Elyzia & Valfiel's Story

Chuza rubs her cheeks as her thoughts become quickly burdened and her eyes visibly turning a darker shade of blue, what right does a god of nothingness have to deny existence to another?

Laadan will fight, stupid gods waged war on them, not other way around!

They did indeed infringe the rights of others first, she admits.

Um, I-I, a soft and timid voice echoes from the depths of Chuza's mind. I don't like it... I really don't... but... I agree with Laadan, these people deserve to live how they want to live without... y'know... b-but, I want to have a turn soon i-if... that is okay.

"You can take it any time, this is your body," Chuza responds with some confusion. She was surprised to hear from the main ego.

What right does anyone have to their existence? Every one has stolen it from another at some point, all are untrustworthy... I could make this easier.

I hardly need your kind of help, she retorts internally before light returns to her eyes.

"3/4 of Owru agrees to the terms, she says confidently to Maxwell before looking back to the others then walks up to Vargas with her head down. For a moment she thinks on what to say, nervously rubbing her arms before meeting eyes. "I understand, you are dedicated to fighting these fallen gods, you were likely born into this conflict between your kind and theirs but... if what she says is true, then it isn't it of great importance to you to act on it? What harm is it to be sure at the least? And besides," with a brief pause Chuza edges in closer and lowers her voice to a whisper. "I've noticed Maxwell has a curiosity about mortals, but I think in truth she's trying to find herself. In our battle, I realized that aside from power she is not really all that different from a human... perhaps instead, with influence, she can be saved."

So, the task set before them is to find these persumably trapped heroes in these regions of Grand Gaia and save them, save for one that have to destroy to save the other two. Ah well, kill two birds with one stone. It would be useful to get some help from the other Gaian heroes to fight the Fallen Gods; as the Creator said, they're going to need all the help they can get.
"Alright," said Adam Skelecoot, sheathing his glowing sword. "If it helps to kill these Gods of yours, we'll pick up these heroes. How's that, guys?" This would be directed to his colleagues, who would respond with a murmur of "Sure, why not". The skeleton would then turn to Vargas and the sisters. "I get that it might be weird to be ordered around by a Fallen God, but if she's true to her word - which I hope she is, I don't want this to get complicated - then we should take her word for it. She seems genuine, it's possible she isn't fighting the other gods directly cause they might be strong enough to kill her, so that might be why she's not actively working against them." The other Ones would glare at Adam, as if he might have just said something incredibly stupid. The skeleton would see their expressions and look down, slightly flustered.
Fancy would take his place in the conversation. "Adam's right, it's obvious Maxwell needs us to fight the Fallen Gods, it is her world that's on the line, and yours too, Vargas. We'll need your help, the three of you, if we're gonna fight these things."

Vargas ems to cross his arms still not certain about this situation. However the two young ladies minds were soon made up. "I say...we trust her. She has nothing to gain if we killed the other fallen gods. Even if she had ill intent she would not do much if it came down to fighting us. They do not possess power to steal a dead Gods power. So she is telling the truth." Elyzia spoke up for the two.

Vargas soon tapped his foot on the ground. It was what? 7 to one? With a sigh he unfolded his arms. "As much as it pains me...you all make a valid point...I will assist and eliminate the other Fallen Gods." He sighed in defeat. Valfiel was happy to hear, not just because Vargas said yes, but because they would be traveling with a hero! That was amazing!

Maxwell listened to their conversation in silence, however one sentence in particular. From Chuza. She can be saved. A small smile formed on her face, that was...rather unusual for anyone to say. However it seems that everyone had made up their mind. Her chair soon turned around and then she spoke. "As much as I would like to send you directly to their domains, all the islands are impossible to each by any new means except by already made portals or ships. However I will have to drop you all at my domain, Mistral. It will be a long journey, no doubt filled with danger from Demons, or the gods disciples. Good luck then, and...thank you all for doing this." Maxwell spoke, clear that her rather proper attitude was now melting away.

Soon a portal opened up in the room, signaling the start of their long journey. With one step they would all enter a land of adventure, danger and no doubt treasure. New allies, new friends...new enemies would await them...With that, Vargas took a deep breath before charging into the portal now eager to get a move on.

Chuza smiles, relieved that Vargas and the sisters have agreed to give Maxwell the benefit of the doubt. Hearing the break in her tone reinforced her decision only more. With all said and done she headed towards the portal. She knew that her time was waning. As she gets ready to leave beyond the gate there is a brief pause to wave back before entering. As she does so, she feels her grip in the plane reaching its end as another begins to take over, one by her own volition she allows.

