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akje said
Lyah stepped off the edge confidently. Instead of a long drop into a fiery pit, she stepped onto soft grass. She was almost getting used to this.She stood in the garden and tried to make sense of what she saw before her. The figure standing before her father was beyond description.Not so much a person, or a creature even. The shifting forms caught the light in a way impossible to understand to mortal eyes.Lyah realized that, if it wasn't for the divine blood that ran trough her veins, the sight of this entity would have driven her to madness.As she stared into the impossible she thought she recognized something. Not an image, a feeling. A feeling of calm, something natural and true.A similar feeling to what seemed to echo of her father.She drew the conclusion that they must be the same. This was the true form of the divine.A shiver went down her spine.Maybe it was her heretige, maybe she was starting to get used to understanding the impossible, but something gave her the courage to speak."H-hello. I am Lyah... Are you my uncle?"

Tavon winked at Lyah. "Welcome to the family my champion." He went over to her and took her by the hand.

"Since your my champion now, I suppose I should give you some powers. How about I give you the ability to bend the shape of nature to your will." Tavon grasped Lyah’s hand tightly and she could feel the warm energy flow inside her. She started to see the plants around her differently.

"This should be enough, but as my daughter let me give you something special. You should be able to handle it with me as your father." With his other hand he touched her forehead. Another kind of force started to stream inside her. A more primal energy. "This should give you the ability to change other energies into nature energy."

Tavon took a step back and looked at her. He saw the energies mix up with her own energy. "Let me give you a warning about your new powers, don't try to use them at their full capacity right now. They are very tiring to use. Over time you will grow more accustomed to them and they will get easier to use."

"So now that is done, let's get something to eat and maybe you can tell me more about your past. I want to know how life has been for you." He snapped his finger and a wooden table with chairs around it appeared. On the table were all kinds of food and drinks. There was mozzarella and winter fruit salad, beetroot carpaccio, apples drenched in honey, roasted meat, cold water and wine of godly quality. "You're dining with us brother?"

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Hey Burzadurr, nice post, but I hope you didn't plan on arriving at the festival with your god on a dragon. You know, god's are more subtle when it comes to interaction with mortals for a reason. And the people at Travels End probably have never seen a huge dragon. So there will be much fear, chaos and destruction if you arrive that way. Or in tabletop RP terms, everyone will take massive sanity damage. It's true that a god can do whatever you want, and everything in your post is something a god can do, but isn't it way more awesome if we keep the gods mysterious and spooky?

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MasterOfMetal said
From behind a lush tree, bearing many forms of fruit, Erä stepped into the nurturing sun.'Tavon, We need to speak.' He opened his claw like hand, and gold coins fell on the grass before the Crop God. 'This is an insult. I refuse to award any mortal, worthy or not, with such a symbol of decadence!'From the forests, far away, flocks of birds flew up in distress.When a God dislikes, he hates.

“But Erä don’t you see it? These are not coins used to make payments. These are trophy’s worthy of the strongest hunter. They are shaped round as a symbol of the sun, an object no mortal can reach. They are golden, for that is the earth’s most precious metal. And lastly, they wear your symbol. It would be an insult to refer to anything with your symbol on it as a currency. Do you think Mawhiti wanted to offend you?

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akje said
Lyah walked through the festival grounds, clutching the cloth in her hands tightly.She walked past people dancing, people singing. She walked past Misha who was talking to someone she didn't know.She walked past a little girl in expensive clothes. She walked past a group of people talking about the sacrifices.She walked past a short, bearded man, shouting at the skies.None of it caught her attention. Her concentration was fixed on the pyre.Smoke and cinders met her in her way. They stung her eyes and in momentary blindness she walked into the Mayor."Sorry" She mumbled as she moved past him and took the stairs up. From here she had a nice view of the grounds, the fire and the cliffs.By the fire stood two old men, both smiling at her. One was the old priest she'd known for years.The other she knew was her father in disguise, who she'd known for minutes.It was a strange feeling, like standing at the edge of a cliff. Even though she knew she'd get the response she wanted. This was still a turning point.A single tear escaped her eye and made its way down. Lyah caught it with the cloth in her hands. The scarf that was her last memento to her mother."Long enough have I dwelt on the past and wept. But that ends here." She spoke softly.She dropped the cloth and it danced down as the wind played with it, before letting the flames have it."And you can keep me to that promise."

The flames eagerly started to eat the cloth away till the last thread. After that, for a few moments, nothing happened.

A spark rose on from the pyre and shot in the sky. High above the crowd it exploded, showing a large flaming rose. Its petals started to rain down in the direction of the village, leaving a trail of sparkles, disappearing long before they could reach the town.

Grass and flowers started to grow on the street around Lyah. Next to her the flowers started to grow larger and larger, forming a framework. In it a door appeared. Slowly it opened, showing a garden she had seen just a few minutes ago. But this time, the place of the garden she saw was decorated with red and golden flowers. Petals of all colors were swirling around. She could feel the warmth of the garden reaching her.

