The Reclamation of Zahvroma (Inactive)

Game Master Signore di Fortuna

Harakhty was dumbstruck by the sequence of events. It was almost as if he were having another apocalyptic dream - the world seemed turned upside-down.

First, the gods intervened again. Why does our group warrant such attention? Sarenrae clearly overstepped her bounds. As much as it was disappointing for her to be reigned-in, Harakhty saw now his own patron's prudence in omission from these happenings.

He is biding his time.

Others were absent too, but he didn't have the faintest impression what their angles were here.

Next, what he did know is Arista's emotions were likely to get them killed. She is otherworldly in brazen stupidity or impulse of emotions. With the kindness she showed, Harakhty felt it the latter, but they all could've ended up dead. His breathing took minutes to come back to normal.

Then Sarenrae amazed him - did she become mortal? Surely, it couldn't be true mortality. Could it? It wasn't until they had began moving again he'd regained control of his thoughts enough to ask her.

"Goddess," began Harakhty, bowing before her in the new, diminutive form. "Good Arista is right - no matter the form you are in, you remain a goddess to us, a divine beacon of light. But forgive my slowness, for such affairs of the heavens our not meant for our eyes: are you mortal for a year in more than form? I do not mean to pry, but we must know how best to serve and protect you in these times."

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As they approached the inn, the monetary squabbles seemed beyond the scope of them now. "I have two of each coin in case we are light of payment." His thoughts were elsewhere though. Ylrhea's presence in his field of vision made him smile a moment. At least she will be distracted from her nightmare now.

And then Cayden appeared. "It seems today's wonders are without limit. You grace us with your presence, Cayden Cailean - you are no accident to us." Harakhty's attempt to relate the lord's nickname to...

I feel the need to point out at this point that we had never split up the money from the so called Goblin God. All that money Harakhy went into the Party Treasury of which I am Secretary and Treasurer. So...whatever money you gave back in the dwarf town was more than likely from whatever was in your own purse. The Party still has plenty of money to do whatever needs to be done. However, if you had a specific amount in mind, I would be happy to donate it...within reasonable limits of course. Just thought I'd clear up the confusion a little bit.

Another reason not to piss off Arista, she holds all the cards/ Party Funds.

Busy morning is busy.

Cyna packs it in and says goodnight to anyone still milling about before quietly heading upstairs to bed.

It's just easier to keep all of our funds in one place where they can be used if needed. There are alot of hurting people out there...people that have been done wrong and this money will go a long way to helping them. Even a little bit here and there is a great help to those that have nothing. Until things are made right...I plan on helping them in any way that we can. Everyone okay with that?"

I had to put some coldplay on to relax after the night I had, of course that was after I listened to Rob Zombie first. LOL

No objections from me.

Aliethia - Living Dead Girl.

Yeah....while she's still Arista...some slight things might have been forever changed by this most recent experience. I say it that way because there are bound to be more....and just trying to wrap my head around that is almost too much.

Hehe...yeah....I love that song....have for a very very very long time. His Hellbilly Deluxe was one of the first CD's that Henry and....nevermind...really really nevermind. Got carried away in past memories. My music tastes varies....alot

Lol.....say no more. Funny thing is the second you said Rob Zombie that's the song that started playing in my head.

The first song I always hear first is Dragula. But that's just me.

That was my ring tone for Henry on my other phone...hehe >;oP

More calming energy is good

The first song I always hear first is Dragula. But that's just me.

Same. It was the first of his songs that I heard and I listened to it non-stop when I had the chance. It's also the song I would have assigned Drago.(duh) Still working on everybody else.

Hehehe....good luck. I'm a mystery wrapped in an enigma. LOL

Sprinkled with confusion.

hehehe....I can go to sleep listening to heavy/death metal if that's any sort of clue. Evanescence is like Mary had a little Lamb to me.

I can also go to sleep while watching Enter the Dragon though...sooooo....maybe that should all be taken with a grain of salt. LOL

I prefer Nightwish.

Don't think I've seen that one

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One of my personal favorites.

Nightwish is pretty good.

@ Cyna - You know what that song's about, right?

I'm silly...I thought we were still talking about movies...but it has to be said that there was nothing about that I didn't absolutely love. I'm gonna have to go find it now.

Yours or mine?

Yours. I have yet to figure out what mine's about.

I watched a few others...some of them are okay...some are just kinda so so. I liked Moondance....no big surprise there. I like actually watching the bands perform though...not just listening to music set to some kind of montage. It makes the song a little more actiony...but I still like watching the actual band more.

We should probably take this topic to the discussion thread so we don't eat up the gameplay thread with lots of stuff. Besides I have a totally weird story.

As the others began to turn-in, Harakhty followed suit. The day ahead of them was clear, and his lungs felt clean now; sleep should come easily.

Entering his room, he shut the door behind him. He set his things on the floor as he looked to the sleeping Niccolo. I'm sure he has quite the stories to tell. Their line was cursed it seemed. Then again, so was Harakhty. The man was fitting company.

Laying down, Harakhty felt still the spot where the blood had been drawn on his chest from the necklace. It had healed, but the memory remained. His dream, catastrophic and mysterious as it was, seemed to adeptly predict a coming conflict: The argument among the gods before them was quite appropriate. Yet not all had been present.

Nethys was aloof, as would be expected. Like the vanara, he was very focused in his concerns; things outside the vision didn't matter. Yet plenty of others were absent. Out of choice or out of omission though? Norgorber could certainly have stirred-up some mischief, and the Prince of Darkness surely would have enjoyed making them suffer to spite their progress. Iomedae and Torag were also not present though, and Harakhty doubted they had a nefarious plot in the works.

