The Gods Pugna - Battle Preparations
By Imperfectionist ;D
Disclaimer: I don't own great stuff like Tortall etc, especially Joren so don't get ideas about suing me!
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Kel rested in bed for three days, and the moment she got up she got the biggest lecture she ever had by Joren. She got a bit cheeky and told him how much he cared for her is unnecessary, which got Joren into the worst temper ever. Felix didn't help much at all. In fact she was somewhere else to deal with some business concerning the attempted assassination.
She was yet again in the dark room, and she stared at the ever lasting darkness in the corner. She was dressed casually and sat on a chair in the light. "Those men wore devices, and it shows they were some nobles men. I ask for your help in finding this nobles and details." "Why my dear? Why burden yourself with such trouble?" "Because. because it's someone I care for." The man sighed, and Felix looked down at her knees feeling ashamed. All her life she learnt that the life she was born to lead made sure she shouldn't have affections to anyone. Since she met Kel, she became more attached to her and called her a friend. She began to care for friend's safety and feelings. For the Rogue's daughter this was something new and wonderful. And Joren was just a confusing and very different matter.
"I'll get someone sort you out. Damn my own weakness." The Princess of Thieves curtsied deeply and she left the dark passage and headed to find Joren.
"Kel, I'll ask you again. What happened?" Joren asked in a frustrated way. He still didn't know a single thing about the night three days ago. He felt so stupid that he didn't know. "I told you. I'm not happy to tell you." she replied tiresomely. Today her leg wass better and the pain had dulled, though it was very stiff to move. At least she was able to walk to the latrine instead of using a bed pan, but very slowly. Joren sat on the edge of her bed and she noticed his hands were clenched in anger. Looking at him made her guilty though she hid it with her Yamani face.
"I.I'm sorry, My Lord. Well that night, I went out, for a walk. And I was, attacked, by seven men, who wore braids. Felix came and, if it weren't for her, I could have been, dead." It was awkward to say, but at least it was off her chest.
The door burst open, immediately Joren jumped with his sword in his hand and Felix came in panting as if she ran around the entire capital. He relaxed and sheathed his sword.
"We are leaving now." The girl panted. "What?" "I said we are going now." "But what about Kel?" "That's alright I can ride on Hoshi just fine." She reassured them, though she wasn't too sure herself. Gods know how much she hated being useless. "We'll strap her onto her saddle." Suggested Joren, Kel protested at this idea but she didn't convince her knight and her friend she would be safe on a horse without being strapped onto one.
Before midday they were ready to go, with Kel securely strapped onto Hoshi, a full purse (compliments from the Rogue) and everything packed in the saddlebags. Joren checked everyone's armour and weapons, making sure it would be in use as fast as possible. Knowing the enemy wass around to kill them had assured him to be more careful. They set off at a fast pace, creating clouds of dust behind them, the wind blowing sharply into their faces as they rode out of the capital of Tusaine.
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In the Divine Realms, Shineal gathered at the God's Court. It was a splendid place, a court like no other. It was in the open surrounded by thin beams of light, the floor was a great mirror reflecting the colour of the sky and the sky was now a bloody red, the colour of war. The great throne reserved for Mithros stood gleaming gold and splendid. The throne next to it was splendid too and it shone too with power and authority. In a great semi circle facing the two thrones were grand seats shaped and made to fit the particular god or goddess.
Here Shineal sat at her own seat, an elaborately carved high back chair made of ice. It was beautiful but was no match with the great thrones. She wass amongst the gods who had power in certain parts of the world. She spoke to the god next to her, the wilderness god, and they discussed bout the important issues under their reign.
All became silent when Mithros and the Great Mother Goddess sat on their throne. Both held a deep aura and were elegant, supernaturally beautiful too. The silence hung with great tension as the gods and goddesses waited patiently for Mithros to speak before they did. Then he spoke with his mind, his voice was clear and distinct.
"As all of you know, there is war in the mortal realm. But this war, will be like no other war, more brutal than other wars, bigger than other wars will be endangering all of us. It shall completely wipe out every single immortal if we are defeated. It's war to fight for our survival. My cousin Shineal, Goddess and keeper of the Northern Mountains and ice, descendant of Appollo, God of Prophesies and Art has all ready sent the two vessels who will choose our fate on their way. It will be hard for them, let us aid them as this will help us all to survive. And we should prepare ourselves for this great battle, before the mortals with our aid fight for us. Let us send our greatest power we possess and most of our predator creatures under our power to fight. We shall call on the wise dragons to protect our realm. With us staying united, we will be strong and we will strive for survival. We hope for fate to favour us and so do we hope the two destined ones would favour us too."
