Post by Diaskedasi on Dec 25, 2015 12:19:18 GMT -5
In Nysa lived a tiny newly built town of Fauns named Christmas. This town had no connections to the faun kingdom, since they believed it to be a horrible system of government. Mostly, this town was dedicated to only one ruler: lady Nysa. They were peaceful by nature, kindhearted, and seemed to do perfect on their own. Their crops and cattle were rich, and their money overflowing. This town named christmas was doing well, and rightly so since they had a good influencer who most commonly went by the name Diaskedasi Erotes.
That influencer looked over the town now, and was most certainly sad to see it. Sad because he knew the truth of the future of this town, that it would be murdered in cold blood tonight. Murdered by bandits who caught word of their peaceful behavior and wanted to make a little profit. This small town was a good town, but just playing pacifists would not save them from their end. So, the task befell on Diaskedasi to protect them from the bandits. The sad part about this was, Diaskedasi hated fighting more than anything. Because of that hatred, he would rather watch the town burn that defend it. That was the type of Demi-God he was.
Even though he did not want to fight, he wasn't coldhearted.
Taking on the form of a younger boy, somewhere near the age of 10, Diaskedasi suddenly appeared 30 meters away from the small town. He wore only pants made of the finest Nysan wool, and looked almost like a wild boy lost in the jungle. Thinking himself appropriate enough, he began to weave his magic through the air. Tiny, sparkling powder flowed from his fingers and took shape and form before him. With one utterance of a word, heroes were summoned in front of Diaskedasi; heroes with mighty abilities, extreme intelligence, and courageous spirits. Diaskedasi admired these people and would rest easy knowing that he had set them for this task.
Not wasting any time, Diaskedasi would make his presence known to them by hovering in the air and clapping his hand. "Hello everyone," he would say to each person in their own individual language. "Are you ready to have some fun?"
(OOC: This is a festival of fun event. Anyone is eligible to join, and those who worship Diaskedasi may be given a blessing at this end of this event.)
That influencer looked over the town now, and was most certainly sad to see it. Sad because he knew the truth of the future of this town, that it would be murdered in cold blood tonight. Murdered by bandits who caught word of their peaceful behavior and wanted to make a little profit. This small town was a good town, but just playing pacifists would not save them from their end. So, the task befell on Diaskedasi to protect them from the bandits. The sad part about this was, Diaskedasi hated fighting more than anything. Because of that hatred, he would rather watch the town burn that defend it. That was the type of Demi-God he was.
Even though he did not want to fight, he wasn't coldhearted.
Taking on the form of a younger boy, somewhere near the age of 10, Diaskedasi suddenly appeared 30 meters away from the small town. He wore only pants made of the finest Nysan wool, and looked almost like a wild boy lost in the jungle. Thinking himself appropriate enough, he began to weave his magic through the air. Tiny, sparkling powder flowed from his fingers and took shape and form before him. With one utterance of a word, heroes were summoned in front of Diaskedasi; heroes with mighty abilities, extreme intelligence, and courageous spirits. Diaskedasi admired these people and would rest easy knowing that he had set them for this task.
Not wasting any time, Diaskedasi would make his presence known to them by hovering in the air and clapping his hand. "Hello everyone," he would say to each person in their own individual language. "Are you ready to have some fun?"
(OOC: This is a festival of fun event. Anyone is eligible to join, and those who worship Diaskedasi may be given a blessing at this end of this event.)
