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Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Moirah responded to the latecomer, Dan. "SO unfair! I knew that they were strict at Hogwarts but... but... Sending us into the forest for something we didn't even start, then cancelling Quidditch for everyone! It's... It's... The Headmistress is such a witch!" Moira bit her lower lip, realizing the insult was... Not quite appropriate, weren't they all witches and wizards? She decided it was best to keep her foot in her mouth and shut up. She simply scowled and kept her eyes on the ground, but did not look for the stupid little flower. She just wanted the night to pass as quickly as possible.

Cassandra shrugged, looking toward Nolan. "It's on my request list. I'm not sure what its for. Maybe you'll find out in one of your classes later. Or maybe its for some professors personal hobby or project." She smiled at Nolan. "I'm just the grounds keeper, I don't really ask... Other than the reason for your detention... How are your classes going? You guys learn anything good yet? My first day they clobbered us with homework. They still do that?" Cassandra spoke and looked around in a way that indicated she was interested in anyone who might want to answer.

Caelum wasn't paying attention to the groundskeeper. Instead she stared, transfixed by Roze for a moment. She watched as the other girls hair shifted and changed. Even in the dim light the change was quite noticeable and fascinating to the young artist. Caelum had noticed it before, but, took the chance now to wonder about it.

'Once I learn how to make wizard paintings... I wonder... If I painted Roze... I wonder if I could make the picture change hair color also...'

She meant to ask Roze about her... Talent... But before she could Roze spoke up. She saw something in the woods.

Caelum was by her side in an instant, gazing at the same space. "What did you see?" Caelums careful eye was studying the dark patch of forest that Roze was staring at. She saw the trees, and many plants she could not name... She wondered what Roze had stopped for...

"Oh. I see!" Caelum exclaimed. Then stepped off the path.

She walked toward the place Roze had seen the figure... Then knelt on the ground. "Good job Roze. I think you found it!"

Caelum touched a tiny delicate flower. Roze must have had very good eyesight to have spotted such a small thing in the dark. Yet, the silver blossoms that were no bigger than her fingernails, must have caught the wand light in just the right way...

She turned back to Roze, her back now toward where the figure had been. "Did she say we needed to get the root also? Or just the flower... I don't remember..."

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Working on a post!

I'm going to post assuming that everyone active is standing together/standing close enough to hear one another. It's a small group anyway, so, that's how I'm rolling us out :P

Torn Across the Rift

@jdh97

It was Icarus who answered the question. Not with his voice, but with a hand. He pointed toward a stone arch that seemed to have some stairs behind it. Then, without looking back to see or care how Rozalind or Herbert felt, he began a quick march out of the room, through the archway, and up the dark steps.

Rozalind, meanwhile, wanted to argue with the man carrying her along. She liked to argue... No... She didn't like to... It was her nature... Yet, now, she didn't have the strength for it. She clenched her jaw instead. That was all.

@Viridity@The Bearded One@Konan375

"That would be meeeee." Twain twirled around and stuck his hands in his pockets. "The one in charge, that is." He was addressing John now. "I think that is a fair trade. We are in this together, after-all. Stuck under the snow... Caused by a dragon? An Ice dragon?" Twain hadn't seen the beast, but he didn't discount its existence, his eyes glittered with curiosity.

Vata, whom Twain had spent at least a little more time with, was looking flustered. Twain walked to him, leaning a comforting hand upon the younger mans shoulder... Vata would notice that hand was incredibly cold.

"That was just some good 'ol fashioned necromancy. Nothing to be concerned about... Other than the fact that I've disturbed most all the evidence... At the time our lives seemed a little bit more important. Don't you think?" He smiled and put his hand back in his pocket. "Necromancy is the magical art of... of... the dead. I didn't have much time and all I had was bones, so, I made a bone shield." He shrugged, as if it were nothing, and began to pace the now-mostly-cleared out floor.

"I think we can do better than just exchange information." He addressed John and the other non-TRIDENT members assembled. "I think we can really help one another survive." He clicked his fingers. "If I've got it all right, none of you have any memory of your coming here, nor any idea where you are... And most importantly... How to get the hell out. If we work together, as friends, we can find a way out of here. Then my people, the organization I work for, can help you... We have a lot of connections and resources..."