"So mote it be," echoed through the court and beyond it as Gods and Goddesses cried. The great power off those four words affected the mortal realms. It disturbed a delicate experiment Numair was doing in Corus, the earth vibrated so that it caused rubbles of dirt. All animals stopped what they did and started to journey towards the hills of Mont, which divided the Tusaine and Maren border. Stormwings heard the gods cry and flew to their feast. Kings all around sent their armies and warriors to be ready for command when everyone knew who the enemy is.
Every living being waited anxiously for the three destined to choose their paths makes their first move in Maren.
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Troops after troops lined up before their leader for a pre-battle speech. Each soldier were extremely largely built, and dressed in black iron armour with a black iron round the helm with a small red tassel on the top of it. They appeared glamorous, but their eyes showed no soul or warmth living in them. They were cold and never had a wrinkle on their cheek from smiling. They stood still and emotionlessly waiting for the speech from the great Master.
A tall finely built man stood on a high wooden platform in front of the enormous courtyard. He gazed at every soldier inspecting them closely. He had fine smooth features, a straight cut nose, soft and determined lips, mesmerising eyes and with silky ebony hair. He dressed in a plain white robe and with a great pendant with the symbol Queen of Chaos. He moved with great grace and from a few miles off anyone could feel his magic he is giving off.
"Today is the day." His voice was strong with the sound of leadership. "We would fight for what we wanted. The freedom from what other pathetic fools called Gods. We would destroy every one of them and you would get your freedom, your lands that you should have got a long time ago. May we drive forward in the name of the Queen of Chaos." A great solitary roar was heard; they cried, "May we follow you, Oh Great Master!" The gates on the barely visible gates opened and troops marched out in a military formation.
The Master smirked, in his mind he shouted, "I shall make the impossible become possible, and my greatest of them all will be the destruction, of all you disgraceful, egotistical Gods." Apart from his large army, he has a secret weapon. And he was thrilled to display them in the first battle of the Gods.
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End of Chapter!!! Yay!! Another 2 or 3 more chapters and this story have finished! Well I am guilty, and not just guilty, VERY GUILTY!! Because there is no J/K fluff in this. yet. if. I decide to write a sequel (depending on demand *hint hint*) where there would be loads and loads of J/K fluff and there would be a way to get rid of Felix. Hmmm. I won't say anymore because I'm going to spoil the rest otherwise.
By Imperfectionist ;D
Disclaimer: I don't own great stuff like Tortall etc, especially Joren so don't get ideas about suing me!
*~*~*
Kel rested in bed for three days, and the moment she got up she got the biggest lecture she ever had by Joren. She got a bit cheeky and told him how much he cared for her is unnecessary, which got Joren into the worst temper ever. Felix didn't help much at all. In fact she was somewhere else to deal with some business concerning the attempted assassination.
She was yet again in the dark room, and she stared at the ever lasting darkness in the corner. She was dressed casually and sat on a chair in the light. "Those men wore devices, and it shows they were some nobles men. I ask for your help in finding this nobles and details." "Why my dear? Why burden yourself with such trouble?" "Because. because it's someone I care for." The man sighed, and Felix looked down at her knees feeling ashamed. All her life she learnt that the life she was born to lead made sure she shouldn't have affections to anyone. Since she met Kel, she became more attached to her and called her a friend. She began to care for friend's safety and feelings. For the Rogue's daughter this was something new and wonderful. And Joren was just a confusing and very different matter.
"I'll get someone sort you out. Damn my own weakness." The Princess of Thieves curtsied deeply and she left the dark passage and headed to find Joren.
"Kel, I'll ask you again. What happened?" Joren asked in a frustrated way. He still didn't know a single thing about the night three days ago. He felt so stupid that he didn't know. "I told you. I'm not happy to tell you." she replied tiresomely. Today her leg wass better and the pain had dulled, though it was very stiff to move. At least she was able to walk to the latrine instead of using a bed pan, but very slowly. Joren sat on the edge of her bed and she noticed his hands were clenched in anger. Looking at him made her guilty though she hid it with her Yamani face.
"I.I'm sorry, My Lord. Well that night, I went out, for a walk. And I was, attacked, by seven men, who wore braids. Felix came and, if it weren't for her, I could have been, dead." It was awkward to say, but at least it was off her chest.
The door burst open, immediately Joren jumped with his sword in his hand and Felix came in panting as if she ran around the entire capital. He relaxed and sheathed his sword.
"We are leaving now." The girl panted. "What?" "I said we are going now." "But what about Kel?" "That's alright I can ride on Hoshi just fine." She reassured them, though she wasn't too sure herself. Gods know how much she hated being useless. "We'll strap her onto her saddle." Suggested Joren, Kel protested at this idea but she didn't convince her knight and her friend she would be safe on a horse without being strapped onto one.
