Armanthor broke through the clouds in a burst of speed as he descended from the cold, upper atmosphere and into the lower.  His statuesqe form soared into the blue divide, his golden eyes perceiving the vast landscape below.  His powerful, golden wings carried him downward to what ever he saw below.  His face was serene as he made his way through the heavens like a soaring sun.

   Flying like this through the clouds, wind through his hair and caressing his form, he felt like this was right.  The feeling oblivious flight, letting any troubles wash away with the wind as he flew across the sky.  Not that he had any troubles, not that he knew of, at least.  Though the general euphoria was a pleasing feeling to him.  As the largest island below him grew in size, from his perspective, he prepared to make his landing.

   When he did land, he landed with grace as a gymnast or dancer would.  His powerful form moved forward as he overlooked the horizon from his grounded position.  Letting the information sink in, he drew his blade and shield, and started forward.

Armanthor saw the many floating islands of Eulysia - in particular the main agricultural island where many Iowen worked at the fields. There were golden arches and the architecture was deeply refined. The people were happy. There was an island filled with an arena where people fought for sport. Everything seemed pleasant.

Below, the sea raged and storms were brewing. Below, in the wild greens and wicked browns, danger dwelled.

   Armanthor kept sight of the dangerous looking Below, casting a glance in that way for jsut a second and pondering over its connotations before turning back to the people that so resembled him.  He began to descend upon one of the main thoroughfares, coming down to a place in the fields where there were workers and there were roads that lead to the city.

   He looked at his people as he landed, assessing their reactions.

They were shocked and in awe. They'd always suspected their God would return to them.. but now? Like this? It was literally an awesome sight.

   Armanthor looked at them all, and said, "Who's your highest ranking officer, or the one who leads your people and armies.  "

   He let their initial reactions slide off of him as if he didn't notice.  He sat there and awaited one of them to answer.  He was glad to see that his people were fine and well, hopefully they would all be well trained enough to expel an invading force if they had to.  Hopefully they were well trained.  If not then there would be a time for that.  He had to see what was runnign well here and what wasn't, only then would he be able to make a well informed decision about his armies and people.

A tall, broad man bearing a heavy saber stood towards his Lord. "That is I, sir," he said. "I am known as Lord Calbrey, and I am Ruler-General of this land. I offer my services to you."

He wasn't native to Eulysia; simply a man.

   Armanthor looked at the new man, at first thinking that he had had his wings ripped out, but he then dismissed that idea as he realized that he was somehow different than the others.  He extended his hand in greeting, reaching to grasp the other's hand, and then smiled at him, "Calbrey? I see that you aren't one of the Iowen, you're something else.  I suppose it doesn't matter, as long as you're leading the Iowenian well.  "

   "Though I am curious, where did you come from? ", Armanthor asked the m

"I've come from Luan Dan," he said, "In the Earthborn Territories. Some of us merc out, and I thought I could help Eulysia and it's fine folk in return for citizenship and a high title. They haven't disagreed. The military is more effective now then it's ever been."

Calbrey smiled. "Forgive me, sir, if I don't refer to you as 'Lord'; strictly atheist, myself."

   Armanthor nodded, "I see, as long as it doesn't get in the way of me and my people, then we are fine.  Believe what you may, you're a leader not for your belief but for your abilities as a warrior.  All that I ask is that I have your loyalty and that should I call on you in battle, you will be there to lead my armies.  "

  Armanthor was silent, letting the weight of that silence sink in as he watched the man's reaction.

"You'll have my loyalty. Comes with the job. All I ask is that I retain my privelages and my citizenship.. these people are my people, now, and Eulysia is unlike anything I've ever seen on Earth."

Calbrey was expecting this. He was confident, but not cocky, secure but not arrogant. He seemed the perfect leader.

   He knew this man would be a good leader and would serve him well.  Hopefully he wouldn't need him so soon, for to do so would have more sinister or complicated implications.  There were some matters he would like to discuss before galavanting off to other places in his realm.