Here goes nothing...

Out from the other end of the gateway emerges a pale white alien figure, this aspect of Owru is somewhat less humanoid, lacking a mouth, possesses two long emotive antennae, three large bright blue soulful eyes, has four arms each with three-fingered hands including thumbs, two thick legs sporting long two-toed feet, a smooth long tail, and a glimmering translucent cape-like attachment to her back. Despite her malleable alien appearance, she possessed little ambiguity in her morphology as to gender... though certainly not as pronounced as the more monstrous Laadan. This was Owru, the Ego, the prime mind.

Upon exiting the portal, aloft in the air she extended her right foot gracefully... or would have been graceful had she not miscalculated her exit velocity, tripped on a rock, and crashing cartoonishly into the ground, bouncing three times, once on her face and twice on her rear. She sits there for a moment in the grass, physically unmarred, yet embarrassment welling up inside flushing her face into a soft shade of red. Then with wide glimmering eyes as she stares out over the starlit planes then looking up at the starry skies itself arching back further and further before plopping over onto her back.

"O-oh," her voice squeaks as she reaches out with her hand only to feel a breeze that blows her antennae. She squints her eyes as a girlish giggle escapes... wherever a mouth should be. "So cool!"

Herobrine wakes up to the sudden change of energy, he sensed someone who wasn't from this world, he got up and started to walk around, after an hour of searching he heard a voice and he followed it, he got closer and closer he didn't see anything until he looked down, he saw someone who looked very strange, " hello" he said in a demonic tone, he hoped he didn't scare them, " my name is Herobrine what's your name?" He asked hoping to not scare the person.

Here they go, off to a new world, not an equestrian magic land, not a practical joke funhouse, not even a Victorian ghost town. They were going to a world of demons and malevolent Gods, where the greatest battle between mortal and immortal took place. They will have to steel themselves against whatever threat lied beyond that portal into Grand Gaia; this was a new challenge for them, at last, something different.
In one mind, the Chosen Ones stepped through the gateway into Grand Gaia, as the first outsiders to step into this new world.

The portal began to shift again, like a pebble crashing into the pond of space-time. The first to exit the portal after Owru was a tall, long-limbed skeleton, it's only clothes being an odd-green loincloth and a red bandana. It's eyeholes were big and circular, as if it were staring into a faraway place. It's skull was unlike the usual skull with the lower jaw, as it seemed to have a face, albeit a dry but stretchy one. On it's back was a magnificent, glowing sword with strange runes etched into it's blade. It would look down at the alien that had exited the portal before him and mutter, "Blimey, are you alright?"
The second newcomer was oddly cuboid, seemingly male, and rather bulky, as if his arms were made out of tree trunks. The left arm, however, was metal and jointed, painted silver and blue. He wore a simple black shirt with an angular "R" on it and a cap worn backwards. His eyes were two black beads with white irises, as if the colour scheme of his eyes were put on backwards.
The third was... a duck. He was about the same height as the cuboid figure, but significantly less built. He wore a red shirt displaying a custard pie in motion, brown shorts and unneccesarily flashy trainers. The duck himself was sea-green with an orange beak. On his back was a yellow backpack, seemingly filled with whatever a walking duck would bring with him.
The fourth and probably final figure to leave the portal was much less detailed than the other three, but was more significant in the fact that, quite simply, he was a crude stick figure. He gave the impression that he was both two and three-dimensional, as if he was cut out of a giant piece of paper. He was slightly shorter than the others, with a circular head, two lines for eyes and a both-sideways-and-forward mohawk. There was nothing much in terms of anatomy, as he was simply a bunch of drawn lines and a circle, but the only thing he wore was a pair of orange trunks. On his back, as if glued on, was a comically large pencil.
The four strange newcomers would all regard the fallen being and then look up at the figure in front of them. It was male, looking around his teens, but something was off about him that they couldn't put their finger on.
The stick figure would be the first to talk. "Uh, sorry about this, but do you know where we are?" His way of speaking had a friendly undertone to it, rather off of the group's hero-like aura.

" you are in Mistral, I don't know much about anything here as well, there is someone else nearby maybe you can ask her" he says as he started to walk away.

Behind the toon like figures came two young women, both armed with scythes. The second they saw the downed figure they crouched down to assist her up. The last to arrive behind the group but the first to rush in was a man with red hair and armor. As he stepped out he noticed the downed figure right away. She changed again, this was...her third swap? That meant she was a different personality entirely. However his attention soon tuned to the young man...who spoke in a demonic tone. His hand hovered above his sword however a second sight which he was unprepared for came into view.

