Tendo

Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications)

I'd REALLY like to join this, I'm looking to get back into roleplaying and I absolutely loved the setting and the detail put into it. I'll start working on my CS.

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A brief description of the Underworld I've been working on. PICTURE HEAVY

The Underworld

The Underworld

A Guide for Mortals roaming the endless lands of Father Death.

By Yassamez Vo

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The Underworld is the realm of the God of Death, Brontes, a deity as old as Creation who carries the sacred duty to lay life itself to rest until the end of days when he will do it for the very last time and then simply exist in the dark emptiness of a dead universe. He has absolute command over it as it is an extension of his very self, always changing and with a certain melancholy seeping out of its every pore. You, traveller, need to be aware of three rules that should always be followed if you want to have a chance, at least, to leave that place whole.

Rule #1: Never, let me repeat that, NEVER trust anyone and anything there. The vast majority of the dead wishes to return to Earth and to do that they will need you to let them in, to allow them to latch onto your soul. The brighter that is the more desperate they'll become. You can only trust those who can freely speak the name of the Lord.

Rule #2: Never leave the Halls if you plan on returning to Earth or Heaven one day, whole. If you do find yourself away from that place though, the first thing you should do is accept the fact that you will most likely lose a part of your soul or share it with another. Anyway, there are two things you should look out for, blood-red flowers and the Hierophant, Brontes's Priest and gatherer of the stray. Both very bad, in your case. I'll explain both of these in a later chapter.

Rule #3: Never follow the voices, avoid the Blackness like the plague and always chant the name ''Brontes'' when in trouble.

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A brief explanation of Rule 2

There are no real flowers in the Underworld. You will however see either red or blue. There is a chance to see purple flowers but that is almost an impossibility.

If you see red flowers, you are in an inescapable illusion, a place which both exists and not. In that case you should immediately form a circle with those flowers and hold one over your head. DO NOT LEAVE THE CIRCLE, no matter who or what you see or feel. The moment the flowers wither and die, say a prayer to Father Death and start walking with closed eyes, no matter what you hear or feel, you know what they say about the eyes being the doors to the soul? It's true.

If you come across blue flowers, simply follow them, they will take you not where you want to go but where you need to be. Once you reach the last flower, pick it, eat three of its petals and then bury it. This small ritual will earn you the favor of the spirits as it displays gratitude towards those who decided to aid you in your path.

Now, in the off chance you come across a purple flower, you are probably standing in front of the greatest treasure known to mortals. That flower, also known as Mortal's Gift, will grant you audience with the God of The Dead himself who will make one wish of yours come true.

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The Gate of the Dead

There is no true Gate of The Dead, this construct is simply made for mortals so that they always enter the Halls and not accidentally fall into nothingness or something equally terrifying. It is never guarded, anyone can enter the Underworld, however once you step past that grand entrance, it disappears completely for you.

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The Halls of Existence

The countless who have entered the Underworld and the countless yet to enter need a place to accommodate them for eternity. That is the fabled Halls of Existence, a somewhat endless city built on the side of gargantuan cliffs. Some say those cliffs touch Heaven, others that they go on forever.

Each house in the Halls has a name on the door, the name of its owner who might be dead or alive, in other words, of everyone who will ever die. Inside them there is a pedestal with a single book which in its pages has the owner's life written in utmost detail, start to finish. If you're dead and you find your book, you can read it without danger, re-live your favorite moments in life as if you were there but for the living, if you manage to get hold of yours, DO NOT READ IT past the point where you read of yourself reading it. If you do, you won't stop until you reach the end and there you will die.

Last but not least, there is a strange rumor in the Halls, that some houses have the names of Gods although I, who can be considered the most knowledgeable of the Mortal Dead, have never seen such a thing.

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Apocrypha, the inescapable prison

I have visited Apocrypha only once, escorted by Lord Brontes's First Servant himself, a rare honor for someone of my rank and status.

The Prison is located in the middle of the deadly Blazelands and it keeps all worlds safe from the Old Gods and other... things I refuse to recall. The whole place is empty, no guards, no patrols, nothing. Only a certain presence you notice sometimes in the corner of your eye. A fleeting shadow just as you turn in a corner. According to the First Servant, Apocrypha is the name of the entity guarding the prison and apparently something that keeps everyone in check just by being there.

