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Plot ideas? Well, my OC is the villain . . . But why can't we just wing it? 

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Glaciara-

The winter of my home realm is quiet, serene.

Roo quiet, even for my silent realm.

Something quivers in the air around me; a string pulled taut, fate winding the coils of an ever-ticking clock. 

I shiver despite my immunity to cold and leave my realm.

Perhaps Methodius can help me. 

Twelve?! What a coincidice!

Eana~Eana was lying on her back in the clearing. The sun was shining, not to hot and there were a few perly white clouds hanging in the sky. Eana rolled over and saw that a ladybug was crawling up the stem of a pink and purple flower. Captivated, Eana watched it until it spread it's red wings and flew away. Eana lept up and began to run. Wherever she stepped, flowers sprang up. All of a sudden, Eana heard a small cruntch under her foot. Slowly she raised it and saw a walking stick she had stepped on and crushed. Eana feelt tears spring to her eyes. She had just stepped on a living creature and killed it! She threw herself down on the grass and began to wail. All of a sudden Eana heard a small whisper in the back of her mind. "It is alright child. He know he would die by your hand accedently and he was happy. Do not weep. "

Eana stopped crying in amazment. "Who are you?" She asked.

"We are the flowers and you are our ruler. " 

Eana jumped up, breaking the conection. "I'll go tell all the Hallan what I can do! They will be so happy!" 

Liberala~

I lie on my back, my wings sprawled out behind me as I stare up at the night sky from the center of a clearing in the forests of my home realm. The air is perfectly still, as if the world is holding its breath. Normally, I would revel in such stillness, but this has been going on for too long. This perfect peace, although nice, is somewhat boring. None of the other gods have communicated much recently. Instead. everyone seems to be waiting in their homerealms... For what, I cannot tell. Even the soft haunting tune that I have always found so comforting has fallen flat to my ears. Softly, I sing a few minor notes and watch as some leaves detach themselves from a tree and dance through the air. I sing one more note, and the leaves weave themselves together into a crown, which then floats to the ground gently. I pick it up, turning it over in my hands. I am snapped from my thoughts by a whisper on the wind... A whisper of something to come. Suddenly realizing that the world is no longer still, I am on my feet in a flash. I quickly sing a songspell to help my hearing temporarily, but the whisper is gone, and I did not fully hear the words it said.

"Well then, it seems we must pay a visit to the other gods..." I whisper to my snowy owl companion as she lands on my shoulder. In reply, I recieve a ruffling of feathers, before Sashenka takes flight once again. I follow suit, and exit my homerealm as I make my way to pay a visit.

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Anyone can be whoever it is that I go to speak with on the matter. 

I'm just guessing that the Hallan who have posted so far have come to me for their various reasons. If I'm wrong or if other Hallan are here as well, please say so.

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Methodius ~

The sun streams through a window which is merely a hole hacked into a wall of the hut. I watch as the landsman's infant squirms in his little wooden box.

"May your journeys meet their end at rest." The landsman's wife, Arsa, gives me the customary parting words as she hands me a small cloth bundle containing no doubt some small fodder for my supposed future travelling.

"May your hospitality be rewarded by the gods on high," I reply. I pull my shabby cloak over my shoulders, take the bundle, and give my respects to Delius, the landsman.

On my way out I pause for an instant in the doorframe, my fingertips touching each side. Though these people have little they had given much to me. Their small amount of land will be fruitful, and their son will grow to be one of the greatest blacksmiths who ever lived.

I stride down the dirt road until I am out of sight, then silently return to my homerealm. Usually I would not leave the mortals so soon-- many deserve to be rewarded and I must spend much time seeking out who is worthy. But something seems wrong. The sky is full of clouds, and an uncanny silence fills the atmosphere, like the world has been covered with a thick layer of dust, or a rare snow, as Glaciara would put it.

Standing in my hall of weaving I am surrounded by my favorite tapestries. Most I make myself, but on occasion I will display one made by a particularly talented mortal. They consider it a great honor.

But there is no time to admire them now. I can sense that many of the Hallan wish to enter my homerealm, so I admit them access.

Chirrin looks pensive, Glaciara worried. Liberala seems alert and wary. Eana, however, grins from ear to ear. 

I raise my eyebrows as I survey the assembled Hallan. It isn't often more than two of us are in the same place. Perhaps they have noticed the stillness too, perhaps they have picked up on some clue I haven't.

I gesture to a ring of carved stone seats on the shore of my island, visible between the columns of the hall. There are twelve, enough for all of us to have a council, though we will probably never do so. The stone itself that makes up the chairs is dull in color and weathered from the waves. But I have carved swirling patterns into it long ago. If you don't look too closely, they seem to be infinitely moving like the dark sea before us.

"Sit," I say to the silent Hallan. "I feel there is much we must discuss." 

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What if for the plot each of the Hallans have an object which encompasses some of their powers, or at least the powers they use to fight with, and Dechete is trying to steal all of them? Sort of like Zeus' thunderbolts or Poseidon's trident?

~Emotion

"Homerealm. Homerealm." I whisper, concentrating. I tap into my thoughts, unraveling them all like a ball of Gold Length, a type of string, when footsteps alert me.

The Portal to my homerealm explodes.

It's a Godess with wings. "You broke my concentration!" I snap.  

Archane~

i sit silently at the peak of the tallest mountain of my fiery world. the land was bathed in eternal sunset and the forest looked to be stuck in perpetual fall. but i knew better, this was my world after all. i knew that instead of leaves these trees had glowing embers. sighing happily, i sink down to the ground and watch the blood red clouds roll across the sky.

also, inktail, i made my charrie first but yours has very similar powers. what if instead of the goddess of heat, charlina is the goddess of lightning? 

Kleur~

Something's off.

I'm not sure what it is, lying in a blanket of color, blending with my surroundings. This is supposed to be peaceful, a sort of meditation, but it's just not today. There's something spiritual wrong, like my whole homerealm has been tinted.

But with what?
I sit up, skin a transparent white. Pensive. What is it that's wrong?
I decide the best person to go to is Methodius. Surely he will know what's wrong.

I leave my Homerealm and find, when requesting to enter his, that there's already a large body of people there. Others must have noticed this strange wrongness, I decide, and enter.