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[Weirdsound]

Teskort turns livid as he watches Neiden Speak.

He then pauses for a second, to let the wrath pass. Teskort never acts out off anger. With a deep breath he turns to Psaras.  His eyes reflect the beast god's desperation as he speaks.

"What that child of yours proposes goes against every thing I stand for. I cannot even begin to negotiate with a proposal like that. Call off your ascendant, or else count me among your foes. We made the universe together, and for that I will always love and respect you as a brother, but I would rather see it all end than let it become civilized and sterilized."

[sjm9876]

'I too warn you Psaras. I have no love for the plague, but nor do i have a love of civilisation. If your children overshoot their marks, then mine will be forced to return to the old ways. Perhaps this is unavoidable. Perhaps not. But remember, I offered you a solution to the plague, and you denied it. I cannot truly count you as an ally if you are unable to takie a risk for nature.'

Feros also turns to Nam'qua, a look of hatred in his ever shifting eyes.

'I have no lost love for you, Pestilence. You know as such. But the others are too fixed minded, guarded over their own creations to heed my calls. And the threat of technology looms on the horizon. I will call off my personal crusade against you, although my children will carry on as they see fit, for you know as well as I that I do not have the power to defeat you alone. But you are not forgiven. never forgiven'

Last but not least, he turned his attention downwards to where the mortals met, and his silhouette appeared flickering on the wall. A pair of eyes stared from the shadow, causing many present to recoil with fear. A roar echoed throughout the room, and the scent of the forest filled the air.

'I am Feros, lord of the Wilds and father of the Light! You speak of gifts, you speak of technology. Know this. Yours is not the way. Balance must be maintained. And if you push, the wilds will push back. You know of the hunts of old, your parents tell you stories of them in your youths. Be careful lest you desire them to return. Have your way with the plague, but know this. the wilds are my realm, and any harm you do to their cycles will be returned thrice.'

the shadow flickered once more, before it vanished from view, leaving no room for response.

[Weirdsound]

(You know talking to mortals costs an act, right?)

[sjm9876]

(( They don't. Have a look in the OOC OP. Also, speaking of OOC, this should be there. ))

[Powder Miner]

Psaras looked calmly upon Neiden and his Children, somehow despite the chaos that had been wreaked upon all he had sought to create, despite his inability to stop it.
Then, with that same placidness he turned to Teskort and Feros.
"The only fault I see are the suggestions of death and slavery. You see, Neiden is suggesting a movement of mortal civilization, of life, and of reform."
And then his inexplicable calmness finally and very suddenly broke.
"And he is suggesting that it be done ON MY WORLDS! You would do well to remember these are worlds of mine, not simply extended parts of yours, not simply a battlefield, not simply a- a- playground of the gods! They are my worlds with my people! And just as your people live according to your spheres, mine live according to my spheres!

I've never tried to push my way on your peoples, on your worlds, but now you threaten war upon me for not following yours? Well then, I must warn you: I will never take the offense against you, your worlds, or your peoples. I have never wanted to do so, I do not want to do so, and I never will want to do so. But if you start a war I will not hesitate to strike back. And I will not strike back lightly.

I had thought I could trust you two. Yet it becomes increasingly apparent you only see my people as more beings to convert and to conquer."

Psaras turns away, sadly. "All I ever wanted was for my people to prosper, but it looks to be the mission of the other gods to prevent that... I must do what I can, anyway."
Psaras uses an act to make contact with every single one of his children at once, though with different messages according to different groups.
Neiden he tells:
"I have a caveat, my Blessed One. We are to be a race of peace and life, not of death and slavery. Please, if the Plagued do not wish to be cured, merely leave them alone and cure all who do desire it. The march of civilization, though, is indeed where the only future we have may lie, and as long as you do not trespass upon the other gods' worlds, I do hereby bless that cause."
Then, he tells those in the room Neiden is with:
"It is I, the Fisher God, the one who created you. Remember that this is my world, and here the reign of our people rules supreme. Yet, do not war the Solar Ones, and do not kill lightly, nor enslave lightly. And if Feros shall strike at you, I shall protect and return the blow."
Next, he speaks to all on the Networlds:
"I am the Fisher God, he who created you, and know this: Blood sacrifice does not please me. We are to be a race of life, and normal worship is the way to achieving that, not killing! Some among you have invented medicines and been shunned; but it is not a heresy against the Blessed, no, it is a gift from me! Accept the medicines, accept life."
Finally, he speaks to the Children Outside of the Networlds.
"Know two things: that I am sorry, and that one does not have to follow Nam'qua, but they are free to."

