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Anath Homura & Family



The shadows receded and vision slowly returned for her, but her limbs had yet to begin regenerating, and even the slightest motion caused the cracks that had spread throughout her entire being to creak and complain in agony. Her thoughts were clouded with an excruciating pain, and so she struggled to even stay aware of her surroundings. There was the sight of divine blood that had been splattered across the floor and walls, and the suppressed sounds of the whirling winds outside the Citadel.

Desire still sensed the presence of her wounded sister, and arose by levitating herself towards where Harmony lay in the center of the vast chamber. Harmony had awoken, but lacked the strength to slightly shift herself at all, only capable of conjuring strange sounds around her to emulate distorted speech. “InJuriEs imPaired CoNtrol. CanNot moVe. SaCRifice. SUccEss. StRateGy. DatA. TiMe to rEgeneRate. DesIre?”

“You’re the one that looks awful…” Desire rasped wryly as she tenderly alighted beside her mutilated twin, and glanced around once again with a scrutinizing look. “We’ve won this battle, I suppose - since we’ve not died yet. As for data; she beat the blood and bone out of us. She hit me hard enough to punch through my protection easily twice, if not thrice! We’re going to need so much stronger defenses to stand against her brute strength.”

Her words were followed by Harmony coughing up ichor and orange sludge, as the gaping scar that stretched from her chest to her head still glowed searing hot, and burned the unfortunate skin that remained too close. “DeteCt shaRdS: ZErO. ArK is RemAInder. TWo caGEs - KinG?” The maimed goddess asked after she had ceased coughing.

“I’m still uncertain. She could be hiding some somehow, or she could’ve stored them somewhere else. As for the two cages… I’ve got nothing. Maybe she sundered the King in Heaven, and separated the two pieces? I don’t know, but what I do know is that we’re not strong enough to break either.” Desire remarked nonchalantly, as she fought against the lingering pain that prevented her from repairing the damage to her body.

The twin goddesses sensed the arrival of their sisters as the Archai delivered the two of them to the Citadel. Desire wanted to curse her idiotic mother, considering the gruesome scene she left behind, but concentrated on creating an illusory veil that would conceal the blood that clung to the walls and floor, as well as concealing both the broken bodies of herself and Harmony - replacing them with fully intact illusions that could interact with their sisters for the time being.

“What happened?” Pride quickly asked, as she was gently placed afore them alongside Fear. Neither of their sisters could see through the illusion, and though there was concern upon both faces of the other two daughters of Homura, the result was the duo were not as alarmed as they would be - which Desire and Harmony were appreciative of. The conjured clones behaved accordingly, perfectly imitating their mannerisms and conversing with Pride and Fear in an attempt to alleviate their anxiety.

“We had an argument with mother, but I don’t think our points pierced through that callous disregard she has. Eh, it’s either her stupidity or her stubbornness, but either way, we couldn’t make it work, I’m afraid. Now she’s sulking outside beneath a shroud, or something.” The echo of Desire explained with a tired sigh and an oblivious shrug. Desire felt an inward shiver of embarrassment when she realized that she had caused the illusion of Harmony to happily nod along in blithe agreement with what was said. It was definitely a poor portrayal of the actual Harmony, and she hoped her twin sister would refrain from mentioning such.

“We’re trying to tolerate each other, not fight each other… I can’t believe how childish the two of you acted! Imbeciles! You’re supposed to be more mature, more sensible.” The smallest sister said, simultaneously scolding the two goddesses while lecturing them, and evidently enraged after being sent away. While Pride erupted like a little volcano and then swiftly simmered, Fear remained rather reticent, though her stance suggested she was suffering from fatigue. The sight of the two of them, familiar and so close, caused a silent chuckle to soothe Desire with its surprising warth.

“We’re all to blame - we know. We’ll try to do better, Pride.” Desire replied softly, forming a mischievous smile with her echo, but the lack of sensation through the illusory form was missing much of the appeal. Her anger towards the one that broke her body was reignited, but she didn’t allow it to show, especially since the source of that anger had just stepped into sight.

