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Post by Orik on Feb 27, 2014 13:03:15 GMT -6
It couldn't continue.
His arms were folded across his chest as he considered the situation. Domhan Tir had been experiencing a time of strife unlike previous decades. The world seemed to be pushing at the walls. Tir's beauty and resources were becoming all the more desirable to the outsiders... and the shade of the forests offered hiding places for those who had darkness in their souls...
Bandits were always a problem before, truly... but never had there been such rashes of bandits that would willingly break the Constructs. People were becoming desperate. Some even leaving the country, which might have seemed alright, but Domhan Tir, without people at all, would lose the balance it has needed since the tribal times when the tribes were caretakers of the forests.
This couldn't continue.
But those secrets of divinity needed to remain a secret. Humans were not as a whole ready for the burdens of it. These bandits and black marketeers were proof of that if nothing else. To continue spreading powers would be like attempting to dowse a candle with oil...
The councils were discussing the possibility of completely closing off the country. Orik knew that would cause a certain amount of uproar and he would be expected to intervene on behalf of the agreement between the Gods of balance and peace. However... Did he have the right to tell people who's interests were protecting themselves not to close and lock their doors? At any rate, what had been happening in Domhan Tir...
"It can't continue." He allowed the words to echo through the realm and reach it's far corners. He would seek the opinions of his peers in making this decision... To close off Domhan Tir would mean effects spreading through the world. They should be considered as well.
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Post by Brynne on Feb 27, 2014 13:21:13 GMT -6
Brynne had long since sent Grayson to the mortal world to watch her people more closely. Her sad, emerald eyes had been drooped over the image of Hryst for what could have been hours if time existed within their realm. Whatever it was.. it was a long while. Her people cried out to her, called for her. The frozen waters were preventing the trade routes to remain open in order to transport mining materials and crops alike. What they had in their stores began to age with winter's brisk winds and dropping temperatures.
Her country.. her people.. they were desperate without income. Try as she did to break the ice free - nature was a powerful force, freezing over time and time again by the time the ships were able to reach what distance they could. She wanted so much do to more.. but the waters beyond Hryst's borders were not her's to control. She kept her eyes on the blizzards ravaging the plains - clearing paths away from drifts of snow to assist the travelling caravans that held few minerals in order to try and make it to Domhan Tir. The crops simply died before they could get there.. frozen solid and crumbling. It was only a season ago that the people of Hryst rejoiced with such a bountiful harvest season.
'They are suffering... I am doing all I can--... the sea is not mine to break,' she mentally sighed, shutting her eyes a moment to rest before a booming, familiar voice called her soul to attention. The distress and immediate action that it demanded was evident, and in seconds her form bursted through the air and clouds before her feet gracefully found a ground of stone somewhere within Orik's proximity - be it some old palace of a long and forgotten god of this realm or something of his own creation.
"My friend-," her voice spoke clear as a bell with both worry and reassurance to support the ethereal image of the man before her, "What is it that plagues you?.. My ears are your's."
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Post by Dym on Feb 27, 2014 16:21:31 GMT -6
The waters were always colder during this season, but most citizens of Aquavia were unaware of this as the land had its own climate system in place. Even so, things seemed a bit colder than usual in the eyes of Dym, who was watching over his country constantly. His focus was on the underwater technological paradise but he was still very much aware of the surroundings, and it came across him mind as he took note that they have yet to receive mining materials from Hyrst this season. As simple as those materials may have seemed in comparison to the technology of Aquavia, they still proved to be very valuable.
Dym felt that there needed to be a discussion soon, and with frightening timing, the voice of a divinity rang in his ears. He knew the voice quite well, so he did not hesitate to proceed to the source, glancing at Jag as if to let his counterpart know he was heading out first. A thought of the younger sibling bringing up wild and idiotic ideas seemed to irk Dym mentally, but he remained stoic in the facial expression claimed by his human form.
A mist came from behind the shining beauty known as Brynne, and out from it came the male divinity who appeared just a couple of steps away. "Orik, what seems to trouble you?" Dym asked, unaware of the current state of the land opposite of his own, guarded by a long time friend. Whatever the situation may have been, there was a general feeling that each divinity had something to discuss, and aid from each other may be needed in order to get matters dealt with.