Armanthor smiled,"Then all is well, you can keep your title and status as one of the citizens of Eurasyia, I'll not deny you that.  That's settled then.  But Earth? You mean to tell me that you're from another plane, not from this realm? "

   Armanthor seemed intrigued by the idea, but not overtly so.

"I was born within the Earthborn Territories - I am a Supernatural-Earthborn, not a refugee. But yes.. my people are from another world, linked strangely with this one, and this gives me certain abilities most other mortals cannot match, such as, uh.. 'telepathy'.. I am also a qualified nanotechnologist, but I understand that the technology is limited here."

   "I've never heard of nanotechnology, but I am a returned god and I would suppose that may  have something to do with the lack of better technology here.  That's strange indeed, I'm very curious about this world that my realm is linked to.  Very interesting.  ", he said, bringing his hand up to cup his chin as he thought.

   "That first power of yours, keep that between you and me.  We don't want to tell others about it, understood? ", Armanthor said in a whisper, alluding to the telepathy that he was talking about.

   "Though, how would I enter the Earth Born territories? COuld I go there if I so wished? "

"Understood, Lord. Rumours have spread of my ability to read thoughts, but it is only that: a rumour. As for entering the Territories, typically you'd need to secure first-tier permission from the Hall of the Sun, then second-tier permission from the Earthborn embassy, and finally third-tier permission from the Chapel of Methodes.. but I can take you there now, as a guest, if you'd like. I'd need to work with you and your ability to create portals, however."

  Armanthor nodded, "Ah, well, then I heard nothing of that.  After all, there's no such thing as telepathy.  Then let us see this world, if I'm a guest then I would assume I wouldn't need permission.  I'm ready to start on the portal when you are.  "

With that Armanthor summoned a portal, waiting on Calbrey to assist him.

Calbrey looked towards the portal, raised an arm, and spoke in a voice of metal: "One-zero-malkuth-zero-zero-circle.."

Suddenly, the portal flared, and they were both through.

(Continue in: The Earthborn Territories)

Max appeared here, with Dxacku. She turned to him, smiling. "We'll be safe here. Now, was there something you wished to discuss?"

"Nothing in particular," said Dxacku. "I was wondering if you'd allow me to stay within your floating temple. It is very nice. Perhaps I could be king of your floating temple?"

"Well.. you'd have to marry me to be king, and I like someone else already. You could be a bishop or a rook, though. A knight, even!" She said kindly. "However, I have to warn you that most people who visit my realm die horribly soon afterward. You're not like most people, though, are you?"
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"Ah, no," smiled Dxacku. "I'm unkillable. Now, aheh, about these explosives.. when are they meant to go off? Will they take the whole place? I have some very important, uh, valuables in your lower vaults.."

"I'd say two minutes."

Max opened a portal to his realm. "Lead the way, Dxacku."

There was a panicked moment as they dashed down to the catacombs, as fast as possible -

Rushed down stairs and stairs and stairs through the door and ticktickticktick -

Entered Dxacku's camp in the lowest areas, he picked up the large metal case with both hands and rushed up -

"A faster way," thought Max, running as fast as possibly to the portal -

He stopped.

To his left, he was blinded by the beauty of a particularly fine set of ceremonial armour.

Did he have enough.. ?

Maxine reached out and tucked the armor away somewhere, somehow, before leaping through a Portal with Dxacku, landing back in Eulysia with flame roaring over their heads.

She pulled a dressing screen out of nowhere, set it up, and then dressed herself in the ceremonial Xian armor. She thought she loocked quite fine.

Putting away the screen, she then turned to Dxacku. "So. What was worth risking our lives for? And furthermore why did you have a camp in my lower levels?"

"I followed another here.. a Spider, and when he made camp below I decided to follow - a safe distance away, of course. Ha! That was close, wasn't it? Talk about crazy." He patted his metal chest affectionately. "Oh, yes, my child, you're safe.."

He avoided Max's question.

Maxine walked over to the case, opening it to see what was inside. She didn't play games, and as the case was in HER realm and would have been destroyed were it not for her, she considered it hers.