“Your actions were foolish, but I forgive you. I wish to reconcile with those that I have hurt, those that I had seemingly forsaken temporarily, those that are dearly beloved to me. That is my intention.” Anath Homura proclaimed, her voice echoing in the vast chamber as she strode forward, and Desire detected the shroud that her mother used to conceal the prominent and strange strokes of divine blood across her body. Desire chose not to openly display her amusement at the fact that she and Harmony had smeared the visage of Anath Homura, and it seemed that nothing could be done to amend the appearance of her mother.

“I forgive you for now - though perhaps you could help heal those you have hurt, you know. Show us you’ve changed, and won’t just leave us for whatever reason.” Desire rebuked, letting a lie mingle with her frustration as her illusion spoke aloud for her. Unlike the majority of the Heralds of Honor, Desire was capable of intentionally deceiving those around her, and considering that her mother intensely stared directly at her and Harmony instead of their talking phantoms, Desire wondered whether that was meant to be or not to be. They were both liars.

“DesIre. rEqueSt. TIme.” Harmony intoned, her voice remaining hidden from the hearing of Fear and Pride. Desire winced with reluctant understanding, and attempted to nod at her mutilated sister. The temptation to tease Harmony was washed by the agony the two of them felt, and that excruciating pain paradoxically cleared and clouded her mind, making the task ahead both easier and more arduous. Desire began puppeteering the illusion of her sister, but she was aware that her skills with impersonation and ventriloquism was mediocre even as a deity, so she hoped she did not alert the others with the charade.

“Mother, I have a request...”

Despite her grievous wounds, Harmony continued to provide a semblance of guidance with brief distorted words. “FaiTh. NevEr ForGiVe. REquIRes prOmISe. THe rEturN oF faMilY. AttAiN foRgiVeneSS TheN.” Desire deciphered the meaning of the words and hastily translated them aloud through the illusion so that even Fear and Pride could listen in their conversation. Desire felt that even with her rudimentary ability to mimic the demeanor of her reserved sister, there were no immediate issues with this method of communication. She thought that she at least deserved a small reward as well after all of this was over and done.

“So be it.”

Accompanying the decisive words of Anath Homura, Desire felt a wave of healing energy spread swiftly throughout her being, bringing an immense amount of relief. In a rush, Desire invisibly pulled upon the numerous pools of viscera and broken bones that belonged to her and were widely scattered throughout the interior of the citadel, including the shivering streaks upon her mother. Her body began to quickly regenerate with all of the gathered pieces, and soon she was complete once more as the cracks that covered her shape wrinkled one last time before becoming seamless and smooth again.

Desire glanced at Anath Homura with a melding of amusement and annoyance, as she watched while the ancient goddess called upon the elements of the cosmos to come and coalesce into four familiar forms close to her. The sacred song of sorcery resonated throughout all of Keltra, and many among the archai assembled along the edges of the massive chamber to witness the reincarnation of the first children of the Creatrix, as otherworldly hands shaped and sculpted the quartet into figures embellished with very recognizable and identical features.

“Courage! Kindness! Curiosity! Wanderer! The world awaits your return - now awaken! See your new home and rejoin your family!” Anath Homura announced as the four simulacrums arranged in a simple circle around her finally arose from their long slumber…



@Obsidian Thank you for submitting your character sheet! Your character has been approved, and you may post your CS in the Character tab! I look forward to reading the story of Euphrates!

You shall receive the Pantheon role in the server as well, granting you access to more channels for discussion.

Blessed be those that become divine.
The Beginning of Turn III

A Series of Strange Events Unfolding



The pantheon spreads simultaneously closer together and farther apart as more deities arrive and awaken with their newfound divine power. The world will continue to change as these gods and goddesses enact their will and interact with each other - for better or for worse. This is the story of the Divine and their acts of creation. What awaits those that weave the Tapestry? Perhaps something new and something never seen before?



@yoshua171 Thank you for submitting your character sheet! Your character has been approved, and you may post your CS in the Character tab! I look forward to writing with you once again, and reading the story of Kaelhmor!

