Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Hello Mik, yes I have. Though thankfully she's found something else to do at the moment. How would you feel about me presiding as tournament judge, by the way?"

[Philote]

"You may fight them if you wish, though I do not expect them to get far even with it being three on one."

[Mik_Hael]

"I would be honor..." Grace moves in front of me suddenly.

Grace: "A new god, Oh right, I remember that message, She was made from a preexisting organism like me then did you finally decide on a name for her? Can I meet her then?"


"...."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Oh, she probably just sulking somewhere over her new name. She'll probably come out for the meeting I'm planning to hold before this all goes down, Miss...?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

A loug hearty laugh is heard as Crav arrives.

"HA HA HA HA, SEEMS THIS PARTY IS GETTING UNDERWAY!"

[Zaleramancer]

"The Press? Here?!" Drav says in an slightly amazed voice. The Iron Kingdoms, where he lived, did get the occasional newspaper.

"Alright, Miss. Sunshine, you deal with them." The dwarf turned to busy himself helping the attendants carrying his armor and weapons.

"Dam-" She turned, "Oh, Hello! You must be from the Daily!"

The woman adjusted her bangles and bracelet before continuing.

"We're just fighters. Each of us And that idiot Tharm  are here to represent the Iron Kingdom, The Magocracy and The Free Cities."

"I'm Amalia, a Sorceress from the Free Cities." She held out a hand to preform a well practiced parlor trick. A mass of dancing multi-colored sparks mimicked two dancing figures, the display lasted for a few seconds before exploding into a riot of colors and vanishing.

[Mik_Hael]

Grace: "Grace, god of Death, Nice to meet you." She extends her hand.


"...Note to self, go out on more family trips with servants....."

[Mik_Hael]

Juggler: "...Show off, Watch thi..." Juggler begins to rais his arms before he is suddenly stopped by Archiver.

Archiver: "Juggler, it would be unwise to make our skills known to our opponents before we fight them."

Juggler: "....sigh, fine."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Well, put her there, Death." He says, shaking the Goddesses hand. "Now, if you'll just follow the Witnesses...."
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"Nice to meet you, miss. Pessimal Tomes, at your service.  Head editor. My Dwarfish friend here is Torbin, Writer. If you don't mind me asking, if you aren't hear at the request of a specific God, then how were you selected for participation?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(1 mote previously +3 motes, Total: 4 motes)

Mikoto was walking around to see what was around when she saw the groups talking and walked over.

Mikoto: "What's going on over here?"

[Zaleramancer]

"Well it's not so much that we didn't get selected.. it was more of a nudge." Amalia allowed her mind to drift back to when the young winged god had appeared.

"Some god I've never heard off told me that if I wished to represent the Free Cities in a tourney, I was to travel to a rather remote stretch of the coast."

Behind her Drav berated the attendants for how they carried his armor. Dwarvish and Draemar curses mingled in the air.

"The other two were there when I arrived, along with some attendants and sailors. Then Pike showed up, dragging the boat with him."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"And Pike is.. Which one?"

[Zaleramancer]

"He-" Amalia was cut off by the sudden thumping sound, followed by a shake in the ground. "That would be him right now."

She waved her hand behind her, past the attendants.

A.. person approached.

From what could be seen he was a big.. no, huge guy. Grey skinned and wearing only loose looking pants and some coral necklaces. He looked at least fourteen feet tall ( 4.2 meters), though the distance fooled the brain into thinking him merely close, rather than so.. huge.

Hello Little Friends! He shouted from several yards away, still slowly approaching.

"Big one, ain't he?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Mikoto, having recieved no response from Mik Hael's heroes, walks away until she finds the Free City hero, Amalia, and te group with her as well as the Press and walks up to see what's going on.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Pessimal and his crew back up.

"Um, guh, uh...."

"B...B....Bi....."

Pessimal straitens up. "Hello, my fine sir. I don't believe that, I, uh, have ever encountered a race such as yours."

[Zaleramancer]

Hello Little Person! I be shark! What you be?  He leans over slightly, coming uncomfortably close to Pessimal.

Meanwhile Amalia turns to Mikoto. "Hi, you with the press?"

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Mikoto: "No, I'm not with the press. I'm an Avatar."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"One of the Big Sharks? The ones that guide the boats through the Northern Sea? Amazing, Simply honored to meet you sir. Pessimal Tomes, Editor and Proprietor of the best newspaper in the world, if I may be allowed to toot my own horn?"

[Zaleramancer]

"Oh. Um." Amalia takes an unconious step back. Gods were coming out of the wood-works, it seemed. "Hello, Honored Avatar of the god.. erm.. Which one is it?"

[Zaleramancer]

Yes, Yes. Move the boats so the singy fish ladies not eat them. You have horn, Tome-Friend?  

The shark-man stares at Pessimal's head, wondering where these horns were hiding.