//OOC: Aha, that's what I was asking about. One of my versions included several Life Wardens twisting their magic to come to the AN's side, but it actually seems viable that he would not have apprentices and instead would work alone.

@Xavier: Well, it appears that there is only one of them, and he is the Arch Necromancer himself. I might be mistaken, but it seems from Sandromin's bombs that he resides in Brutus' homeland at this moment. One wonders, would the dwarf king dare to ask for aid from such a repulsive being? //End of OOC\\

To sharpen our minds, I officially issue this thread as a logic RPG meta-game thing. We will create a faction on this thread (not real, just make one up) and war with one another.... Let me give you an example:

I am Sandromin, leader of the sandmen. We use camouflage in the desert to ambush people. Our strengths are against anything pertaining to vegetation, but our weakness is water.

Let's see where this goes? Huehue...
So, in order to sharpen our minds, let's do this! But there are rules:

1) You must state your strengths and weaknesses. If you are weak against an opponent, you lose, unless...
2) You have a 3:1 "Population" ratio. Each time you win, you gain a 'follower' for your group (population). If you beat out an enemy you're weak to, then you lose 2 people as an aftermath effect... Default Population is 1...
3) You must post an epic battle description, just so people have fun reading this thread...
4) No orbital strikes...
5) You MUST have one weakness and one strength. If you are neutral against an opponent, it results in a stalemate.
6) If you lose all your people, then you revert back to only one person. That one person is you. You can't participate until the next day due to your loss too.
7) No trolling.
8) HAVE FUN! Anything Else Goes!

I'll manage this thread and see where it goes!

Edit Rules:
9) You get 3 types: your base terrain, your strength terrain(s), and your weakness terrain(s). You get 1 base terrain, 3 strengths, and 3 weaknesses.
10) [Reserved for more rules]

(Ooc) both eggs toward the egg, and gently touched the egg. Lot of egg in that sentence.(ooc)

OOC: I did, and dumb me decided to follow you. If you weren't a giant I'd say you died.

OOC: Perhaps I'm mistaken...

OOC: Yeah now I see. Seriously Brutus? Can you try to stay with the people who want to help you for once?

OOC: When's the band of heroes forming? Also, @Thanatos, robots have no social skills, as you have probably noticed :P

The Chief Engineer of the Collective was taken aback. "If you speak of copyright infringement, I'm not sure the analysis results of my sensors were accurate enough to warrant that. Electromagnetic imaging can only do so much. But if you insist..." it pause for a moment. "...I will delete the file, and have done so by the time of the utterance of this sentence." It then walked to a corner of the engine room and switched to power conservation mode.

Brutus sat down on the beach and looked toward the two great flying ships.

//OOC: If you are referring to the Embershard, it is still a water vessel. Otherwise, I have no idea how I've possibly missed the fact that Diyadians had two airships. O.o //End of OOC\\

OOC: At last! I have survived the trial of the lore bombs and caught up with everyone else. Now to answer the pressing issues of the day. Both I and Alixenus are unsure about whether or not to side with fate, despite the fact that she seems to be gravitating towward lawful evil. Alixenus himself is likely on the good-neutral boundary, more on the lawful side of things. The collective seems to osciliate wildly in their behaviour depedning on the situation, so as a whole I'd put them in true neutral. It also occurs to me that if Fate manages to bring the collective round to her side, we're suddenly staring down the barrel of a Terminator-esque apocalypse. Hell maybe even Borg, but I digress.

Having read the lore-bombs I notice that there may be a slight conflict arising between Sandromin and myself. He pretty much covered every angle with that creation story, meanwhile I've been alluding to Venezzians having their own set of deities beside the elder gods (note my last conversation with Fate). I suppose the Venezzians could in fact be worshipping the Second, but I've already mentioned Hera and Athena. Going back and editing that section out is an option, either that or we have ourselves another law storm.

As Xavier considered the offer, Nexhawk's spiritual self was rather abruptly and forcefully thrown out of his body. The outskirts of Spodium faded before his eyes and transformed into endless empty space over Dustia. He could see the planet slowly rotating under him and revolving around the system's sun. Nexhawk was enthralled by the burning sphere when a voice reached him from behind. "A magnificent view, isn't it?"