You shall receive the Pantheon role in the server as well, granting you access to more channels for discussion.

Blessed be those that become divine.

Broken - Beloved

Anath Homura & Family



Thousands of eyes were upon them…

Awaiting what would come...


The Archai encircled them, ever imposing with their slender stature and astral attributes, exuding an enigmatic serenity with their graceful stillness, but it was primarily their unyielding devotion to Anath Homura that concerned Desire and Harmony as the two goddesses assessed what would avail them and what would prove to be a hindrance soon. Their mortal sisters were too weak to stand against their mother, and it would be especially difficult to simultaneously protect the two of them and fight against Anath Homura as well.

“The Archai adhere to my commands, and I have told them to serve my family. They will not harm me or my children, and they will obey our orders.” Anath Homura intoned, and she sundered the stifling silence that lingered too long with her authoritative voice. The continual wind that blew outside had become quiet, and none among the Archai spoke aloud to contradict her words.

“Is that so? Another reason for us to be furious then… This isn’t what we meant when we said we wanted to help them! This is slavery, not salvation!” Desire shouted, and afterwards she shook her head with unruly agitation. She glanced at her twin sister, and indicated with her heterochromatic gaze towards Pride and Fear, conveying without words her intention. She lacked the strength to speak carefully around the two fragile members of their family at the moment.

“Archai! Escort our sisters to Skydancer and guard them. They are to remain on the ark until either mother, or Desire and I, step out of the citadel.” Harmony ordered, echoing a similar level of authorization as her mother, and aside from the white rose that had replaced the second eye of Anath Homura, the daughter was almost identical to the mother. The Archai acted in accordance with her command, and swiftly retrieved both Pride and Fear as the two slowly recovered from their surprised state. Neither were pleased by the situation unfolding.

“You can’t force us to go! To stay away like this! You… can’t! We’re not supposed to be fighting! Please don’t! Let me go! Let me go!” Pride shrieked, as she struggled against the much taller Archai, and was easily lifted before it had begun to carry her. Fear trembled with terror and evident sorrow, but did not resist the Archai that had begun to guide her towards the exit. Fear and Pride were led to the doorway, and the twin goddesses within the citadel could hear the last words of their smallest sister as she screamed. “You’re just like her!”

“I know…” Harmony murmured, and Desire sighed as she stood beside her sister. The interior became more and more empty as many among the Archai began to depart as well, spreading throughout the other sections of Keltra and awaiting whatever would happen next from a mostly shielded spot. Only the three deities; Anath Homura, Harmony, and Desire, remained within the Citadel, which would soon become the site of their battle. Eager and enraged; Desire had already begun a combination of flexing and stretching her spiritual strength and magical muscles in preparation.

“There’ll be no messing with my mind; no mental torture - lest you want my unending wrath.” Desire quipped with grim humor, and a sinister smile. Her expressive malice contrasted with the impassive visage of Harmony, but both were equally exasperated and desperate to defeat their mother.

“I am becoming weary of these tantrums, and remain uncertain what it is that you expect to achieve. Do you imagine that you can overpower me?” Anath Homura asked, unfazed and unmoving.

“Well, that would be something, wouldn’t it. Hehe.” Desire replied, as she began to step around her mother and approach her from behind. Harmony marched forward to confront Anath Homura directly, enacting the simple yet effective strategy of coming at an opponent from multiple angles. They had lacked the agility to overwhelm their mother in their previous battles, but they had also become divine in the time since then.

“You said it would be our choice...” Harmony asserted, exuding an aura of otherworldly power as she summoned her sacred strength. She shifted before reaching her mother; then the contours of her fiery shape blurred as the known world struggled to comprehend her true form, and the threads of the Tapestry were becoming slightly unraveled. The mortal mien she had clad herself with became translucent and its outlines were wildly fluctuating like enticed flames.

