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 Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2022 10:42 am
 Cernunnos had spent much of the time since Grendel’s visit reorganizing the armory. He wasn’t sure exactly whar has happened but he knew the Spear was gone. And that could mean any number of things. He had felt it. An explosion of energy in the distance and the world had shifted slightly. This did not bode well he was sure. Standing back from a case he had recently repaired the damage off he crossed his arms over his broad chest. A frown on his lips as he scrutinized the work he had done to the glass. Markings etched meticulously into it’s surface. It was a cage in a sense to contain the weapon within. A sword with a black blade and a dragon’s claw pommel that held a dark red jewel that swirled with magic within. There was a reason for this place. Not only to contain what he and the holy smiths here crafted but to contain any number of weapons that wreaked havoc on the world of Faetasia. It was his duity, besides serving his lady, to protect them and the world from them. He had failed with the spear. But what he could remember of it, it had just appeared one day. Having assumed one of the smiths had made it and placed it the Angelique had inquired about it. When none of them knew of it’s origin is when he encased it in the special case. After that day everything was a blur. Cernunnos had lost time.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2022 12:58 pm
Grendel didn't waste any time once he got it into his head that maybe, maybe, he would be able to fix all of this. He didn't need to prepare himself, he was just simply gone, from his temple and straight to that of the Holykats...or at least, back to their armory, where he had run into Cernunnos before. There might have been a faint crackle of darkness in the air around him when he landed, and he instantly, again, felt that oh so *holy* sensation that made him feel sick to his stomach, but he pushed past it.
This was too important.
"Cernunnos!" He called out, voice booming, as he stood outside the armory, gaze as dark as his mood.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2022 1:11 pm
The Angelique had felt it the second Grendel arrived. The Holy energy of this place warped and grew taunt before it snapped back at something dark.
Cernunnos heard the call but he did not hurry to greet the God. Only one could instill quickness in his step like that. The Angelique finished hanging a few weapons on a nearby wall before he casually strolled through the the armory, through the smithy.
The door slid open and as soon as he stepped through it slid closed again. Lifting a finger a small ball of energy formed then shot out at Grendel. Creating another neutral space for him to not feel the effects of this place.
“Grendel…..” Piercing, pale eyes stared at him. The frown on his lips had deepened. “Why have you come?” A soft breeze brushed by him, softly ruffling his red cloak.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2022 1:39 pm
The neutral space, while appreciated, did nothing to lessen Grendel's urgency or annoyance. Though knowing that Cernunnos had been possessed before, the God still put a large portion of the blame on the Angelique for what had happened.
He summoned the Spear to his hand from where he stood and glared.
"I have a few questions."
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2022 1:52 pm
Something in the air told the Angelique that the God was full of quite a bit of urgency. And was that grudge towards…him? Huh.
His face and posture did not change. The God could probably injure him but he couldn’t kill him. Dawn would just resurrect him. In that sense Cernunnos was basically unable to be killed. Something he was quite great full for. At this point and time.
But while Dawn was a kind and caring Goddess she would not think twice about sending her Holykats to eradicate every Vampire in existence.
Cernunnos crossed his arms. Both eyebrows raising now in curiosity. Those pale eyes locking on the spears so that’s where it went.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 1:05 am
"You don't remember giving this to me, do you?" He started with that but didn't really give Cernunnos time to reply before he continued on. "That's because you were possessed, by a Goddess named 'Brood'. Ring any bells?" He had begun fidgeting with the spear, rocking it back and forth between two fingers. "But I need to know, what do you know about this thing? What happens to someone who is struck down by it, for instance."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 6:55 am
Clearly the god had figured out things that Cernunnos had not. Being possessed by Brood would have definitely made sense in his loss of time. How weak had his fortitude been to allow such a thing to happen?
But the God gave him little time to answer any of the questions he was throwing out at him.
There was a small, sharp pain at the back of his head but the only teaction he had was a slight twitch of his left eye. “I do not. You should not even have that weapon.” He rumbled.
“Brood….a daughter of Chaos. The mother of, most, Gods. She is a primordial creature. Brood’s essence has been around since the beginning of Faetasia. The essence of all darkness. I would not take her lightly.” If his frown could get any deeper it just might. He did not like the idea of this Goddess fiddling with his mind and just handing out weapons Willy bully like that.
Many were not meant to be handled by Gods.
Pale eyes trailed to the spear once more. The twinge are the back of his head getting sharper and it felt like a small door had been opened. All of a sudden there was knew knowledge that he was certain he had not had before. Had it been implanted by the Goddess to become available only at this time?
“The Spear of Destiny…” He began. “Forged in the fires at the center of Faetasia’s heart. Where it all began, where magic began.” His skin pricked uncomfortably. “As you know and have probably found out by now it is a powerful weapon. It’s main focus is to change the destiny of those it pierces. But not just theirs. It changes the destinies of all in Faetasia. Those of who they have met, their families, progeny vanish because they were not there to plant the seed.”
His eyes narrowed just a bit. The information was there all he had to do was grasp it. And to be honest what he was learning in this moment horrified him. “The victim of the spear is wrenched from this world to an alternate plane that is nearly impossible to reach. Where they live out a life that they never would have lived on this plane of existence. Say….a mortal life. With mortal consequences “ The Angelique’s eyebrow quirked curiously.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 1:01 pm
Grendel watched the Angelique with narrowed eyes, scrutinizing his every movement, searching for any sign that he might not be himself again. It was only because of this that he noticed the twitch in his eye, though it was nearly imperceivable.
Grendel barked out a laugh. "Guess you shouldn't have been so weak-willed, then. Maybe you wouldn't have been possessed to begin with.." It was clear he was not in the mood to be ******** with more than he already had been, and that flare of anger that had gotten him into this mess was rearing its ugly head.
