Auditions for the powers of Earth *closed*

[Promise Broken]

Info on this power:
if you win this audition than your character will be granted the near exact powers of the God of Earth. With these powers you will be given authority over all your people (those pledged to the God of Earth) and will have the power to overrule any of their own. You will become the leader of your race, and of all who are alleiged to the God of Earth.

If you wish to audition for the powers of the patron God of Earth, then this is where you will post. Post as your character in an incident/situation of your choosing.

In your audition post act as though your character has already been granted the powers and abilities of the Earth God.

Make sure you post in length with description and plenty of detail. Make it interesting. You may post one audition for each of your characters.

Anyone can post who wishes to have the elemental powers of Earth - the near exact powers of the God of Earth, then please reply to this thread with your audition.

Until Stated Otherwise This Audition Thread is CLOSED

CONGRATS TO .::W:T:H:E:R:E:D::. for getting the part of Master of Soil.

[.::W:I:T:H:E:R:E:D::.]

<sup>The large Central Village city stood tall and proud against all the throws of Wind, Water, and Fire... and had for thousands of generations, ever since the beginning of time. And it was in this village that the Master resided. Many wouldn't think of him as the proper leader, and several young mortals had tried to overcome him. And though he was intimidating in his mindset and overall appearance, he was in fact a leader masked by a different set of rules. Noble and steadfast, he wouldn't falter, and had a severe battle code. His mind was tossed about between seclusion and socialism. It was a difficult descision for him... but when the God of Earth had become a part of him, he had left no questions to be answered. He took the responsibility without complaint and overall enjoyed the mass of power -in a good way mind you.

He wasn't a power hoard, nor was he a man who would pull the rug out from the feet of his people just to keep himself at the head. He was, generally speaking, a good man at heart. Perhaps a little confused at times as to why he felt recluse and seclusive at times, but didn't everyone.

True he was a loner, but he lived for what purpose? Everyman needed a purpose in life and this was his. Without it, he would be nothing. A warrior? He had not the stomach to suffer under the leadership of someone incapable of successfully pulling an army out of battle, with victory in tow. He would rather die for his people, then pointlessly with his people. As the right hand man of Borran, his death would be in the end when Earth could nolonger fight against the supression of the more powerful nations.

Yes, Sata was a secluded soul, he was a loner to some, but he was not completely cold. He could enjoy himself with certain close friends and generals. And beyond contrary beleive there was sarcastic humor lodged within him. He was a good leader, and had certain leadership qualities that shown through the evil in his blood that made him seclusive and reckless... the part of him that let fury lead was deep and trapped, and he had a good self control, on both his emotions and actions. Irrational? He knew not the word. If he ever lost his temper it would be because the other deserved it. Sure he was strict, and some might go as far as to call him mean; and yes of course there had been times when he appeared to have that evil shadowy look within his face -- a look that made his facade look hollow and skin tight. It was a look that only appeared when... well, even he did not entirely understand what made him look more like his feitic blood than the human nature that governed him a majority of the time. The only differences between him and the human that had birthed him was his endurance, his strength, his cunning, his stealth, and his immortality. And his eyes... that unnatural shade of stunning silver, as if the molten metal had been poured directly into the hollows of his eyes to mold the captivating, tombstone eyes. The eyes of his father.

Pulling himself into the present, Sata ran a tired hand through his unkept mohoghany hair. He had been sitting here in this leather chair for the past hour, pouring over books and maps, trying to get a general idea of the lands of his people and the lands around it. The differences mattered, they mattered alot. He wanted to know the world by the back of his hand, he wanted to understand it so that when the battles brought him to the mountains, or to the plains... that he would be able to conquer the landscape and mold it to his advantage. To use every fallen tree, or hollowed cave as a foothold in his path to victory. Right now he was focused solely on setting up his defences.

He sighed and looked out the window at the setting sun as his eyes took on a look of defeat, "There's no way I can successfully pour over these maps and coordinates by candle-light. I'll have to wait until morning."

He sighed in dissapointment and leaned back in his chair, resting his head in his hands. The day had gone by so slowly... so tediously. A scouting expidition to the outer apendages of his domain, and then a meeting in Saveran, a local village to check the stock supply. For that town was a grand provider of the Master's Cavalry horses. Some of the finest war horses had been bred from that town. And now he had spent hours over these maps, making last preperations for his stationaries, which he would assign and send out tommorrow. There just wasn't enough time in a day.

... Just not enough time. Frustration began to line his thoughts and now of all times, he was glad that he stayed in a large chamber that provided him with most of his needs. He was glad he did not have to worry about others for now, and enjoyed the secluded silence. Ah... the pleasant, current peace.

Suddenly a sharp and rapid knock interrupted his daze.

"Begone!" he growled through the door, "I'm busy!" he lied in a failed attempt to get the intruded to come back at a later time.

But the knock was repeated and a small voice rang out through the wood, "Sir...? There's trouble outside the reaches, I have a message for you, sir."

Sata sighed, for there was no escaping it. It was his responsibility to assess every disturbance, even if it was asome domestic squable over who had the biggest chicken.

"Come in..." he replied finally as he listened to the heavy creak of the thick oak door.

A fragile, thin peice of paper was handed to him by a timid blonde haired youth of no older than 10. Sata took the letter, and passed a dimissive nod of his head to the lad to signal he could, and should, leave now. The boy was more than happy to oblige and raced out the door and down the hall; even forgetting to close the door in his haste. It was fine though, Sata was already up and absentmindedly shut it out of habit. He always shut his doors.

However, though he took the letter with a look of detachment, his brow immediately furrowed as her began to read deeper into the message's content:

Dear Sir,

We have been notified of a severe and serious disturbance just outside of our boundaries within the uncharted regions nearest us. We request your appearance here by Region 3H at the Outpost Saveren. Should we take action and investigate?

Regiment 13, Saveren Outpost

Satazian was concerned. He quickly folded up the message and opened the large oak door, calling down the hallway to a passing messanger boy -- this one was dark skinned and seemed to be about 15, perhaps a page.

"Good sir! Alert the stable hands that I need my mount prepared, along with a small companyment of seven men." this he said with some amount of urgency to encourage the boy to hurry.

Once he saw the lad was off and running, the Master of Soil gathered his broadsword, and hand knife -- both of which he tucked safetly into his belt.

Slight anger and frustration was brimming inside of him and he felt a light tremor pull through the earth, and immediately he quelled his emotions and calmed the earth beneath him... no need for rolling hills.

Atleast...

... not yet.</sup>