The skin of Desire seemed to burst as she surged faster than light and a myriad of afterimages were left in her wake. She unleashed a flurry of blows, swift and sharp enough to slice through the space between airborne particles and to strike at the back of Anath Homura directly, as Harmony summoned the weight of the world within herself and pulled back her own fist for a devastating hit. Desire felt herself drawn in by the gravitational forces of her sister, increasing the incomprehensible velocity of her strikes further, yet their mother did not move.

Tumultuous thunder and flames roared in all directions, obscuring the scene until three silhouettes became visible. The attacks of Harmony and Desire had collided with and tore through the flesh of Anath Homura: The clenched hand of Harmony had crashed into the skull of her mother, shattering the surface and sinking deep into the broken bloodied chalice that was what remained of the fractured head. The many fists of Desire punctured the back and shoulders of Anath Homura numerous times, leaving behind a collection of sunken bruised craters and bleeding crevices upon her foe from the hips to the neck. The force of their assault staggered and heaved Anath Homura upwards, and they ascended with her without relent.

There was a blinding pulse of white light from the wounded deity, and before the twin goddesses could react; Anath Homura had healed her head. There was only an iota of space between the duo and their target, but it became a much greater distance as the world around them was rearranged and extended. The distance did not deter Desire and Harmony as they sped towards their mother once more, watching as the one-eyed gaze of Anath Homura began to burn with an ominous glow.

“Forgive me…” Anath Homura murmured, and her heavenly voice was an audibly crystalline sound so easily heard despite the violent explosions echoing throughout the interior of Citadel. Violet flames poured forth from her ruby eye, cascading all around her as she swept her gaze across the vast chamber, consuming the colors as their surroundings became grey and burnt black, and forcing Desire and Harmony to carefully maneuver around the strange and scorching heat in order to approach her.

The twin goddesses generated spears of sacred energy in their hands, and then threw these summoned weapons at Anath Homura. The spears did little damage to the swirling inferno, only temporarily splitting the streams to create new paths for Desire and Harmony to navigate the area. The spears were a distraction, dividing the attention of their mother between offense and defense, allowing Harmony to avoid the violet flames and come close enough to hit her opponent.

“Not enough…” Harmony uttered, as she lashed out with her legs and struck the scalp of Anath Homura once more. Her foe was not harmed though she received renewed wounds to the head. Her foe did not stagger, and proceeded to hastily grasp her leg with one hand - Harmony attempted to free herself, but she swiftly realized her struggle was in vain as the strength of her mother was overwhelming. Anath Homura held her, and Harmony was paralyzed by the power wielded against her, stiffening her movements until she remained still in her awkward and vulnerable position.

Desire dashed towards them, aiming to assist in freeing her sister, but before she could help, Anath Homura employed an ancient technique. Harmony did not think it was appropriate to lose herself in the past during such an intense fight, especially when her suspended body was currently being used as a sword by her manipulative mother, yet she immersed herself in recalling memories that did not quite belong to her. Desire definitely was not impressed by her sudden lackadaisical antics though.

“Harmony! Help me! Help me!” Desire yelped, as she repeatedly dodged an onslaught of violet flames and the improvised blade that was the body of her sister. The oppressive force that held her finally relented when she was finally successful as a temporary weapon against Desire, and her body slammed into her sister. It barely hurt both of them, yet it launched Desire far away and caused Harmony to fall limp on the floor for a brief moment as she regained the ability to move her limbs again.

There was no opportunity to recover further, as Anath Homura seized Harmony, and held her afore her searing gaze. The cacophonous cackle of violet flames shifted into a shrill scream as the inferno funneled itself into a concentrated lance of luminous destruction - it shot forth from the blazing eye of the Creatrix, and pierced through the chest of Harmony. The deafening blare of the heated beam was accompanied by the agonized screams of Harmony as her innards evaporated, and the flesh around her wound melted into bright orange sludge. The beam drifted upwards traversing along her torso, and continued to slice and incinerate more flesh, marking its passage with a gaping scar until it reached her head and scorched away half her face.