"This is Mistral, now who are...Vargas?" A woman came. Into view. Awoken by the strange feeling she got as if beings had just appeared. She looked young, long flowing light blue hair and a blue dress with a plate on the chest. And soon as Vargas relived who this woman was, he laughed heartily and ran forward giving her a friendly hug...and a rather loud pat on the back. "Selena! You really are still alive!" He cheered as Selena taking the time to gather herself after the rather powerful slap to her back. "You...are alive as well...Hello Vargas." Selena replied and Vargas released her from the hug. The two knew each other obviously.

" wait what's going on, do I need to kill someone, please explain!!!!!!" Herobrine says with utter confusion of what's going on, he then realized that Selena found her friend. " ok well ima go now" Herobrine tries to escape from the situation.

With great flexibility and grace, Owru kicks up her feet, rolls onto her back and props herself up onto her four hands then flips herself back onto her feet without disturbing the field around her. She was about to answer the new individual, when the others began to enter. She glances about, blinking at the growing crowd about her to sink back bashfully. She wasn't sure yet if it had been noticed that Chuza and her had swapped places. She barely gets words out, fidgeting with her hand, almost too bashful to raise attention to herself and her face getting redder with each passing moment, knocking her knees together. With it welling up inside she finally raises her upper right arm, her antennae shooting up straight, and shuts her eyes tightly.

"Hi, I-I'm Owru," she yells in a high pitch voice. Realizing she raised her voice she gasps as her eyes grow wide, slapping her hands over where a mouth would be, her antennae curling up like buns on each side of her head as she shrinks back, though less literal this time. Her face red, eye contact more towards the ground she speaks again, now twiddling the fingers of her second set of hands and her tail coiling around her ankles. "I, uh, um, I can also go by Ru, or Ow... no... that is a pain sound... u-um... Ru is still fine though. I-is my current form acceptable? I mean not t-to offend."

This personality was possibly even more emotive than Laadan, but soft spoken and has a more gentle nature like Chuza. Also somewhat spastic, fidgeting about nervously as she struggles to introduce herself. She then pauses and stares at the new stranger.

"W-why are you y- ehhhh?! Why would you have to k-kill someone!?"

"You don't want to know what's inside of me, and that's all you'll need to know" Herobrine says with a demonic grin, his skin starts to turn pitch black, which means the demon inside of him has awoken "I suggest you all stay away from me" he quietly laughs in a demonic way, a sudden wave of demonic energy fills the air, his eyes turn bloodshot red, claws start to form on his fingers, then he begins to grow a tail, he slowly becomes more demon like.

Without warning there was a swift motion, a soft ringing sound echoes in the air like a gentle chorus of ethereal chimes. Suddenly standing before Herobrine was Owru, her cape-like wings flowing softly against the wild demonic energy. She leans in, her three deep blue eyes now stare intensively at him mere inches away from his face, Within them is a lack of any fear, but instead curiosity. It was not just bravery, there was no prejudice, no hostility, not even an ounce of concern for her own safety. What was there, however, could be most closely defined as child-like wonder, and a strong sense of tranquility radiates from her, visible as some ghostly distortion like a heat haze as it harmlessly distorts the flow of the more violent energy.

"We all have things inside of us we don't like others to see, but I believe it is who, rather than the what that defines us," so says Outsider Owru. She tilts her head to the side and squints her eyes, a sparkle within them, her tendril-like antennae raising up and curling over. Even without a mouth there is no mistake... she is smiling.

Herobrine tilts his head and one of his ears twitches " what are you" he asks and acts cute, he gets onto all four of his limbs and circles around Owru, he then sits and scratches his ear with his back leg, "and why do I feel so calm around you?" He asks, he stares up at Owru, without a doubt, she is much larger than him, "and why do I have the erge to sit upon your shoulder" he asks Owru, and starts to laugh.

