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[OPEN] I am the fire [Quest Turn-In - Sun]

Erebos Posts: 474
Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
#1

He roamed, he discovered, he chased, and he deceived – and he’d grown, taller, mightier, wiser, for all the time he’d spent with the Sun God’s advice coiled about his mind. ”You must let go of what you cannot have,” the great being once said, glaring and powerful, menacing and bright – and Erebos had relinquished some moments, paid heed to the comments, had spurned new chapters and missions: lost friends to the slender annals of time, snagged opportunities to harm, to heal, yielding and adhering to portions of the divine one’s wisdom. But some parts of the sagacity still bristled and burned: when Aithniel had said she didn’t need them, when Arwen’s murderer still walked and stole and was permitted to unravel lives for the sake of his own greed, when the world continued tumbling down at their feet and they were left to fend with the unknown.
 
Perhaps, instead of letting go, he’d simply found a way to forge what he wanted, what he craved, across a different path.
 
”…if you wish to do those of your past justice,” - was his goal enough? Would the greater, grander power of his fire, of his invocations, of his deadly, burning, scorching enchantments be enough to settle the art of requisition? Would it inspire further wrath? Would it simmer and unravel and devastate the figure he sought to annihilate? Would it make dreams and goals reality?
 
Or would it just lead to further ruin, decay, and wreckage?
 
He’d taken the opportunity granted to him, conspiring, plotting, and waiting for the chances, the instances to herald good deeds, and weave new threads to carry him into the future. He remembered the boy and his new item, the girl in the forest, the child buried in the ice. They aided him, they inspired him, they encased themselves within his skull, and he used their hopes, their wiles, their smiles, and their misfortunes for his self-discovery, for his benefit, for his plotting, calculating whims.
 
But the boy wasn’t capricious, wasn’t mercenary as he wandered into the midst of the Gods, as he bowed before the bright, luminescent lava, as he lowered his knees in front of the ashen altar, and prayed in his reverential whisper. “Brilliant Sun God, I have done as you asked.” He continued, closing his vivid eyes and conjuring the sight of those who’d assisted him in his unspoken quest, in his unholy journey. “With my fire, I discovered a colt's boots in the darkness, drew a child from an icy tomb, and befriended a girl in the woods.” Then he drew silent, hoping, beckoning, imploring for this newfound possibility to becoming stronger.

[ Quest turn in from http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=18707
 
You must learn to let go of what you cannot have, if you wish to do those of your past justice. Prove to me that you can move forward. Using the magic you have now, you must demonstrate your ability in three ways: forge a new relationship from the flames you possess, aid someone in need, and discover something new. Return to me then."
 
Forge a new relationship: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=19247
Aiding someone in need: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=19061
Discovering something new: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=18729
 
Please let me know if some of these threads don’t work/adhere to the task given, and I can provide some alternates. ^__^ Thank you!]
 

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#2


The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down


"Indeed you have." The God's voice billowed from unseen lips.

Light poured down from the heavens, illuminating the tattered and tired stones that littered the Veins. The God often thought of having someone clean the place up but ... such things did not really contribute to his vanity. Better that this Godliness was made even more magnificent in comparison with the pathetic shrine that housed his name. The God appeared through a puddle of sunlight - his shiny and molten form glistening in the light that sparkled around him.

"I saw you also fighting against the Crocodile God in the Flats. Your efforts were appreciated. "

Folding his golden wings to his lithe sides, the God inspected the unicorn for a moment, silently. He knew what it was to long to change the past, to bring back those who were gone, to write wrongs which had long since ceased to exist. But such fires only burned the user. Perhaps that was why the Sun God constantly dripped molten fire.  

"Have you moved forward? Have you let the ashes of your past burn away? Or do you intend to use your new gifts to re-ignite what is long gone?"

Would the stallion before him even know? Surely he would think that he had moved on, but had he? The God was skeptical. And yet it was not his place to decide for others. He had given Erebos a quest that he thought might aid him in this transition. If the boy fulfilled the Gods demands, and yet still did not see. Well...such was the fate of mortals. 



Erebos has been granted the following!

