The mortal realm

Richard awoke. He looked around. He was in a room of some form. He thought about how he got here, or even who he was. He was stumped. The only thing he remembered was his name. He stared at himself. He was naked. Good thing the room's door was closed. He finally rested his eyes upon a wardrobe of some kind. He opened it, and saw his clothes. He put them on, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a white t-shirt, as well as blue jeans. Suddenly, he saw something next to the mirror. It was a spear, with a strap attached to it. He strapped it to his back, not knowing what dangers he would encounter. Not seeing anything else in the room, he walked through the door.

The sun practically blinded him, and the heat immediately set in. Wherever he was, it was really, really hot! He finally adjusted to the sunlight, and discovered that he was in the middle of a marketplace. With no money, he could not buy anything, but he browsed around anyways. He suddenly realized that he was standing out quite a bit. The locals seemed to be mainly lizardmen, and no one was dressed like he was. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, he wandered off, trying to find some answer to his most important question - Where was he?

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Inside his mansion on the desert planet, Fiamar was bored as his servants rushed around to try to please him. All of them knew what he was like when he was bored, and usually the nearest person to him died. However, today, he wanted to kill some locals. That always cheered him up. He teleported into the village, near the market. The crowd scattered when they saw him. However, a little child, not knowing how violent Fiamar could be, came out of his home, and stared at him. Fiamar smiled, approached the little boy, and crushed his head in with his flail. The father of the child rushed towards him, but all Fiamar had to do was send a blast of fire towards the big lizard, and all that remained were ashes. He then noticed that the mother had fainted. He swung his flail, and crushed her skull. He laughed maniacally.

When Skye awoke she found herself on her stomach with her face on an unnaturally hard floor, she quietly wondered how she was actually able breath in such a position, though the thought was soon washed away by the realization of not knowing where she was, how she got here and why she was naked suddenly flared. In sudden shock she shot up and attempted to cover herself up with something, anything.

Realizing there was nothing within arm's length of her spot on the floor, Skye slowly rose to her feet, shivering as the cold from the floor travelled up her spine. She took a couple experimental steps forward, using the wall as a guide with one hand while the other was stretched out front of her hoping to find something to light up the dark room. She had to take a few small steps back as her balance was tipped as her outstretched hand hit something. Slowly, Skye wandered around the object, one hand still on it. It was then she came to the realization of the wooden object being a small sized wardrobe.
Gingerly she felt for the handle, her hand fumbled for a bit in the darkness before latching onto what she though to be the handle. Hesitantly she pulled it open, expecting for something to jump out at her, instead she was met by yet again more darkness. A part of her began to worry, this only made her search quicker inside the wardrobe, hoping for some kind of light source. This time she did find something, material, clothes. Pulling them out she turned around, and stumbled to the closest wall with both hand outstretched, searching for a light switch. Skye was rewarded by the small switch in which she flicked on quickly.
The dim light that flickered on was enough to see the clothes she was holding- a plain pair of blue jeans and a white top. Without a second thought she pulled them both on, once done she glanced around the room, eyes immediately looking onto a large black object leaning against the opposite wall. Skye wandered forward and stopped just in front of the blade, it was giant, Skye could hardly believe her eyes. After the initial shock wore off Skye grabbed the handle of the huge sword and lifted it slightly. It was surprisingly easy to lift.
With a shrug of her shoulders she lifted the sword to her back and strapped it to her back. And with that she grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.

Freya slowly came back to consciousness, the feeling of being cold becoming too persistent to ignore, she opened her eyes blinking them rapidly to clear them of the blurriness. Her eyes felt dry and itchy and her mouth felt as though she had been sleeping a long time. She lay on her side with her back to a wall curled inwards almost in a foetal position. She slowly stretched her legs out wincing at the stiffness in them, she did the same with her arms before slowly sitting up. It was then she noticed that she was naked, no wonder she was cold, she quickly crossed her arms suddenly feeling especially vulnerable. She looked around more intently this time and saw to her relief that the room she was in appeared to be empty of people other than her. She stood and shivered as her bare feet touched the cold floor. Where was she?

The room appeared quite small and reasonably well lit though she did not see a light source, on the opposite wall from her she saw what appeared to be a wardrobe of some sort. She approached it cautiously and hesitated in front of it, she had no idea where she was or what she could expect and opening things even a simply wardrobe could be dangerous. She hesitated a moment longer but eventually being cold won over her caution and she pulled the doors open. Inside the wardrobe was empty other than a pair of blue jeans and a white t shirt, Freya thought they were an odd choice of clothing but then what about this whole situation wasn't odd, she pulled the jeans and shirt on glad to have something covering her. The wardrobe contained one other item, a leather belt of some kind with what appeared to be two long knives hanging from it. Freya stared at them for a long time but could find no recollection of ever using them before. She thought about leaving them but decided against it as being armed with something she wasn't sure she could use was far better than not being armed at all.

She had just finished buckling the belt on when she realised that she remembered nothing, strangely it hadn't occurred to her before, she knew nothing about herself. Where she came from, what she looked like nothing. All she seemed to know was her name: Freya and that didn't exactly give her much to go on. Freya was not happy with her current situation, not happy at all but standing doing nothing was not going to find her the answers she sought and so she walked towards the only exit in the room. Freya took a deep breath, pulled open the door and stepped through it.

