Feet tapped the worn soil towards<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fforum.kingdomcomerpg.com%2Fuploads%2Fdefault%2F4870%2F4518c41432eeb783.jpg&amp;hash=83f7e4b8fc1c2f4477bc94448e26a307" href="https://forum.kingdomcomerpg.com/uploads/default/4870/4518c41432eeb783.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">[bcolor=rgb(25, 22, 28)]Karn Village[/bcolor]</a>. As<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimg06.deviantart.net%2F4681%2Fi%2F2014%2F247%2F1%2F9%2Fthat_cape_from_the_ending_scene____by_kawacy-d7xzvtv.jpg&amp;hash=90017a7e22e5249b1e46733e2b84b35f" href="https://img06.deviantart.net/4681/i/2014/247/1/9/that_cape_from_the_ending_scene____by_kawacy-d7xzvtv.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">[bcolor=rgb(25, 22, 28)]Tantam Copi Theasaur[/bcolor]</a>stepped in, he gazed at the dilapidated state the village was in- the Influence of the local Baron. Beggars flooded the streets, selling their bodies or the clothes off their backs for bits of money, scraps of food, anything to make the next day of their life bearable. The land wasn't growing as well as it should, the plants were dying, and the Baron was levying the townsfolk as slaves to make up the difference. A sad existence, but one he was not able to shape directly- Even Gods had laws they could not break. Tantam would look down towards a woman holding a bundle wrapped in her hand, before producing from his hand a single item- An Egg, the gift of the farm bird, and rare treat for this village.<br/><br/>The look of pure relief on the woman's face softened Tantam's gaze, but it once again hardened as His Brother, Cafrac, the God of Fortune and Wealth, was thanked. A God he may be, he was never given the appropriate respect owed to him in his pantheon. Often times, he tried to ignore it, to take pleasure in the fact that a human and her child who would've died otherwise got to live another day, and most of the time, it worked. However, the thoughts that even if anyone acknowledged his existence, he was still considered an unimportant god when compared to his brothers and sisters, plagued his mind. His was the foundation of society- He was the God of Plants, Farming, and Agriculture. Compared to his brothers and sisters of War, Honor, Lightning, Death, Elements, and Fortune, he was considered the weakest of the Gods.<br/><br/>The Incessant mocking from his Pantheon did little to help- His was the anvil on which civilization were forged, yet he received no respect for it.<br/><br/>As he brooded, his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of shouting, his gaze turning towards a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F5b%2Fa9%2F85%2F5ba9857849a0894e818d030f28502468.jpg&amp;hash=11754020c1e7aa620ea323924a208b4b" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5b/a9/85/5ba9857849a0894e818d030f28502468.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">nearby farm</a>, though to call it a farm was an insult to Tantam. The house was shoddy, the fences were falling apart, the ground felt 'sick', and the animals looked malnourished. THIS wasn't a farm- this was a plot of land that was rotting away where a farm could be built. As he walked in, he saw a young boy, probably around the age of five or six, crying as he sat inside a feeding trough, as though he was hiding. Tantam would approach it and gently tap on the trough, getting the boys attention.<br/><br/>"<b>Hello there. I heard your crying- Want to tell me whats the matter?"<br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 255, 0)">The boy sniffled and rubbed his nose on his sleeve, before holding out his hands, to reveal some oddly colored beans. "<b>I went to town with our cow to take it to the butcher, but then a guy told me he had magic beans and would trade with me! I did the trade, but my mom told me they weren't magical and now, we might need to sell the rest of our livestock to make it to the end of the month." </b>He said.</span><br/><br/>Tantam took one of the beans gingerly, gazing at the legume. Though the mother was right in that they were not magical, the boy meant well- any child would wish to provide for his family, and the promise of magic would make anyone's head swim, it was honestly the mother's fault for being so irresponsible as to send a child to do an adult's job. Least, that was Tantam's insight, but he had been around longer, thus his mind operated differently. He could see the purity in the intentions of the boy, he didn't do this for greed, he did it for the right reasons- That put Tantam on his side.<br/><br/>Time to play the lying game- Oh he had such fun doing this.<br/><br/>"<b>By the Gods- These ARE Magic Beans!"<br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 255, 0)">The boy's head immediately shot up. "<b>W-what? But my mom said-"</b><br/>
