Divine Chess

[Shadowalker]

Leaping from branch to branch a pair of chipmonks played thier game of tag admist constant chatter. A large raven caw cawed nearby, expressing its annoyance at the foolhardy duo. Below them sat a Twig, back against a tree, as if leaning against a comrad or uncle perhaps. Thinking Twig thoughts that turned and twisted with as much agility.. aclarity.. as the two tree rats above him.

A sudden crack of lightning, unfounded by clouds, broke the moment of contemplation and play. The sky quite litteraly ripped open with the divine blast, followed by several more. Woodland life scatered to hiden holes and glens, as Twig stood to his feet, an everpresent grin upon his face while scanning the heavins. Muttering to himself, "What folly have the Gods found now to ammuse themselves.".

Laughter from behind causes Twig to whirl arround, his eyes falling upon the equllaly not tall form of Brandobaris. Original jokester and self proclaimed playboy of the Divine Realm.

With a face splitting grin, Twig greets the God with a simple, "Allo's to you"

Exuding a sence of barely contained power Brando speaks,"Curious are we, little Twig? Wondering what 'ammusment' beings beyond your reach would do in play?", snickering loudly he continues, "Congratulations, you have just vollenteered." Reaching foward as he finished, Brandobaris placed his hand upon Twig shoulder and the world spun to a new view and location.

No longer surrounded by trees and life, stone and morter now greeted Twigs green eyes. Nonplussed by the Gods antics, Twig looked beyond the immediate stones at his feet to see eight feet of buldging muscles glaring at him from across the courtyard. The mass of flesh was only dwarfed (gnomed) by the pressence of Gorm, another diety, standing at his side.

Twig thinking, "This one has certainly got a burr in his bum"

Twig gave a warry eye to the God still standing beside him. Brando smirked, replying to the unspoken question in Twigs eyes, "You shall be my champion"

Aware that his own stature was no taller than either of the Gods present, Twig could not help but ask, "Midget wrestling?"

Suddenly all vision was lost as a brilliant flash of light erupted from the center of the square. The sound of many voices at the edge of hearing were first noted, then sight clearing, revealing Torm all a glow with his perhaps overly dramatic entrance. A sea of faces peering down at those in the square, haveing appeared with Torm.

Torms voice booming, "The two of you have a wager to settle?"

Both Gorm and Brando reply agreement.

"And these are your champions?"

Again agreement.

"Then they shall battle till the last, and with life restored will battle again till the best two of three fights is won" Torm pauses now to include with a wave of his arms all those gathered above the square, "Yee shall all bear mortal witness to this contest. Whom evers champion loses this day, shall give hommage at the altar of the victor."

The crowd cheers and curses as suits thier true natures.

"Champions prepare thy selves!" roars Torm.

"Yeus!" rumbles the walking mountain of muscle identified as Ozone.

"Indeed" responds Twig as he summons the magics of nature arround him, preparing a cocoon of protection before the risky part. Reaching out of himself, Twig extends a branch into the Abyss, pulling forth the lost and forgoten parts. Bits of demonic kind no longer in use are assembled, encasing Twig in a form that towers above the brute standing across the square.

To his credit, Ozone simply roars a challange that echos across the stones.

The contestants ready Torm drops his upraised hand with a single command, "Go!"

Moving with a speed deceptive for thier size, they crash in the middle with a force that sends shockwaves into the spectators. Muscles and flesh, halbred and club alike, clashing with terrible might. Ozones blade slashing furriously leaving open rents in Twigs new flesh. While Twigs club almost seams to bounce off the body of his antagonist. A wicked grin Ozone shares, against the onslought of club blows. But the grin soon fades as the wounds in Twigs flesh begin to close, the blood ceasing its flow.

Despite the monstrous regenaration displayed, Twig quickly goes into a defensive posture, chosing to block blows at times to avoid taking them. The barbarain was proof of thier ledgendary battle durability. The sun in the sky moving by several degrees as the fight continued.

In time the defensive fighting proved even more a bane to Gorms champion than any mending of flesh. And the mighty Ozone fell to the slow accumilation of Twigs club.

Shouts and jeers flowed like wine from the growing crowd. Thier excitment could be felt like a heavy fog.

Once more Torm steps foward, restoring life and order to the assemblage. "Prepare!"

Upon the fall of Torms hand Twig reaches into the realm of Lolith and assumes the power of the sinister Drider. A quick twist of spinarette stops Ozone in his tracks. Many boos and curses follow from the crowd, including Brandos "I never liked spiders". In the moments that Ozone stood stuck to the stone, Twig shifted his attention from Lolith to his accustomed Abyss. With barely the time to engage in fight, Ozones power of strenth broke him free of Twigs previous attack.

Having learned from the first match, Twig instantly went on the defensive, trusting to the Forest to win the long game.

Ozone fought mightly, taunting Twig at every step. Not failing in his attempts, the bruses upon his body in time told the tale of loss.

The battle over.. the fight won.. Twig strove to revert to his true form once again. Be it from one crossing to many, or perhaps the divine influensance of three powerfull Dieties. Twig failed to return to the flesh he was sprouted with.

Instead his form much resembled a smaller version of Twigs demonic disguise.





//additions are welcome, ONLY if they come in the form of honest RP. Screen shots also acceptable, I have a few of Gorms well of Gorm. But out of respect, resist the urge to show the knee service. Thanks to all Gods present for the fun, and Rp material. Only regret was the absence of Con Moi whos flair for poingant poetry is unrivialled.

//ps. while my battle byplay was somewhat one sided, it was non the less accurate.

[Bargeld]

Below them sat a Twig, back against a tree, as if leaning against a comrad or uncle perhaps. Thinking Twig thoughts that turned and twisted with as much agility.. aclarity.. as the two tree rats above him.

[TheEdge]

Gorm heads back to his earthen palace chuckling quietly to himself. As he sits on his throne and lifts his barrel of Ale to his lips he pauses. “A battle of blood and gore is fun to watch” he thinks, “but it seemed to be missing something?”

As he continues to drink the cobwebs from his mind Brandobaris and Torm appear in front if Gorm with a grin on their faces.

“Now that was a bit of fun yes?” Brandobaris cackles.
“It was something” Torm gravely responds yet you can’t help but see the twinkle in his eye.

“Yes, yes we had our fun didn’t we?” Gorm belches out as he waves his hand and two barrels of Ale appear at the feet of the other two gods.

Torm flicks a single finger and his barrel disappears. “Can’t stand the stuff” he mutteres. “Brings out the evil in a man”

Brandobaris grabs his barrel, “Well maybe just a bit, but not too much” he giggles, “last time I had a bit o this Melliki cursed me with a badgers tail for a week as I was chasing one of her Driad’s around The Circles council chamber.

And then it hit Gorm. “This was the missing element in the last battle” he thought.

With a glint in his eye he turns to the two other Gods. “What kind of battle is it without Ale?” he grunts. Turning to Brandobaris he says, “start searching out for a champion……a champion who can hold his drink, “ he laughs. “We shall pit them against each other. They will start with two bottles of Ale. As the battle progresses they must drink more and more. Now that is sport,” he bellows with laughter.

“Hmmf,” Torm grunts.

“Mischief is your game B man” Gorm taunts, “lets see what mischief we can start with this endeavor.”