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Character Info
Name: Mendean
Age: 18
Alignment: None
Race: Divine entity
Gender: Male
Class: Lord of Chaos!
Silver: 2061
The abandoned house in Verstrass, Egjora. Two Mendeans, two sets of memories. One had been here, one had not. But the events that occurred after his encounter there in one world had set forth a domino effect that had almost led to the loss of his father, ahead of schedule. An enemy, and yet…

Mendean stood and looked up at the battered old fence. It was just as run-down as he recalled. Beyond lay a modest country house, or at least it had been a thousand years prior. Like before, it had been torn down and rebuilt in places, recycling the old bricks from its original construction. Much of the original structure remained though. For when it had originally been constructed, it had served as a college of sorts. Now it was just a ruin.

He laid a hand on the fence, closing his eyes, frowning. Powerful wards remained in place. That was why it had not been destroyed, of course. Magic. For a thousand years prior, this whole street had been a country estate in which the great and good of the land had been educated in ettiquette, mathematics, geography, languages and, of course, courtly magic.

In both histories, his father had come here and spent several formative years learning how to be a young nobleman. Here he had excelled in the academic disciplines, and of course this was where his natural talent for magic had begun to blossom.

It was jealousy that had caused another to attempt powerful magics, trapping them in another world that they would not emerge from for many centuries. And when they did return, they had not liked the way the world had changed.

But all this had been caused by a young Mendean. He had cut himself by accident. The blood of the family. It had been enough. Enough to topple the first of the dominoes.

He stepped away, almost walking into an elderly couple. But they soon forgot he was even there and after a brief moment where they scowled and stumbled to one side, the wife chided her husband for becoming so clumsy in his old age. Neither recalled the strange young man with unkempt hair who had gotten in their way.

Mendean began to walk around the property, looking for a way in. Why was he here? Was it just to check that the story would remain the same? No, that was not possible. Father had been dead several years. The window of opportunity for revenge from the one trapped in another world was gone. Besides, there was a good chance he had ended up trapped in a world where time was not slower. Every likelihood he had died hundreds of years ago.

But what if?

He had to see. He had to know.

An alley. A low dry stone wall. This would have been the front entrance. Now it was something else, much diminished. Mendean turned into the alley, spotting the crumbling remains of the building's original archway, now strangled by unkempt trees.

This was it. He smiled to himself.


God Abilities:

Can warp reality around him, so that the environment will begin to resemble his dream-like realm.

May enter and manipulate the dreams of others.

You cannot know Mendean for who or what he is unless he allows it. Even your memories will be altered to disguise his identity, unless he does not wish it. Even his aura is too widely spread for you to see.
Rhea

Character Info
Name: Rhea
Age: Appears 20ish
Alignment: TN
Race: Siren Mixture
Gender: Female
Class: Dreamweaver
Silver: 117
The mortal realm was far more interesting than her own. There were more people to watch here and see what she could do to progress their worlds. Her temple mainly served as a place for people to come and beg for her help. They would travel deep into her realm in hopes that she could give them what they desired. When she wandered the world, she could find those that truly could use her help without sinking so low as to beg for it. She found ways to help those who needed it without the need of her powers. The strongest were always the ones that did not require her abilities to become that way.

There a ghost of a smile on her lips as she remained perched on the top of one of the buildings. No one would ever think to look up to see her resting up there and, so, it made a perfect place for her to observe them. She could feel the desire drip of them all. There was a man that was sitting in one of the taverns that she was currently observing. The lust that erupted from him was enough to leave her nauseous because of the younger woman that his eyes watched. Some thought being able to feel the love around you was a gift but she thought it more of a curse. She was glad she could only feel the desire over hearing what he was probably thinking right now.

Thankfully, her prey was soon forgotten with another feeling the echoed from a different part of town. Hazel eyes flickered towards where she felt it and her feature mirror the confusion that she was feeling. It was an aura that she did not sense a lot. She had met the owner of that aura a couple times before but something was different. Her biggest confusion was the fact that she found it out in the moral world. Normally, she kept away from the strange boy. She wanted nothing to do with him outside what was necessary. He gave her the chills.

