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Terra - Official - 06-09-2012 d'Artagnan March 13th, 2012 at 5:51pm d’Art climbed his way up the narrow path that kept him safe from the rather slow lava flow of the volcano. It wasn’t something you saw very often and before he had begun this travel upwards, d’Artagnan had watched in fascination as the lava oozed its way out of its cage and slithered down the rocky slopes. For something so destructive it looked rather serene. That wasn’t what he had come here for. It was something rather more profound and the mahogany stag ran through what he was going to say as his grey hooves reached the entrance to the shrine. He halted for a little while as to catch his breath so he could speak clearly, a red stomach moved a little faster than normal. Regaining his composure, d’Art raised his head and walked into the shrine of the earth god then proceeded to bow in respect. Holding his normal formal expression d’Artagnan spoke "Hail the lord of the earth! I seek guidance on those plants and other earthly foliage that can be used to kill and save. Teach me of poison and antidote great God of the Earth!” His voice rang with passion, mismatched eyes burned as he spoke the words committed to memory. He had been blessed by this gods brother with the powers to heal others, d’Artagnan now wanted the knowledge to aid the herd he was now partly responsible for and to kill all those who defied them. Mauja the FrostHeart March 14th, 2012 at 5:21pm Mauja absolutely hated heat, so he was not thrilled at accompanying d'Artagnan to the Vein of the Gods. The heat from the volcano made him uncomfortable. He was a creature of the north. One that loved and adored snow and ice, not one that wanted to be surrounded by heat, lava, volcanoes, fire. He said nothing as he traveled with d'Artagnan and still said nothing as his doctor called upon the God of the Earth. His white tail flicked and he looked over at the red stallion as he waited for the god to descend to speak with them; his children that wanted knowledge of poisons, antidotes, and other plant properties. His gaze moved from d'Art to the sky and he waited. God of the Earth March 18th, 2012 at 7:56pm The sound of rumbling underneath the travelers’ hooves begin, with a light shaking of the earth. Colored mists of every shade of green, brown and blue begin to seep from the shrine, and then, in an instant, a looming figure appears behind it. A jolly whistle greets them, warding off the rather ominous feeling cast by a large shadow. The God steps forward, pulling his massive form around the shrine, revealing a large, bay body. Emerald eyes twinkle first at D’artagnan, then stray to the icy figure of Mauja. With a flap of enormous wings, feathers tug loose and swirl in the air before the limbs rest on the great back of the Earth God. Tips of white stream from the edges of his mane, reflecting the chill of winter that would surround the air, were it not for the lava that swirled and trailed down the side of the mountain. “Welcome, my sons,” the God says, smile tugging on his features. They were roughly carved, as if punched out of stone with a crude instrument, but the soft hands of time smoothed out the rougher lines, curving the features and giving him an oddly rugged yet delicate appearance. “Poisons, boy? What good could those bring?” he asks, his green eyes narrowing shrewdly. The god did not care for such suspicious things being granted by his magic. “You seem like a bit of a shady character,” he says, voice calm but powerful. “Especially your friend back there.” The god lifts his head, decorated by two massive ram horns, in contemplation. What the stallion before him asked was simple enough, yet there was a cruelty in its reason that made him hesitant to grant such a wish. After letting out a long sigh, like the rushing of a waterfall, the God look directly at the smaller unicorn before him. “My sister has granted you the ability to heal, yet you seek the power to kill. It seems a waste.” Saddened by these boys, the God’s face looked wrinkled and tired. Even the emerald eyes, usually so full of life, seemed a bit dull. “I will impart my knowledge to you, but with this knowledge will come a curse, D’Artagnan of the World’s Edge. For every soul that falls ill by your doing, you must also improve the life of another. If you do not, your body will grow weak, you will fall sick, and, eventually, you might even die if you plague too many and give nothing back.” The great figure of the God was completely still, his frame locked in position as his eyes watched the unicorns carefully. “Do you accept this price?” d'Artagnan April 1st, 2012 at 11:08am d’Artagnan had a hard time listening to the god at first with his appearance intriguing the stallion. He knew the gods were different so it would make sense for them to look different, the earth god obviously representing the earth itself. Yet it still left the blood bay dumbfounded on first appearance, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but his imagination hadn’t quite stretched to this level. When the god mentioned the poisons d’Art managed to pull himself from his initial shock and concentrate on the words he spoke. The god clearly had suspicions of d’Artagnan and the stallion knew that it probably wouldn’t bode well for a healer to be seeking such things. However, if the race of the unicorn was ever to reign supreme, this knowledge might be one of the major keys into bringing it to fruition. He listened as the god laid his terms for such knowledge. There was always a price and it was something d’Artagnan had kept in mind before coming up here, if he did not follow the terms he would grow sick and maybe even die. Death was not something that bothered d’Art too much, he’d been near it before and had still managed to claw his way back to the living. Although this time it was death through sickness and the red stag now knew that if he accepted these terms it’d be like signing his own fate away. The future was still uncertain and d’Artagnan didn’t know if he’d be able to keep the poison and the healing balance always true, the context of situation may force him to upset the balance. In comparison it allowed him to easily eliminate enemies and heal his own kind. It was a risk, d’Artagnan noted, but one that must be taken in order to gain another step towards the true and perfect world. d’Art raised his eyes to the strange looking God of Earth and replied "I understand the price… I accept this as my fate if I do not concur to such rules”. The stallion watched the God and wondered what Mauja thought of the whole thing, he’d been silent all the way here and d’Artagnan didn’t want to press him if the King felt no need to say anything. April 18th, 2012 at 11:30am The giant watches D'Artagnan carefully, emerald green eyes intensely staring at the mortal who sought knowledge to end the lives of others. The stallion did not seem to fear the possibility of death, which puzzled the Earth God tremendously. What was more important than the life of yourself? The life of others, perhaps, but this stallion knew not of what he would consider love. The plan which rested in the unicorn's minds was insidious, whatever it was, but the Earth God hoped that he could control the spread of poison to this sole individual. He might meet illness, the God thought, but at least he would try to avoid death. Most would fight against the slipping into the after life. The pause before the agreement was a sign that it had been thoroughly thought over. The Earth God was pleased that he at least considered declining. Eventually, the greed so rampant among his children won over, and a sadness rested in those wide, green eyes. "Very well," he said, his rumbling voice quiet, but still powerful. Stepping closer to the unicorn, the God stretched out his muzzle to touch the soft fur of D'Artagnan's shoulder. With that touch, a flooding of images began to surge toward the bay stallion's mind. Herbs, their names, where they could be found, their poisonous properties, and their antidotes all became one orderly collage of knowledge to the young man. Some that caused the flesh to rot, others that would bring a flood of blood to your mouth, and those that would drag your illness for weeks, leading to an inevitable yet painful death. The Earth God knew the possibilities of all his creations, sharing this slice with the healer from the Edge. When the God stepped back, years of study were left on easy recall for D'Artagnan. "Guard your knowledge well, my son," he warned, his voice heavy and serious. "For it will not protect you from the effects of these plants, should your friend turn to enemy." Within the blink of an eye, the colossus had disappeared. |