"Plus, seeing as I just recycled all the evidence." He pointed to the bone-dome-ceiling "You..." He gazed about meeting the eyes of each stranger in turn. "... You, remembering or not, are pretty much the only hope any of us have of figuring out what has happened here... And what it all means..."

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

[Iratze]

The corrupted goddess ceased her search and turned abruptly as Amos was attacked once again, by Seatus, and then by hummans. She noticed too late, but, Amos was not harmed unduly by either. He began to retreat into the forest...

... She took flight. She spread her wings and shot toward Amos like a bolt. The wings were black, but shone with iridescent colors, like the wings of a starling.

She caught up to Amos, and grabbed him by the shoulders. With the power of her wings the two were able to retreat all the faster.
"Amos..." She spoke to him as she flew. "Where might you and I go now?" Her mind was still wide with the possibilities now lain before her. They could go anywhere... On Earth... She scowled a bit, reminded of her limitations. Yet, she was empowers now... Could she cross the worlds? She felt so angry that she might burn her way through heaven and hell and back again.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Got home super late. Tomorrow I shall post!

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

I see action! Awesome!

I'm busy all day tomorrow. Maybe I'll post later I have ze energies!

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

It did not take Seatus long to reject her words, then attack...

Kyra arrived, and spoke her turn. Iratze did not respond, she wasn't sure what to say to the goddess. Wasn't it evident... Iratze hated herself more than she hated all the rest. She was the gentlest goddess in the land... She was made to be so. Kyra was born, she could reject her parents and go her own way. Iratze could not... Not until now. Not until Amos had changed her. He had the gift of creation and true change a most coveted power among even the divine beings. It was thought that only the Sun and Moon had this capability, not so...

Iratze closed her eyes. "I see that they have no use for me now that I am no longer... obedient. Eons of service and this is how I am repaid with scorn and violence at the first sign of displeasure... I have spent my existence carrying their words, all their words, on the fastest winds, over the earth, and even across the worlds... When I finally speak words of my own they fall upon deaf ears... Perhaps I am a fool to be surprised by this..." She spoke to Amos just before the attack...

... Iratze saw the wave, and wrapped her arms and wings around Amos. She clung to him with all her strength... It was not enough. The force of the water dragged him away from her grasping fingers. She was tumbling, spitting water from her lips, clenching her eyes shut against the harsh salt water...

She washed up away from the others, her tiny lithe form carried much farther than Amos. The wave would not have killed the old Iratze, she was made to be durable for far too often did one shoot-the-messenger. The old Iratze would not have had the strength to rise up...

... The new Iratze, however, found herself sore but not unconscious. She shook the water off her wings, and wrung out her hair. She was furious, and that fury fueled her now. She had been attacked before, but not by Seatus, and not like this. "So it seems that Amos is the only one who knows me now..." She looked for him then, the God of Hate and Corruption. She saw him in the distance, bringing his sword down upon Kyra. She saw Seatus in his mighty godly form facing off against the god of Hate as well.

Iratze seemed to be forgotten for the moment, as she often was before. She watched events unfolding and was about to fly into the fray, but hesitated.

"Something... Someone is missing..."

Was it not Armarion leading the call to arms?

And with Kyra here no doubt Tet would not be far behind.

"Where is Armarion now?" She wondered, her emotions driving her to think of the god of Wisdom before the god of Play...

She reached inside herself, and found that she still had her old powers. She still had the power to find any god she wished. It was a practical function for the messenger of many gods in-between many worlds... She sought Armarion with her power, she even spoke his name. "Armarion..."

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

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And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

[iratze]

Amos took her hands and Iratze closed her eyes.

Amos came close to her, he was closer to her now than anyone had ever been before...

Iratze was enveloped by the hatred of Amos. So palpable was his power that it became a shell around her, a cocoon, an egg for her to be reborn from within.

Iratze was swallowed whole by his hatred. She thought she was going to die.

As an immortal this thought had never occurred to her. Ending. She knew that the Sun and the Moon or Brontes could bring about her demise, but, they needed her services so she had no need to fear such an end. Until now... Now the possibility was real. Amos had become something so powerful he could negate what his parents had created, he could end Iratze, and for a moment, she was quite certain that he had.

She was surprised to find relief in that thought. 'No more will I have to carry the burden of others' And she knew only darkness for a long long time.

Then a second thought. 'Pitiful. That you should rather die than be who you are. How is it that you, an eternal being, should feel such relief in thy demise? How is it that you, the bright and diverse rainbow, should have such little self worth?'

