A large grey snow wolf seemed to have come out of no where and cautiously went behind a building where it cautiously sat on all fours. The large wolf closed its grey eyes and seemed to grow larger. James was now back to his human like state and quickly put his hood up over his head in order to hide his large wolf like ears. He covered his bow, quiver, and dagger into a large case to keep them from being seen, and to keep James from becoming a instant threat. He had never been to Hyoite before and didn't know how they saw things. He could see it was starting to lightly snow which had surprised him a little, but he didn't seem to mind the cold. He actually welcomed to cold from this new area. He stood up and carefully walked out from behind the wall and started to walk among the crowd.
He looked at some of the merchants and saw one that was selling arrows and other items for weaponry. James went up to the booth and remembered something that the old merchant had taught him. He started to hustle the merchant about the cost of some arrows and a bit of polish for his dagger. He smiled a little as the merchant caught his trick and they both began to laugh. The merchant agreed to James' deal and handed him some of the arrows and a bit of polish. James smiled and handed the man a few coins and left. He continued to walk around the crowd and slowly looked at all of the merchants and some of the people.
Baerron was walking in a massive crowd, the only thing hiding his nudity was a piece of groin cloth that was once his perfectly white outfit. He was outraged to be in this position, he was a god after all... Well he was until his followers stopped believing.
Lost in his thoughts, he bumped in a large fellow with a hood. Was he hiding... FUR?
An insulted look on his face, he declared "How could you...!
James looked at the man that had just bumped into him and said,
"Hey watch it-"
He was cut off by the man saying "How could you." James looked at the man and said,
"Uh how could I what?...I think you have me confused with someone else..."
He had a odd look on his face as he tightened his hood to hide his large wolfish ears and face. As he looked at the man he noticed his tattered clothing and then thought to himself in his mind,
"Oh no...not this madness..."
Feeling the stranger distress, Baerron changed his attitude. He rose his hand, offering it to shake. "I am from flesh and bones, don't worry." he tried to remain as calm and composed as he could. "My name is Baerron, god of-- he stopped to think about a good presentation but could't find one," My name is Baerron"
James' ears twitched from the inside of his hood when he heard the man mention his name and hold out his hand. James decided to accept the man's handshake and quickly shook it with his clawed hand with a small bit of fur along his knuckles. He quickly retracted his hand and pulled it back to his side. He heard him say that he was the god of something. James said,
"err...God of what exactly-"
He cut himself off and said with a bit of a fanged smile,
"Uh yes...my name is James."
James felt a little uncomfortable near by Baerron. He wanted to run off on all fours, or as a wolf. He looked around a little with his eyes and saw that there was no means of escape, so he simply stood still and looked at Baerron.
Baerron locked his pitch black eyeballs into James'. He was staring right in his soul, trying to find if the wolf-man could be of use. Finding maybe a little something, he changed his attitude.
He smirked something he wanted to be a smile. "Do you have a house or something? I could use heat for this meat suit of mine and food to restore it."
James shook his head and said,
"No...But I have a room at the local tavern if you'd like.."
In the back of his mind he thought about running, but for some reason chose to stay where he was. He said,
"If you want I can take you there.."
"I won't stay to long, though." He said, has he walked behind him. As they got to the tavern, he made his suit appear again.
"I'll repay you for your troubles!" He said, taking a gold piece out of his pocket.
James didn't accept the coin and said,
"No no it's fine...I hardly ever use that many coins myself.."
For some reason he sat like a wolf nearby the counter and seemed a little tried from being in the snow for so long. He said,
"Besides...I'm a little tired.."
Baerron nodded at James, putting the coin back in his pocket. He ate a little not wanting to abuse of his companion kindness.
"You know, I could help you too. Just offer me a copper coin and ask kindly." He said with a friendly smile.
James said,
"No I'm fine...After all it is my room."
He could tell that he wanted to take advantage of Jame's kind spirit. He was kind, except for when someone would make fun of his race. He laughed a little and said,
"I know your tricks...An old merchant taught me the same tricks."
"Fine then." sighed Baerron, "For this time it will be a gift."
As he said so, he imposed his hand over James' forehead. A warm and invigorating heat came out of it. James felt instantly better.
It wasn't the case of Baerron though. Blood poured from his nose and ears and leaked from his eyes. He grunted under the pain and dropped, blacking out.