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Post by Orik on Feb 27, 2014 22:40:30 GMT -6
 Orik changed himself into a physical form there in the constantly changing reality that was the realm of the Gods. He wanted to speak to them in a form as an equal for this, rather than his more formidable forms. He nodded respectfully to each deity that arrived before turning his head towards the tree behind him. "...I apologize for disturbing your days with my worries. However, these concerns might eventually involve your lands, therefore, whether or not I intervene ... directly relates to you both." He took a deep breath, his soft alto continuing slowly as he explained . "...The councils want to close the borders. There are votes and petitions going up throughout the land, all being delivered to Blaikfurd. I'm sure you understand... if that happens, we'll all be effected." His eyes drifted to examine the faces of his companions. he studied their reactions. "I do still have the power to influence the lord. I have other points of influence as well. However, I'm sure you understand my hesitation to do so." His hand reached out and he plucked a leaf from the tree, running his fingers over it gently before explaining further. "...They feel they should protect themselves and their land. Their intentions are good ones. Are we of the position to be able to force this issue... or does that make us the cousins of the Imperial Plague?" |
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Post by Brynne on Feb 28, 2014 10:54:37 GMT -6
Her head gently turned to the side as the mist behind her formed - nodding her head graciously to her fellow god, Dym, as he took a spot beside her to hear their friend's dilemma. She had not seen either of them in quite some time. The company should have been celebrated.. but she feared that this discussion would offer no such room for that emotion. Brynne's thankful eyes took their attention to Orik once more as his ghostly form pulled itself together in order to speak to them more directly.
"You owe us no such apology, dear Orik. Our days are limitless.. company as of late grows thin - I only wish we were meeting in better circumstances," she gave him a saddened expression as he continued to talk and explain.
Domhan Tir? Close its borders? A small gasp came from her throat and a gentle hand lifted to rest over her heart that pained for her friend. Hryst would lose even more income.. creating more poverty and more suffering. Those behind the borders of his country would only grow to question 'why' once all danger was gone.. and what then? Would they lift those laws of isolation? But.. how many generations of hard-fought friendship between the nations would that take away? How horrifying.. His case was well-heard and understood.. he was concerned that if he intervened and forced an alternative for the sake of his people that it would be another Empire all over again.
"Is there no other way?" she took a step forward, dropping her hand, "Orik--..." she sighed, looking off in the direction of his nation, "Your people - their belief in you is strong. So many pure hearts rest in those forests.." she nodded, gazing back to him and a few times to Dym to get his opinion on the matter, "Even as pure as they are--.. perhaps it is they who would change the course of your nation," she suggested, "Rather than to fight fire with fire by gifting those strong-armed enough to combat these thieves.. Look to those strong-willed. Would not they, too, protect in your name?" she questioned, looking for another voice.
Which.. had her wondering.. They were one voice short. "Dym," she blinked, "..Where is your brother? Surely this involves him as much as it involves us all."
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Post by Dym on Mar 3, 2014 8:11:45 GMT -6
Dym listened closely as Orik spoke; the closing off of the Domhan Tir would certainly affect each nation, including his own. Orik's people seemed to be in favor of the idea to the extent that the meeting between the divinities had to take place in this particular moment in order for them to foresee the consequences such actions would lead to. The incident of the dynasty familiar to them all should not be one that repeated itself in history. Dym's red eye peered at Brynne as she expressed her discontent upon hearing this, but the Aquavian god remained calm and focused on the matter at hand.
His ears were lent to the voice of the white-haired goddess, the talk of protection by his own people seemed like the most ideal method. Thieves, bandits, those types of humans caught up in wicked ways would have been dealt with by the special forces in his own nation, but Domhan Tir were people who did not allow for technology to aid them, especially on a matter concerning the safety of their own. Dym was quite aware of this and would consider it disrespectful to even bring it up, though he knew he had the influence to make his people aid the other land. "I believe Brynne to be correct, it is safe for us to agree that the closing off of Domhan Tir could prove to disadvantageous to us all" he began to speak.
"Ideally, we want your people to defend their land and drive those adverse forces away. Those with strong wills and strong faith... I believe they may exist more in your country than my own. Surely they would be the best candidates for gifts to counteract the situation..." Dym said. The mentioning of his brother made him pause for a second; Jag was always the last one to show up to anything, which was not something to be proud of right now. "Knowing Jag, he will make his presence known throughout the realm upon his entrance shortly..." with an annoyed look on his face, Dym castes his eyes away from them for the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 15:13:37 GMT -6
His fingers had been caressing one of the strings of a mortal instrument he'd come to love. He'd strum chord after chord before riffing with his eyes shut - some old blues styles that he'd heard within the empire when they'd first arrived. People on the streets sometimes still played tunes like this in his nation. A good, calming chilled out mood hung in the air whenever it was in reach of his ears.
Jag shut his eyes and vibrated a few notes with the nod of his head - approving of the tone. It cut short abruptly when he heard the call of the fellow god, Orik. He lifted a rather peeved eyebrow and looked over at his brother for an answer. Of course, being Dym, he dropped whatever it was he had been doing and went on his way to join him in what seemed like an obviously stressful topiic.