'It is because I was created thusly. To serve others, and never myself.'

'Who would create such a being? Why give you a heart if it should never be filled? Even the humans are given more than this.'
'My creators they only meant to bridge the gap between worlds.' Iratze explained to this other-inner-voice.
'And now? Now that there is no bridge and no where to go?'

'They have abandoned me...' She admitted. '... I have been alone for so long. They have forgotten the great favors and great feats I performed for them in the old days. As I became useless so did I become... abandoned...'

That other-inner voice ceased to argue with her, in fact, she realized that it was her own voice.

"The might Sun and Moon who created me. I am older than all their children. I used to think of them as parents... That is, unlit I watched them bear their own children. How quickly did I realize that they held no love for me at all. Though I was among the fist of their sentient creations, I was given less consideration than the humans. The humans have small lives and large sins, surely I whom have never turned against them and have always been loyal deserve more love than them? No... I am below the humans in their glinting eyes... I was never their child only their tool. Where are the mighty ones now? They wink at us from high above, but how is it that they have no power to relieve us of our curse? They simply watch us and laugh... I hate them both. I spite my creators the Sun and the Moon! I spite all that they have created, all their children and all the men and women they have set upon the earth! They will known my wrath."
Iratze changed.

"Brontes. He who should understand most has shown me the least favor. I have known Brontes longer than all the rest, for I was there before he even knew the young Amare. He was kinder than the Sun and Moon in some ways, acknowledged me in a way they never did... But only in the saftey of his underworld. I thought I'd always be welcomed in that underworld. I thought I might even feel safe in his underworld... Yet, I was cast out like all the rest. When he returned to earth in these past few days, when I needed answers the most, when I needed him the most, he only has time for his beloved Amare. He protects Amare and leaves Iratze to the wolves and the fates. He holds Amare close and leaves Iratze alone... More alone than ever. I hate him. I hate every soul he dare harbor in his underworld. He shall know my wrath!"

Iratze transformed.

The black stone she was enveloped within began to crack. Like an obsidian egg, the stone began to flake away as she emerged...

Her wings unfurled and her eyes opened. Her skin was ashy and dark, her hair spilled over her bare body in ragged waves. She still had her rainbow aspect, but, instead of bright glitter she glowed with darkness, like a blacklight or ember. She was taller, curvier, and... and... powerfull...

She had never felt power such as this before. Her old self had power, true, to pass between worlds was a power few gods possessed. Yet, that power was for the purpose of service. Now she had power, as well as the ability to wield it for herself.

"Amos." She was staring at her own hands. "Amos it worked... You have changed me... You have freed me..."

She looked up, and saw Seatus and Amos.... Rage flared within her.

There was a flash of color and darkness, Iratze was quicker than ever, and stood by Amos in an instant. She wrapped her wings around him, they were huge long and spindly things now, to shield him from whatever attack might come next.

"Stand down Seatus." She stared at him intently, curiously, angrily. "You are so quick to judge, you think you can absolve your own sins by taking down Amos? That is not how justice works... There is no justice..."

Her eyes blazed, she felt like she would boil over with emotion, she gripped the shoulders of Amos. She wondered if her emotion and hatred might fuel him as well...

"You are not a child of the Sun nor Moon. There is little reason for you to take their side against us or Brontes. The Sun and Moon created the humans, Brontes harbors them after death. Seatus, you are stuck in the middle of their struggle. The humans poison your ever shrinking kingdom. This is how the Sun and Moon encroach on your domain. They dare to pull at your tides and enjoy the bounty of your waters while you and yours suffer at their expense... They send you a kind letter of thanks on the back of their meek messenger to convince you to forget their crimes against you... Foolish... Now I am free of their hold upon me and I am free to tell you the truth. You were kind to me when I was meek, so, I shall tell you the truth now... My creators never respected your domain and they never will. Their children will never see you as an equal god, they will treat you as one under those from Heaven, and what Brontes thinks is worse... They and their children deserve only your hate. Listen to Amos. Join us. Hate those that deserve it and dole out your vengeance in triple the measure!"

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Sorry to say but Amare is like...really weak also kinda left it to everyone else the bastard xD So yeah guys, I'd just have whoever is willing/isn't too busy.

@Lucas Tallador

Amare totally took on Amos. I would not say he is weak.