Before midday they were ready to go, with Kel securely strapped onto Hoshi, a full purse (compliments from the Rogue) and everything packed in the saddlebags. Joren checked everyone's armour and weapons, making sure it would be in use as fast as possible. Knowing the enemy wass around to kill them had assured him to be more careful. They set off at a fast pace, creating clouds of dust behind them, the wind blowing sharply into their faces as they rode out of the capital of Tusaine.
*~*~*
In the Divine Realms, Shineal gathered at the God's Court. It was a splendid place, a court like no other. It was in the open surrounded by thin beams of light, the floor was a great mirror reflecting the colour of the sky and the sky was now a bloody red, the colour of war. The great throne reserved for Mithros stood gleaming gold and splendid. The throne next to it was splendid too and it shone too with power and authority. In a great semi circle facing the two thrones were grand seats shaped and made to fit the particular god or goddess.
Here Shineal sat at her own seat, an elaborately carved high back chair made of ice. It was beautiful but was no match with the great thrones. She wass amongst the gods who had power in certain parts of the world. She spoke to the god next to her, the wilderness god, and they discussed bout the important issues under their reign.
All became silent when Mithros and the Great Mother Goddess sat on their throne. Both held a deep aura and were elegant, supernaturally beautiful too. The silence hung with great tension as the gods and goddesses waited patiently for Mithros to speak before they did. Then he spoke with his mind, his voice was clear and distinct.
"As all of you know, there is war in the mortal realm. But this war, will be like no other war, more brutal than other wars, bigger than other wars will be endangering all of us. It shall completely wipe out every single immortal if we are defeated. It's war to fight for our survival. My cousin Shineal, Goddess and keeper of the Northern Mountains and ice, descendant of Appollo, God of Prophesies and Art has all ready sent the two vessels who will choose our fate on their way. It will be hard for them, let us aid them as this will help us all to survive. And we should prepare ourselves for this great battle, before the mortals with our aid fight for us. Let us send our greatest power we possess and most of our predator creatures under our power to fight. We shall call on the wise dragons to protect our realm. With us staying united, we will be strong and we will strive for survival. We hope for fate to favour us and so do we hope the two destined ones would favour us too."
"So mote it be," echoed through the court and beyond it as Gods and Goddesses cried. The great power off those four words affected the mortal realms. It disturbed a delicate experiment Numair was doing in Corus, the earth vibrated so that it caused rubbles of dirt. All animals stopped what they did and started to journey towards the hills of Mont, which divided the Tusaine and Maren border. Stormwings heard the gods cry and flew to their feast. Kings all around sent their armies and warriors to be ready for command when everyone knew who the enemy is.
Every living being waited anxiously for the three destined to choose their paths makes their first move in Maren.
*~*~*
Troops after troops lined up before their leader for a pre-battle speech. Each soldier were extremely largely built, and dressed in black iron armour with a black iron round the helm with a small red tassel on the top of it. They appeared glamorous, but their eyes showed no soul or warmth living in them. They were cold and never had a wrinkle on their cheek from smiling. They stood still and emotionlessly waiting for the speech from the great Master.
A tall finely built man stood on a high wooden platform in front of the enormous courtyard. He gazed at every soldier inspecting them closely. He had fine smooth features, a straight cut nose, soft and determined lips, mesmerising eyes and with silky ebony hair. He dressed in a plain white robe and with a great pendant with the symbol Queen of Chaos. He moved with great grace and from a few miles off anyone could feel his magic he is giving off.
"Today is the day." His voice was strong with the sound of leadership. "We would fight for what we wanted. The freedom from what other pathetic fools called Gods. We would destroy every one of them and you would get your freedom, your lands that you should have got a long time ago. May we drive forward in the name of the Queen of Chaos." A great solitary roar was heard; they cried, "May we follow you, Oh Great Master!" The gates on the barely visible gates opened and troops marched out in a military formation.
The Master smirked, in his mind he shouted, "I shall make the impossible become possible, and my greatest of them all will be the destruction, of all you disgraceful, egotistical Gods." Apart from his large army, he has a secret weapon. And he was thrilled to display them in the first battle of the Gods.
*~*~*
End of Chapter!!! Yay!! Another 2 or 3 more chapters and this story have finished! Well I am guilty, and not just guilty, VERY GUILTY!! Because there is no J/K fluff in this. yet. if. I decide to write a sequel (depending on demand *hint hint*) where there would be loads and loads of J/K fluff and there would be a way to get rid of Felix. Hmmm. I won't say anymore because I'm going to spoil the rest otherwise.