Rumors were always spreading about places with power. Whether it was about strong rulers, ominous legends, prophecies of death and redemption or whispers of blessed beings, they traveled from mouth to mouth and reached far beyond the intended destinations. This place, this magical land and its divine guardians were spoken of in whispers and legends in the distant lands beyond the Threshold. It was said that it was one of the rare places where magic still ran wild through nature, raw and unrefined. They said it was containable, malleable only through the grace of the gods, and that even the most common of creature could grow in power if only they managed to persuade one of the Immortal ones.
Unlike most, Djinn never truly doubted the rumors. Born in a land just as magical as this one where conflicts and wars had been waged and settled with magic, and born with the powerful light burning throughout the soul he was a living proof that the legends might hold some truth.
But as he now approached the four shrines after crossing the hazardous path across the lava fields and stopped before them, he squinted in the bright spring light and gazed at them with hesitation. Was this really the home of something as powerful as a god? There hadn't been anything like this in Isilme as far as he could remember, only an old ruin haunted by a malicious demon who craved steep prices for anything you gained. He had been feared and loathed, and still they had all gone to him to have their wishes fulfilled. Were the gods of Helovia as stingy as the old Tome Guardian had been? Would they charge him more for the power than it was worth?
Then again, he was greedy and honest enough to admit that he was willing to do just about anything to become stronger. Beyond the strength he could gain by training his body and honing the mind through battle and process of thought, there was power to find within Helovia that went beyond ones wildest imagination. Some had received a taste of it already, and his birthright didn't quite stand up to par with most. As good as it was in defense purposes, it was useless in an attack.
And the pale demon didn't wish to be equal. He wanted to be grand, striking the other mortals with awe where he went. He wanted something so useful, so versatile in nature that no one would know how he was going to strike, capable of aiding as well as striking... Ah yes, he knew what he wanted, just not if he would be able to attain it.
Thus, he prepared himself to have to crawl before the gods if needed and made as respectful a bow as he could manage; a curt lowering of the neck, stiff with all the pride and awareness of his own mortality a mercenary could muster. Realizing, that a god caught on a bad day would be as likely to kill him on the spot as they were to bless him.
"I'm not one to pray, you know" he said, gaze trailing from shrine to shrine before hovering somewhere in between. "I suppose its rude to come here too, offering nothing and craving things in return... But if you're in a mood to spare this mortal one's life, I'd appreciate if you could spare some time."
Speaking in a matter of fact way, the tall unicorn then raised his neck and settled in, prepared to wait as long as was necessary before one of the gods deigned to answer. He was patient; he'd remain where he was until he got the attention he wanted.
[OOC: Using VoTG pass won by CoTM
Questing for Telekinesis, the ability to move one or multiple objects with the mind. ]
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Greed [Any god]
