Storm of the mind.

[Runeska]

A high cliff side. The wind blew through the thin grass lining the ground, still slick with the morning dew as the sun beamed over the horizon. Their eyes were closed in thought. How long should they assume this form? Akai seemed disgruntled to have lost the matured battle forged form they once owned. Aclime... didn't quite seem to care. Gekkido on the other hand remained genuinely intrigued with their own development. They would begin aging soon, granted, at a greatly slowed rate. One had to wonder if they should allow nature to play it's role, or circumvent nature once more to accelerate growth. In all truth, their ability to do battle hadn't fallen in the least. But the intimidating presence had all but vanished, replaced with the feeling of a small child. And yet, what lay beneath the angelic smile? Was it man, demon, or something else entirely.

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JiMmIyZ - Hel

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Crazed

Trudging through the short grass from behind the group the image of a man, small in stature but imposing in demeanor would approach. Crunch, crunch. The grass was crushed beneath him with each step but in an instant the group would find themselves quickly stunned, dropping everything that could be in hand. The man seemed young but his eyes told a tale of war and suffering. His body, lithe, his skin rather pale but not overly so. Draped in a black coat of what appeared to be scales but of a creature not of this world, he would approach to a distance of thirty meters and tug upon his flowing white scarf. Setting his right hand and stream it through his long black bangs before speaking to Aclime. "I am Xikdite. The god of battle." He would allow for a tense moment of tension before continuing to speak, the wind sweeping through the cliff face making a high whistle. "I am in need of a representative to fight on my behalf in a tournament. The tournament will decide just who out of us Gods will become King of the Gods. Would you consider acting as my Champion and fight for me? I'll pay you for your services." Apathetic in his speech, he would appear as though in desperate need of aid but unsure of just how to ask for it.

In fact it would appear as if he didn't know how to communicate at all, as if mere speaking was foreign to him and unnatural. A truly surreal experience as he was indeed very strong and capable.

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Now suffering from the stunned affect due to the imposing presence naturally emitted by Xikdite due to his status of being a God.

Stunned

[Runeska]

There was something amiss. They sensed something behind them, or rather, felt it... heard it. Yes, the grass behind them crunched as a figure approached. He didn't appear to be sneaking and yet, they never sensed or felt his presence. Suddenly, they were simply overwhelmed, awed as they'd never been.

This man... being? He introduced himself as the god of battle. Was he serious? They had met gods before. Their presence was something otherworldly. This man fit the profile, but he felt different, somehow dangerous. Akai liked it. The rest were silent.

That was to be expected, afteral, they were stunned by the mere presence of this god. Breathing seemed on hold as they dropped the sheathed blade in their hand. It wasn't until they felt proper function return to their body that an answer formed. With a smile laced with venom, it was Akai who answered for them.


"I would ask why the Gods cannot settle their own disputes, but I suppose this sounds fun. If we're sought out by the God of battle himself, there must be an acceptable stage set to challenge us. We accept. It'd be my honor," He replied eagerly with a cold enthusiasm.

[JiMmIyZ - Hel]

Spent.

The God of Battle, Xikdite, turned his eyes away from his Champion and spoke with a nervous tune. "It's because we're Gods that we can't sort out our own problems. Too much ego, so much we're pretty much now extinct." Shaking it off he began to walk away from Runeska with his hands in his pockets. "At any rate thank you. I had my eyes set on another but he died." With that said a Golden Staircase descended from the heavens faster than the eye could see. So bright was this stair case, it also brought a sense of judgement with it as if only those of righteous soul could ascend. Xikdaite walked up these stairs like they belonged to him, appearing an everyday occurrence. As he walked the stair case drew back toward the heavens and he was quickly gone yet from behind the clouds, high in the sky, an interesting thing did appear. The image of a giant ship soared through the air before a loud booming voice could be heard. "Human, chosen as acolyte of the God Xikdite, God of Battle, most ferocious of the Gods and slayer of his father the God Of War, Retos. I am Naeyar, God Of Messages. Do you accept this offer or do you pass?" The ship sailed through the air as if it were water, pushed along by giant white sails that caught the gusts of wind from above, and two smaller flags by the side of the ship pushed by artificial wind two two large turbines. Crafted from the finest timber it looked as though the lacquer finish had been polished for months to create such a sheen. With a stylized, solid gold bulbous bow reinforcing the a long pike protruding from the ships bow it looked as though it was literally cutting the clouds as it sailed through them like an ocean of fluffy white.

If the trio of one mind would accept the offer he'd find himself instantly teleported aboard. The ship looked giant from the ground but up close, it was so much more. It stretched for miles upon miles, it was as if were made for a crew of giants, and in actuality, it was. Off in the distance, such a long way away, Runeska would spy a man steering the ship. It would be at the very edge of his sight but he would be able to see this man was wearing a white battle dress with golden trimming held up by brown leather suspenders. Atop his head was a roman helm crafted of gold, moulded to make it look as though the helm had sprouted wings and fitted with a Mohawk of unicorn mane. This was the Mystic Golden Helm of Divine Kings, a helm forged with the stolen horde of the great dragon Kovinth, Destroyer Of Men, by dwarves who sacrificed it to Naeyar in a great time of need. This helm acts as a ward against mind affecting ailments and help the wearer keep a sense of right while demeaning the wrong. Upon his feet were sandals crafted with leather and trimmed with gold. These were the 'Feet of Blessed Justice' a gift from the Goddess Sopuna, she had awarded it to him days after completing the sprint across the world. These boots double a the wearers speed allowing them to run both faster and for a longer time. Finally he wore upon his wrists leather bracers, the Champion's Bracers of the Prodigy. These bracers were a gift from his brother Ombus, youngest of the three. They increase the wearers strength by triple and were gifted to Naeyar amidst the boasting of Ombus who claimed to have no need for them.

The man was gripping the wheel and holding it tightly. If the former Mizukage dared close the gap he would find he was further away than once thought. As he'd draw closer and closer to the helmsman he would find that he was a giant of a man, standing over one-hundred meters tall. Resting upon a frame by his side was a staff, the magical staff 'Dragon's Cane.' Carved from the bones of Mesanth The Mysterious One, it was fitted with a great jewel but upon the fitting the bones of Mesanth began to twist and turn to bronze and silver. Soon the images of serpents grew from the staff and accosted the jewel as if the dragons greed had surpassed the realms of life and death yet they froze before reaching it as the jewel began to glow blue. It created a shield of wings to protect itself and the serpents were halted in their advance. Some say the soul of Mesanth now lives within the jewel yet none have been able to communicate with it to confirm this theory. Other venture that the jewel was by chance the lost 'Eye of Mivtix', Goddess Of Jealousy. A lost treasure of the first wife of Hatuna, Goddess Of Thunder, which she crafted herself by tearing out her left eye and bathing it the waters of Masra, Goddess Of Truth. She used it to spy on Hatuna whilst she was away, driven mad by jealousy and paranoia, the Eye was capable of peering every corner of the universe.

While a long distance away by the power of the Gods the ship, the White Servent, trailed through the skies with an intense speed and the Land of Wind was quickly in view. Sweeping deserts as far as the eye could see stole the scenery of the realms of the ocean and a broken down Colosseum which had seen better days laid before Runeska. A withered site, this Colosseum stood a wreck yet somehow echoed as if a mighty scream amidst a massacre reverberated in the stone walls.

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