When I asked the First about it, he refused to answer and instead told me to ask Father Death himself about it, if I dared. I am an explorer, not stupid.

I left the prison a little more disturbed than I expected. Even now, as I write this, something moves in the corner of my eye and I feel as if my heart will stop. If it was beating in the first place, that is.

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Amon Dur

Who am I to speak about the glory of Amon Dur, Lord Brontes's citadel and place from where he commands the whole of the Underworld. This grand construct houses Father Death's most beloved subjects and treasures, including his Infinity Key, a silver... well, key, which is said to be able to grant access to everything. From the Heavens to a man's deepest fear.

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The Blazelands

The vast expanse of land where no light exists except that of the endless fires which infest it, is more of a buffer zone between the rest of the Underworld and Apocrypha than a place with a purpose although many say that strange shadows these flames often cast. I for one, spend a night in the Blazelands which might have been one of the most peaceful I ever had if not for the black-eyed child who came and sat by my fire and told me how the world will end and who will be the last God standing in the coming battle.

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The Underdark

I know next to nothing of the Underdark as I've only ever seen its gargantuan walls and the bright lights behind them. It is the greatest mystery in perhaps all of history what the God of Death hides behind those walls.

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About the Author

Dear, reader.

I am one of the few who were lucky enough to come across a Mortal's Gift, gaining an audience with Lord Brontes in his grand citadel, Amon Dur. I saw him and saw not the God Of Death but a Champion of Humanity, someone who finds mortality a gift and not a curse.

I wished only to exist by him, to be immortal in a way, to see and record all that happens from the moment my wish is granted till the end of Creation itself. And he granted that wish along with a position in his court as the Eye, the one to explore the whole of the Underworld, something not even he had done.

I do think that he might have been lying in order to make me feel more important in my quest but he has a way with words, making each and every one he utters full of emotion. Honesty, love, respect. That is what I felt.

My name is Yasammez Vo and I was one the first to ever find a Mortal's Gift. I roam the Underworld in search of its countless secrets as a way to understand its ruler.

May we meet in the Halls,
Yasammez Daikonas Vo.

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@Tendo As your tired today- tomorrow join me on TitanPad? I was thinking that Amare and Brontes need to talk about their plan of action in a scene or so.

@Lucas Tallador

Definitely.

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@Tendo

Dude where did you find that!

@Blackmist16

andyarndt.net/likes.aspx

By the way, I'll post tomorrow since am too damn tired and sleepy to do so today.

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@Lucas Tallador

Yes shots were fired now I want to badly kill that mother effer...

@Blackmist16

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By the way everyone; Kyra is open for anyone to waltz on in and attempt to steal her for that delicious loot! Just... y'know, if you have nothing better to do! C:

@NarcissisticPotato

Hmmm... I'd definitely need some leverage.

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"You....!"

Within miliseconds, both Brontes and Amare were on their feet, against the intruding, sword-bearing, unknown God. His young friend showed a completely new side of his by sending him flying towards a wall and using humans as shields for their escape.

Brontes on the other hand wouldn't be so forgiving towards this godling, the days they hunted him like an animal hadn't been forgotten nor forgiven and he would definitely have his vengeance in the coming days. After all, he didn't exactly make his presence known without an ulterior motive.

"Try your best, pup, the Underworld hasn't seen an immortal prisoner in a thousand years!" he yelled as he moved towards his opponent who was now surrounded by four humans.

Amare instantly grabbed Brontes arm, looking at him with a completely sense of seriousness and authority. One that the other God hadn't seen before. "Brontes, now is not the time. We need to go, now."

"I-" Brontes began but the look on Amare's face completely erased his anger.

"No, I don't want to hear it. You said you wanted to make amends, right? Well murder isn't exactly going to help. So, we need to leave."

"As you wish. For now." Brontes replied, recultantly agreeing with the younger God.

With that, Amare declares loudly "By the time all the Gods leave, you will all forget this ever happened!" No sooner does Amare say that, does he swiftly pull Brontes away, and through the back door. The two Gods heading into the crowd of the streets and blending in, as though they had never even been to the coffee shop to begin with.

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"Ah, the so-called army led by Armarion and his goons, thinking that I was some sort of monster needing to be taught a lesson. Honestly, they could find death everywhere. Anyway, enough about him, mortals are worth it, aren't they? A ton of mistakes but still..."

