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07-07-2014, 04:33 PM
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God of the Spark
Wit was one thing. Brevity was another. And while the God appreciated both, he appreciated the latter more. No wonder Illynx made him the Haruspex. The God mused as Sin spoke. An army would die before he'd finished explaining battle plan. Maybe that's what happened to old bones and the pretty one. Death by monocled soliloquy. The thought made him grin, but not as much as hearing that Deimos and Illynx were still in command. They wouldn't be forever - he had seen who would take their places next...When he stepped out of the timestream, it wasn't always immediately clear to him when he was; the change in Haruspex might have signaled a change in other leadership too. The God was glad to hear he had arrived before that change occurred.
As if on cue, Illynx in all her golden splendor arrived. As she knelt before him, his emotionless gaze fell upon her, merely waiting for her to rise. He appreciated the effort, appreciated her respect, but did little more than bob his blocky head to demonstrate this. Illynx was not one who required herself to be constantly validated, which was convenient, since he was not the sort to constantly give it.
As Sin spoke of the armistice, the God nodded. He had told the last Haruspex that peace would befall the Basin if they stopped being such assholes to the outside world. Lo and behold, they had finally taken his advice. Amazing what happens when you listen to your God. As Illynx echoed these sentiments, the God exhaled. A world where everyone just got along. What would that be like? How long would this fragile little armistice last? Not long. They could count on that. Only...well. He wouldn't spoil their hope. But maybe he would help guide them, so they didn't get too lost in this this notion of peace-making.
As the conversation turned to the tent, the God nodded approvingly. He'd watched the two at work - watched in fast-forward from the time stream - as they wove and created their structure. Sound-proofing it was an interesting idea. The Basin was already so secluded...Interesting that there still seemed to be a need for privacy amongst such a tightly knit group.
Looking to Illynx now, for only she could make the sort of bargain he had in mind, the God nodded his horned head. Electricity crackled around him, as his piercing gaze narrowed in thought. "You ask for magic usable to anyone, a gift I'm sure you realize is unparalleled in the other herd lands. I can do this for you, at a price. A bargain really. I need a volunteer, willing to give up their magic. But it cannot be just anyone, GildedBlade. Only the magic of your inner council shall do, should you want this tent completed to your specifications."
He looked back to the Haruspex with a wry smile. "Pity this one doesn't have magic. We could have had your tent up and running in no time. Ahh well. I have other plans for you, Zikar-Sin"
Turning back to Illynx, the God regarded her with a cool amusement. "Do we have a deal?"
The God requires a ranked member of the Basin to "willingly" give up their magic.
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FOXX