He listened while Cernunnos explained who Brood actually was. If the God was surprised to learn she was a daughter of Chaos, he didn't let it show. He had had plenty of time to reflect on what had happened, and it had become clear that she was much more powerful than he was.
And now he knew why. The fact that she had targetted him, however, still made him want to grind his teeth. He still had trouble believing that it was purely out of boredom. Besides that, if she was the Goddess of all things darkness, why would she torment a domain that fell under her own?
He stopped fiddling with the spear to hold it steady, digging the butt of it into the ground by his feet. He continued to listen, as Cernunnos got to the information he truly wanted at that moment. To know whether or not Ravnos could be brought back.
Nearly impossible. Nearly. All other things Cernunnos said aside, things he did not at the moment want to contemplate, he focused on that.
"But not entirely impossible to reach? So if someone had been ripped from this plane accidentally, if everything you say has happened, how do I get them back?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 1:57 pm
Cernunnos did not fall for the God’s goading. To do so was beneath him. To resist the powers of a primordial deity like Brood would be difficult for anyone. Even Grendel himself if such a thing came about.
The Angelique blinked at his question. “You use the spear. All Gods have the ability to create people out of thin air. However, to bring back someone touched by the spear you would need to create a bridge or a portal to the plane of existence in which they are. If you use the spear plus that power of creation, you should be able to open the door way that will lead you to where whoever it is you are looking for currently resides.” In was interesting how it all just flowed out, like he knew exactly what to do.
“However the door way had a time limit and if you are not back through it before it closes you will be trapped in the other plane, completely shut off from Faetasia.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 5:39 pm
Grendel stared at the Angelique blankly. It had never been the God's place to just go and create anyone, vampires or otherwise, out of thin air. That was always something that Caine did. Grendel just oversaw the Clanless vampires, and that was all that he was allowed to do, beyond his usual bag of tricks.
But...Why shouldn't he be able to do it? If he wanted to step out of Caine's shadow completely and become the God he wanted to be, then he was going to have to learn these things, anyways.
"But what you are suggesting is that the person I'm looking for is no longer themself anymore. Their course has been altered. When I bring them back, who will they be? Who they used to be or who they are in the other plain of existence?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 5:52 pm
Cernunnos looked thoughtful. His pale eyes glancing up at the sky briefly before returning to the God.
“One would assume that once they are brought back to this plane of existence their destiny would change back and they would be who they once were. Assuming.” There was always a risk that the person would be so ingrained in the other plan that they would remain who they were there.
“However there is always risks.” The Angelique’s eyes narrowed. “ The question is are you willing to take that risk? Is it worth it?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 11:55 pm
"Of course, it is worth it." He practically spat the words, his eyes narrowed in a glare. "If it were not, I would not be standing here, asking you how to fix it." No. He'd rather avoid the Holykats altogether if he could. He paused, lips pursed together. So, there was hope that he could get Ravnos back. The cold pain that had engulfed him these past weeks, while still present, felt somehow less permanent, like there actually could be an end to it. There were still hurdles to jump, of course, but the God was determined. He would have Dracian returned. His Dracian. "The Spear is currently dormant. Will I need to find a way to wake it up again or will it just...happen when it happens?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2022 12:03 am
He eyed the spear once more from a distance. The Angelique refused to approach it. There was no telling what it might do. Even in it’s dormant state.
But he could at lease sense the energy swirling about it. It wasn’t as dormant as it looked. In fact, it wasn’t dormant at all. This weapon. This Spear of Destiny was deceptive in all aspects about it.
Cernunnos didn’t like it.
“As it is now the spear is merely a focal point for power. Pour enough power and will into it and you might succeed.” He was far from convinced it would work. But the will of someone who seemed so broken and desperate as the God did tended to do remarkable things. Cernunnos had seen it before. And some small part of him was hoping the God of Vampires could do it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 12:13 am
At the Angelique's words, Grendel stood up a little straighter, a little taller, because if anybody at all had the will to make this happen, it was him. He would stake his entire existence on it. He would not give up on getting back what he had lost unless it absolutely destroyed him to do so. And if he ended up trapped in that other plain of existence? So be it. He was willing to give up everything, at this point, if only to see Ravnos's face one last time, and tell him how sorry he was for what had happened. If he could do even just that, it would all be worth it. Unconsciously, his thumb ran along the smooth, golden metal of a ring adorning one of his fingers, the only physical reminder he possessed that proved Ravnos's existence. Feeling as though he had already made the mistake once of acting too hastily without fully knowing the risks, he felt he needed to ask. "Is there anything else? Anything at all you can tell me that will help repair the damage that I've done?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2022 6:19 am
Cernunnos was unsure.
With all that the Spear had done so far and how mysterious it was there was little telling what else there could be done.
He shifted slightly. “The power of creation that you possess should ultimately help you in the end. Creation is one of the most powerful things a God has in their wheelhouse of tools. If you have not learned it from Caine by now…..” Cernunnos paused. “Then I would seek out Lilith.”
A small sighed pass through his lips. How rash and impulsive these young Gods were. “The only thing I can tell you now is to be careful. Going between planes of existence is not easy and the consequences it may bring should not be taken lightly.” The Angelique turned as if to head back through the door from where he had come but stopped. “Good luck to you Lord Grendel. I truly hope you succeed in your plans. For all our sakes.”
Placing his hand on the golden panel next to the door it slid open with a whoosh. The air that flowed out was heavy and warm. The smiths must be working again. Sweeping aside his cape he stepped through the door and vanished as the door slid shut again.
For all their sakes he hoped the God did not make things worse.
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