James' eyes quickly widened as he saw Baerron fall unconscious on the floor. He quickly picked him up and slung him over his own shoulder and carried him to the room of the tavern. He quickly through him down on the bed and began to shake him. He said,
"Baerron are you okay?"
Tiemerre walked through the tavern "Not an innocent soul in sight." His left head murmured to the other as his two head turned in search of a soul in need. He saw specs of blood on the floor then bent down to examine it. "There may yet be hope" The right whispered as he followed the blood upstairs.
James grabbed the side of the bed and started to wipe his nose, ears, and eyes with the cloth of the bed. James quickly ran out of the room and grabbed some water from the tavern owner and quickly ran back up to the room. He said with a bit of hurry,
"Come on....Come on you're going to be alright.."
Bearron twitched when he heard James saying he was going to be alright. Was he sort of believing? Using all of his will power, he snapped out of it. "James, t- th- thank you!" he whispered in total pain. He tried to sit, but he was to weak to do so.
"You wanted to know if I am a god, right? Well, yes, I am. The only problem is that with all my followers gone, I lost my essence..." his voice ended in a whisper. His exhaustion was immense.
Teimerre heard whispers coming from a door and his left head put his ear to it so that he could hear what was going on. After a few seconds he backed away from the door and knocked not wanting to intrude.
Baerron tried to retain himself from coughing blood everywhere.
"I came to this land, trying to regroup my followers. Without them, the essence making me who I am will fade away and so will I."
Everything was blurry and the sounds were muffled. The knocking on the door was faint in his ears.
Sensing innocence fading Tiemerre burnt through the door, his heads looking around frantically for the source looking both pairs of his eyes locking onto Baerron. Completely ignoring the man tending to him. "Your innocence is dying friend, what may I do to help?" His heads said simultaneously.
Baerron turned his head, locking his black eyes on the Djin. His mouth open, trying to say something, but useless it was. He grab the arm of James, inviting him to explain for him.
James felt Baerron's grip on his arm and he quickly turned around. He gripped to side of his belt and unsheathed his large dagger and said,
"Look I don't know what you are, but you better explain before I rip your head off!"
He held his dagger in one hand and had his clawed hand in another position along his side.
Teimerre backed away swiftly "I am Tiemerre, Djin of Fire and judgement." He explained. "I felt your friends soul dying so I came to help in any way I could."
James quickly sheathed his dagger and cautiously turned back to Baerron and said,
"He's here to help you...I'll keep an eye on him.."
He quickly turned back to Teimerre and said,
"Don't try anything funny..."
He quickly motioned to Baerron with his head and kept one hand on his dagger.
Teimerre sat cross legged before Baerron, he then clasped his hands together and began reciting ancient mantras and prayers as a white flame erupted from the core of his being and them proceeded to cover the rest of his body.
"What are you?" asked Baerron, locking his eyes into Teimerre. "What do you want from a dying god of calamities?"
James watched very closely. He wanted to make sure that Baerron would be okay, and that he wasn't being made worse. James held on tightly to his dagger and kept his eyes on Teimerre.
"One of Teimerre's heads stop reciting to answer Baerron's questions. "I want nothing of you, dying god, for I only wish to preserve the dying innocence within you." He said. "I am Teimerre, Djin of Fire and protector of innocence." He explained. His other head finished reciting the mantra and Baerron was rejuvenated, some color returning to his skin and his bleeding slowed. "I have done all that I can at the moment, I must rest before I can heal you anymore."
James sighed with relief and said,
"I'm sure he'll be fine...thank you, and sorry for almost slicing you with my dagger.."
James took his hand off of the dagger and turned back to Baerron and asked,
"Is there anything you need right now Baerron?"
Baerron sat on his bed, grunting at each and every move he made. He stared at Teimerre through his pitch black eyes. What did he meant by innocence? But for now he needed to thank James and the Djin.
"Thank you to both of you, I don't know where I'll be if you, James, ran away and if you, Teimerre, looked over my case." He tried to stand, but he fell back, stars floating around his head.
"Conserve your strength friend." Telomere insisted "You must rest if you are to continue to live."
James helped Baerron up and said,
"He's right...Try not to move around to much."
He let go of Baerron after getting him up to the bed again and turned to Telomere and said,
"thank you for helping him."
"You are too kind beast man." Teimerre laughed modestly.
"No! You guys are to kind!" mumbled Baerron.
James rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed. His ears twitched a little and he murmured,
"kiss up...."
