Since many years ago, the balance of power has not been upset between the Solus and the Arcanis. Struggling to take power over the other, neither has gained much ground despite the many battles that have been fought. Many lives have been lost to the constant warring between the seemingly inexhaustible forces of the Solus. With Svenriir's mighty angels in alliance with the witchers, the Arcanis witches have begun to decrease in numbers, hiding this from their enemy. But the balance has been upset, slowly but surely. A new religion has raised it's head to greet it's predecessors. Thankfully, the Order of Dreams is a peaceful group and fairly ignored by the covens of Arcanis. The Order had begun to gain good relations with the Arcanis when something changed everyone's point of view. One day, on the northern sky of Gedar, the clouds ran red, as if with blood. Blasts and flashes of light shooting into the atmosphere like bloody heralds of death. Every seer, prophet and oracle began to see the glimpses of what was happening. Humans were seeing the extremely rare birth of a deity. Something that only happens once in many generations. The light show had damaged a good part of the plains from the large amount of debris falling from the sky. When the earth stopped it's trembling and shaking, all that was left in the now barren area, was a single form. This form... was the birth of Athoos Insontis. Named so by the decree of Releo, though the child knows nothing but her name. The humans, in their thirst for power so that they might destroy their foes, have begun the race for Athoos Insontis. The moment they were informed of her birth by the proclamation of their seers, the search for the child ensued. What human will find her first? Or will it be human? If the Solus takes the child, and she allies with Svenriir, does anyone have a chance? Or the demons, if Periculum devours the soul of a deity, will he tear the world itself apart? The possibilities are endless, and only determined by the inhabitants of Gedar. The struggle for power may be decided. 1. Only IC posts here! 2. No perfect characters and god modding etc. No metagaming either. 3. No ultimate abilities such as: Ultimate defense or impenetrable etc, everything has to have it's pros and cons. 4. If three or more characters are interacting, a posting order may become necessary, otherwise there will not be one. 5. Kissing and mild romantic moments are fine, but please take it to PMs if you feel the need to go any further. 6. Please post your character's location at the top of your posts please. 7. See the Sign Ups if you'd like to join this roleplay. 8. Please don't use the Important NPCs...(The ones on the list in the sign up) I'll do that as GM. You can make minor NPCs that aren't significant, so feel free to do that. 9. And please explain how you get from one location to the next and make it reasonable as to how they manage to do that. Thanks Realm of the Dead, Releo's Courtroom Quiet filled the courtroom as the figure set foot before the throne. The beings of dead silenced their voices, even the shadows themselves seemed to move away from the figure who approached. Clad in shadowy cloth with a twisted scythe in hand the female bowed before the great deity before her. Eyes as hollow as the endless depths of obsidian, Lianna, the feared and greatly respected Soul Reaper spoke before her master. "My lord Releo. It is as you have spoken. The event approaches even as I speak." The woman straightened up and stared at the creature who was in the form of a man who gave her permission to leave with a simple tilt of his snowy head. As his general walked out, the being rose from his throne and stepped onto the floor. His inscrutable gaze seemed to stare into the endless depths of the world of which his brothers and sisters governed. He turned his eyes toward the floor, walking into the chambers of which only he and his general were permitted to enter. There in through the floor, Releo could see the lands of Gedar, the place of which these people dwelt. He could see the lights coming toward it and a small smile graced his lips as he stared at the waters that he could see the world with. "Indeed. Athoos Insontis has been born. What will you do now?" His quiet, breathless voice seemed to emanate into the room though none were there to hear it. He was speaking to himself, though the question seemed to be directed toward the people of Gedar itself. Now would be the time the balance of the world would be upset. Would this be the final straw to the people of the world destroying themselves? Or perhaps end the infernal wars that never stop? -------------------------------------------------------------- Gedar, Solus Kryp Charging forth from the large cathedral that sat in the center of the Kryp, the man in shining armor marked with the sign of the sun on his breastplate burst onto the balcony. He had a helmet on which hid the shine in his eyes of the order he had just received from the high priest. "Citizens of Svenriir!" His roar caught the attention of the bustling capitol, it had been enhanced with a quick spell to make sounds louder, so of course they could hear him over the noise. A smirk formed on his tanned face under the shadow of his helmet as he continued once he was assured of the people's attention by their silence. "The great Lord of Light has given his command! In the north, a child has been born! A child that our almighty master wishes to bring to him so that this child might be one of Svenriir's might! So gather up your things, knights of Svenriir! Prepare the horses! For we shall ride, tonight! We must find this child before our enemies taint the child's innocence!" A great cheer went up from the townsfolk as they began bustling to try and fulfill his order. The Paladins and knights would prepare their things quickly. The entire army would be devoted to this, excepting some of the Angels to stay behind and protect the Kryp from danger while the main military force was not present. This was a campaign of war. They must either achieve what Svenriir desired, or they would destroy it so that no one else can have it. -------------------------------------------------------------- Gedar, Takaar Sitting in his study, an aged, wrinkled old man sighed as he looked into the glass of wine in his hand, setting it to the side. He turned his olden blue eyes toward the wall as he spoke to an entity that was not there. "Oh Dia... How I wish you were here. I fear the worst for these people. With this... the demons will move." His voice was sad, like that of one who had seen too much in life. Tarzak groaned as he rose to his feet with the help of his white walking stick. He stroked his nearly white and gray beard thoughtfully. Shuffling as he moved toward the many bookshelves in his study he withdrew a select one. It's empty pages showed that it was made to be written in. He brought it back to his writing desk and withdrew the quill. "My dear Dia, I suppose I ought to record this time. For it will make history... either that or it'll burn in history." Tarzak let out a dry chuckle as he began to record a vision he had seen naught but the day before, prophesying this event that was happening. This was the day that the world had begun to change. But he didn't like it. This bode ill with him. Tarzak feared that a change in the world would cause the demons to grow worse in their aggression. Meaning more would die than they already were. -------------------------------------------------------------- Gedar, Barren Lands It was originally a quiet evening... but then it wasn't. It was within a blink of an eye that one could see the fiery lights in the sky. Burning as they entered the atmosphere of Gedar, falling toward the empty place. With each crash, the ground was scarred with the fire from the sky. Light and flame enveloped the area as the falling stars seemed to endlessly hit the barren earth. For several long minutes, the devastation continued. To anyone in the far distance, it would only seem like the dawn of the sun, coming several hours too early from the bright lights. For as the flame continued to pour out of the sky, something else was happening. Something... far more important than a simple meteor shower. This was the birth... of a deity. As the flames bore the child, she began to assume her form. Like a phoenix reborn in fire and ash, Athoos Insontis took her first breath of the world. In a place that was empty and void of life except for this one, she was alive. A new creature of a new birth, Athoos Isontis was a young new deity who's birth had been prophesied all across Gedar. She had attained a form of her choosing. Pale white skin stretching across a humanoid, childlike body. From her head seemed to be a headdress of feathers, yet it was no headdress. In the middle of these feathers was the ever glowing crimson center, where a small flame seemed to be burning, yet it wasn't hot at all. This was the new child. -------------------------------------------------------------- Now begins the adventure. For the fate of Gedar is in the hands of it's people. The world will change, but will it save, or destroy it?