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Onhiel

Onhiel's Sharp eyes locked onto prothos as he spilt into the chamber, His brother's sense of humor greeting him first thing.
"Ah Onhiel good to see you again. Fancy a Hurricane... " For a moment, and only a moment did Onhiel consider this mock proposition but then with a grin erased this notion from his mind. Prothos was as strong as he was old. Though he wasn't much younger than him he wasn't nearly as strong. Onhiels domain was theoretical while Prothos was physical and took much more strength to maintain. 

Kelthis was next, and after his greeting he'd give him a inquisitive look, as if maybe he thought Onhiel was planning something... He returned the stare and cocked an eyebrow dropping his grin. He felt bad for the deity, to be the god of deceit and planning must be a burden. Though contrary to belief he too fell under a similar allegiance, results. Though a surprisingly powerful god, he knew that at anytime he could be struck down or his followers could dissipate and with one of the smallest following he needed strong allies. 

Adiel her usual self immediately trying to kiss up to Prothos and strike a trade agreement. She often secretly got to Onhiel.  Though his people did not have luxuries that most others had, they had an unhealthy devotion to him and in his opinion that was worth more than any luxury they could want. They weren't his to spoil so much as to use though they had no idea. No god had ever visited domain though his people had met other civilizations, most of this was due to Onhiel being a neutral party or worse the common enemy. 

Nur and Afrtone to Onhiel these two were the two gods who would cancel each other out. And was actually surprised they had survived the war, having thought they would have at least slew each other. Afrtone was too righteous to be a leader and Nur though it had been awhile it was still burnt into the memories of most gods. She could not be trusted, and it was against his better judgement to invite her here for the voting. 

Bigher voted with him, which was a good sign. One for Orugoru, two for prothos. He was glad Bigher favored strength because there were few as strong as Bigher, or even Prothos he couldn't tell who was stronger not with out seeing them fight. 

 Bigher and  Prothos, Onhiel felt were of similar mind to himself or at least he hopped. Onhiel was a walking disaster yet they had been set in their ways long before many of the other gods had been needed or created. Onhiel was first crafted after they Ten creators had the misfortune of leaving the Orb and traveling to find the void. Onhiel had become their mistake and had been born from it. 

"Your sarcasm never ceases to amuse us, Ohniel..." Yngvi had said. He enjoyed the younger god quite a bit. He found him very amusing as he was very well spoken and knowledgeable. "But Yngvi, I'm not being sarcastic. Though you say its fickle and I agree, its what we need. To keep us in check and to balance us. We have gods like myself, and Nur who are prone to destroying things, and gods like Aftrone who would impose rule after rule, taking away our liberties. Though sister I do love you, its just your nature. The god of oceans is more balanced than any one god. Calm yet violent." Onhiel knew these words were a little blunt but he didn't have all the time to engage the others in idle chit chat.

Orugoru had finally made his entry, he was a very interesting god. He'd never had the chance to actually engage in conversation with him. Someday he would. This day he especially seemed drained and was lingering near prothos. As he suspected it seemed Prothos was going to indeed become a key player. 

"Is that all of us then?" Prothos had inquired. Onhiel gave a quick retort "Yes it is brother, I fear some of the other gods maybe very late or not showing at all prefering to not cast a vote and staying in the shadows." He stood up, and wandered to the front of the table where the throne sat he stood beside the chair and began to act as proctor for the voting. "As of now we have Two votes for Prothos, and one for  Orugoru, you heard my statement why I voted for Prothos. Now would be a good time to discuss who should be our King, and please think this through brothers and sisters. It may not seem I have, but i've been pondering these thoughts for ages. And as the first seated here today I'm acting proctor and keep tally of the votes, I permit you to speak up if I miscount. Though a god I do make mistakes" His tone authoritative and unwavering  "Usually in the form of natural disasters." He tacked on jokingly 

Ebir

There was much wooping and hollering, Warriors rode in a massive circle outside of the tent city. They practiced basic combat movements, the sounding of horns caused the formation to change depending on blasts. It was a very interesting thing to witness and it could be hard to understand with out having been raised as a son of Ebir. Back in the city the women washed and mended clothes.  Some were hauling dried meats and grains to the hidden grainery. The warchief sat on a throne made from human flesh and the bones of animals, it was gruesome site yet each warchief before him had created one. Aed, relaxed against the arm rest. His posture poor, though it didn't matter to any of his subjects. The captured Wildmen had been broken one of the previous nights. Though only in their care for a short time they now sat in their cages resigned to their fates. They would be ritually executed soon, or as soon as the All father returned. Only those who looked their captors in the eye before execution would be allowed to fight in a blood sport. He'd selected ten of his finest upcoming warriors to all battle for the glory of onhiel. 

Aed had noticed that Onhiel would come at random points in their lives, and he never seemed to age. His power was incredible and he could easily best every man in the Ebir lands. The last time he'd seen the father he was merely a child and his family was nameless in the lands of Ebir. His father had held him out from the crowd, and onhiel had graced him with a single palm touch to the top of his head. After that his entire family had succumed to a terrible plague that had crippled the great traveling tribe for almost a year. Many died due to sickness or starvation in the winter. After the trial he came out stronger and much wiser. He learned quickly and soon had accomplished many of the tasks to become a War Chief by the time the former chief had died he was ready and assumed the mantle. Now a mere Thirty-five summers old he ran the entire First great tribe.
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