end it always did.

Inevitably the same as always.


@LuckyBlackCat
@LuckyBlackCat- Apologies for the wait. I'l have my post up by tonight.

Edit: The post is up.
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