Psaras uses his second act to make it so that the Plague Fish cure someone if they want it, fill them if they want that instead, or may still infect them if that is wished.

[HissinhWalnuts]

And so Liram has earned his ascendant, and forgot about first person too.

[gman8181]

When the Wild God Feros projected himself upon the meeting, many cowered or averted gazes in fear. Neiden too was afraid but more so he was angry. He did not cower like the others, but instead stared and his eyes were hard like steel with a harsh crazed anger behind them.
"HAHAHA, Oh yes Wild God, feel free to intimidate us. Threaten US with DEATH and RETRIBUTION as if we had not already faced it before!"

Neiden pointed angrily out a window into the heavens and then out at the distant forests.
"You sent down your crusading demons on us in the name of balance once before, no? To cull the weak and promote strength? Well then do as you preach and let the strong cull the weak... BECAUSE WE... ARE STRONG. Yes, our abilities may not lie in claws and teeth."
Neiden spit bitterly on the ground and continued,
"But we have our intelligence and our WILL to survive along with the gifts our God has bestowed upon us. And if that makes us more apt to survive than others, then condemn not us but them. For if I am not mistaken you preach above all, survival of the fittest right? Or is that just that a weak excuse for you to sick your rapid dogs on our people and your enemies? So then unless you wish to show yourself as a hypocrite, wait and save your condemnation for the ones who failed at the tenants you have so avidly preached.

And for all the good you and yours have done against the plague, I still see those wretched abominations spreading like a wild fire throughout the world. They destroy and infect EVERYTHING WE HOLD DEAR. So if my people, the chosen of our Lord are able to finally bring this pathetic stand still to an end while yours were not, I would think you should be grateful."

Hearing the Voice of his Lord, Neiden even in all his vanity and horrible anger bowed reverently. Few ever saw Neiden prostrate himself for he was indeed a proud one sure of his purpose in life and his abilities. Nonetheless, his God has spoken.The One who had provided for them and protected them when hope was but a bitter dream.

"Lord, I know not my father nor my mother. I am alone if not for you, my sole purpose and salvation. I understand your desire for peace and share it full-heartedly. In truth though, my heart tells me that there will never be the peace we crave unless the plagued are reeled in. I fully intend to offer them salvation through your gift of healing bestowed on us... but those who do not accept... they are our enemies. They are those who fight us at every step, hindering our progress and twisting our efforts and loved ones into horrible mockeries. I know in my heart... in my very soul... that this will not end until those very same are brought to justice. So if they will not take your healing gift, I say they are enemies of you and your children. Followers of the Wretched Diseased Devil and the harbingers of our eventual doom. Let me cleanse your world my Lord. Please, I beg of you let me bring peace and prosperity in your name so that your children can thrive and be happy without those enemies of ours lurking around every damned tree.

Edit: Spelling and Grammar

[HissinhWalnuts]

I feel like eating popcorn again...

[Powder Miner]

Truly, Psaras did have to consider the words of his ascendant. For though Neiden's words were tinted by fury, they held some truth.
"...You may take some action, as long as you limit it. I just want you to remember, I never intended for my Children to go to war. I never intended any of this death or this suffering. And as such, I'd like as little of it coming from you as possible.
And though you have seen of the war of Plague, you have not seen all of the death and conflict I have. You have not seen the war stretch on. It's not a good thing, and as such I've been taking action- action that needs to not stoop to perpetuating the blood."

