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akje said
The crowd cheered.The winds laughed.The air celebrated the coming of their first champion in a long, long time.Each time the crowd spoke the words came from another mouth.Āwhātama looked at Tarvin with an exited smile.He placed his hands on Tarvin's shoulders.Āwhātama pushed Tarvin away, sending them both falling off the opposing sides of the pillar they where standing on.As Tarvin fell there was a feeling. Like words without sound that echoed from his core.The world around him faded to a spinning blur.A whirling energy welled up from within and took over.

Wind whistled past his ears. He could see the earth beneath him coming closer quickly. A weird sensation took hold of him. It was same sensation as when he was standing at the top of a building in the dead of night. Like standing tall on the edge of a sword. His zone. Total control. He started to speed up, crashing with lightning speed towards the surface. With a loud banging noise he crashed into the ground.

Through the clouds of dust a beam shot into the sky. Tarvin laughed wildly while he was riding on pure lightning. He was free. High above the ground he stopped. For a second he was stationary in the air. Then he started to fall. Steadily gaining more and more speed. Lightning started to crackle around him. Less than a second before he could touch the ground he made a sharp turn. Now he was flying between the pillars, making maneuvers so he wouldn't collide with them. A worthy challenge at such high speed. Soon before a certain impact with a pillar he changed his course to the clouds. Tarvin reached out for the power inside him and sped up some more. Away from the earth. Up became down.

Close to the village, a bolt of lightning crashed into the ground.

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akje said
A ghostly hand reached out and grabbed Tarvin's. He was pulled into the stormy walls of wind and rushed He saw the earth beneath him spin and become vaguer and smaller.The world around him blurred and the winds were all that he could percieve.An exiting feeling filled Tarvin's every being. A feeling of energy, one of power, and one of freedom.When time resumed the people that had crowded around him saw nothing in their midst.To them it has seemed as if Tarvin had been struck by lightning, and nothing, not even a pile of ash remained."That's what happens when you disrespect the gods by offering stolen goods." One said sternly. The others nodded or looked away in fear.Swirling colors of bright light disoriented Tarvin, he was still being dragged along by whoever pulled him trough, whatever it was he was going trough.Suddenly he landed. With a thunderous shock nova he hit the hard ground standing. He felt the sparkling energy sink away into the ground.As he collected himself he looked around. He was standing at the highest point: on a tall and slim mesa, a rocky pillar in the middle of a red desert. Everywhere he saw long ridges rocky spikes, some had large rocks balanced on them. The skies where a pure blue, and the vegetation dry and alien. The air was warm, dry, and constantly shifting.But when he looked up he saw a crowd of people. They circled the pillar around him in a twisting pattern reaching far into the skies. They moved rapidly, yet somehow they seemed calm and reserved. As fast as their movements, they had a magical grace and peace to them. All looked down at him.They looked human at first sight, but they were taller, slimmer. Their hair was bright white and their faces had an aerie and unnatural beauty to them.All were dressed in extravagant clothing. Loose fitting and with many ribbons. The rich cloths were painted in bright colors and embroidered in gold and silver. Each wore a bell around their neck. He saw various noble metals shine trough the torrent of winds and faces that looked upon Tarvin with burning curiosity.Then Tarvin noticed he was still holding someone's hand. Beside him stood a young man, white haired and slender like those that flew above them. He wore a white golden bell around his neck, and a white golden crown upon his head. The prince looked at Tarvin as if they knew each other.Before Tarvin could ask what was going on the prince raised Tarvin's hand as he addressed the twister of creatures above.A voice echoed from the crowdThe tempest stopped. Each and every creature was still and silent. Their shocked faces stared at Tarvin, looked him up and down in disbelief.

"Weird," Tarvin thought, while holding the hand of the god. "It almost feels human, just a bit warmer."

He looked at the people walking on the pillars. Walking with such grace it almost made Tarvin feel jealous. Suddenly the god raised his hand.

"If it pleases the unfettered court, I would introduce to you!"

Shouldn’t the god say his name if he was going to introduce him.

"This man has brought a worthy sacrifice. This man is honest and pure. This man was offered the world and said no... To my father!"

That other god was his father. Did that made this man a demigod or was this just some of the odd etiquettes among the gods. Honest and pure? No one had ever called a thief that before.

"Brothers and sisters! Friends! I present to you. Tarvin the incorruptible!"