The destruction ceased as the luminous lance lapsed and only the pain wailing of Harmony persisted. Anath Homura silenced her daughter with a backhanded strike that blinded the mutilated goddess by rending from her face the one eye that remained after her maiming. It splattered on the floor as Harmony fell and did not rise. Desire trembled with rage upon witnessing the malice of her mother, and surged forward once more.

“Let’s end this!!!” Desire called out.

Anath Homura retaliated by rushing forward as well, and the two deities clashed like stars crashing into each other, as Desire unleashed a series of crushing blows, and her mother blocked or parried each and every attack. Desire was frenzied, a manic glitter in her multicolored eyes as she let loose her defiant rage - only to be perpetually repelled and gradually weakened. Cracks were quickly forming along her limbs, threatening to break should she continue to strike the stronger force that was Anath Homura.

The fight was only prolonged by a lack of more aggression from Anath Homura, and yet Desire did not succumb to despair. She began to utilize more diverse tactics, relying upon ranged attacks and misdirection; she conjured clones of herself and an arsenal of sacred weapons to divide the attention of her opponent. She attempted to conceal her presence behind woven veils of light and manifested materials, in order to ambush her target. It was not enough, and to expend further power would permanently cost her.

“This is your defeat…”

Anath Homura did not grant her the opportunity to surrender either. The absence of aggression suddenly changed, and the Creatrix delivered a single brutal blow to Desire. Her clenched fist flew forward and came to a halt before Desire, without directly landing upon her - yet hitting her despite this lack of contact. Desire felt her limbs burst, and what remained of her body be sent soaring towards the edges of the room. She crashed into one of the ornate walls, and lost sight of the world around her as her vision became dark, and faded completely into black. The last thing she could see was the bloodstained visage of Anath Homura, still and silent like a desecrated statue - standing in sorrowful solitude.



@Chris488

Brethren I think that I can do this. I'll be like a machine gun monkey pinging people in here or firing off the PMs to tell them what's up and ask if they want to do anything with Tigris or his monsters. Trust me I already have ideas so all you have got to do is say yes familiar and I'll get started.


Your enthusiasm is much appreciated, but I'm afraid after much discussion that it has been decided that joining the server is mandatory. The size of this RP has grown too large to efficiently communicate and organize such a complicated setting using only the threads on the guild site.

Thank you for your patience, I've been really slow with writing due to illness.
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It's a clever thought familiar. I appreciate you injecting new ideas into my mind but I don't think it'd work because once those goons give your account the Hiroshima-Handout I think it's a full IP ban and all of that.


That's rough. Unfortunately the rest of the players are using Discord to communicate/collaborate, so it will be much more difficult/slower for you to chat and organize with them. I don't know if you're willing to endure that...
@Tuujaimaa

Thank you for submitting your character sheet! Your character has been approved, and you may post your CS in the Character tab! I look forward to writing with you, and reading the story of Kathetikon!

You shall receive the Pantheon role in the server as well, granting you access to more channels for discussion.

Blessed be those that become divine.
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Thanks kindred. I feel really free and would take you up on that but my Disco account got Detroit-Dumpstered so to speak a while back. Too many wild memes or something I guess since I never did find out why.


Sorry for the delays! Out of curiosity, couldn't you create a new account?
The Beginning of Turn II

The Celestial Celebration Comes to an End



The stars that sang and danced have become quiet; whether they were receding deeper into the depths of the void so that they were only visible as small shimmering specks when darkness descends upon the world, or if they were swiftly answering the powerful call of the Creatrix and now acting as the celestial servants of the scarlet summoner - the result was the same: night had fallen, for the sun was not enough to illuminate the entirety of the cosmos.

Perhaps the newly arisen pantheon would protect those that would be afraid, or perhaps they would take advantage of the terror and sow chaos across the planet. It was their choice - Their whim - Indeed, their prerogative. The gods and goddesses would continue to create, and the world would continue to change. What new tales shall be woven into the Tapestry as the Divine enact their will? Will they offer salvation, or will they wreak havoc?

The coming changes are inevitable, and the answer shall soon be written…



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