Somewhere in the skies, out of the knowledge of mortals, an alliance of the gods were holding a meeting once again in the confines of 'Amogrid'(palace of Eternal slumber), Where the Gods of Old planned and battled against the 'Yohohari'(World eater). Looking at it's Dark surrounding, You would notice shadows that seemed uncountable, standing motionless in the background. Tiny green stars acted as lightening for this mysterious palace and Dark shadow-like furnitures were within this massive place.
Several figures could be seen arguing over something before a huge empty throne made of shadows.
Since the last war of Gods, this was the first time this halls were used. there were presently 9 Gods within this Alliance, created not by choice but due to circ.u.mstance.
The only surviving founding member besides the alliance leader was 'Horjen', Goddess of mystery and ruler of the unknown. for one with such title, She was dressed entirely in white, wearing a crown of thorns and held a black scepter, the tip of which had a glowing green flames that looked like the stars above their head.
while smiling at the sight before her, She eyed the man complaining in the background but remained silent.
Meanwhile, Droll the God mischief turned to the side and suddenly burst into laughter while holding his stomach, sprawling on the floor. He looked like a teenager with aqua blue hair and matching eyes, His black robe had holes in several places like a beehive but he didn't seem to care.
"Enough. Why are you even here, if you are just going to laugh at others misfortune."
An elderly dwarve berated Droll with a serious look, but the latter seemed to find his serious look even funny as he looked stunned at him for a second before he began laughing harder.
The dwarve had spiky grey hair with a red bulgy nose, his attire was obviously not his size either as it spread beneath his seat.
"Goltan how could Milen do this to you?" asked another goddess who had a scowl plastered on her face, unconcerned about Droll's red face.
"haa I tried to pro..., recruit her but she said she would not join us unless the leader comes herself." Goltan, the crafting God smiled wryly while responding.
"I see. Well, there's no helping it then." Carx the God of travlers sighed as well.
"Hold on, hold on. are they still at it?" Droll could not help asking."it's been three centuries"
"Are you all just going to pretend that one of my champions wasn't just hunted down by the mistress of fate and Ragol's deranged minions, what is this supposed to be? isn't this bullying a bit too much?!" a powerful voice disrupted the discussions with a rather indignant tone, the owner of the voice had a wrinkled face with pointed ears. a red gem laid on his forehead and his black hair and green robes rustled like he was standing in a storm. This was the God of storms, 'Bolten'.
"Calm down, No need to go into battle mode...your lucky the battle freak isn't here" Horjen interjected.
That was when someone forced it's way through the barrier, and did a double-take noticing Bolten in full on battle mode.
"what do you think your doing?" She asked with raised eye brows and silence filled the Hall.
"…"
"it can't be!" Droll lost his cool seeing this person, it couldn't be helped as he wasn't the only one who was shocked by the new arrival.
The one who came in was none other than the leader of the Alliance herself, the Night mother, queen of the Abyss, the ruler of the palace of Eternal slumber, Ayaseh. It had to be said that since the creation of this Alliance, this was the first time she came for a meeting even though they were held in her palace.
Horjen was the first to speak, "Why don't you ever use doors". She was the only one who could speak casually with this Archgod , so she tried to ease the tension.
"Of what use is that, when I can just enter with the snap of my fingers, plus I own the place" She casually stated, the shadow throne wriggled about oddly when she got closer to it.
If she didn't know better, someone would probably think that she ever used the place.
Eventually, Droll couldn't stop himself from asking.
"I say, how come you came today?"
"Right?" Even Goltan asked in curiosity.
Neah remained silent, He was an average looking man with glasses, He was dressed in a red attire with a note book in hand as he scribbled away. Droll eyed him a bit and Goltan was sure it was only a matter of time before he plays a prank again.
"Ragol is taking big steps" Ayaseh stated and Bolten quickly added,"that is exactly what I was saying, they killed one of my champions"
When all is said and done, Ayaseh felt that this guy had too many champions in her opinion and they were overly arrogant.
"Ah..., it's only a matter of time before they start doing more, in fact, I'm sure you all know that he's grooming his own champion." She said in a solemn tone while her throne floated closer to them.
"that just means you have to choose yours quickly," Goltan said. "and we need Milen on our side."
"what about him?." Horjen asked, she remembers Ayaseh spoke about a candidate the last time they spoke.
"I offered, he refused!" she said curtly,
"!!!" Neah finally paid attention
"What?!" Horjen stared wide eyed.
"Someone actually refused you?!...is he still alive?"Droll asked while suppressing a laugh.
"Who is this imbecile?!" Goltan exclaimed
"Don't worry, with the crisis he's facing, it's only a matter of time before he prays for help" Ayaseh said confidently while conjuring a mirror to appear in the center of the hall.
"Eh?!! isn't this..." Droll's voice trailed off.
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Dawn sent shimmering rays over the surrounding, bestowing a golden path from the treeline to the walls. Nazu blinked toward the sun and couldn't help feeling ironic that she had never took time to admire her surrounding on a normal day until today that might not let her see tomorrow, yet she was glad. She let the moment sink in, soothe her from her core right out to where the nascent rays touched her skin as she thought, 'Today I might die a warriors death!'.
With that thought, a baritone countered as though it had read her mind, "No Nazu, today is a good day that usher in new opportunities!".
Startled, she looked sharply at the figure that owned this voice. It was the mysterious Chief that was called 'Torug'.
After a long meeting at the great Hall yesterday, This Chief mysteriously disappeared with her black Smith and the bearded One, greatly confusing Nazu as she was left with nothing to do but watch the training of the warriors with a bored expression.
Now just as he went, He mysteriously appeared before her again as she fought the impulse to ask questions.
Meanwhile, Alex had a different thought as he looked at this red haired Orc girl. She had the Expression of one who was ready to die and he felt like he had to change that mindset.
"What do you mean?" Nazu finally responded after a long time.
"I know you are not afraid of dying but you also worry about how you would die, so you are probably thinking about dying a warriors death." Alex spoke clearly, enunciating his words as he stared at the treeline further ahead. They were standing on the thick walls, watching the surrounding, oddly enough the people in the village didn't seem all worried with all the training the day before, as they had done a lot of venting. this was the difference between them and humans.
Alex brought out his battle Axe while smiling at Nazu, He said," Often times it is not numbers that wins the victory, but those who fare forward with the most vigor."
With those words Nazu became even more confused and looked deeply at him saying, "What do you mean?".
Hearing her question stunned Alex for a bit before he let out an Unrestrained Laugh, "Hahahahaha What I'm saying my dear Nazu, is, let loose and enjoy the fight, beat everything that stands In our way!!!"
His voice boomed through the wind as the sound of shuffling came from behind the treeline, and as if on cue, the Undead came into view.
Spotting the grey robed Orc behind the horde of undead, he said "And so it begins", His voice sounded deeper as he could barely hold back the instinctive growl.