The god finally spoke his name, but incorruptible? Sure he had refused a god, but he couldn't say he hadn't been tempted.

To reject the son is to accept the father

This god seemed nice and listened to other beings, while the other had indeed sounded like a tyrant. Making a choice wasn't difficult for Tarvin.

"I will stand by you," he spoke. He wondered if just saying that was enough.

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akje said
Lyah decided her curiosity overcame her interest in the divine meal.She got up and thanked her father. "I'm going to test my new-found abilities, let's see if I can find my uncle." As she directed her gaze at the edge of the woods she concentrated. The same feeling overcame her again and the world turned darker. As a black sky filled with stars, some brighter than others. Far away she saw the bright light she was looking for, a similar light to the blinding light right behind her.The way to her uncle was untamed and ever changing. But the undergrowth made way for her stride and the creatures circled at a distance.In the distance she saw and heard the little pig. As it cried and raged his little heart out she felt pity on the little creature.Hearing his voice she noted the little swine with the golden tusk was distressed and panicked. Hearing his words she drew the conclusion who he was.She waited at a small distance, curious how the wild one was going to deal with this. Maybe he'd know how he'd died, and how he'd ended up in this domain of all places.

MasterOfMetal said
The Keeper of the untamed looked down at the pitiful creature."You were not meant to live in my realm. yet here you are.You were sent by chance, not strength or devotion."If Erä's current form had a face, it would be smiling."I will grant you a chance. The opportunity to go back, and make a choice."The wild wanderer took a step back."However, there is a condition.You can return to the mortal realm, but you will stay by her side."Erä had stepped to the side and was now pointing to Lyah."You were sent to my realm, so you are mine now, and I command you to accompany Lyah, my kin.You do however have a choice when you are back there.You can search for revenge, to punish your killer and the one who sent you here,or you can change your ways, be a better man then you were."Erä held his spear high, and then plunged it into the soft ground.A small pool of reflective water welled up."Come, little one" he said upon the pig "Come and see."

From a distance Tavon watched Lyah walk to the forest of his brother. He schrug his shoulders, sat down and started to eat. A few druids gathered, also sat down around the table. They remained completely silent, although some started to make smacking noised while they were eating.

"It is important that she learns to be independent." Tavon started his monologue. "Or else she might end up like her mother. I really loved that woman, until she started to call me for every small task. Not that she couldn't handle it, but she wanted me to be with her all the time. Still I think I could have handled the break up a little better."

Tavon fell stilent for a couple of minutes, looking at Lyah standing in the forest. "My daughter is quite the looker."

"What do you guys think about all that?" Tavon spoke against the druids, knowing they wouldn't answer.

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Burzadurr said
Ah! I see, with that information I can widen my writing range, it's just that say I DIDN'T know.. It would be a bigger mistake, besides my god was making an awesome masterwork, so he wasn't focusing on the rest of the world.. Well whatever, you're right. I'll keep it in mind.Edit: didn't know as in say my god didn't know.

You're post was okay. It could indeed be that your god was so busy he was completely shut off from the outside world. I just wanted to make sure you know that your god is powerful enough to know about this sort of events wherever he is and whatever he is doing.

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Burzadurr said
The wind strengthened, a thick shroud of mist had neared World's End. A slight rumbling sound and then a moment of silence... Gushing wind, big flapping and then the mist slowly started to clear up again. From the mist a tough looking man marched forward. Montis thought. Walking towards World's End. He had already projected his divine thought to the gods that were already present at the festival; He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of burning pine and so much more only his divine nose could perceive, and quickened his pace, he was excited to see some people again after all these dwarves.

Just to make sure you know this, in case you did not know. The gods are all knowing, expect for some specifically specified information, like stuff that happens in a gods closed domain (Like my garden, or Cre’oan Mal's temple, etcetera). The meaning of the coins were publically explained by a god, so you know what their meaning is, for you are a god. If a coin falls of a table in a tavern in a town a thousand miles away from your god, your god knows. So it's a bit wierd to act like you don't know. It’s totally fine to come asking for an explanation why you have to participate though.

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akje said
For a moment the world was frozen. A silence had fallen, but moments later:Faster than a lightning bolt the storm whipped up around Tarvin. The world around him faded away as they became invisible trough the rushing winds.The voice bellowed with rage.Peals of thunder pelted the earth around Tarvin, knocking him down on his back.The hand turned and grasped at him. Between it's fingers white energy crackled and danced.Tarvin was trapped, forced to the ground and about to be crushed by a fist of storms.The moment all hope was lost he felt a slender hand on his shoulder. He heard something whispered.Something that seemed to come from his own mouth.

