Work In Progress: Under New Management

"As I have said before, I am called Labelas Enoreth," said the Lord of the Continuum. "I have domain over time, history, longevity and the moment of choice... And I sense one now. It is up to you" -He swept his hand around, indicating the other gods- "to restore this world. How will you do it is your own matter; I am a watcher, a guardian, and not a creator. I will now go; however, I will be watching; tamper with the flow of history at your own risk."

With that, he made a mystical sign and disappeared.

"I am Gaia, Goddess of Nature. First born from Chaos, and Mother of the Titans. A pleasure." Said Gaia.

"So much to do, so little time.... well then, I'd best get started! Ta-ta!"

Sheogorath turned and walked into the distance, whistling merrily.

"Hmm... Sehogorath." the boy said, casually walking behind him with his hands in his pockets. "Room for one more?" the boy smiled, his teeth showing.

"Hrrrmmm...."

Sheogorath stroked his beard.

"That depends, you direly dispassionate delinquent! What's yer angle?"

"Angle? What are you talking about?" he looked toward the geezer with his hands still in his pockets. "I just go with the flow." the boy shrugged ernestly, the smile disappearing into a disappointed frown.

edited 8th Jan '12 6:21:55 PM by RagnaTheSaviour

"Suuuure, and I'm an Argonian strudel merchant. Still, you can tag along if you want. For the moment."

"Strudel merchant? Oh, hot dog! Can I have some!?" the boy grinned, laughing to himself as he followed the other god. "So what are you God of?" the boy placed his hands on the back of his head, looking up at the sky as he continued at a brisk pace. Hopefully the old man could keep up, at least.

"Biscuits. Biscuits and hairstyles! But only on the thirteenth hour of the thirteenth day of the thirteenth month every thirteen years. The rest of the time, my purview is Madness and certain derivatives thereof. And yerself?"

"Hold on a minute!" Jon called after the two.

"I have never had experience in the matter, but recreating a world cannot be as easy as simply going our own ways. We should develop a plan for this world's progress together before we set off."

edited 8th Jan '12 7:25:02 PM by SonofMelonHead

"Ahahaha, frankly I don't remeber. I was there observing the clash of two great beings of light and darkness. I was just sort of there. You can say I rule the Void or.. I'm Humanity. Either one, I guess." the boy shrugged, trying to remember exactly what he governed. "I was there before Gods were even around, so Elder God? I dunno." the boy walked, looking back toward Jon. "You have a point..." he brought up a hand, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Oh I'd love to help, believe you me, but my contract says I can't do that. It just isn't in my nature. Aedra create the worlds, Daedra change, subvert, corrupt and destroy the worlds. We have a system and we stick to it."

Reaching out with his senses, OORAH! searched for the point where the military and conflict were exemplified, a place which could become his domain.
Upon finding it, he set off towards it.
After hours of uneventful marching, OORAH! finally reached the nearest armed force.

"I AM OORAH! GOD OF WAR! WHAT IS THE NAME OF THIS AREA?"

edited 9th Jan '12 11:34:25 AM by GeekCodeRed

Deciding he could talk things out with Sheogorath later, Jon turned to Raiden and Gaia. "I suspect you two would have more experience with this sort of thing than me." he said. "Any ideas as to how we should start?"

Some time ago in a Netherworld far, far away...

"Zetta, you idiot! Did you forget what happened the last time you burned the Tome?!"
A graceful woman◊ was scolding an angry-looking book◊.
"But Salome, it insulted me again!" the book tried to acquit himself, fruitlessly.
"No buts! Looks like the last time you've gotten off too easy. Now I'll have you rebuild it without fellow Overlords to help. I have just heard of a perfect place..."
"Hell no! I'm not going anywhere!"
"Black Prison!"
"Zetta Beam!"

But after a short yet fierce battle, a red book bathed in light blue flames was seen hurtling through the interdimensional space.


Zetta, the Badass Freaking Overlord and the Sacred Tome. You have been Invited.

