Interest Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96253.msg4182751#msg4182751)<br/>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96660.msg4199599#msg4199599)<br/>Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4199623#msg4199623)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>At Earth’s very core, lay the blackest of souls. Condemned to rot in his eternal prison, the greatest of all evils lay dormant, unconscious for millions of years. His indefinable form motionless.<br/><br/>Slowly, ever so slowly, a conscious thought formed in Angnhil’s mind. <em>Wake</em>, it whispered. <em>Wake!</em> came the command a bit stronger. Angnhil’s mind was almost able to wrap its lethargic fingers around the demand given him. <em>WAKE!</em> The command roared in his ears. With that, Angnhil’s eyes popped open and he blinked for the first time in millions of years.</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Somewhere on the shores of Australia, a small peaceful village of Halflings was nestled in a port area. The lazy languid race milled about their daily activities, which consisted of eating, fishing, whittling, and perhaps a little trading.<br/><br/>A low buzz could be heard as the wind picked up and suddenly a hurricane type gale created a tidal wave above and beyond the likes the poor little Halflings had ever before seen. All they could do was blink as the water crashed to the shore atop them.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Zeus stood at the entrance of his castle on Mt. Olympus. His silver eyes gazed out at the multiple homes below his, over the vast region. His white beard flowed gently in the wind. His jaw was set in a grim expression. He heard a rustling of cloth behind him.<br/><br/>Hera placed a soft silken hand on Zeus’s robed shoulder. He turned around to regard his beautiful wife. Her honey brown hair was put up in curls beneath a golden diadem that sparkled in the rays of Apollo’s light. Her warm brown eyes were forever laughing happily as she looked up at him. Her supple pink lips were irresistible. Her white robes, lined with golden rope, hung about her tall frame. Peacock feathers lined the back of her collar, creating an array of feathers behind her head.<br/><br/>Hera stroked his cheek with a delicate hand before switching her golden scepter. “It’s almost time, my Love,” She said in that sweet innocent voice. No matter how many times Zeus warmed someone else’s bed, he always came back to Hera and Hera always welcomed him home with open arms. “It wakes.”<br/><br/>Zeus looked down at her and nodded, giving her as much of a smile as this situation offered. He took a deep weary breath and sighed at the uncertain future.</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>The weather on Mt. Sarias was particularly vicious today. The wind whipped, the thunder cracked and boomed, the lightening surged, and the dark clouds rolled. Vakortur’s castle stood large and intimidating. The decaying black brick was splattered with blood from the dragon head drains surrounding the building. Vakortur stood at the entrance to his castle in human form, watching the other Gods approach for the meeting. Even in human form, Vakortur was imposing. He stood at seven feet tall with white dread locks, pulled back from his face. His skin was tan but shimmered with a silver glaze which only emphasized his muscular frame. He wore black leather pants and a black flowing robe left open, showing the silver metal that encircled his massive pectoral muscles and framed his abdominal muscles. His head was adorned with a black crown of barbed wire.<br/><br/>He turned and focused his black orbed eyes on Satuimae as she approached. She was as beautiful as always in her human form, with her lithe frame standing six feet five inches tall. Her long wavy black hair was settled under her own black crown of thorns. She wore a long black evening gown that hugged every inch of her pale skin. The gown consisted of many threads wrapping about her body like a spider web, in recognition of their son, Yuhid. Her beloved raven perched faithfully on her bare shoulder.<br/><br/>She stood beside him and took his hand lovingly, staring out at the other Gods crossing the bridge covering the mote of blood below. Vakortur was most likely the only person Satuimae had ever been loyal to in her entire long life as it was her nature to deceive. For this reason alone, Vakortur loved her more than anything.