Undying Curiosity

The End of Pride and Glory. (WIP)

"It's okay..."

"Is it?"

"We've done everything we need to do. To stay would be selfish."

"I know Prideti, It's just...I've poured so much of myself into them i- it's hard to pull myself away. Just give me some time, please."

"Very well"

Prideti walked off to the gathering where the others stood. This may have been the first time in millenniums since last they've gathered. It was truly a sight worthy of praise, sadly, this sight would never be seen again. Today was the agreed-upon day, there was no other way. If they'd abandoned their duty now, last second, it may have catastrophic repercussions on the world below. Prideti looked over his shoulder, watching Creati stare down at the world that he loved so much. He may have loved the place more than any other, well, not Passionti, nobody could love anything more than Passionti.

"It's Time." Prideti bellowed his voice thunder to those around him. "You are all aware I am not one to linger." Creati nodded his head, whispering something to himself. Everyone could feel the power from the words he whispered, most likely Creati was giving power to them one last time before he chose one. This would make his chosen one weaker than the rest, but make them all stronger as a whole. Intelligenti watched Creati and began to speak, "Now is not the time, Creati. You should save what power you have for your chosen one. The little power you gave everyone just now might be your chosen one's downfall. You-"

"Silence!" Creati roared back. The air grew thick with tension after that. It was wise not to anger one of the ten, but Creati, in particular, was an especially frightful one when angered. Often passive and would act as a mediator, Creati rarely showed anger, this little outburst was enough to quiet the splashing of Earthti's waves. Creati begrudgingly joined the formation. No words, there was nothing else to say, Creati was the last one to join the formation, it was time to began. Prideti let out a sigh of relief, the time has come, the day he has been waiting on for an eternity. One by one they gave up their being, Releasing their power into the world below. They were giving up their divinity in order to preserve the earth indefinitely and their power to their chosen ones. It was a truly righteous thing they were doing. The world below may still worship them, but there would be no one to hear their prayers, only the shadows of those who once were. Prideti was the last one. It was just him and the rain, the world miles upon miles below his feet.

"I am the last god...Feels good, actually." He whispered to himself. He was supposed to give up his power now. He was supposed to pick a chosen one. He was supposed to do as the others did, this is what they agreed on. But... Feels so good... Who could stop him right now? There was no other being like him now that the others left. The world only needed one god anyway. The Victorious one. "It will be better this way. Only one god." He whispered again. Glory. Their chosen ones will have an inherent hatred towards him, manifest from the gods within them... I am the only one this world needs. But what will they be able to do? Curse Him? Prideti bellowed loudly, "No one can do anything!! AHAHA! There's nothing to be afraid of! I'll just make everything bad go away!!" Prideti laughed some more to himself...and stepped out of formation.

The End of Pride and Glory. (WIP)

_{The Bits}

Old Gods

• Creati (Art, Imagine, Create)
• Passionti (Empathy, Sympathy, Compassion, Love)
• Progressti (Growth, Perseverance)
• Stubborti (Steadfast, Unmoving, Routine)
• Intelligenti (Ingenuity, Think, Solve, Scholar)
• Healthti (Physical Strength, Stamina, Dextertrous)
• Independanti (Greed, Alone, One)
• Earthti (Earth, Sky, Element, Force)
• Purposti (Meaning, Religion, Philosophy, Spiritual)
• Prideti (Pride, Glory, Renown, Compete, Victory)

Modern Gods

• Prideti (All, Everything, Total, Nothing)

Characters (Will add as they appear)

• Sarra
• Coyle
• Mother
• Father
• Mayor Rizahn
• Ched

Locations

• wip

King's Pass Mountains

~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles pressed his lips into a line when he heard the tiefling speak. It was obvious Miles wasn't as discreet with his words as he liked to be, but it couldn't be helped. Before he could come up with a witty response that would deflect the tieflings question, the blacksmith spoke.

He was a funny one, even if it was unintentional. "Now I'm sure this fellow didn't mean it literally...But I get it." Miles said. He looked down to the road ahead of them, taking a few steps before finally replying to the tiefling. "For the record, I am. A nasty trap that could make quick work of my innards seems like a dangerous possibility. But at least the trap did it's job honestly. The trap decided to kill me the moment I triggered it, not after it let me believe it was safe. Now it's right obvious a traps not sentient, but you get the gist."

Miles paused for a second then looked the tiefling in his eyes."I'm not one to get all shady on ya, but not everyone is as nice as I am. Strewth, I might be the nicest fellow 'ere!!" Miles bellowed after that statement. He rested his head back on his neck, his chin in the air and his throat poking forward. A smirk grew across his lips as he regarded the sky. Oh this is going to be fun.he thought. All those days of witty banter with his comrades made him comfortable with passive aggressiveness. I wonder who will be the first to try and call me out on the things I say...

King's Pass Mountains

~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles nodded at Ana, acknowledging her response, then giving a quick glance at the others of the group just mere paces behind him. He turned his head forward and started speaking in a hushed tone, making sure only the blacksmith could hear him, "I've only took quick glances at it, makin' sure it said nothin' bout giving up all the riches." He paused, then continued, assuring himself that the others couldn't make out what he's saying. "All I know is that the scrolls are off limits to us, Ana is the only one who can take those home. But if she tries to stop me from taking me fair cut? Well...contract be dammned, I wont be played for no fool. Sorcereress or not she will have a fight on her hands."