It was the difference in his aura that caused her to pull herself to her feet and quickly jump from one roof to the next. She had never been the best at jumping but with a little twist of air to her feet, it was not difficult for her to make the leap. It was nothing like her father could do, but it was perfect for what she used it for. She landed not far from where the younger one was trying to work his way into a building. She was sure he had probably sensed her coming already, but she watched curiously at what he was trying to do.

Leaning down from her perch, she blurted out her curiosity loudly. "Are you actually trying to break into a house?" Rhea could not hid her confusion as she just remained where she sat. She knew better than to let herself get too close to him. There was no knowing what the chaotic boy would do. She knew better than to trust any of the other deity of her world, especially with the strange changes. All of her brethren were beginning to act strange since the strange opening began to pop up. She even had a man fall into her temple.



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Character Info
Name: Mendean
Age: 18
Alignment: None
Race: Divine entity
Gender: Male
Class: Lord of Chaos!
Silver: 2061
There was no rusty gate, no wooden portal. This building was far too old to possess such features. Any sizeable chunks of wood would have long-since rotted. No one wanted this building, and no one had allowed it to be demolished. That was curious to Mendean. It meant that someone owned this land and had either completely forgotten about it or was deliberately preventing someone from developing it. He would have to look into that later, when he had the chance to brush up on his high Egjoran. It was a language he had not read for a while. Unsurprising, given that it seemed the majority of text in that language took the form of legal and contract information. Something a lord of chaos like himself would find anathema.

He vaulted the moss-coated wall in a single fluid motion, feet landing firmly on the damp ground beyond. It had rained this morning, clouds still scudding the sky in its aftermath. Looking down at his feet, he realised he was not barefoot. It was an odd sensation. To one part of him, it felt unnatural, but to the other there was a curiousity that the sensation should occur at all. One of many differences that highlighted themselves in his new state of being.

He began to brush aside a chunk of passion flower creepers that had somehow become partially detached from the dead oak tree that had served as their host. The flowers were dead, but he could sense the pulse of life from within. Stepping over a root, he passed the initial veil of overgrowth, finding himself standing in a rocky clearing, through which tall spiky teasel plants had slipped between.

As he examined one of the teasel plants' translucent flat seed pods, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. A wry smile. Of course, one of the local gods. He had gotten careless. A thought and his aura extended out, encompassing first the city, then the whole island and beyond, losing integrity until it merged with the world. Now he had no discernible aura. That should hopefully prevent any further detection, now his presence was scattered everywhere. A trick that the otherworldly Mendean had used all the time. Using it now, brought a special frisson of newness.

He had not spoken the languages of Canelux in a number of years. Back home his main tongue was Wyllmochvaran or the various daemonic tongues of his mother's line. It took a while for the words spoken by Rhea to filter into his consciousness, so he turned and stared up between branches at her, composing a response as best he could.

“House bro-ken. Fffamily business. Ah. Što želiš?” At the end of the sentence he gave up. He did not enjoy speaking Adelunan. It was a pervasive language that seemed to be infecting everywhere, even in his homeland. To Mendean, it was a clumsy bastardised tongue that had no true identity or structure. No elegance. He decided to switch to a language he suspected they might share in common.

“This is a place of family history. Something happened here, long ago in another world. I am here to see if it happened in this world also.” Mendean's words came as symbols, images discerned from the subconscious. He was speaking with his thoughts in one of the many dream languages. Rhea was strongly connected to the Dreaming, as he was. He believed it was likely she would be able to interpret his intended meaning.


God Abilities:

Can warp reality around him, so that the environment will begin to resemble his dream-like realm.

May enter and manipulate the dreams of others.

You cannot know Mendean for who or what he is unless he allows it. Even your memories will be altered to disguise his identity, unless he does not wish it. Even his aura is too widely spread for you to see.
Rhea

Character Info
Name: Rhea
Age: Appears 20ish
Alignment: TN
Race: Siren Mixture
Gender: Female
Class: Dreamweaver
Silver: 117
After the words left her lips, the Goddess began to wonder why she had been so foolish to question him. They were equal in powers, but her personality had always been cruel towards her. He had never been the nicest of people and far too creepy to make her want to deal with him for long. She had almost began to retreat when his words met her ear. The words came out broken and confused. Rhea wanted to laugh, but she held her tongue. She had never seen him actually try to speak to her in the native tongue of Adelunan, but laughing would only bring her some very ugly nightmares. She learned that lesson the hard way.
 
