Kho — Roleplayer Guild

Level One Hero
Two Prestige

Newygnong let the Vyer drop from her mandibles, the massive corruptor worm's carapace crushed and useless, its corruptions oozing out. Newygnong did not feed on the Vyer - she was not dumb, she knew what the flesh of these things could do. But she did not permit them to simply ooze into the earth either. She laced the corpse and the ground around it in acids and enzymes that would break the corruption down back into its most basic elements. And from there, it would only benefit serve as good food for creatures and fertiliser. Nearby she came upon the creature's eggs, and laced them in the acids too.

Newygnong was not satisfied, however. She had seen her creator's form, she had seen the form of her crimson-haired mother (but she was not her mother, because Newgnong was ugly and was not worthy), seen even the delicate and elegant form of little Dwynen; she had seen the centaurs and the humans that had erupted into being, and she had seen the mindless creatures that she so resembled. She did not like it. She wanted to resemble higher beings, to be beautiful. She wanted to become her mother's child.

She stalked the man, the man her mother had spoken to as she spread the golden mists across the world. Watched his movements, the strength of his form (nothing before her own strength, of course, but there was something alluring about it, something essentially superior). She ventured from the forests and searched the Citadel, looked in the shadows and was confronted by creatures of darkness. She escaped from them, naturally, but not before she took note that they too had the perfect form. Not slithering or crawling, but humanoid.

In the first forest, she hunted Vyer with a fury and brooded glumly over her state. She never should have been created in this form. It was wrong. It was a punishment.

But you're beautiful as you are. You are as you're meant to be.

The spirits whispered. They were wrong. She would be as she wished to be. She would shed this form one day, and she would be truly beautiful. And her mother would love her.

Newygnong carries out her duties, hunting out Larwen's corruption.
But she is sad - she wants to be accepted and loved by her mother.
So she wants to become humanoid.

Two Prestige earned. Four Prestige total.

𝔖𝔢𝔦𝔥𝔡𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞


Seihdhara of the Red Hair, The Crimson Goddess, The Bear Mother, The Flame Eternal, Whose Beginning Is Tears and Teaches Laughter
Level Two Goddess of War(Martial Combat)
Zero Might

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PELEGATH

LORD OF ROT, THE PUTRID ONE, THE RECLAIMER, SAINT OF FARMERS
Level One God of Death(Decay)
1.75 Might

Time: One Week After the Day the Gods Came

Pelegath drifted up beside the bear mother and regarded her companion with curiosity, but he was not here for an idle visit. There was matters of grave importance to discuss.
"I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself, sister. You were rather distraught the last time we met." Seihdhara had been looking at Pelegath with her broad smile, but on mention of her sadness it faded slightly.
'Yes, I was awfully distressed and confused. I didn't mean to go through the Door you see.' She sighed and shook her head, her broad smile returning, 'But Mater Lei told me she'll be able to get my children through the Door if I prove I can provide. There's obviously not much to prove, so I'll have to keep pestering her until she's satisfied. That should work...' She turned more fully towards the god of decay, 'But in any case, I'm sure you're not here to idle away the time talking about little old me, right?'

The death god sighed, the wind stirring the edges of his hood. "Unfortunately, yes. Your strength surpasses mine and you have made clear your intentions toward Larwen." His shoulders sagged. "We need to do something about our brother. He presents a terrifying threat to the balance of creation." Seihdhara cocked her head and considered Pelegath for a few moments.
'I don't know...' she frowned and appeared to be in deep thought, 'Do you really think Larwen is that much of a threat? From what I can see he is alone, a sole god with odd ideas. Standing against him there is you, Promus, Ipeyr, Kap Gam, and Regulus. Including myself, that makes six of us. Do you truly think that Larwen is so much of a threat that six of us cannot easily deal with him as and when he carries out his plans? Is this preemptive action you suggest truly necessary?'
"It would be unwise to allow him to build his plans." Came the terse response. Seihdhara furrowed her brows and looked at Dwynen.
'I can understand that you're very concerned about what he's planning, Pelegath, but what do you think we can do? Kill him for being a bit of a blabbermouth? He remains your brother.'