"If only you knew what I did in my existence. I broke peoples, I broke countries, I broke souls. I brought disasters and disease over this land. I raised the dead. I waged war and peace. I killed innocent people.... and so many other awful things. This is the life of a god of calamities." said Baerron, regretting everything.
James said,
"well even for a god of calamity it's never too late to try and fix things..."
James laid on his back with his hands under his head like cushions. Then he said,
"Now I'm being a kiss up.."
"What caused you to fall so far friend?" Teimerre asked sitting down.
"I lost almost every worshiper that I had. They were once thousands, now a few, scattered across this bountiful land. If they all die, I will. I came here to regroup them, make their ranks grow. Its no use though..." he sighed.
"Do not speak in such a way friend." Teimerre said. "I will help you spread your faith." He said standing up, putting a fist to his chest.
Baerron looked at Teimerre. "It's to late, people don't find interest in me anymore."
He stood up, shaking a bit, and walked towards the window. Looking at the snow falling outside, he whispered incantations.
"I swear on my own immortality, I shall find a way to help you friend!" Teimerre shouted.
(OOC: Do you want Baerron at some point to came back into power or to become slightly more powerful than he is, if you want him to stay as he is then Teimerre wills top pestering him :p)
Baerron looked back at Teimerre as lightning stroked a house on the other side if the road, starting a fire on its roof. "I hear words but I don't see actions... My friend" he said with a smirk that could be called a smile.
Teimerre smirked back, he offered Baerron a nod as Teimerre burned through the wall of the room and ran out into the streets.
James looked at Teimerre and Baerron and watched as Teimerre moved the wall. He couldn't help but smile a little himself as he said,
"Let's see how this turns out.."
Baerron winked at James. He had something in mind.
"Yeas really interesting indeed."
Whispering more and more incantations, the village quickly felt into anarchy.
James opened the the window and could see the town slowly going into anarchy. He aimed a small bump into the back of Baerron's head and said,
"Baerron stop that..."
What was the wolfman saying? To stop? Ok maybe he should approach things from another angle. As he turned towards James, his eyes started to leak blood again.
"Deary me... I really need more believers" he said laughing of his misery. "You know James, you are right. I should stop and wait till I die!"
James grabbed Baerron's shoulders and aimed a large slap to his cheek. He said,
"But not like this! You can do it in a safer way!"
Baerron actually looked stuned when James slapped him. Not insulted, just coming back to reason. He stared at the wolfman with an awkward look on his face.He seemed to blush a little. Maybe the first and only time a mortal would see a god blush.
"Thanks James. I owe you one." and its the first time a god owe something to a mortal. "Make a wish and offer a copper piece to see it come true. Sorry about the copper piece thing, its a policy we have."
James said,
"Thanks..."
He pulled out a piece of copper and tossed it at Baerron and said,
"I wish you'd stop with the wishes already..."
He laughed a little to himself as he said it.
Baerron try to not laugh at the wish. Flipping the copper piece with his thumb, he caught it in mid air. "Your wish has been heard loud and clear! May our fates intertwine." He marked a pause, a big smile on his face. "By the way... look in your pocket, a little thanking gift from me to you."
James emptied his pockets and found five gold coins.
Teimerre returned standing atop a roof "I have returned friend, and with me I bring company!" He shouted. The streets soon flooded with thousands of citizens wearing white robes line with a crimson red. Teimerre yelled a few commands and soon all of them bowed down before the inn. "There are at least 5,000 hear another 2 building temples in your honor, does this please you friend?" Teimerre asked entering the inn through the hole he created in the wall.
"How did you...?" asked Baerron in a faint and confused voice.
Feeling faith and belief filling him, rejuvenating his divine spark, the fallen god look at his new-found friends with his pitch black eyes looking like black holes.
"I shall remember thee, Teimerre, Djin of fire and Protector of innocence. And as for you James, wolfman, fierce fighter." he said, hovering one foot above the floor.
"I am Glad I could be of service friend, though I do hope I could call on you in a time of need?" Tiemerre asked.
"I won't be of any use without a weapon, and no weapon is more suitable for a god then a soul. He will be my regalia, thus swearing eternal servitude.
The regalia would keep his own will and will share some of my power. If I call for him he must answer my call on the spot, leaving whatever he was doing before. But I won't inflict that on you James, I wouldn't forgive myself." He said, looking with a sad smile over his face.