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Daeros watched from afar as the battle for Caesilinius went on; it was with awe that he observed the arrival of Sileon - the Fallen King’s brother streaking across the sky in the form of a massive, flaming bird. Impressive. The God moved from his watching place - atop a mountain overlooking the great city - to moving amongst his gathered mortal army with a single blink of his eyes; after all, he was a God; if he needed to move, he would move.

“My children,” Daeros rumbled, his voice carrying to every ear of those in his army - even above the din of horses and men alike, readying themselves for battle. The deity's voice would likely be heard by the other immortals that had chosen to reveal themselves, to come down to the mortal plane to fight for the control of Aroseus’ Great City - and announce to them, finally, his presence. “We fight, today, not for personal gain - but for stability. We fight for what Aroseus stood for before he went mad; we fight for stability, for the continuation of mortal life. Certainly, you will have glory and honour for ensuring the stability of this great city - and your leaders will rule it, when we are victorious. But do not allow yourselves to become carried away; do not rape, do not pillage - you are saviours; heroes, come to free Caesilinius from bloody ruin!”

When the God finished his speech, his words were greeted by a collective roar from the amassed body of his army; warriors from various nationalities standing side by side, armed to the teeth and ready for war. A resounding crash filled Daeros’ ears, and it was if the sun itself had descended to the ground when Samael made his appearance - blasting into nothingness the dark forms of vampires and the undead alike; clearing the way for Daeros’ army to enter the city. A small smile began to spread across the God’s lips, as armour began to cover his previously half-naked form - seemingly of its own accord.

When the magic had run its course, Daeros stood with a pair of golden pauldrons strapped to either shoulder, a chainmail mesh covering his legs down to his knees; chest bare, save for a well-made guard covering his heart, crafted from the finest silver and inset with priceless gems. He held a chain-mesh net in one hand and a golden-tipped spear in the other, and he was surrounded by snakes of all shapes and sizes, hissing and rattling at his feet. “We fight for honour, for duty, for justice!” Daeros bellowed, pointing the tip of his spear towards Caesilinius as his army rushed forwards. “For Caesilinius!” The God roared, the cry taken up by the throats of thousands of mortal men as they rushed towards the sacked and burning city; charging through its destroyed gates, and doing battle with the servants of darkness; made mad and vulnerable by the insatiable thirst that had been cursed upon them.

Rather than join the army himself, Daeros sent his serpents to be his eyes and ears - hundreds of them surged forwards, appearing seemingly out of nothingness; joining the mortal men in their struggle against the dark power that had invaded Caesilinius. Daeros was no warrior, and he had other business to attend to - the matter of the other deities who had decided to turn up at Caesilinius’ door when he had been about to claim it as his own.

The God willed himself to appear at Avanid’s side, in the midst of a marching immortal army. “Avanid,” Daeros greeted the woman, his voice smooth as silk - eyes soft, engrossing and addictive as always. “I thank you for your timely arrival; and any assistance in taking the city back from these dark scum would be appreciated. My men have already entered the city, and will deal with the task of fighting back the vampires from their side of the city. If you could tend to and defend the temples, that would be much appreciated; I’m afraid I do not, as yet, have the manpower to handle them myself.”
The sound of war drums filled the air, intermingled with the sounds of hundreds of hoofbeats - as the armies of mortal men rallied to answer Daeros’ call. The mortals moved with a vigour that was rarely seen; excited as they were to earn the favour of the whimful God, who had already begun to stylize himself as the successor to Aroseus as the new King of the Pantheon.

King Oruous, shaken as he had been by Daeros’ sudden appearance in the midst of his court, had rushed to do the God’s bidding - all too keen to repay the God the debts he owed him, and earn his favour once again. Riders had sped out from the King’s sprawling palace and away from his kingdom, heading for the courts of all of their King’s allies; telling them of the God’s appearance, of the death of Aroseus, and the availability of Caesilinius - how it was ripe for the taking, and that all those who helped in its capture would earn the favour of the Gods.

Whilst Oruous had gathered his men and those of his allies, Daeros had visited the palaces of numerous other mortals, collecting his debts - calling upon the allegiance that they owed him as their patron. Within the space of a few weeks, thirty-five thousand fighting men had been mobilised, and arrived at a central mustering point roughly fifteen miles from the Holy City of Caesilinius.

As the humans had readed themselves for war, Daeros had watched the city of Caesilinius closely. He had seen Mikazliqui and their servants descend upon the great city, and watched on, powerless to help, as the majority of the mortal population was slaughtered - as Caesilinius’ value, its power was splattered upon the cobblestones of the city. For, Daeros knew, without the people’s adoration, Caesilinius was nothing. It was from worship that Aroseus had drawn his power.

The God had watched as Metanoia had descended upon the city, surrounded by a blinding blue light. If there was one way to make an entrance, that was it - whether it was foolish or not. Regardless, Daeros had continued to watch as the citizens of Caesilinius battled against the dark forces that had invaded the Holy City; but, eventually, they were bested - and Mikazliqui was victorious.

Daeros had considered announcing his presence to the dark God, and asking to join him; or even marching in battle against him directly. But he had no desire to enter into an alliance with such a cruel being, and knew that the armies of men stood no chance against such dark forces; despite how many humans had rallied to his cause, they would be slaughtered by the evil God’s servants.

Distraught, Daeros had been about to give up on his hopes of claiming the city as his own - when he heard the echoing voice of Lathunis; and had felt her presence, and the power of the army she marched with. Perhaps she would be victorious - or perhaps she would be defeated. Either way, the dark forces that had taken over Caesilinius would be weakened, and Daeros would stand at a much greater chance of claiming the city as his own.

“Ready yourselves, mortals,” The God’s voice echoed out, through the encampments of his great host. “We may yet win this fight.”
Being seriously in business is always good, Seuss; I'm gonna try and put a post together sometime tonight.
The Sun God thing has already been done, I think.

In other news, I'll be at home (sort of) for most of the weekend, so I should hopefully be able to get something up over the next three days.
I'm not sure how soon I'll have a proper idea ready for this; but I'll do my best to get a plot/OOC up over the weekend.
Might take me a bit to get this rolling; I've got a lot of schoolwork/assessments at the moment. I do wanna get this rolling, though - so if you guys wanna stick around, that'd be awesome!
Aha, thank you, Seuss! I quite like him myself, too - he's my favorite character I've had in a Gods-based RP in a long time!
Aye! The same vibe as the show is what I was going for; so if y'all haven't watched it, feel free to - it's a really good series, and the new season came out last week! o;

I'll get some sort of plot together/a proper interest check (or maybe OOC) over the next few days, so we can get this thing off the ground!
Got a post up; Daeros'll have an army of his own marching on Caesilinus, soon enough.

He'll be heading to Krona in my next post, so.. I'll wait and see what happens there, before I have him turn up!
I think we'll keep it realistic, and historically accurate, so it'll just be superstition. :P

I wanted the RP to focus upon the complexity of Viking Society, their raids, and their bravery/fearlessness in battle.
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