Eojoth
Cortha the Central Continent
Bal’vatar, City of Gods
Gorden sat bored upon his throne of gold stroking his immaculately groomed brown beard, looking down at the messengers informing him of the current conditions of his vast trade company - the Glittering Castle. Other gods might smite them in divine rage for daring to speak directly to the divine, but not Gorden. As the God of Merchants and Opulence he prided himself on the efficiency of his organisation. Unfortunately for him, having designated all of his major day to day tasks to his dutiful underlings left him with little else to do.
Suddenly, a messenger burst into his throne room through the large gem encrusted doors - each tall enough to fit five men standing on each other’s head.
“M’lord, our diplomatic caravan on the Dragonfire Pass has been attacked by bandits! Demigod Barter's message stone has lit up - he is requesting your assistance,” he exclaimed.
“Hush! Do not yell in the presence of the lord.” One of the attendants said to the foolish novice, glancing at Gorden worriedly.
“The one with the Divine Artefact Jordgedor?” Gorden asked, agitated.
“Yes, m'lord,” The messenger replied.
The rest of the court looked at him anxiously. Gorden was notoriously touchy when it came to his possessions.
"I will go handle this immediately. You all know what to do whilst I'm gone." Gorden said to the room, looking at each attendant with a steely gaze.
He strode down the twenty human steps leading to his throne with only one of his own and walked towards the golden exit, glancing over the mortals as he passed. Their tallest only reached his thigh, and their comparatively dirty silk clothes did nothing to match his lustrous enchanted golden armour. He felt silly comparing himself to the mortals - they could never match up to the Divine.
Leaving the castle, he manipulated the sea of Mana surrounding him in a way only a god could do and with it launched himself eastwards into the air, leaving the massive city of Bal'vatar behind him in moments. Travelling at breakneck speeds over the paved road he saw a gargantuan wooden ship floating a few kilometres off the ground.
Gorden stopped a few dozen metres from the ship, a large gust of wind barreling into the ship from him halting. A glimmering blue barrier revealed itself to block the wind from impacting the ship.
They must have paid the Engineer’s Guild quite the amount for an Airship of this quality, Gorden thought.
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There were a few dozen people standing on board the Engineer Guild's top war machine, all with a variety of magical weapons ranging from swords to Tinker-made firearms. The leader of the group stood at the front of the group wielding the Divine Artefact Jordgedor, the tip of the gladius pointed at the irritated god. All on board were decked from head to toe in magically warded robes, covering all attempts to glean their identities.
“You blasted mortals keep trying to steal from me. Hand to me my Jordgedor and I will give you a painless death.” Gorden declared.
“Your reign of terror ends now, Gorden!” The leader spoke with confidence. “Your tyranny has spited many over the years, and it is time that your actions caught up to you!.” The leader yelled.
As he said his words the people around him took down their hoods to reveal themselves. Gorden noticed that many were his own trusted branch leaders or personal attendants.
The leader took down his own hood, to show that he was Kengael, Gorden's vice-president of his trade empire and a Demi-god in his own right.
"Once you are gone I will govern the company in your stead, and where you exploited and destroyed I will instead give back to the people!" Kengael said.
“This charade has gone too far, give me the Artefact or you will see what it means to anger the Divine.” Gorden snarled. The threat failed miserably - they only seemed more determined.
“Deploy it.” Kengael said to his followers. The five strongest took out a darkened orb and scroll each, all densely scrawled with powerful enchantments.The scrolls had an empty space in their center, large enough to fit a human head.
“Where on Eojoth did you find such strong Dungeon cores? Give those to me and I may even consider sparing you.” Gorden said greedily.
The men swiftly placed the scrolls onto the enchanted wooden floorboards of the ship, and planted a dungeon core in the centre of each one. They started to glow whilst Gorden watched curiously. Since his birth he had never been hurt by a mortal weapon before, and he suspected this time would be no different.
The enchantments on the scrolls glowed and disintegrated, infusing the dungeon cores with powerful energy, morphing them into long chains tipped with sharp spikes. These chains shot towards the God of Opulence and stabbed into his arms, legs and chest. The god’s ever present golden aura started to waver and diminish slightly, the chains absorbing his divine power to strengthen themselves.
“HOW DARE YOU? I WILL DISINTEGRATE YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES FOR THIS INSOLENCE!” The god yelled. He attempted to summon his personal Divine weapon, yet the chains interfered with his pocket dimension making it unusable. He pulled on the chains stabbed into his arms, attempting to free himself, yet his godly strength failed him.
Sufficiently restrained, Kengael had confidence in the next stage of his plan. With a great leap he launched himself towards the god, Jordgedor held in his unwavering grasp. With all his might he thrust the blade into Gorden's heart, releasing all of the energy it held. With a wail of wrath Gorden's chest collapsed into his body as he disintegrated from the inside out. Kengael launched himself off the crumbling body back onto the ship and watched as the God of Opulence turned to dust in the wind.
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Twenty days later the new management of the Glittering Caravan company was annihilated by a coalition of 15 Gods, spearheaded by Karela, Goddess of Order. The Engineers who designed and built the Airship the rebellion used were disintegrated and their designs stricken from all records.
The actions sent a strong message to all who still dared oppose the gods. Nothing would challenge their supremacy.