The course of it's flight was corrected and the speed cut, slightly. It still traversed the atmosphere of the world in a blink, and it's landing not far from the gathered gods raised clouds of dust in addition to the bright flash of light.

"Where the hell am I?!" thundered a voice from the clouds of dust, implying a being of great power and stature. But as the clouds settled, the appearance of a metre tall red book◊ quite contrasted that.

The doll-like girl had proceeded to ignore the others for a while, as she absentmindedly juggled the floating runes she had created. Soon, though, she grew bored, and loudly clapped her hands, causing them to disappear instantly.

"...A book?" She bent over at a perfect ninety-degree angle and looked over Zetta. "A talking book. Most peculiar."

With a rigid, mechanical motion, she lifted up the book with both hands and loosely hugged it to her chest. "We are... I do not know where we are, strange talking book. Although wherever we are, it is probably Kyubey's fault we are here. It is always Kyubey's fault."

"Kriemhild Gretchen, Witch of Salvation. Do you have a title, strange talking book? I see none on your cover, only an ugly face."

"Hey look, it's... The Oghma Infinium Volume II?"

Sheogorath approached the girl and prodded the book with his cane.

"Long story short, we've all been brought here for nebulous reasons to rebuild this shattered planet. There was also something about Marshmallow Skies, tiger-taming and building the ultimate mousetrap, but that can probably wait 'til later."

edited 10th Jan '12 3:40:53 AM by Vox

The person Oorah was facing was wearing a motley collection of robes, torn and dirty; they hid his - or her, for that matter - entire body.
The person looked at Oorah, their gaze moving up and done, noting the long hair and camouflage paint.
"Bah, ye're na god, ye're just a fool," the person said.

edited 10th Jan '12 4:51:56 AM by desdendelle

OORAH! responded to that by sticking his hand into a nearby cooking fire and keeping it there for a few minutes.
He then went and effortlessly lifted a huge boulder in one hand.
"I AM OORAH! GOD OF WAR AND IT'S SURROUNDING LOGISTICS! I HAVE COME HERE BECAUSE IT IS THE NEAREST ARMED FORCE TO WHERE I APPEARED!"

The sandit laughed. "Bah, ye'll have t'do more than that - som't'ing ev'ry fool wiv a magical trinket can do - to convince me, pal," the sandit said, and put their hand inside their robes - in all likelihood, reaching for their weapon.

Before he even finished reaching inside his robe, OORAH! effortlessly described the weapon.
"I AM OORAH! MAKE THIS MY DOMAIN AND I SHALL SHOW YOU THE EXTENT OF MY POWER. DO SO BY AGREEING TO MY PROTECTION."

Immediately as the girl picked him up, Zetta begun wriggling and protesting.

"Hey! Let me down this instant, girl! I am Lord Zetta, The Most Badass Frickin Overlord In All The Cosmos! Put. Me. Down. NOW!"

Sheogorath comments went unnoticed in the commotion.

"Bah, I need no protection!" the sandit said. "I worship the powerful Mars, god of war! Now, stop foolin' aroun' and git th' hell outta here before I run ya through," he threatened. Then he whistled - and three more sandits appeared, coming out from a nearby tent. They were much bigger than the first one, and something seemed... off about them; Oorah could sense that something was wrong with them, as though they were corrupted by darkness...

OORAH! laughed.
"MARS? THAT ASPECT OF ME DIED MILLENIA AGO! I SHALL TAKE YOU ALL ON! FOR I AM OORAH! GOD OF WAR! TO FIGHT ME IS TO GIVE ME POWER!"

The leading sandit facepalmed. "That's it. Git 'im, boys. Let's see 'is trinket."
The three sandits complied, rolling their sleeves up to reveal muscled, tanned arms. They advanced on Oorah, one of them circling to strike him from behind as the two others rushed to punch the god - and suddenly, their hands were covered in roiling balls of black energy...