"Hnnng..." he leaned his head back, sitting and continuing to play the smooth verses. You couldn't just stop in the middle of a song.. you had to finish it. The mood just wouldn't take you over like it was supposed to if you didn't let it live out its entirety. It was a bit before the last note rang in the air in his resting place above the nation of Aquavia before he let his guitar down beside him and yawned his way into the other realm - their realm.
"Sorry I'm late," he smirked, giving a friendly wink, and began to explain his excuse, "Music - it's good for the soul they say. Great time-eater, stress reliever, so on-" Jag shrugged and he walked alongside Dym before wrapping his arm around his shoulders, "What have we got here?" his eyes blinked at Brynne and Orik's saddened and distressed expressions. Looks like they could use some of 'the blues' themselves..
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Post by Orik on Mar 19, 2014 1:53:01 GMT -6
Orik acknowledged the entry of another god with a gentle bow, face still pensive as much as he would allow, which was not so open to emotion as one without the immense responsibility of keeping secrets...
"Again, I apologize for calling all of you together in this... I do understand that the wills of the people should be enough to drive out these darker presences. However.... " His words lingered in the air. How did he explain it? It felt wrong to force people who's interests were defending themselves to leave themselves vulnerable. And maybe he was a tiny bit selfish as well, knowing that closing the borders would make things somewhat simpler for him... but...
"There are many good and true hearts in the dappled light of the forest, it's true." His melodious alto rumbled softly through the air as he pieced together his thoughts. "...I know the brotherhood Domhan Tir shares with Hyrst will be a contingent in these petitions. This process is going to be a difficult one. I stand on the principle that I don't want to force this country to a decision... But I think I can convince them to hold off of their panicked fervor to seal themselves in." His brilliant, even glowing eyes turned up to his fellow deities as if expecting they completely understood.
"I do not want it to come to pass that I am viewed as a king. That was never the intention of what we'd done. I am no king, merely a guide to see that things that must be protected are. I know well the world would suffer without the exchange of goods and services between the countries... and I seek to inform you that you might also be aware of the possibility and prepare your own lands for it... I will seek out the purest and test them."
His eyes grew shadowed. He did not like the idea of handing out abilities that mortals might use for bad purposes... but he supposed that was any gift. His gaze remained distant for a moment before he returned to present mind and nodded softly. It was the natural way, he supposed... Just as trees started as saplings that needed protection and grew to stand on their own, so too must his own precious children.
"I will see to it that the purest of heart are offered the opportunity to rise to this perilous occasion. Though I am hesitant... I know that more than just my fears are involved. I do not know for certain this will work, but as I said, I can stall for time. I ask, then.... that each country is made aware of the precarious situation this actually is... Domhan Tir's older generations are now mistrusting of outsiders. I imagine this could affect more than just trade soon."
He was cryptic as ever, but his eyes shown with worry. If any sort of feud or war came to Domhan Tir, Orik's precious work and love would be threatened. Above all, he did not want that. And each deity in attendance knew... the proud elk would do anything and take any form to keep that from happening.
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Post by Brynne on Mar 21, 2014 13:12:48 GMT -6
Brynne looked casually enough over to the arrival of their fourth companion - the Aquavian twin, Jag, and gave him a respectful nod to invite him to the conversation. Though some of his actions and behaviours were.. 'questionable'.. it was not within her right to judge upon them. After all, they were all equal, and what he saw was right was very much in his power to declare. None of them were above another, seeing eye-to-eye or not. He was a good spirit.. or they would not have banded together.
Orik spoke once more to explain the situation and his worries of their previous endeavours to liberate the empire. The issues of trading between her country and his made her eyes drop in a saddened manner. Yes - she, too, was deeply bothered by it. Her poor people.. they were suffering already so much due to lack of income from the frozen, dangerous seas. Which brought up the other issue that she wished to speak to the twins about - but that would wait. This took priority.
"Convincing, dear Orik," she repeated his words, "That is the difference. We rule over for these people - not to force them. It is well within your right to let them know where you stand. Was that not the point of our journey? We are no dictators. But our voices should be well heard.. just as they are when we wish them to know we are still here, watching over. So too should we make our position on dilemas such as this known. Should we not?" the ivory-haired goddess inquired, waving a gentle hand into thee air.
"Perhaps.. a Speaker would help you in this trial. I know and respect that the idea of one is not necessarily something you've favored in the past but-.." she sighed to herself, letting her hand drop to her side with nothing more to say.
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