Now Amare's face looks painful "I get it now, why you used to get so upest when I..." Amare's voice wavers a little "killed them." I can't help but sigh "I'm...glad I do but at the same time I...wish I didn't."

"Don't you worry about that, I send all of them back to Earth you know, all those killed by our kind. Some of them as sharks, others as lions. A few, really bad ones, as amoebas. Amare, what you did made you who you are today, good and bad. So, I wouldn't change a thing if I were you."

"I-I know" he says, looking down at his hot chocolate. [ib]"It's just...I...I...fell in love."[/ib]

Brontes almost saw the plains of the Underdark call to him as he choked when he heard Amare's revelation. "You what?! A mortal? No... Who is it?"

"He was mortal." I say with a sad smile "It was many years ago now...it ruined me entirely- you know. If it weren't for Emily I would have never of...it doesn't matter now." I sigh before looking back up at him "Do you know why the Gods were never suppose to understand Humans?"

Brontes's face darkened as he heard his words. He was half certain of what he would say, of the bitterness in his voice, bitterness only loss can cause.

"Because..." Amare swallows "Because if we did, we learn two of the most terrible and wonderful gifts Humanity has to offer- Love and kindess. For mortals, that is a beautiful gift, but for us...it can truly kill us. We're immortal, Brontes. If we could not stand pain and suffering- it would be agony. If we knew how they felt, we would become fearful of ever being Gods to them- because we would love them too much. Just like I do now. I've become too kind, Brontes. I understand what you've known for the longest time.

How do you cope?"

"You let it kill you. You let yourself love them, their hate, their love, their quirks and their terribly short lives. But to be honest, I don't know whats the next step. I've loved them but I've never been loved in return Amare for I am death, their destroyer. I've known kindness but love? Not, never tried that. You know what?"

Brontes stood up, excited for the first time in centuries.

"Once we're done with the whole 'I locked the Gods out of their realm' stuff, we're gonna find me a bride!"

"What?!" Amare stares at him, obviously confused.

"Amare..." Brontes whispered, puzzled.

Amare now stands up, glaring at him before saying in a surprisingly dark tone "What ever gave you the idea that I'd ever share you anyone else?! Have you forgotten everything about me?! No one loves you? Oh please! Get a grip why don't you?! In fact get over yourself! Ha, no one loves you.

I love you, you damn idiot!"

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"Oh you know, this and that." he replied, awkwardly tightening his grip around the boy. He didn't like to be touched and in fact it had been a long time since anyone had touched him but he would never dare pull away. It actually felt nice, being hugged. An entirely human act yet one could probably define love with it.

"I've missed you, God of Art and Music." he added, as he took away his hat and wore it.

Even as he takes the hat I don't let go- I'm still so very terrifed he'll disappear if I dare. Still there is an instant look of childish annoyance "Hey!" I pout and whine "Brroonnttteeesss! Give it back!"

"It does look better on you." Brontes replies as he puts it back on Amare's head. This felt just like the good old days yet he still had a lot to make up for.

Amare just looks smug at that "Yes, it does. Doesn't it?"

"So, once more, am terribly sorry- No in fact, I will do anything you ask of me, if that means that you'll forg-"

In an instant, Amare's expression changes from a bubbly child to the God he actually is "Sorry isn't going to cut it, you fully well damn know that." He says, holding onto Brontes tighter "However, a good start would be promising me- right here- right now- that you will never leave my side again."

"Hmm, I don't know..." Brontes said, risking another punch but he just loved messing with him.

There are now tears in the young boy's eyes. Normally he would accept such teasing, but not today- not today of all days. "Please..."

"I promise I will never walk forward without you right next to me until everything you see, in Heaven, Earth or the Underworld turns to nothingness and we too, disappear. That I vow to you as Brontes, God of the Dead and your friend." he replied, dead serious this time. A promise he would honor to the end.

Through the tears, Amare slowly smiles. Never in his entire life has he felt comforted by the words of another like he has been right now. It is possible the most wonderful emortion in the world. Finally feeling somewhat relaxed, Amare lets go of his death-grip of the God. Now, instead settling for just holding his hand. Saying "Thank you."

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@Blackmist16 xD You, Etain or Arthur actually as you three are the most likely to attack Brontes.

@Lucas Tallador

@Blackmist16@heroofhyrule50@Etain

Bring it on, puny Gods!