[gman8181]

"Of course my Lord! You are kind beyond measure for hearing my words and I look forward to the chance to prove myself to you."

Neiden turned to those assembled in the room and he seemed bolstered by a new resolve, larger and more commanding than ever before.

"Our Lord has blessed this holy cause BUT by His Command, we are to use death and violence as sparingly as possible. Our primary focus shall be to capture the infected alive and to bring them back for the integration process. You all know what to do, now go.

With that, the Most Holy Neiden walked out of the meeting chambers. Escorted by his guards back to his private mediation quarters, Neiden slumped down exhausted. He lowered his hood and then slid off his heavy robes. Lastly, he removed his mask and reflectively stared at it for a long time in the quiet dark before putting it down and going to clean himself off and rest after the long tiring day.

[Weirdsound]

Teskort offers a serene smile to Psaras. "You claim worlds? I created the entire ocean, but do not claim that. Places exist so things can live there, not so gods can brag about owning them. We can lay claim to those mortals who devote themselves to us, but the fact you made the Children doesn't make them yours. They have their own will and their own goals. You can choose to support these just as I choose to oppose them, but don't delude yourself into thinking that you have a moral high ground."

The father of beasts chuckles darkly. "And that word you all are throwing around, war is it? It means little to me. War is what one nasty civilized group has with another. I intend to see the children living in a way which I can tolerate, and will act accordingly to see that happen. I wont marshal armies or attempt to claim land which belongs to nobody. I will do what I do best; create beasts to challenge your people, reward behavior I like, and punish what I do not. You can act against individual species if you wish, but war would be the incorrect word to describe those actions."

He then turns his antlered head to Feros. "I know we have had our disagreements, mostly regarding the role of the plague in nature, but aside from that our views are much the same. I propose you touch the Plaguebeasts with an act and turn them into something you find acceptable. Then none of my children will be repulsive to you, and we can be allies. I believe that Nam'qa and his works have a place in nature, but I am willing to postpone that dispute until later. Potentially industrialized networlds are the bigger issue."

[micelus]

Ultra Super Special Roleplaying Turn

The world...was its end so near? Neyravah did not know, but did it matter? If it was ending, Neyravah would need to make sure everything was fine until the Last Day; it it was not, They would be doing much the same. But there was a new consideration...the living planet. If not dealt with, it could destroy all Neyravah had worked for. So, They contacted it.

"Greetings, Planet. Might I begin by asking what name you call yourself?"

The Planet wondered what that sound was, the movement of essence and matter upon its skin. Something powerful but weak, wise but foolish. It was not a part of Itself but not a parasite that lived upon it. It replied with some difficulty.

"Name? To self? None. Know nothing. Call...Urdu? Yes."

[Xantalos]

PTW

[GiglameshDespair]

PTW

+1

[GreatWyrmGold]

Ultra Super Special Roleplaying Turn

The world...was its end so near? Neyravah did not know, but did it matter? If it was ending, Neyravah would need to make sure everything was fine until the Last Day; it it was not, They would be doing much the same. But there was a new consideration...the living planet. If not dealt with, it could destroy all Neyravah had worked for. So, They contacted it.

"Greetings, Planet. Might I begin by asking what name you call yourself?"

The Planet wondered what that sound was, the movement of essence and matter upon its skin. Something powerful but weak, wise but foolish. It was not a part of Itself but not a parasite that lived upon it. It replied with some difficulty.
"Name? To self? None. Know nothing. Call...Urdu? Yes."

"Greetings, Urdu. We are Neyravah, the God of Life. We come to speak on behalf of the life you are destroying--inadvertently, I believe, as you learn what you are and can do. We are hoping you can calm down and achieve what you desire, without any more death.

"What is it that you desire, Urdu? A mighty living planet, freed from the constraints which mere mortals have, yet not so motile or ambitious as the gods tend to be...what do you wish?"