Espoir Canyons
She had done it. Hope had managed to trap Kisamoa deep within the caves of Hraunor while she set off to help the land heal. Part one of her plan had been accomplished, though much quicker than she had originally planned. So she returned to the section of the Rift that had only just been revealed, a brilliant smile gracing her features. Though her eyes smoked slightly less, and there were only two hopelights that danced around her antlers – the rest off to be guardians for Kisamoa.
Hope had remembered the party the Pinnacle had and decided that perhaps meeting in the Espoir Canyon would be the best choice. The land was close to the Pinnacle and Hraunor, enough to where she could still manage to keep an eye on what was happening with Kisamoa should he try to escape as well as rally the inhabitants. So she chose one of the gentler slopes, easier for those without wings and the ability to slip between the folds of the world to get from point A to point B, and called for them.
It was a gentle caress of warmth that reached out to everyone living within the Rift, whether new or old. A kind of beckoning, asking them to come to her with the gentleness of a mother’s caress. And then she waited for them to come. She didn’t mind how long it took, or what would happen after. All she needed were to have them appear, to tell them what she needed them to do, and pray to the fallen gods that they could actually revive them.
She waited until enough creatures had come, until she could easily glance at each and everyone that had appeared with that same brilliant smile gracing her lips that she had when she was reborn from the Pinnacle. Then, she addressed them all in that calm soothing voice she always had when speaking to them. Kisamoa received the darker side of Hope, but these creatures had personally done nothing wrong, she didn’t need to patronize them for it.
So she cleared her voice, addressed them all with a brief nod and began. ”My fellow inhabitants.” She began, her voice growing gentler as the story began to unfold. ”Some of you may know, but the Rift is dying. The hearts, when the Helovian Gods came to steal the lands cursed our own to turn on itself.” Her voice carried easily along the canyon walls. Hope had certainly done her research of what had happened since her disappearance. ”I have an idea as to how to fix this. And I need your help. I think that if we revive the Gods of the Rift, they can fix our bleeding hearts.” She shifted as she tried to gather their reactions.
”We cannot revive all four of them at once. So I ask you to champion one of the Gods, to follow tasks set out by them to revive them. The two Gods with the most fervor will be resurrected and we can start to heal our land.” Her voice began to boom across the canyon walls, her eyes lighting up as they glowed stronger. "Once, back before corruption spread into the Rift, we had four benevolent Gods. Vourib, the polar bear God. He was the one you looked for when you needed strength and truth. Caevoc, the tricky crocodile God dealt in illusions and protection. Vjanta, the elegant tigress Goddess was best known for her strong command and control. Finally, we have Reszo, the shadowy wolf God – a mentor and pathfinder, his traits were wisdom and knowledge.” She explained easily, shifting from one foot to the other excitedly.
”I ask that you choose one of these Gods to champion. Follow their tasks, help heal the world like you helped bring me back into it. I know for certain you all have it in you.” She spoke gently, like a mother would before putting children to bed. Then, she lowered her head and waited for a barrage of questions should they have them.
“Talk.”
Hope had remembered the party the Pinnacle had and decided that perhaps meeting in the Espoir Canyon would be the best choice. The land was close to the Pinnacle and Hraunor, enough to where she could still manage to keep an eye on what was happening with Kisamoa should he try to escape as well as rally the inhabitants. So she chose one of the gentler slopes, easier for those without wings and the ability to slip between the folds of the world to get from point A to point B, and called for them.
It was a gentle caress of warmth that reached out to everyone living within the Rift, whether new or old. A kind of beckoning, asking them to come to her with the gentleness of a mother’s caress. And then she waited for them to come. She didn’t mind how long it took, or what would happen after. All she needed were to have them appear, to tell them what she needed them to do, and pray to the fallen gods that they could actually revive them.
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She waited until enough creatures had come, until she could easily glance at each and everyone that had appeared with that same brilliant smile gracing her lips that she had when she was reborn from the Pinnacle. Then, she addressed them all in that calm soothing voice she always had when speaking to them. Kisamoa received the darker side of Hope, but these creatures had personally done nothing wrong, she didn’t need to patronize them for it.
So she cleared her voice, addressed them all with a brief nod and began. ”My fellow inhabitants.” She began, her voice growing gentler as the story began to unfold. ”Some of you may know, but the Rift is dying. The hearts, when the Helovian Gods came to steal the lands cursed our own to turn on itself.” Her voice carried easily along the canyon walls. Hope had certainly done her research of what had happened since her disappearance. ”I have an idea as to how to fix this. And I need your help. I think that if we revive the Gods of the Rift, they can fix our bleeding hearts.” She shifted as she tried to gather their reactions.
”We cannot revive all four of them at once. So I ask you to champion one of the Gods, to follow tasks set out by them to revive them. The two Gods with the most fervor will be resurrected and we can start to heal our land.” Her voice began to boom across the canyon walls, her eyes lighting up as they glowed stronger. "Once, back before corruption spread into the Rift, we had four benevolent Gods. Vourib, the polar bear God. He was the one you looked for when you needed strength and truth. Caevoc, the tricky crocodile God dealt in illusions and protection. Vjanta, the elegant tigress Goddess was best known for her strong command and control. Finally, we have Reszo, the shadowy wolf God – a mentor and pathfinder, his traits were wisdom and knowledge.” She explained easily, shifting from one foot to the other excitedly.
”I ask that you choose one of these Gods to champion. Follow their tasks, help heal the world like you helped bring me back into it. I know for certain you all have it in you.” She spoke gently, like a mother would before putting children to bed. Then, she lowered her head and waited for a barrage of questions should they have them.
“Talk.”
HOPE
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Champions of the Gods
Welcome to the next chapter of SWPs!! This one is PATHS. Hope has asked you all to CHAMPION a God! The two with the most points will be revived. Scroll down for more detailed explanations!
Which one will you choose to Champion?
VOURIB: the polar bear God rumored to have steered his Bloodmountains, with the heart being the Blood Falls, into the Rift by his own volition. Proud and indomitable, his main traits are STRENGTH and TRUTH.
CAEVOC: the cunning crocodile God who duped even the Sun God of Helovia when the latter stole his Halcyon Flats. Surprisingly, he wields both fire and frost, but his main traits are ILLUSIONS and PROTECTION.
VJANTA: the three-eyed tiger Goddess of the South, whose home was the thriving and lush Riptide Isles. Vjanta, sometimes considered the aspect of life, is all about elegance, with her main traits being COMMAND and CONTROL.
RESZO: the shadowy wolf God, who once saw wisdom and truth and beauty in the verdant Green Labyrinth he called home. A mentor and spiritual pathfinder to all who seek his guidance, Reszo's main traits are WISDOM and KNOWLEDGE.
What is the objective?
PATHS is a sort of arms race: by posting and participating in certain events, you earn points for your chosen God. PATHS ends when one God hits (or goes beyond; we're not picky!) 200* points!
* this number might be adjusted, once we see how fast the plot progresses
For more information, please read » Paths Information
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