There was one god whose absence particularly baffled him though, especially as the divines seemed on the drink of war by Asmodeus' own admission. And he cares for nothing if not that.

Thus it was Harakhty prayed, focusing his mind as best he could in both his communique and telekinesis of his necklace:

"Lord in Iron, hear my prayer. I am not one of your priests or warriors, but my message brings tidings of strife to you, mighty Gorum. The gods are at odds with one another - so much so a new contract has been signed with the Lord of Hell to render one bereft of form and power for a time. Yet it is my suspicion while Asmodeus will honor his word, some others may not. Whoever commits a treachery to exploit the agreement will surely invoke a massive war. As the most skilled tactician of the heavens, you are wise in strategy and decision; when battle-lines and alliances form, I merely beseech you to choose the side whose combat will be honorable, not cowardly backstabbing and illusions. Glory be to you."

Nethys was aloof, as would be expected. Like the vanara, he was very focused in his concerns; things outside the vision didn't matter. Yet plenty of others were absent. Out of choice or out of omission though? Norgorber could certainly have stirred-up some mischief, and the Prince of Darkness surely would have enjoyed making them suffer to spite their progress. Iomedae and Torag were also not present though, and Harakhty doubted they had a nefarious plot in the works.

There was one god whose absence particularly baffled him though, especially as the divines seemed on the drink of war by Asmodeus' own admission. And he cares for nothing if not that.

Uhm...

Suddenly, other gods appear, circling Urgathoa and Sarenrae. You see Asmodeus, Gozreh, Abadar, Shelyn, Desna, Calistria, Cayden, Erastil, Iomedae and Lamasthu, their weapons at hand.

I missed reading Iomedae. By Prince of Darkness, Harakhty was referring to Zun-Kuthon though.

Zon-Kuthon already has a date set with the group.

We exchanged numbers and everything

Ylrhea squeezes Sādhanā back. "We know that most of the gods support us. That's more than almost anyone gets."

She briefly looks into Sādhanā's blue eyes, before pressing her lips against the magus'. She draws back immediately. "Oh gods, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

The gnome hops off the bed and gets on her own, turning to face the wall.

Jerryl slips into Arista's and Aliethia's room quietly. She gently strokes Arista's hair and gives a slight nod. The former goddess goes into Arista's bag and draws out a warm blanket for Aliethia and covers her before leaving the room.

You lucked out Aliethia....

The dhampir sighs as she warms up. "Thank you...Sarenrae..."

A figure clad in dark armor appears in Harakhty's and Niccolo's room. He glances at the dhampir, who seems startled. "Leave."

Niccolo scrambles out of the room, unsure of what he's seen. Cayden approaches the young dhampir. "Great...he's here. Let's see if your brother will let you stay with him tonight."

There is a knock at Drago's door.

Back in Harakhty's room, the armored warrior draws his great blade and holds it against the vanara's throat. "You have no right to call upon me. I should cut your words from your throat. I care not for the affairs of gods. If war comes, I welcome it. The victor will be the strongest, not the wisest. There is not enough blood on your hands, vanara. Think twice before you call my name in vain."

"You ... you are right, Lord Gorum. Forgive my insolence!"

Tears came readily to Harakhty's eyes in fear as he gazed upward at the metal slits in the helm of the entity holding the sword. I just told him of the happenings .. why did he come?!" It was a question he could not answer in his current state of fear.

Though his mental mettle was resilience, threat of divine decapitation was a true trump card.

Gorum laughs, a deep metallic sound like that of two swords clashing. "I find your fear amusing. Should I give you another chance? Would you pursue a path of slaughter?"

He pulls his blade back but does not sheathe it. His iron helm descends until it is merely an inch from Harakhty's face. "You are still an unforged sword. Is there worth in keeping you?"

Drago opened the door and saw the panicked look on his brother's face. "What happened?"

Cayden smiles. "Niccolo's roommate just called on Gorum. He needs a place to stay for the night."

Niccolo trembles in fear by Cayden's side.

"Terrific." Drago replied while shaking his head. Stepping off to the side, "Come on in brother." As Niccolo steps inside, he sees Tarja is curled in a corner, sleeping. "Make yourself comfortable."

Cayden bids the two dhampir good night and closes the door. The god shakes his head, wondering what Sarenrae was thinking.

Niccolo sits on the other bed. "S-sorry for disturbing you."

"It's not a problem Brother. Actually, I might sleep better if you're here." Sitting on his bed and removing his boots, Drago asked, "So, you love Aliethia?"

Niccolo clasps his hands in front of him. "Yes...Yes, I do."

Harakhty took a few deep breaths, unable to respond for a moment. "I ... yes. I was born to ... to follow that road. That is why I am here in ... Zhavroma. To destroy people and things"

Only then could he think about what he'd said. It was accurate ... but is that what I have become?

He took a few breaths. "What would you have me do to show my worth?" Why did he take an interest to respond to me personally? Harakhty was not one of immense martial or magical power, nor was he one of Gorum's faithful. At a loss, his eyes darted between the blade and the helm.

You called him, nough said. God's don't need reasons to do what they do. Lol

"Then I wish you the best of luck to win her heart. It won't be easy, but I have faith you'll succeed." Drago said wholeheartedly. Lying down upon the bed, he added, "I wonder how Divitia is going to take it? What do you think?"

An eerie pause comes from Gorum. "You confuse me with another god if you think I ask for the destruction of 'things', much like you confused me for another in your prayer. One hundred and thirty misspoken words. You will bear a piece of metal armor and you will cover it in the blood of one hundred and thirty enemies, you will not bathe once until this task is done. You will not fail to strike the last blow against each opponent. You will call my name each time you kill. Then and only then I shall forgive this. If you fail once, I shall return and my blade shall do the talking next time."