New Horizons - The Book of Sir Mj

Having successfully rebuilt the temple of K.A.I.N., and masterminding the fall of our enemy Trivium and former enemy Dark Lotus as High Priest, I found myself cast into the position of God of SoV. My first "act" as God of our clan was to consult with the ever-wise Kai, our founding father F'Nok and my Orderly mentor K.A.I.N as to the deteriorating state of our home realm Evergreen (WoS). We concluded that while we shall fight to defend and preserve our homeland to the end, the survival of SoV must be ensured regardless and at all costs. Under the previous reign of Minkor the Foul, we had established a firm presence in the GunZ realm, which was to become our first official expansionary realm.

Due to the success and popularity of the GunZ followers of SoV, I decreed that we should begin probing and scouting new realms for expansion and eventual SoVietisation. Immediately, I assigned several of the Fayith of our clan to go forth establishing a foot-hold and spreading the mythos of SoV into new realms. This task was undertaken with great vigour and dedication by brother Parsaw the Atrocious, sister Tifa the Illuminated and brother PsYcOtIc the wise. In preparation for the success of our expansionists I set forth re-organising our communications centre(forums), a task which sapped incredible volumes of energy and power. As arduous as the task proved, the fruits it bore justified the means.

Just as the Greek God Zeus did with Dione, mother of Aphrodite, I fell in love with a mortal, Lady Little the Radiant of The Order. This did not bode well with the other mortals and disputes began to arise either through fear of bias or jealousy. In an attempt to quell the disgruntlement and fears of my mortal kinfolk, I found myself punishing my lover in instances where other mortals were shown mercy and forgiveness. One regretable night, I sent out a lightning bolt in a fit of rage which scarred the hand of my mortal concubine for allegedly consorting with a loathed enemy of our clan. When I learned that I'd acted upon false information, my rage turned inward, and sadly was expressed outwardly at any mortal who even remotely appeared to be slandering my mortal love. The realms of our existance were showered with bolts of vehement lightning, a mere few of our brethren spared my godly wrath.

In an act of love and forgiveness, Lady Little extended her lightning-scarred hand, grasping mine and begging me to cease with my vendetta. My actions, and the fierce storm they created affected not only the mortals, but also ascended members of SoV, and thus, observing the damage that had been caused, I made the decision to descend back into mortality and allow a new leader to emerge and steer us towards our destiny of dominance and ultimate power. My last act as God of SoV was to cast a sphere of pure energy, and heal the hand of my mortal love. With this my powers were drained completely, for it consumes immense power to convert the pure firey hatred of evil into a majick capable of healing. My reign as god of SoV now at its end, my undying and unquestionable loyalties lie firmly with our new leader, Charon.