ROLEPLAY HQ - flight-through-the-gloom

When mans population swelled, the first twelve rose with them. Elder Gods that cradled humanity in their hands. They'd been given the first flame of life and they were determined to nourish it. And the population exploded in their lead. The twelve split their gifts amongst lesser Immortals to ease their own strains, bringing forth a new heavens order. After hundreds of years their lives settled, humans not needing constant attention any longer. Many married, bearing children. They split up the land and built their temples. The heavens sprawled with generations of Immortals, now numbering in the hundreds and many bloodlines. The Eleventh and Twelth had finally settled to marry, the two brothers close enough they seemed joined at the hip. Invitations were written by hand to the rest of the lower Immortals. A marriage arranged between Lesser Immortals and Upper Immortals was a rare affair, the last had happened over 200 years before. Though who had hoped to marry the Immortals now banked on marrying their child once they aged. After all they all had centuries to wait. The invitation for him was hand written with his name, signed by both Immortals and their fiances. The amount of food and drink would be worth it in itself to go. The upper Immortals kept to themselves for the most part except when they summoned their lessers to meetings or threw parties that lasted 4 days or more.

The main palace soared into the sky piercing the clouds, sprawling up the mountainsides. They'd throw open their doors to lesser Immortals and humans alike, a bid for another eon of peace. The palace spread wide, added to support the people coming in to stay for the length of the party. Impossible structures spiraled into the sky, folded into itself infinite times to form enough rooms and space.

He leaned on the railing of his own home, debating his options. The stars read that he'd survive an appearance but was he ready for that fall out.... It wasn't hard to get into their throneroom, an arch of 12 seats looking down over a mosaic floor. With a motion of a hand he slid them aside, placing the eldest in the center of the seats. His own chair was simple, white stone in twisting gloom vines to form the arms and rising back. A seat of black leather offset every other. He stood in silence, hearing only his siblings far away. They prepared with excitement and optimism, something he barely remembered. Blæd stood alone in the room and stared at the thirteen seats.

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@BlueBell 🍦 <added>

The brown hair male sighs softly. He rubs his hands together before getting out of his carriage and looking at the meeting place. He takes off his hood and smiles at the people around. Humans and immortals mix and mingle. Estel stood about 5’6”. He has brown fluffy hair and brown eyes. His eyes has a hit of pink to them. Estel is one of the lesser immortals. His magic is of the healing kind. Estel moves into the building and sighs. The magic of immortality surges though the place. He runs his neck softly before taking off his cloak. He normally never took it off but it was nice to be accepted as normal. His outfit was his best. It was all black suit with a blue tie. He had sliver and blue accent jewelry. Estel walked into the meeting hall and hums softly. His eyes glow a pink healing color as he took everything in. @Vox

The twelves strength was obvious by even humans without magic. They thrummed with it. Massive tables ladened with food and drink stretched the hall, veils pinned and draped the ceiling. Massive arching windows looked out over the clouds. The twelve and their wives had taken their seats but the thirteenth was left vacant. It became a massive topic of conversation amongst the guests. Are they bringing another into their court? Is one of their parents here.... what is the seat for? The second god, a close friend of Estel's section of the family, greeted him with a smile. "I thought I felt your presence. My family is honored to have you here for our celebration." The lord had been greeting everyone. He was the second eldest and already married with three children to his name. He guided the winter season and the spring melt and it showed in his appearance. He was over 6 foot with wild curls he tied up. @BlueBell 🍦

Estel smiles and nods “thank you for having me..this is so much to take in..have have never really been aroud. This many higher immortals.” He says with a small smile. He moves into the room and look at the higher immortals. His eyes close as he shivers softly. His eyes land on the 13th chair. “Lord..why is there a 13th chair? Who will be there?” His head tilts softly. He would grab a cup of water. Estel never drank wine. He never did. He was a healer and his body helped him with that healing. He didn’t want ti damage his body. A lot of women and men looked at estel. His mother was a lesser god of beauty. So his feature were beautiful. Women were whispering and giggling about the lesser god. Estel knew this and ignored it. He didn’t care about the attention.