The Reclaimer had an almost offended tone when he spoke. "Kill him? Of course not! I am not saying we need to kill him but that he needs to be restrained in some way before he amasses his strength. I fear not for our own safety but for the sake of creation. Moreover, what would happen if he joined forces with our other chaotic siblings?" At the mention of creation, Seihdhara immediately stiffened. She drew closer to Pelegath and looked into the darkness of his hood, and found only. She had secretly hoped for a pretty face, but did not show her disappointment.
'Tell me, brother, what are you god of?'
"I have domain over rot and decay."
'What must a thing be first before it can rot and decay?' Pelegath’s hood tilted quizzically. He was not sure where she was going with this but he was very curious where the end of this line of questioning would be.
"Alive, of course."
'Indeed. And as you are well aware, life itself emerges from decay. Life gives rise to death and decay, which in their turn lay the foundations for life to bloom anew. Is that not, in so many words, what you essentially told Larwen? - that there must be balance.' Seihdhara, of course, did not much believe in that, but Pelegath had seemed to, and she was now curious where it had gone. 'The balance you speak of requires Larwen, does it not? If he is restrained... would that not in itself create an imbalance? Though he does not recognise your words, does he not ultimately play his role just as you said?'

"I help guard balance. Our brother is not interested in balancing creation with destruction. He wishes only to corrupt and distort. I fear if he is left unchecked he will cause unprecedented and irreversible damage." Seihdhara squirmed in discomfort. Pelegath seemed to have a very particular and contradictory understanding of this balance of his. But she did not really care, balance was stupid - you either go all out for what you want or you go home.

'Alright then! I'm in. What would you like us to do to him? I hope it's not something silly like a chat about how bad he's been...'
"He is, unfortunately, beyond reasoning, as you witnessed earlier. My plan is to somehow limit his power without imprisoning him or killing him. A sort of... metaphorical weight to place a cap on his power. He is needed for balance, yes, but balance also means not letting either end unreasonably endanger the other." Even though his view of balance may have been a mite skewed, his intentions were only the best for his family and all creation. Seihdhara cocked her head curiously.
'Limit a god's power but not imprisoning them? Is that even possible?' She asked, she crossed her arms and placed a finger on her chin in thought... and then an idea came to her and she excitably jumped to suggest it, 'Maybe Lei has some kind of contraption that can inhibit a god's power! Let's go steal it. And while we're at it, let's open her Door and bring my children through!

Pelegath paused, gently swaying in the wind. "Perhaps we could convince Mater Lei to aid us before jumping to such rash action," he replied hesitantly. The goddess sighed, her hair - which had seemed to glow red and float in her excitement - falling down limply.
'Fine, I doubt she'll agree to help but you go try and do that. And when she rejects you come let me know and we can break in!' Pelegath shifted uncomfortably at the prospect. Even if it were possible to steal from the vault, surely Mater Lei would have a way to alert her if it was breached?
"I will find you to deliver the news once I have spoken with Mater Lei. Farewell, sister." With that, Pelegath simply disintegrated into a foul smelling pulp and dust that scattered to the wind. 

She watched him leave for a few moments then Seihdhara allowed herself to fall back onto the grass and bathe in the warmth of the sun. The sun-rays danced and whispered, the grasses fluttered and sang in her ears, the soil beneath her hummed, the very air murmured. Dwynen fluttered above her face and gestured wildly, finally scrunching up her nose and holding it with two fingers, eyes closed and brows furrowed. 'Oh don't be rude Dwyni. He's a rot god, of course he smells a bit.

Pelegath petitions Seihdhara to aid him in restraining Larwen.
Seihdhara is confused as to why Pelegath would want to do that, since he's all about balance and Larwen, even if bad, ultimately serves that balance.
It transpires that Pelegath does not think so. Seihdhara, not one for balance anyway, agrees to help out and suggests they go rob Mater Lei for some kind of contraption that inhibits divine powers (and they should get her children out the Door while they're at it).
Pelegath really doesn't like the idea and instead suggests asking Lei nicely. Seihdhara rolls her eyes and goes 'sure, lemme know when she rejects you and we can steal it'.

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