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*runs away from @Lucius Cypher*
Sorry for my delay~ :|
A ʀ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ


The shadow of a tree darkened. Slowly becoming darker and darker to the point it seemed to be as dark as the void in between the stars. From it, a hooded god emerged. The god slowly lowered his hood. It had been a long while since he had gone to the island. He doesn't remember coming to his hall ever since the incident with that pesky forest god. She wasn't all that bad though.

He looked about, simply walking towards his hall. He saw halls of all kinds on his way... certainly many wouldn't be coming back. And those who were, may not be coming any time soon. He stood in front of it, it was as if the hall had been carved into an endless onyx block. The floor was rougher than usual, the walls were cracked... and deep inside the hall. It was as empty as always however. Just a quiet, dark room. That one quiet and dark room he repeat enough times that others shouldn't make noise into. He sighed... being the only own allowed to make any noise there, it was all perfectly fine. The 'room' however, was as vast as it always was, maybe slightly smaller, but nothing that he cared. He favored place was still as he was, then again, anywhere quiet within the room was his favored place.

He spent sometime in the room, wandering until its ends, and back until he was out of the hall. This time he had a purpose to be there. He was known for avoiding the politics of Charybdis often enough, only coming at times to note that if someone wished to harm Acruan they should think twice, or more, before taking action. While that made him lose some lands for mostly fighting alone, he also got to be known as one who didn't start wars.

At least, that was how he was known until the god of a forest by his kingdom came into his hall asking for help against some other god to the east of him. Acruan was larger at the time, stretching until beyond its eastern mountains. The goddess had chosen, the wrong moment, place and person to ask for help however. Not only he did not help her, but the whole forest was cursed with what was called The Curse of Eternal Silence. No birds sang, animals grew confused... and her fledgling nation was destroyed not soon after.

He walked to the central room. Not truly surprised to see that there were already others there. That Goddess of Fortune... of the most perfectly brief conversations, and that young god of the east. While his nation truly had little to do with the nation of sands and gold far to the southeast of his own, Acruan was not too far from Horus. If Acruan was still as big as it once was, they may even have their own conflicts... but it was far smaller nowadays. "I see that, there others here already. My most sincere greetings, to the two of you." And yes, they were sincere however pained he was for having to say them.



K ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴅ ᴏ ᴍ ᴏ ғ A ᴄ ʀ ᴜ ᴀ ɴ


Acruan was as it always was. Warriors still had their fancy competitions to see who was the better at using a sword. Merchants still sold their wares in markets while pondering trade with foreigners. Scholars were still had their eyes upon books and scrolls. And the people still went on through their daily lives. Nothing had changed. Nothing ever changes in Acruan, is what the old saying was. It was because even with the loss of half a country once upon the time, people weeped... but then lived on. Holding no grudges was something any exemplary Acruani tried to do, especially those of the current Ruling House and the Council members.

From time to time, however, any Acruani from the Capital who went to the eastern mountains would ask themselves, 'will this be ours in my lifetime?' But then they would look to the west as always. It wasn't the right time yet. It is never the right time.


Step after step, he walked. A walk, however, did not properly explain his action for a walk implied a mere unhurried attempt to move from a location to another and nothing more. The most accurate description for his action would be a leisurely, unhurried stroll through the outskirts of Ominar, regardless of how swift or quick he was.

His eyes were not focused on the way he was going. While at times he would look ahead, he seemed unusually distracted by whatever minor detail caught his attention. A weed on the ground, the rumpled clothes of a passerby who avoided him, the sky. It felt good to see those things, yet he knew that he would grow tired of them. Any given location was bound to feel repetitive given enough observation, at least, anywhere he has been to.

With a sigh, Archene slowed his pace and looked at the sky once more. 'This should be the right time,' he thought to himself as he walked towards the entrance of the warehouse. Before entering, he took a brief look around to see if there were any real counter-measures were made in case their enemy came, but he gave up before seeing anything, 'It still feels rather strange to be on this side of a fight.'

Archene proceeded inside the warehouse, his gentle steps catching only the keenest ears; brief, slightly indifferent eyes awaited those who peered curiously at him. His glances took more than a moment when looking at the Prae as he reasoned with himself that they have their reasons to come. Whether they are good or bad, he would certainly find out, eventually. Seeing the Licentia steering away from the Prae, he sighed quietly shaking his head, 'They have become too docile... it seems.'

Looking around more properly, he met an interesting scene to said the least — rebels from many walks of life, of even different races coming together for a single cause. Or at least trying. Some people looked at him with curious eyes. The reasons might vary, but the clothes were certainly not helping him to be inconspicuous. After all, who'd wear something like a haori for an event of such kind... on that side of the world... in a location where it was more likely to get dirty for no real reason? The answer for the question could be easily obtained by looking at him. The why or what kind of person, however, were entirely different affairs, and would need more time to answer than the observers were likely to have in hands.

It was not as if he was attempting to avoid attention in any case — not that anyone right in their minds would attempt to avoid attention or even vaguely hide themselves in such clothes — he had, in fact, come personally to ensure that his presence would be noticed and that was exactly what he was going to do. His liking for the clothes themselves was, among many other things, part of an entirely different affair. They were also comfortable in any case, so why not?

Sparing no further glances to the people congregating, Archene thought briefly on the possible outcomes and ramifications of the events he planned to presentiate himself. If nothing went wrong, he'd have more things in his favors later on, whether by getting himself to a considerable position in this revolution. If things went wrong, the possibilities were boundless, but mostly acceptable — it was not as if his death would be prioritized because of his presence here. Furthermore, there was much he had to hear from the... rebels.
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@wxps350 Not a problem. Feel free to come back if you have time in the future.

It looks like we will be starting today. I will make a starting post relatively soon with all the background for what we are doing.


*peers about*
M ᴀ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ T ᴇ ɴ T ʜ ᴏ ᴜ s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ T ʜ ᴏ ʀ ɴ s

"Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs, I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ."


M ᴀ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ T ᴇ ɴ T ʜ ᴏ ᴜ s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ T ʜ ᴏ ʀ ɴ s

"Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs, I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ."


@yoshua171 I've just been thinking of what kind of Licenti to make. >.< But I was wondering more about what kind of powers to give it and everything. I thought of a Licenti that had a very human-looking form with its main magic being shapeshifting among some body enhancement magic. But so far I've been wondering more about how exactly does a Licenti work and trying to understand the terms better and everything. (I'm just a bit overwhelmed with the info.)
@OppositionJ I had added an explaination for it on the god's extra info. Basically, he had a far more fickle personality in the past which lead to a nature's god demise, despite the god not being his enemy.

I added some detail to the description of the event as well.
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