Nexhawk turned around and saw a man who was enveloped in the radiance as potent as that if the sun itself. He instantly recognized the figure and bowed his head in utter respect. "Sol'Krin. How may I be of service?"

"Welcome, Nexhawk," the god spread him arms. "I want you to know that you are doing the wise thing by coming to the capital of Diyad."

"This name tells me...very little. I'll accept the praise, nevertheless, although I can't refrain from wondering how does this all concern you."

Sol'Krin rubbed his chin. "Let's just say that I am...in the lead of the crusade against a god gone rogue."

A realization hit Nexhawk. "It is Nak'Sora, isn't it? You wish to purge the world of her?"

"That is correct."

"But then..." Nexhawk's eyes narrowed. "You must be Freedom the Dwarf spoke about, isn't that so?"

"Yes, this is the name the people of Mediterra and Diyad call me by," Sol'Krin nodded.

The Dwarf's words intruded Nexhawk's thoughts. Freedom is the one that aims to 'liberate' the people of Dustia from Fate. At the same time, something rose in his ember heart, something so distinctly...defiant. It turned out to be Nexhawk's care for his people, and he decided that no god would interfere with that. "What justifies your right to get rid of Nak'Sora, Sol'Krin?"

The god was taken aback by the question. "What are you talking about? Her corruption, of course! She manipulates the mortals and creates unspeakable things that will lead to the ultimate and utter destruction in the end!"

"And what makes you think I will undoubtedly trust this?" scowled Nexhawk. "Where is the proof that this is not just one of your godly intrigues? Because in case it is, I've had enough of it!"

"Listen, Nexhawk..."

"No, YOU LISTEN!!!" Nexhawk shouted at the god. "Last time you and Aesta'ar had a fight over some petty artifact, it had spilled into a horrendous war on our continent. And look what it did to my people! Your children, the Ashborn, had to flee their homeland, abandoned by their god!" His eyes were ablaze with anger and hatred, but his rebellious elan started to quiet down soon enough.

Sol'Krin saw it as well and smiled. "Nexhawk, you and your people pass through difficult times now. But I have faith in you and know you will endure them and emerge as powerful as never before. But trust me when I say that Nak'Sora means no good for Dustia."

"I will not take anyone's side now. Not until I meet this Thanatos and the rest and see what they have to say," Nexhawk replied decisively. I doubt their speeches will be any different from his, however. "Now, take me back to Spodium. Xavier must be wondering about me missing."

"There is one more thing, though." Sol'Krin raised his hand. "I know you plan to search for Nak'Sora's Eye. You will need two persons that will aid in the recovery of the object. The first one will await you in the capital of Diyad. His name is Sandromin, and I gave him my gift quite recently; you must have certainly felt it. His powers need your training, and afterwards he will be absolutely necessary to accessing the Eye."

"The second one is but a boy. He holds great potential, nevertheless, for I suspect his people are the descendants of the those exiled from Praecantaria, the Life Wardens. Even if he is not, however, he will still play a very important role in your goal. When you meet Sandromin, look for the boy in the mountainous kingdom of Lucia. The Dwarf that is about to travel with you is the ruler of that land."

"Now, I bid my farewell and sincerely hope you make the right decision." With these last words, Sol'Krin motioned his hands, and Nexhawk's vision turned black.

A moment later, the mortal plane drifted into his view once again. Nexhawk looked around and noted that everything stayed exactly the same when his mind departed from his body, as if he and Sol'Krin talked while the time was frozen. Nexhawk heaved a sigh and pondered over the conversation that he just had with the god.

//OOC: Sandromin, is Life still alive, or was he killed during Fate's rampage, according to sandmen's history?

P.S. Also, I've officially run out of ideas to write about before Thanatos, Alixenus, Sandromin, or Xavier reply to any of my characters. //End of OOC\\

OOC: What was going to be done in Diyad? Form the band of heroes or discuss more politics?