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nervous meetings (Earth God)

Wilibald Posts: 44
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Stallion :: Equine :: 14.0 hh :: 8 years
Sarah
#1

There were two things that Wilibald was putting off because they seemed rather… insane. One of them wasn’t so bad but this one… this was the big one. Every morning for the past several days, Wilibald had rolled over in his little sleeping spot and looked at the shining, glistening pool and decided that it was not the right day to go seeing if any god wanted to talk. Well not just ‘any’ god. The Earth God. Of all the gods, that seemed like one that Wilibald could start a conversation with.

His compliments to the creator of this land!

Though really, the entire concept of gods still baffled him. He was skeptical and unsure of magic, unsure of the idea that there were dieties living in this world that contained more power than he could have ever hoped to imagine. So if there were gods, and he wasn't entirely convinced (much as he trusted Midas), he made up his mind rather quickly that they were to be feared. And thus the source of his procrastination. Why hasten the conversation that may very well end his life? If not by the god's work, then surely by his own little heart giving out as the final pieces of 'normality' were shattered.

Clearly, this was a big day.

On this morning, where the sky and the pool were equally clear, Wilibald willed himself forward with a decisive shake of his head. Midas had seen fit to grant him this power, this responsibility, and though every single part of him screamed to waddle out of here as fast as his chubby little legs could carry him – Wilibald would at least give it a shot.

He was here to get new experiences after all!

Too nervous to eat for more than half an hour (a mere half of his usual breakfast) he finally plodded up to the edge of the pool. Though he had approached and retreated from it almost daily recently, up close he could truly lose himself while marvelling at the beauty of the gemstones that provided the substrate. He wondered if perhaps the Earth God lived inside the pool and it was for this reason that Wilibald did not allow his hooves to touch the water. It would be very rude to enter another’s premises without first being invited in!

An awkward moment passed where the small, chestnut pony was uncertain of how to proceed. Though there were no gods to worship in his home, the mere word and the weight behind it suggested that rudeness or faltering would not be tolerated. Skepticism must be swallowed for the moment, and if there was anything the Anduin Ponies could do well - it was would be behaving politely when they weren't sure what else to do. “Blessed morning to you, mighty Earth God! I am Wilibald, son of Hamfast, and the new Storyteller for this herd.” A small pause. Formalities and pleasantries came easy to him but the very best were needed. “It would be a great honour to make your acquaintance, if you have a moment to spare.” Now, to wait? Gods must be very busy and Wilibald wondered if perhaps he should have waited until later in the day. To be certain that he wasn’t waking anyone up! Perhaps there was a whole Earth-God family living in this pool. It surely would get very lonely, with none but fish and frogs and fat little ponies to talk to.




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God of the Earth Posts: 287
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless
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#2

The GOD of the EARTH

earth god like quote here~



The God smiled from his his metaphysical state as the little stallion approached the pool and began speaking to it as if the water had some sort of personality. At least he had good manners and was a rather happy fellow, so he decided to make his presence known. The surface of the water began to shake, and with a great rush, he stepped out of the pool, giving life to Wilibald's somewhat misguided thoughts that he lived there. He did not do this on purpose, of course. He had no idea what the little brown stallion was thinking.

Once out of the water, the large, shire of a god shook the water from his dark, tangled man and looked at the man before him with his lillypad green eyes. A genuine, kind smile crossed his lips as he looked down at the smaller one, feeling that his size was rather imposing. Still, he tried to be kind.

"Good day to you too, Wilibald. I am pleased to meet the guardian of my land." The God had been instrumental in reshaping the Foothills to be habitable again once the mountains fell. He was rather proud of it now. Is there anything else you need on this day besides initial greetings?" he asked, shifting his weight a little and sinking slightly into the soft ground.

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Wilibald Posts: 44
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Stallion :: Equine :: 14.0 hh :: 8 years
Sarah
#3

Well. Midas had warned him - well, told him… Wilibald just took it to heart as a warning - that there really was the God of the Earth. The idea was appealing and similar to what he had been keeping reverence of his entire life. He just did not know that there was a face that went along with the idea.

And boy was it a face! And it was attached to the largest body that he had ever seen. Intimidating? Oh yes. He wondered how such a body could even function but then, this was a God he was facing. A god that lived inside a pool.