"Yes please," Tarvin whispered, realising he might just have peed in his pants.

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akje said
...Murmurs and whispers arose from the crowd that slowly formed tighter around Tarvin.He could see their disapproval. Their fear. Their malice.A peal of thunder crashed down from the skies upon Tarvin. A low and heavy voice made the earth tremble.Looking around it was clear none of the people around him had heard the thunderclap nor the voice. This was just for him. The voice continued.Time seemed to slow down as the voice spoke. There was time for this. A strange calm. Everything seemed loaded, strung tight. As if ready to jump into action.The mob around Tarvin stood almost frozen in place, but on their faces it was clear they would jump him the moment time would reset to normal. The voice raised, it's tone dripping with bitterness. The voice bellowed with anger. Growing more frighting and dangerous.A thin swirling cyclone came down from the heavens, crackling with energy. It changed shape, forming a hand at the bottom. An open hand with a white-golden ring on it.

Tarvin stared at the hand. He was still dazzled by the fact that a god had answered his prayer. Only what was this god offering him? Forcing his thought upon others? Sure, he had promised that he would show the people of this world what it means to have a free will. But taking the free will of others, that sounded wrong to him.

He looked around him. The people standing around the fire. They looked displeased at him. He knew they would start hurting him as soon as time would continue. Eyes filled with hatred stared at him. Looking at him with contempt. Suddenly he knew why he donated some of his money to the poor. It was with those eyes the rich looked at the poor. If this power could change that, he would take it. It wasn’t right that they dared to look with those eyes at the ones that made them rich. Now he had a change to make a difference, even if that would mean using such a power.

Tarvin stretched out his arm and grabbed the hand. “All men must be equal, until then none are truly free. As long as some are oppressed, bound by others, they can never feel what it means to be human. And the oppressors will teach others to be the same. That circle must be broken. Only then they can start to learn what it means to be free. But the power you suggest my god, would make me an oppressor. I can’t accept to take the will of others, for I won’t allow anyone to take mine.” Tarvin, staring into the place where the hand came from, let go of the hand.

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Right now people have started to do their sacrifices to the gods, in the hope they will get chosen as a champion. Mawhiti has challenged us to test the champions of other gods and reward them with a coin if they complete the challenge. So far only two characters have made a sacrifice, so there will be more action for your god soon when the others start doing their sacrifices. Your current characters can also make a sacrifice, that will most likely cause some action and maybe make them a champion of another god.

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The flames were dancing in the pyre. Tarvin followed their movement with his eyes to calm his mind. He had his sacrifice ready, but still didn’t feel at ease. Was it enough to attract the attention of the gods? This was something Tarvin was not familiar with. He was good at taking important stuff away, not at giving it. Sure he had some experience with giving coins to the poor, but he couldn’t possibly compare this to the giving to the gods. There was a whole religious aspect at giving offers to the gods. No, he shouldn’t worry about that. He just had to present his offer to the gods. No one was offering right now. Tarvin stood up and walked to the pyre, while opening his backpack.

“Gods,” he started his sentence. “for years I have lived on my own. I learned how to live independent. I kept myself to my own moral standings. I saw this society from the side it doesn’t want to present itself. People filled with greed and hate walk with a smile on their faces over the streets. People who like taking from others. Who enjoy standing above others. I took from them.” Tarvin took the trophies he gathered from the mayors and threw them one by one in the fire. “And I gave some back to the ones they took from. Not because that is what I should do. Not because it is what others think that is right. I did it because I am free to make my own choices. I did it because they were wrong and doing it felt right to me. I did it because I felt myself that this was the right thing to do.” Tarvin was shouting right now. He knew he was gathering more attention than he should. That he should be planning his escape right now. To disappear in the crowd. But he didn’t want to stop yet.

“Please accept my offer. Not just the trophies, but also I will show the world what it means to be free. I will not be held down by the standards and moral choices of others. I will find out for me myself what is right and wrong and tell other to do the same.” He saw the circle close. His way to escape had closed when he tried to express his feelings to the gods. A lot of unwanted attention had focused on him. He heard the people whisper to each other. A few man in fine clothing were giving him mean looks.

Tarvin looked at the sky. “Please gods help me,” he whispered.