</span><br/><b>"Your Mother doesn't realize what a steal you made- Come, let me show you."</b><br/><br/>He instructed the boy to place the beans in random parts of the plot, before instructing him to close his eyes and mutter words that literally meant nothing. As the boy chanted his 'spell', Tantam moved his hand in a gesture as a divine magic symbol would appear, before the farm, to the boy's astonishment, would begin sprouting crops everywhere- from corn to cabbage, melons to squash, their once sick farm now had life to it.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 255, 0)">The boy, excited that his 'magic' worked, would begin calling out. "<b>Mama! Mama! I was right- Those Beans WERE magic!"</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)">An older woman would come out, with a walking stick, as she let out a sigh. "<b>Victor, I keep telling you, those beans were....not....." </b>Her voice would stop as she gazed at her now-bountiful farm, the shock evident on her face. "<b>On my stars and moon...."</b><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 255, 0)">The boy would immediately run inside and grab a wicker basket, as he'd begin collecting the bounty before them. "<b>We got to hurry, before thieves try to take our food, we got a lot of work to do!"</b><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)"><b>"Y-Yes, quite right!"  </b>She said, before kneeling down and hugging the boy to her, kissing the top of his head. "<b>I will never doubt you again, Victor- I am so sorry."</b><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 255, 0)"><b>"It's alright Mama, but come on! Let's go!"</b><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 255, 255)">The woman would watch for a moment at her son, before pressing her hands to her chest and muttering a prayer. "<b>Lady Vitanus, I thank you for your bountiful gift." </b>She said, before gathering the produce.<br/>
</span><br/>This.<br/><br/>This was the last straw.<br/><br/>It was one thing to take credit for his miracles, The Gods have been doing it for years, Tantam had learned to live with it. Now? He wasn't even being accredited his own domain- It was being taken by others. Tantam would storm away from the farm, as he felt the wrath envelope him, citing him to call upon a dark disaster on this land, to remind people that he EXISTED. For as much as he was the God of Plenty, he must also make room for other societies to grow. As much as he was the God of Bounty, He was also the God of Natural Disasters, Famine, and Storms. However, before he could call upon his wrath to level this town, he found himself gazing at a simple creature, perching itself on his shoulder, food from the farm in it's mouth- It was a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F4d%2F59%2F1b%2F4d591bde4c74b4f7d53e05da2692c75a.jpg&amp;hash=34be3cbd9756b23f628c35c59277114d" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4d/59/1b/4d591bde4c74b4f7d53e05da2692c75a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Mockingbird</a>.<br/><br/>Gazing at the unique coloration of the Mockingbird, which quietly gazed at him, Tantam let out a sigh- No. He couldn't bring himself to do it. For one, this would be exactly what his siblings would do- Respect through Fear. It would also destroy the life of these beautiful creatures, and wanton destruction was something he abhorred. Destroying the lives of this village would not give Tantam the love and care he sought. As the Unappreciated God began to lean against a tree, he gazed up to watch birds flying away, likely for warmer lands, as was the way of things. When things were unbearable in their current climate, they left to find new lands, to settle and grow. Such was Nature-<br/><br/>The idea came to him almost as quickly as the birds went.<br/><br/>There were other pantheons out there, other lands that WOULD need him! It was clear his own did not wish for him to remain, so why should he? He'd find the most desolate spot in the whole world, a place no god would want, and he'd take the best creatures and plants he could find, then turn it into his own private paradise! But first...<br/><br/>He'd gaze at the Mockingbird for a second, before gently setting it down, the creature looking up with curiosity. Tantam would rub his head as he gazed back. "<b>Technically speaking, you're not of my domain, but given how much they take from me, I doubt they'll miss one Mockingbird..."</b>He said. Farm Animals, he had control over, Regular Animals? Lot more complicated, but at the moment, he didn't care. Creating another magic circle, he'd blow what appeared to be dust at the creature, before his it would swirl would envelope it, shifting it from that of a bird to that of a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fartfiles.alphacoders.com%2F730%2F73012.jpg&amp;hash=4cdf647c8e133dd94509010ec1d9d031" href="https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/730/73012.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">mortal woman</a>. She'd be the first allowed to his new paradise. "<b>With the voice you had as a bird, your magic and song shall be the stuff of legend, but you'll need a name...</b>He said, before stretching out a hand, a smile bright on his face. "<b>Let us go...Laurel."</b><br/><br/>Taking her hand in his, the God of Plenty would gaze one last time at the land of his Dominion, before vanishing into a whirlwind of leaves, heading off for the far horizon, unaware that as he left, the leaves on the trees began to take a brown edge....<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1192" data-username="@Mercy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1192/">@Mercy</a>