:: [ Magic: DarkxFire (U) | Ability to cause combustion upon touch ]
:: [ Restrictions | Can either cause intense damage to two dinner-plate sizes areas, or broad burning damage to a 4ft x 4ft area ]

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Erebos Posts: 474
Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
#3

The scion was met with fire – pure, brilliant fire, embers and ashes and flames, crashing and whirling and curling all around him. Still very much a boy, he revered the blistering, scorching distortions, eyes wide and awed all over again as the tender blaze ignited and unfurled, and the God within presided, granting, bestowing, and querying. Blinded by the art of magnificence, by the sheer conflagration of power, the state of his ambition was rendered mute for a few, scarce moments while he rebuilt his boldness. Perhaps even Orsino, silent and vigil, retained absolute quiet, tucked between his legs in a pile of sable fur and nonchalant reflection. As daring renewed, his gallant little heart reaching and searching for the narrow bits of pride, audacity, and wit, he rose steadily from the ground, staring at the incensed puddle, at the ramparts of effervescent dominance and supremacy (something he craved, but couldn’t touch, couldn’t have, couldn’t possibly begin to understand). The youth carved his form into one more bow in the presence of the celestial being, in the reverence of the sun and its holy rule, posturing politeness through the stream of gilded torrents and idle fortifications. “Thank you, and you’re welcome.” Erebos hadn’t realized he’d even been noticed amongst the wild throng intertwined throughout the Flats, but perhaps the Sun possessed even greater sovereignty than he realized (how wonderful it must have been to see all, know all, and conquer all).
 
But the questions sanctioned to his frame were chilling and barbaric, because the deity must have realized, must have felt, must have conjured the notion of understanding – witnessed the sinister outlook, foreshadowing, augured, veiled retaliation of the colt before him. Desperation and vengeance clawed along the boy’s ribs, intertwined past his heart, seared and simmered and seethed with a keen, molten ambience, glowing past all the stalwart notions and the valorous sentiments, turning and twisting into nefarious, unholy armaments. The avaricious plume bloomed within him, wild and untamed, uncoiling at the vicious, vehement thorns nestled within his throat: he was invigorated by the annals, by the roots, by the segments of requital, and he couldn’t lie to the beast who’d hoped to aid him in moving forward. The prince’s eyes pierced back onto the folded wings of the God, upon the golden helm, upon the righteous peaks and the illustrious stance, posturing honesty where there was naught else to warrant. “I’m not sure.” His gaze fell away, along the melted, consumed ashes, across the churning lava, before he was caught in the rapture again, lost and confused, befuddled and rattled. “I know I can’t bring Arwen back – but I also can’t let him get away with it.” Then, he posed a query of his own, trying, attempting, to surmise an answer from the folds of foils and debacles, wondering how far he’d go, pondering when and how he’d be consumed by the threads and cycles of revenge. “Is that wrong?” Should he be doing something else to bring down the foe, the enemy, the Colossus with his dragons, with his stolen items, with his injustice and false creeds? Was he meant to simply stand aside, like so many before him, remain utterly indifferent and reticence as the world moved on, as strangers were allowed to snatch artifacts and lives? 


 

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God of the Sun Posts: 198
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#4


The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down


The God thoughtfully waited while Erebos contemplated his question. It pleased the deity that the rambunctious need that he had felt in the boy's mind so long ago, had dulled somewhat. Perhaps his glowing past-pain would always illuminate the dark places of his heart and mind, but so long as they were not a scalding fire, the Sun would be pleased.

"No, it is not wrong." He began, his elegant head nodding with understanding. "Exacting a cold revenge is not the same as clinging to the wrongs of the past, and refusing to move on. Perhaps if you shift your sights to the future, and how you might defend Arwen's memory and death in a way suitable, you will find others who will rally to your cause. But if you keep your pain close to your chest, lingering in her memory, you will be alone with ghosts."

Unlike with some, the God was confident that Erebos would heed his warnings. It would be a shame to watch the unicorn, so full of intelligence and life, to waste himself in the aimless pursuits that came with lingering in the past. He was capable of much, that the God was sure. Should he find himself in a position to strike down the steed who took Arwen away, he was sure he would take it. Hopefully though, he would be able to bide his time until fortune was in his favour. Even with his newly bestowed magic, he would need more than cunning and a few flames to achieve his goals.  






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Erebos Posts: 474
Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
#5

He was awarded to advice instead of scorn, wisdom and sagacity instead of hatred, and for that, the foolish boy listened, attuned and riveted by the words slipping from the God’s mouth. He drank his fill of the notions, of the sentiments, of the knowledge shifting and churning within his mind, reeling and clinging and devouring the contents he’d been bestowed – and grasped exactly what he wanted. He took and took with avaricious ears, with a raptured, deliberate scheme.
 
It is not wrong. It wasn’t improper, unfitting – merely a drumming of what was to be, what was yet to come, permission to lay waste to an enemy.
 