Aron was training in an old factory that was abandoned years ago, more specificly, around the time he sought a training place. Aron had smashed a hole in the concrete floor and put a stick in the hole, the lifeless corps that served as a punching bag was tied onto it with a cable that was used to hold up elevators. Aron smacked the dead corps with his whip, whereafter he jumped backwards, concentrated and seamingly slashed at empty air. Suddenly a beam of darkness came out of his whip and flew towards the body. On collision, the cable that was keeping the body upright snapped and the corps fell down on the ground. He back walked towards the empty shell and wanted to pick it up when he heard an evil sounding voice in his head: ' That's quite enough, Aron.' Aron fel on one knee and looked up at the sky. 'Then, what do you want me to do now master?' He asked. Deep inside Aron's mind, Arooon grinned and said: ' You have practiced enough on this motionless being, let's go see what your new power does to moving things, living things.' Aron grinned too and said:' Your wish is my command, master' as he stood up, picked up his whip wich he put in a special container on his belt and left the building, the big city was waiting for him.

The bright beam of sunlight hit sky light a ton of bricks, forcing Skye to shield her eyes with a bare hand. Puzzled by the fact she had suddenly found herself outside, Skye dropped her hand prematurely and tried to catch a glimpse of her surroundings, doubtful on what she would find. She scowled in pure annoyance as she blinked continuously to help her eyes adjust to the lighting.
She herself thought the odds of wherever she was turning out to be a dreary and gloomy place were much higher than the chance she had stepped out into a blissful and jovial town. Though what Skye was met with was somewhere in the middle of her guessing, -no she did not find herself in a town of wealth and delight, no was it a place of dread and isolation, instead it was something that was content looking, surprisingly calm and buzzing with light and joyous chit chat.

To say Skye was shocked was an understatement.

Carefully shifting the weight of her monstrous blade to a more comfortable hold, Skye quietly stepped down onto the street.

Aron reached the crosroads between religion street and war street, one of the busiest places in the whole city, when Arooon said: ' This place is perfect, lots of humans around, let the test begin!' Aron stopped for a second and then sended g-his thoughts towards Arooon as he saw a lizardman-family walk by:'NO! there are too many not-humans around, unleashing my powers now would be... evil!' Arooon sighed'That's right, this fool stil thinks we are the good guys,' he thought in himself whereafter he sended another brainwave towards Aron's part of the consiosness with the message:' Alright then, go to the part where all the human speciïsts live.' Aron brightened up when he heard this and started to walk towards the only part in the city where only humans lived. (P.S. speciist is the equivalent of racist, but instead of discriminating people with another colour, people who aren't human.)

Ezariah woke up to the familiar sound of her alarm.With a slight groan, she rolled over and pressed the snooze button, but not before glancing at the clock. 11:00. She cursed under her breath and rolled out ofthe bed, quickly getting dressedand wrapping her whip around her waist. It was 11:05 when she had gotten ready, and she was already bored.

She left the apartment and walked along the village, at the market. It always humoured her to see how 'normal' people spent their day. She noticed Fiamar just a few metres away, killing a family. That's why it was so quiet, she thought. Though she was used to it, she couldn't help but wince at the sound of the mother's skull crushing. Even if she was evil, so to speak, she still found that mildly... gross. She looked around the market, slightly pissed for no apparent reason. She noticed a few people still out. Fools, she thought. Fiamar is here, what on Earth are they doing?

She held her hand to shield her eyes from the sun, and noted who the people were. From the clothes, and the weapons, they looked suspiciously like... The Deity. Ezariah narrowed her eyes, and took out her whip from her belt. Even if the weren't the Deity, it didn't make a difference to her. She could really use some killing to calm onw, take her mind off things. And it looked like she had found her next victim.

The girl with the blonde hair and the extremely large sword. Ezariah ran towards her, and before reaching the girl, did a flip. She flew over the girl's head, and whilst in the air, cracked her whip at the girl's head. If it had met it's trget, then that wold cause some pretty serious damage, especially with the hidden spikes under the skin. She landed behind the girl and shot the whip at the girl's legs, attempting to make her fall over.

It took a few seconds and the feel of the cool liquid dripping down her temple for Skye to fully register that she was being attacked, even then the shock of being hit was more. Blood continued to dribble down the side of Skye's face, the pain of her ripped skin sent small shocks to her brain. The distraction of her pain was almost Skye's downfall as she barely dodge the second shot from her attacker, a thin line of blood trickled from her ankle, lightly soaking her blue jeans.

The blonde turned to face her attacker, eyes hard as she glared venomously at the other girl. Immediately her hand flew to the handle of her giant blade and using strength was wasn't aware she had, Skye ripped the sword from its holster and pointed it directly at the enemy; jagged end gleaming.

(gues it's my turn to post something, seeing concrete and converse aren't continuing their battle, it's too bad this kind of screws up the rithem of the RP, also, i have tryed posting this before, but my stupid computer logged me of, so i needed to log in again , so expect it to not be as good as the original)
Aron turned around a corner and saw two girls standing in front of each other, one with a big sword, and one with what form this distance looked like a belt, it looked as if they where fighting. suddenly, Arooonstarted yelling in Aron's subconsciousness:' That girl! That girl with the sword! She is dressed up as the Deity!'
Arooon had told Aron about the Deity, a fake god who fooled the people by making them believe that only getting rid of some people would save the universe. Aron knew better.' Shall i attack her too then?' Aron asked, opening the container with his whip. 'Yes, that would help our future plans.' Arooon relpied, and if he would have controlled Aron's face on that moment, it woulde have displayed an evil smile.
(P.S: I would like to nerf Aron a bit, by making Arooon a bad wip user, and give the weapon another form, which Aron cannot unlock yet with his current power, but whit wich Arooon actualy is good, but then make Aron suck with it, this would limit Arooon's powers this early in the story, but give him some extra power later on, together with this, i would like to give the weapon a new name, if you think it is too late to do this, thuiy, or if it's against the only-one-weapon rule, i won't do it.)