Onhiel held up his hands, to quell the room. He looked to Kelthis his yellow hues bore into the god. Onhiels gaze could be an uneasy thing to hold. His unusual colored eyes and the destruction he was capable of bring down onto people would cause mortals to quake but most likely mean nothing to another god.
"Brother, please sit down, and try not to incite any unrest. If we do not elect a king what would you have us do instead? As of right now its four votes Prothos to one vote Orugoru. If anyone were to vote for another god it would mean that victory belongs to Prothos. Being eight of us, and five votes already used." He looked about the room once more lifting his gaze from Kelthis, he turned to each of his brothers and sisters letting this sink in.
"I would like this to be over sometime in the current Era, as I have important things to attend to on the surface." He leaned onto the table, and ran a hand through his hair. These gods, were just like children, and were beginning to stress him out.
"Lets just see what the next few votes bring us, and end this ordeal."