Raednagh, Who Listens to Words of Spite - Eternity - Elynor K

Eternity

After The War

It wasn't long after the end of the war, perhaps a month, when the city suffered as Raednagh, Crimson God of Justice declared the city's laws inefficient for Justice and with a large number of his followers. With this departure, after the loss od so many smaller gods and the mysterious disappearance of Elluvia many are wondering who to turn to for guidance now. But Rejoice! For not all his followers have left, many seek to keep justice in the heart of the City as it opens up gateways to so many other worlds, and His temple will still be open.

Many also remarked how radiant and happy the God looked as he apologised to fellow council members and departed the City.
We remain hopeful that the actions of Raednagh in other worlds will be as beneficial as it has been here.

Iron Bell Periodical

Darkness

The local raving pub drunk

“An' I heard that itsh not shafe to travel through a portal wifout checkin' where you'se going.

I heard dat some of der uvver worlds was going dark. Not like disappearing just suns, gone. POOF”

He waves his arms about then drops them suddenly.

“All going dark, no more sun. Mark my words you're world coulds be next!”

The Final Showdown?

Ten years have passed since the City moved to the moon and broke down the barriers between it and the rest of the multiverse. The Hall of the Gods lies ruined and forgotten on the planet's surface, its gleaming marble and gold surfaces covered in ivy and lichen. As the sun rises over the eastern horizon, a small airship flies down from the skies above, scorched from crossing the planet's barrier. Coming to a halt over the most intact section of the Hall, a hatch opens and a single figure leaps down - Kanon Luces, grasping his scimitars close. The airship flies up, its occupants wanting to watch but afraid to stay close.

Kanon walks through the ruins, looking around for his opponent. Soon, he sees him - leaning against a pillar, tossing his great axe nonchalantly into the air and catching it again, is the crimson God of Justice, Raednagh. Long seperated, the two of them spend a few moments sizing each other up and noticing differences. Raednagh has a rougher edge to him, the look of a life spent with no fixed abode and constant vigilance. Kanon, on the other hand, looks older and more disciplined; the intervening decade have taught him control and tempered his rage into a precise weapon. Having got the measure of the other, both step into the wider, ruined plaza and draw their weapons.

Raednagh goes into the first exchange tense, expecting the frenzied flurry that characterised Kanon before. He's taken by surprise when Kanon instead tests Raednagh's defences with a series of needling strikes before puncturing his guard with two scimitar slashes either side of the god's axe. His blow slices a ragged cut through Raednagh's right arm, and the god curses as he disengages to regain distance and repair.

For all his newfound precision, Kanon knows that Raednagh has the advantage in range and power. Gritting his teeth he vaults over a ruined pillar, trying to close quickly. The god has spent the decade fighting far faster foes that Kanon, however, and spins round his axe to slam the flat of the blade into Kanon. The blow sends Kanon flying back into one of the walls, cracking ribs and leaving him gasping for air. The fighter picks himself up from the rubble, sending a backup pair of scimitars orbiting by his side, and launches himself again at the god. Raednagh steps forward and redoubles his grip on his axe. Both are wearing expressions of complete joy.

The fight becomes a blur of blades and motion as whirling axe and dancing scimitars clash between the combatants. The airship crew spectating from above lose track of the blows avoided and struck, the movement of the two fighters kicking up dust and rubble. Before they can tell what's happening the fighting has stopped and both fighters are kneeling, exhausted and bleeding. Raednagh pulls one of Kanon's swords out of his shoulder and, wincing, hands it back to him. Kanon resets a dislocated shoulder with a swift tug, and with a pained smile tossed the God of Justice some bandages. The two of them limp from the ruins back to the airship, holding each other up.

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