<br/><br/>The couple turned and approached their thrones on the dais as the rest of the Gods entered the room. Vakortur and Satuimae settled in their thrones made of black stone, bone, and skulls, and waited until all the other Gods had gathered before them. Vakortur held his hand up to quiet the room of Gods before he spoke.<br/><br/>“A great evil force has awakened,” Vakortur began, unable to hide a grin. He opened his mouth to speak again, ignoring his brother Zanaen’s random giddy laughing outburst accompanied by clapping. They had all long since grown accustomed to the large battle ready warrior’s displays of insanity. “Angnhil, he calls himself. I’m sure you all remember this being’s first appearance. The Olympian Gods,” he sneered at the mention of their name and was joined by hisses from the others, “trapped his soul beneath the Earth before we were able to get our hands on him. For millions of years I have called to this being. At last he has come out of his dormant state,” he paused to let the incredibility of his statement sink into those around him. “But those Olympians plan to stop and destroy him. We can <em>not</em> let that happen. I want this Angnhil for my own.”<br/><br/>Zanaen frowned, “Why do <em>you</em> get to have him, Vakortur? I want him. Think of the chaos I could wreak!” Zanaen clapped again giddily.<br/><br/>Yuhid skittered forward. “I should be the one to use him, Father. Think of the fear I could strike in the hearts of people!”<br/><br/>Lothmia shrieked, “He should be <em>MINE</em>, you <em>fools</em>! Everything should be <em>mine</em>! There would be no end to the corruption I could cause!”<br/><br/>“SILENCE!” Vakortur bellowed, lust for their blood making him salivate. Rising to his feet quickly, he took his true form. His body grew to twenty feet in height. His skin became pure black, marked with red, his eyes became red orbs and his head grew horns. His hair darkened to black and elongated, breaking the tie’s hold and flowing freely down his back. His feet became hooves and he grew a tail that thrashed about furiously. Even his son, the God of fear, took a step back in terror. “Angnhil will be <em>MINE</em>! Speak to me again of this fairness and I will end your existence!”<br/><br/>The rest of the Gods shrank away and nodded silently, the fear in their eyes obvious. Satuimae rested a hand on his gigantic leg. She was the only one that could touch him in this state without being torn to shreds. Vakortur took a deep breath and calmed himself, returning to his human form.<br/><br/>He stayed standing as he continued to talk. “There will be enough of this Angnhil to go around. Now. The Olympian Gods have been informed by their Fates,” once again he sneered, “that if they interfere this time, their powers will destroy their precious Earth. So, they have decided to use the help of some very powerful earthen mortals to stop and destroy Angnhil. We need to make sure they don’t succeed.” Vakortur stopped and waited for a response from the other Gods who just stared at him. “Well? We can’t just kill these mortals. We’re not prepared for another war with the Olympian Gods just yet. We’ll need the help from Angnhil for that matter.”<br/><br/>Nirituae stepped forward. Over the years her skin had gone black from her hatred and her hair was stark white. Two glowing red orbs stood in place of normal eyes. She wore a simple dark purple kimono and glared up at Vakortur angrily. “I know of someone that can stop those mortals. He is a mortal himself. He is one of those damn worshippers that keep calling my name…”<br/><br/>Vakortur put a hand up to stop her from continuing on one of her usual tirades about something she hates. “Are you positive this man can stop the Olympians’ mortals?”<br/><br/>“He’s a very powerful one. He will stop them,” Nirituae narrowed her eyes.<br/><br/>“Well I <em>too</em> have a mortal that can defeat these pesky Olympian mortals!” Benaul exclaimed, stepping forward. Nirituae turned her narrowed gaze and glared at him. “What? You didn’t think you were the only on with mortal worshippers did you?” Benaul preened before his audience, his tan body wearing little more than a low riding silk cloth about his ample godhood. “Mine is even more powerful than yours. I guarantee it,” he boasted.<br/><br/>“Fine. Go to them both in a dream and set them on the course of their destinies, then. We shall see how well this plan comes to fruition,” Vakortur dismissed the Gods with a wave of his hand as he sat back down on his thrown. He leaned back, placing his head in his hand and sighed, hoping this plan would work.</strong>