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Buried deep in a tomb for eons until awakend by the touch of a small hand rifling through her casket, the demi-god felt that trickle of yearned for energy craved since coming to this island eons ago as her body turned from a shriveled form to human gradually becoming younger and younger. Netheria thought she would like this body much better then her usual demon facade as it would be easier to obtain the followers she would need. Though she could draw essence from anyone, her followers gave her the most, and mortals trusted appearances so much that this form should bring her all she desired. Trusting her servant Garrius only as long as she still had what he desired the most, returning to his natural form, Netheria plans for her powers to grow until eventual true immortality is hers, a Goddess! Promising great rewards if they bring more mortals to her, her next step is to find the source of this energy, suspecting it to be somewhere in the history of this small piece of land, possibly as far back as Lor-Angur...could it be the broken crystals?

In the mean time, these mortals who were unaware of their own energy but somehow carried it in their essence, would make her strong as more and more worship her. After all left but Garrius, Netheria glides toward the mirror admiring her appearance. Curly dark hair falling past her shoulders in waves as bejeweled hands shine with the light of her rings show a much younger face gazing back. Pivoting, noticeing the tomb while frowning, she waves her hands as light suddenly appears while cobwebs dissolve."This will have to change also..it must reflect a Goddess!"

In four dwarfen days all Netheria's followers get a strange call in their blood. They are pulled for Mas at her temple (( Monday 1PM CST or 7PM GMT )).

A tension mounts in the temple, the feeling of power slowly rising can be felt by all who shared her blood. Suddenly the followers of Netheria stop whatever they are doing and turn to the sky receiving a special gift from the Goddess in the form of a message.

You have done well my worshippers. As a reward I am bringing my most loyal to serve in our army. Come in four dwarven days!

There may be renewed effort to get all arranged for the coming event as unexplained excitement mounts.




(( Sunday 1PM CST or 7PM GMT ))

Netheria awakens from her deep slumber having regenerated her energy after bringing Retlak back and gazes around her empty chambers as a shiver passes over her. Calling her loyal servant, she stands floating toward the sea.

We need more altars, I will place them personally. Every town on Gobaith shall worship me, it is not long now Garrius, I feel the time coming that I will be all powerful!

Garrius!
The voice was louder then before as she called her loyal servant yet there was something wrong with the tone. It was less demanding, more worried as Netheria turns her gaze to her hand seeing not the beautiful human but the demon.


Could her dark eyes have less swirl to the depths of her power?

Garrius, we are loosing our followers. I am loosing my power.

Knowing his fate and others rests with hers, Garrius barely breaths as he willingly gives some of his essence to help bring her appearance to human once more yet for how long? Resting on the chair in her temple she begins to speak in almost a normal tone.. not to Garrius but someone else.

I know, you hate weakness...

Gripping the arm of the chair tight, her hand again fluctuates sometimes it may be possible to see red wings unfurling behind her.

The booming sound of stone breaking and cascading down into piles of rubble can be heard across the land as the Temple of Netheria suddenly begins crumble.

Much is unknown about the destiny of the being known as Netheria, though it can be assumed that as her following dwindled away she never obtained the strength required to make her way to the mainland and gain the power she had sought.


Deep in the the underbelly of an unknown tomb a shriveled female figure lays waiting in slumber. At her side the body of her most lost loyal servant lays drained of every last drop of his essence.... and life.

((I apologize in advance,though with the number of people that had lost interest or dropped out of the quest, I was obligated to bring it to and end.))