Legend of Ransera

The command was obeyed perforce as knees bent in unison, and heads lowered in supplication. For their inaugural prayer session, the Vrònti would be pliant and obliging to the religious guidance of this winged messenger. They would follow his lead and beg the mercy of his god.



As the energy from new, virgin souls unknown to the Faith of Aværys streamed into the Ætherium, the Deus Imperator wept, enraptured. His extraplanar Palace of Majesty, so long neglected, radiated with a new and greater lustre the like of which had not been thus since before the Rending. That which had eroded was at last beginning to be restored. Floating through his dominion, Aværys regarded his undisputed realm with a broad smile and, with a blink, he was within the stately ætherial structure seated upon the throne of thrones, tanned hands clenching the arms of his empyreal seat.

"We are pleased." Raithen's tongue imparted Aværys' word and thus was apparent to all who heard this new, musical voice that seemed to harmonise with itself in a radiant chorus. Moments later the distant Sceptre of Aværys that hung over the desert in the distance would seem to grow brighter as a beam of light shot forth that blinded all onlookers and when it faded, Raithen was gone from the isle... gone from Ransera itself.

At the foot of a towering daïs the Avialæ now knelt in a world between worlds. The chamber surrounding him was beautiful... oppressively so. The figure that sat the throne above was familiar, but titanic in size... Closer in size to the colossus at Tertium than the Aværys he'd known thus far. His choral voice boomed, infused with the consummate power of his ætherial realm.

"You have served Us well. Ask of Us a gift, and if thou dost not fain overreach, it shall be bequeathed unto thee. Answer now if thou wouldst, or consider o'er time and beg thy boon at a later date."

"This request of thine is most propitious." Aværys replied with a slow nod, "The Divinity of our line was forged in the crucible of vengeance and, though it be not My domain, We are aligned with the Princeps Vacuum when it comes to matters of revenge." He paused for a pregnant moment to ponder, before speaking again.

"Rest thee hither. Bask in th'embrace of mine æternal affection and when thou wouldst return to the mortal coil, but think on whither thou wouldst be and there shalt thou be delivered. I will seek the counsel and consent of He of the Shadow to fulfill thy desire and when thou hast cause to seek Vengeance, invoke My name. I will come to bequeath unto thee the bloody instrument of thy desiring." Aværys' smile radiated with such a glow that Raithen was briefly blinded and upon regaining his sight he would find himself on a soft, plush rug surrounded by pillows and sweet scents. He was in a different part of the same vasty palace- cozier and not so austere as the presence chamber out of which he'd been blinked.

As the Deus Imperator said, he would be free to rest there free of want, until such time as the mortal world called to him. At that point, he would find himself wherever he wanted to be and only moments would have passed no matter how many hours he spent on the Majestic Plane. The God of Hungers would grant surfeit unto his devoted, albeit only for a temporary span. His hungers would rise again and ere long Aværys would have want of his cupbearer's attentions. But for now, he would feel rewarded and refreshed.

Points: 15, may be used for magic

Injuries/Ailments: None

Loot: A new people to worship Avaerys

Notes: No hot fishboy on birbboy action? =(

Mod XP: Pharaoh: 22