His next try at communication came in a more normal form for her. It was the language of the dreams. Not many ever spoke the strange imagery language, but her mother had been kind enough to teach her when she was young. She had followed in her mother’s footsteps in many ways but dream weaving had been one of her favorites. The confusion on her face did not leave, despite the language he used, because Mendean actually giving her a useful answer was bizarre.
 
”Is it that world?” His words only helped to spark her interest more as she let herself leave her perch to land on level ground with him. ”You have been plague with those strange memories as well?” Her dream language would not be as exact as his was, but it would be enough to allow a common ground between them to talk.  There was envy in her gaze as she stared at the house he was trying to enter. It was not actually because of the home, her focus was on the memories. She had none. Outside of what her parents and Aunt had told her, she had no connection to that world.
 
It was that gut feeling of being left out that tortured her. She understood why she had not been alive in that world that people, but it was causing so many to change while she remained exactly the same. Her eyes broke away from the house to gaze at him. He had yet to do anything to warn her departure, so she would offer her help. ”Is there a way I may help? I am certain you do not wish for brute strength, but there may be a way for me to assist you.”


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Character Info
Name: Mendean
Age: 18
Alignment: None
Race: Divine entity
Gender: Male
Class: Lord of Chaos!
Silver: 2061

Seeing the brief flicker of amusement in the goddess' eyes, Mendean felt the ire rise within him. He hated Adeluna and the attitude of cultural supremacy that was endemic amongst its populace. They had accomplished little except for the assimilation of other societies and expansion across much of the southern part of the continent of Canelux. Other than that, he viewed them as inferior. They were still under the yoke of their gods, their technology inferior and their command of the arcane was centuries behind that of Mendean's own people. One day he would show them the error of their ways, but not today. He forced the anger down and continued to talk in the language of dreams.


“Not plagued. And they are not just memories. There has been a collision of worlds. I have memories of being here, of certain events happening. But that was not here. Not in this world. But much of what is true there is true here also. I…never mind. You will see. Come. If you are curious enough to learn something important, then walk with me, barbarian goddess. Perhaps some of my civilised ways will rub off on you before it is too late.”


Mendean turned away from Rhea and frowned. Had he always been that way with westerners? He recalled a certain pride in the culture of his own people, but rarely had he expressed such open contempt. Wait. Of course he had. He was a citizen of Parvpora. He was…two sets of memories weighed heavily upon the young god causing him to falter for a moment. Integration was proceeding slower than he might have expected. Resistance from both sides of himself. He pursed his lips. It was to be expected.


Tall weeds reached chest height or higher. Teasel was just one of a number of specimens. Dock weed, comfrey and something red and brittle that seemed to enjoy bursting through and widening cracks in the flagstones, many of them having long-ago been reduced to gravel. For a moment he was tempted to allow his world into this one, to warp the scenery around him into something more fitting and agreeable to him. But he resisted the temptation. For now, he would remain fully-anchored in this world.


Reaching the door, he found that a sharp push was not enough to open it. There was loose rubble on the other side, preventing access. Running fingertips over the wood, he learned that the door was only a couple of centuries old. Clearly the previous owners had tried to make something of the old ruin, but failed. There was too much magic still present. Residue from over a millennia of enchantments, conjurations, summonings and the like. An institution that showed these lands once had something in common with far-off Wyllmochvar. But time had turned these two lands off on different paths. Canelux had fallen into primitive barbarism while Parvpora continued to flourish.


Peering into the dark interior of the structure, Mendean saw shafts of light penetrating the dusty hallway beyond. There were many ways in, but he preferred the door. He wanted to ensure he followed the path of memory exactly, noting every difference. He turned to Rhea. “This is the door I must pass through and no other. Brute strength may be necessary, but are you capable of doing so without bringing the whole building down?”


God Abilities:

Can warp reality around him, so that the environment will begin to resemble his dream-like realm.

May enter and manipulate the dreams of others.

You cannot know Mendean for who or what he is unless he allows it. Even your memories will be altered to disguise his identity, unless he does not wish it. Even his aura is too widely spread for you to see.

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