And here he was, walking right out of the pool and let me tell you, that was a sight that this pony was not going to forget for a very, very long time. Eyes widened and his little heart beat furiously as he took a step back. He wanted to take many more than just that step though, he wanted to get out of there - if only to stop the patter of his heart that quite felt like it was going to give out any second.

Being told wasn’t enough, it just wasn’t. He felt breathless as he beheld the spectacle before him, a spectacle that began to address him once he was standing on the shore as well. He needed to remind himself that he was here for a job, a job that the kind Midas had entrusted him with and he needed to see it through. He could do this - he could talk to someone that was… significantly taller. “Quite the land it is too, sir - Midas spoke of it’s splendor when we met and truly, mere words had not done it justice - even in the voice of a king.” No matter what the size of the horse, what was growing out of their head or back, manners were important. And he liked the look of the smile on the God’s face but his chest still felt tight as he shook his head to try to clear some of the dizziness.

How embarrassing would it be to faint in front of their patron God!

He was asked then if there was anything else that was needed. “There was um…” Don’t falter now, Wilibald! He tried to get a handle on the way his voice was shaking as he tried to remember what it was that Midas had talked to him about. He prided himself on his use of words, on being able to address anyone with a smooth ease, but all of that was lost as he alternated between staring and trying not to stare. He hadn’t felt this nervous before! Not even when he asked the fair Marigold to go on a walk with him. “Um… oh, yes, sorry, sir. The Basin - the unicorn herd to the North? - and the Edge. Can either of them be trusted for alliances?” He wondered how many questions it would be polite to ask or how many would be too much, but before he could continue he was suddenly stricken with horror at how terrible he had phrased the first one. Oh no, this would not do. “Oh dear, I do apologize. I’m just a little nervous.”


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God of the Earth Posts: 287
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless
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#4

The GOD of the EARTH

Rocks and dirt work just as hard as the stars, to be what they are.



The God chuckled - a sound both hearty and powerful. Even the water seemed to dance with amusement, as a paternal gaze was cast upon the little stallion. Was he really such a sight to behold? He was tall, sure. But so were the likes of Mauja and Archibald. Was it his power? Possibly. But if this little fellow retained even a fraction of what Midas must have surely told him, then he would know that the God would not strike down his own Storyteller, without significant provocation. So what was there to be feared? Why did the creature tremble so? Did he do this at the base of mountains? At the summit of the Heavenly Fields? Still amused by this unnecessary reverence, the God lowered his horned brow to listen to what Wilibald had to say.

As the stallion spoke, the God leaned backwards on his haunches thoughtfully, powerful gaze narrowing in contemplation. Was this Midas' doing? Why hadn't the paint come to speak for himself, if he wondered about an alliance? The Basin and the Edge...then it had to Midas' doing, for the Throat was not listed amongst the candidates. Likely because Midas already knew they would ally themselves readily. Whatever the reason this stallion was here, the God was pleased. He had had so many StoryTellers shirk their duties, that he was glad to see one who confronted them - even if he did tremble.

Breathing out gently, a calming breeze wafted towards Wilibald. Leaves and small particles of water danced in the air, before settling on the brow stallion like a gentle mist. The magic which moved the foliage was meant to calm the stallion, and instill in him strength and vigor. It would pass after a time, but the God hoped it would replace his nervousness at coming to see him, with a sense of strength and pride.

"Although the Edge used to be a secluded and secretive group, my sister's influence does not seem to have permeated to the heart of their new leaders. I foresee little difficulty with allying with the Edge. The Basin however...They are an interesting group. They hold steadfast to their values, and have a strength that could have toppled this land, or the Throat, had they not greedily tried attacking both at once." Pausing, the God thought of the Invasion of a few seasons past, sighing wearily. "Likely, they might consider becoming allies...but do not expect them to come to your aid out of respect of mere words of good will. You will need to offer them something in return - as the Grey who occupied these lands so long ago, did. Perhaps your crafters could come to an agreement...or your warriors. Whatever you decide, know that the Basin will always do what is in their best interest. Never forget that."



Congratulations! The God has refreshed Wilibald! For the next 7 days, Wilibald will have a renewed sense of strength and his energy will fade far, far slower.

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