Tavon, who was talking with another person, turned around and smiled at her. He gestured her to come inside.

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Wodgev said
Oh, right. I see. My confusion came because she's talking about the fires as if they're there.Ehm... the wind can still pick up, and it'll only become relevant when she returns to the mortal realm, after which it could just happen to be relevant. I'll remove the official reason.

Oke then it is alright.

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akje said
Lyah smiled. "I do, and I will. Shall I throw my sacrifice to the fire?"In her hands she played with the scarf. Almost eager to give it away, now she knew who would take it.

"It will be just for ceremony, but I would indeed like it if you did it the right way. Walk with me, my dear." While they walked the garden started to seam surreal. With every step the world started to blur more and more. And when Lyah blinked to get her view sharp again, she was standing in a street in Travels End.

A few streets away a farmer was warming his hands by the large pyre. Inside his hair, hidden under a hood, a small golden rose reflected the flames.

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Wodgev there is no way you could have heard those words. My domain is a closed personal space. No scrying possible. I see what you try to do, but your motivation can't be those words and feelings at this point in time.

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Edit the second one to: "Double post".

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akje said
Lyah had her questions ready."How did you meet? Was my Lily your champion? What will you do to test the new champions? Would you accept my sacrifice?"The words escaped her mouth in a hurry. As if she burst open the moment the god finished speaking.After that she sat down in the grass. "Sorry, why don't we start at the beginning. How did you meet my mother?"Behind Lyah a small portal opened up and a warm breeze rushed trough the garden. Without her noticing but painfully clear to Tavon, a large pile of golden coins spewed out and spread over a small open field in the garden. Each was roughly the size of a fist and displayed an artistic rose on each side identically. They glimmered in the sunlight.The portal close as quickly as it opened with nothing but a single jingle from a small silver bell."What was that?" Lyah looked around and picked up a coin. She looked at it quizzically, as the old priest had.

"Even though I am a god, I can only answer one question at the time," Tavon answered her with a smile. "Those coins are for the challenge you just heard about. I don't know yet how I am going to test the others, but getting those will be far from easy."
He leaned back and looked at the sky. "Now about how I met your mother. I will tell you the whole tale another time, otherwise we won't have time for other questions. Your mother brought beautiful roses to the festival, so I had to take a look at the person able to grow those. After we talked one thing led to another. You could say she was sort of my champion, but I always thought more of her like a close friend. The reason I stopped seeing her is.. well.. complicated. Humans change when they get older. "
Tavon stood up and walked around Lyah, “Is that what you want my dear, become my champion? It won’t be all flowers and sunshine. You will have to face the challenges the other gods will set for you. They won’t be kind in testing you. And it is possible that I can’t reach you when you are within their domain”
He stopped walking and looked her in the eyes, reaching his open hand out to her. “You always will be my daughter, do you also want to become my champion? Will you show the others the power, but also the kindness of your father?”

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akje said
As the singing grew stronger and louder, so did the winds.Resonating with the words, drawing power from them.The melody strengthened. Became more pure, more harmonious, louder.It was with these silent words that echoed over the music that Āwhātama realized who he had in his grasp. Too late to let go. Too late to step back.Do or die.With more power than he could comprehend he shouted at the skies.One voice sounded from the mouthed of many. A primal bellow like rolling thunder. It washed over the festivities and over the fields surrounding the village.The sound echoed off the cliffs and whispered trough the forest.Just as sudden as it came it dissipated along with the wind.the air was still and filled with static energy that made your hair stand up in the back of your neck.A voice resounded from nowhere, everywhere and from the mouths of the three that had stood in the cyclone.The voice paused and a small cyclone whipped up cinders in the pyre. A vague figure of fire and wind danced in the warm glow of the fire.The voice paused again, even though it was strange one could clearly hear excitement in his tone. There was something the gods didn't know yet.The figure of fire pulled forth a large golden coin and tossed it up. The old priest caught it and held it up as he examined it. "A gold coin, depicting a bell..."If the winds could grin this would be the moment for it.After that everything when silent. The pyre returned to normal and the singers regained will over their tongue. The strange weather was once again replaced by a soft breeze and the rain had stopped. Between the three there was a shimmer on the ground. Small shining bells made of white gold. No clapper. Inscribed was a small crown.

Tarvin picked up the small bell. "Could I ask with this to become his champion?" he wondered, but did not speak the words out loud. "No, he wouldn't use such a cheap trick. If he was going to be chosen by this god of freedom, he would do so on his own strength. He would show that he was worthy of being more than a vessel for his voice." Pondering on how to achieve this he walked away, telling Misha that he was going to prepare his sacrifice.

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Fields of flowers, lying next to golden fields of grains, she also saw an orchard and far in the distance, if she squeezed her eyes together, she could see a wild forest. “Never go there Simba”