His dark tone and hushed voice seemed subside for the time being and his outwardly nonchalant demeanor came forth, "Don't you worry none, I'm sure it'll all work out for us in the end, yeah?" He gave the man a friendly pat on the shoulder.

He continued to walk the street, buildings and various other paths passed him by. He started to think about the journey more. He was taking a liking to the blacksmith, not sure why, the man obviously had his own secrets just like the rest of them. Maybe it was the way he held himself or the way he spoke formally in this informal setting. It kinda reminded Miles of the officers back home. I guess we'll see just how long he keeps up that persona... He thought to himself.

King's Pass Mountains

~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles pulled on the strap of his bag with his left hand, tightening it comfortably on his shoulder. His right hand lazily rested on the hilt of his sheathed sword. He reminisced the time when he'd gotten this sword. Before he was just using the standard issued blade most every soldier received, but on that day he got a choice. He never regretted his sword choice and to this day it is still a fond memory of his. I just hope I can put in a few more years with you, this is a dangerous one...I really don't know if we'll all make it out. But, we gotta stay positive. Miles thought, looking at his sword. He imagined his sword giving back a hopeful smile.

Miles had already started walking, giving little consideration to the others, "Hurry up with you! No point standin' round like a bunch of starflowers, let's get a move on." He spun around on his toes to face the group but continued to walk, walking backwards away from them. "The sooner we get to fightin' the sooner you folks can see just how useful each of you are." Miles bellowed. He spun back on his heel and faced the way he was walking. He wasn't quite sure if this was the way Ana intended to go, but it was the closest road that led to the cities edge. He figured Ana would correct him if he was going the wrong way, which, he didn't think he was.

King's Pass Mountains

~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles nodded to the sorceress, glancing over the rest of the party. Why would they gather here at this spot at this time and not wish to join the adventuring party? Miles wasn't going to say this out loud my he couldn't silence his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was be on the bad side of his employer. He searched around in his bag for the contract he'd signed the previous night in his room. "So tell me girl, what 'appens when one of us don't wanna sign it, but still try to tag along anyway, huh?" Miles said, his voice losing that early morning raspiness."I mean, let's be real here. Are you willin' to murda just for the scrolls? On second thought...Ignore that, yeah?"

Miles fished out the contract, his initials signed at the bottom of the page where indicated. He handed the contract to Ana and gave her another nod, "Off we go then... Where's our first stop?" Miles said, strolling towards the city edge.

King's Pass Mountains

I'm not sure there's anything left for our characters to do besides wakeup and get ready. Most characters have don't that already anyways. It feels like we're all just waiting for GM to push the story.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Zeyruun waited for what felt like an eternity. Only a few moments had passed but the adrenaline and energy that coursed through his body made time feel slower. He didn't quite understand what this mystery person was doing. Why attack now? Could the attacker not see Zeyruun and Akshay both standing before higher beings? It was flat out disrespectful, no, blasphemous. Zeyruun clenched his war hammer tighter in his hands. A fire began to burn in his stomach, swelling of emotion threatened to burst out. "You Dare- " He stopped. From his peripherals, he saw mist, no, something more ominous. Before he could gauge exactly what just happened his vision was swarmed with a cloud of thick smoke.

Zeyruun's lack of armour was made painfully apparent when he realized just how defenceless he was. Of course, he had Akshay behind him but his front wasn't exactly well equipped to block anything. This smoke made his mind race a bit too much, he needed to stay calm in situations like these. This has been Zeyruun's first altercation, his first reason to fight, his first anything in this life. His subconscious forced memories into Zeyruun's mind. Memories of the flames of battles lost over and over again, Memories of endless suffering at the hands of a vengeful god and memories of Zeyruun himself fighting for a cause that he now no longer saw reason in...

Stop It! You're in Battle!

Zeyruun blinked with wide eyes as if he had just woken from a terrifying nightmare. His wide eyes narrowed trying to peer through the smoke. Nothing. He would have to rely on his other senses, this attacker was masterful in their execution, it would likely be Zeyruun's sense of touch that would help him here. The vibrations in the ground of Akshay behind him and the beating of his heart were the only things that Zeyruun felt. Another moment passed and Zeyruun felt...something else. No time. He must attack now or miss the opportunity.

Zeryuun slid his right hand up the shaft of the hammer until the knuckle of his thumb just barely touched the hammers head. He brought the hammerhead close to his right shoulder and his left hand raised to shoulder height. This stance looked so odd, yet, felt as normal as any other stance he would hold. Zeyruun wouldn't fight like this, this stance was intended for a single lunging attack that would throw his weight into a powerful thrust. He charged forward towards the 'something' he heard. When he felt he was close he pushed out with his hammer with all the might he could muster praying it would connect with something.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

I haven't left, I've just been weirdly busy these last few days. Will get a post up tomorrow

King's Pass Mountains

~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles turned his head to the blacksmith, his back against the rising sun. The man seemed a bit too chipper for miles liking especially at such early hours, but to each their own. Miles let out a soft raspy chuckle, "And miss the opportunity to quest? Don't think so." His tired voice paired with his slight accent made the words jumble together. He cleared his throat and raised his voice a bit, "I may hate the mornings, but a good fellow would neva pass this up, yeah?"

He rustled uncomfortably in his armor. His body felt a bit sluggish and his eyes still begged him to close, but he didnt have time to grab food, at least that's what he thought. He had realized he'd been idly toying with his topaz ring, sliding it back and forth around his finger. "Don't suppose you saw the others in there, gettin' ready or whatever?" He said to the blacksmith.