But his actions, his deliberations, his longing couldn’t be achieved by power alone, no matter how he dreamed and concocted and measured out the depths of his abilities – he heard it through the syllables and phrases of one who possessed complete, utter supremacy and judgment. Brawn pitted against brawn could only do so much with naught more than muscle and abhorrence behind it. Loathing, disaster, and aspirations could only be plans; they didn’t shape or thread themselves together. The lad grew very silent, enticed, tempted down into the furtive, specious armaments of his mind, swift and strong, indulgent and charismatic, unwinding the pieces and pawns laid out before him. For all his wishes and dreams, he’d only achieved the bare minimum, the growing strength of enchantments, the ability to throw his fire, his rage, into the pits and gallows and watch it fester, wither, and decay. He couldn’t strike now, or ever, in just a state of invocations and durability; the beast he stalked held far more burliness than he’d ever muster or grow into.
 
This called for more cunning, more conniving, more wicked, wicked, wicked deeds. The sinister outreaches of his mind, the unwinding, nefarious edges of Orsino’s content, vehement pulse, drummed, pleasant, urgent, begging to be possessed and upheld. The Sun God insisted on collaboration, camaraderie, gathering others who felt the same way he did, who claimed justice, who spun revenge, who urged requital – and perhaps, this was one of the few gifts Erebos could anoint to himself – because he held the passion, the rites, the charisma to bring beings together (though perhaps not as of late; not when the Sun God’s daughter screeched at him, not when Rikyn’s temper flared, not when they all forgot who they were and what they’d been – ignorant of what the future held).
 
Could he do the same now?
 
His memories churned and burned, delicate little embers brought back to life, surging at the righteous condemnation fueling their smoky breaths. The beast remembered two girls on the battlefield, amongst the strange isles where he’d drawn blood across the Colossus’ hide, screeching in dismay, in hatred, in wrath for some other brutal action the painted one had took. How many more victims lay in his wake, in his path, in his ridiculous, greedy bloodshed? How many more had he irked, irritated, and incensed?
 
And could the boy, with eyes of sin and iniquitous designs, pull them to his heinous crusade? Could he instrument a plague upon the beast that wronged them all?
 
His gaze flicked back and forth over the tempestuous fringe of lava and fire, stoking the fibers of his being, the incensed portions of his soul, the avenues and trails and alleys he’d have to take. It filled him with a raucous, infectious glee, an ebullient discordance, a menacing outlook for the future – and his stare, riveted back upon the God and all his gallant enterprise, rationale, and prudence, highlighted the noxious, forbidding sparks across his features. “Of course. You are right. Sometimes action cannot be committed on power alone.” No subversive tactics, no inflammatory barbs; the divine one had been correct, and his course needed to be altered. Herein, his brow quirked, arched, faintly, as if a bit ashamed he had to ask for something all over again – always grasping and clenching for more. “You have been very generous in your wisdom and guidance. I will be forever grateful for your sagacity. I only have one more question.” He paused, recalling, reliving, the fight amongst the Riptide, the girls with their hate, with their malice, with their menace intertwined between them, and how he yearned to tie all their strings together, knot them in alignment. “There were two amongst our fight at the Isles who shared my hatred, but I don’t know their names. One bay, young, had her feather stolen by the beast. The other, an ivory dun with wings and a temper.” The scion’s head tilted, hopeful and indulgent, radiant and bestial, a fine caliber of foreboding, baleful whims, and attempted to mold the hours and wiles of destruction. “Do you know where I might find them?”


 

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God of the Sun Posts: 198
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#6


The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down


I only have one more question

The God's delicate and pale ears perked forward. Most stammered and stuttered their way around requesting additional information from him - offering, thrusting, and showering praise before finally saying what they wanted. Erebos however, did not. He proceeded calmly, asking openly unfettered by failure. The God found this refreshing, and nodded his antlered skull for the boy to proceed.

As Erebos described the two, the God's ears flickered thoughtfully. He had not been present when his larger brother had heralded the final piece of the puzzle into being. With a wispy exhale, the God peered into Erebos' mind, looking at the memory he had recalled. Although the paler equine was not known to him by name, he did know the pale pegasus who lingered in the memory. The God's lips twisted in an unsurprised, but amused smile. That it would be a child of Gaucho who was somehow wrapped up in this, did not seem coincidental.

"I do not know the pale filly. The pegasus however, is Zenobia, child of Gaucho and Sohalia. She dwells in the Dragon's Throat. You will find the Throat difficult to enter without wings - but should you stand on the borders, I am sure someone will come to greet you."

With a knowing smile, the God nodded to the young unicorn. Fire without heat suddenly encircled the God's body, lapping at his golden form until only the fading glow of his light remained.


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