"Herobrine?" the skeleton said, tilting his head. "Ain't that, like, a big bad in Minecraftia? I heard he was one of the generals in the Maelstrom's army a thousand years ago."
"No, this isn't him," the cuboid figure said. "Herobrine's a Minecraftian, a lot more square. This guy looks a lot younger than how I imagine Herobrine being. And more.... human." He spoke the last statement hesitantly. Something was definitely wrong this this guy.
"He might be a descendant," the stick figure said. "You know, Herobrine maybe got laid, I mean, he's humanoid enough, if he kept his, y'know, evil-ness down enough."
"I doubt it," said the duck. "I don't thee Herobrine as the family type. He'd probably eat hith children." His speech was rather hindered by his beak.
"Well, it's a chance, you'd never know," said the skeleton, shrugging. His body proportions made this gesture very effective.
By this time, the other three had stepped through the portal. Another figure made herself apparent, with a blue dress and flowing light blue hair. It seemed as if she knew Vargas before, because he ran up and gave her a hug. The Chosen Ones were not sure if she was another hero or just someone the fire warrior knew, but was nice to see two friends reunite.
Then a lot of things happened. The present Herobrine said something - now that's what was wrong with him, there was an odd sound as he spoke, as if he was talking alongside some demon - about having to kill someone before turning black. That was when the paladins realized the issue with the man and unsheathed their weapons, the skeleton getting out his glowing sword, the cuboid man getting into a fighting stance, the stick figure wielding his huge pencil, and the duck reaching into his backpack and getting out a bamboo cane. If this Herobrine was a descendant of the Maelstrom's Minecraftian general, than obviously his nature was passed along the family tree. They wondered what exactly happened through the generations to spawn this black-skinned abomination in a adolescent body.
The demon than began to circle around Owru, this personality seeming more timid than the others, seemingly calm around the alien. Maybe it was the sheer eldritch nature of the being that made the demon feel at home. Whatever, the Chosen Ones kept their guard near the demon boy.

Herobrine laughs "omg you guys think I'm related to that Herobrine! No way in hell im related to him, Herobrine is just my name and the form I am in right now is just the form of the demon that was sealed inside of me." He slowly stops laughing "and i think the reason why I'm calmer than before is because the ethereal energy reminds me of...... my......mother" he says the last few words with great sadness, and then a rush of anger ran through him, as the anger increased the more unstable his demonic energy became.

"Sorry for getting sidetracked there, I am Selena. Vargas might have said something about the six heroes, I am or was part of the six heroes. And that person there...He is from this world, or at the very least knows about it. Outsiders do not know about the Great War let alone the civil war that happened in my homeland. I am not sure who he is exactly however he causes trouble so do indeed keep your guard up." Selena spoke as she faced Vargas. Of course she was now ignoring one young woman jumping up and down seeing yet another hero.

"Vargas, what exactly are you doing here with well...all these people? They all seem new to the world. And how did you arrive here by portal?" Selena asked. Now this is where Vargas sighed. "This is going to be...difficult to say...However we are going to eliminate the fallen gods for...a fallen God..." Vargas nervously spoke, and it was clear that Selena did not like one bit of it, besides the killing the Gods part.

Part of her wanted to walk away deeming her friend a lost cause, part of her wanted to stay to hear his reasoning. He would have never done this without a really good reason. She looked at the others to see if they would share their thoughts on the matter.

" something tells me that I'm going to be chained up" he says with frustration."I was trying to be nice but noooo, because a demon is inside of me no one trusts me, Jesus." Herobrine growls as he speaks. "even if I'm more comfortable in this form do you all prefer my normal form?" He asks. "how come whenever I'm having fun everyone has to ruin it" he says to himself.

Upon being asked what she was, Owru was immediately set into thought on how to answer such a question, one she did not really understand herself that well. She had no point of reference, no species to really associate herself to, she was...

"I am... an Outsider, which as fancy as it might sound, it means I literally have no family, world, or species, even other Outsiders are nothing like me," she responds, becoming somewhat melancholy briefly before perking back up. "However, I could try looking like others! Like um..."

She glances about the surroundings to spot any subject to assume the form of. Despite it being dark she could see the expanse of the field before her clearly, and in the distance she spots her subject and begins to undergo a rapid change in form as her malleable body effortlessly shifts, her hands and feet into claws, antennae curling into the shape of pointed ears, the shape of her head and body, tail becoming thicker, and even her symbols shifting to resemble markings like stripes on her tail, markings on her hands and feet. For a change, her mouth actually had a mouth, small as it were, with a jagged quality to vaguely resemble teeth, and the texture of her smooth body to resemble the texture of fur. She resembled a raccoon, at least the general idea of one as it was clearly still Owru. Regardless of its imperfections she giggles, proud of her handiwork and tightly hugs her tail.

"Creatures in this world are so cute," she squeaks, rubbing her cheek against aforementioned tail. Upon hearing Herobrine stating that she reminds him of his mother her eyes widen and she drops her tail, reverting back to her normal form. "O-oh, what was your mother like? Was she human? To be... honest... I'm flattered to be compared to one's mother. I hope that does not sound strange, or selfish, just that I envy that kind of... familiarity, as I've said, I never had a family. I wonder if the lack of anything to attach to is what leads a number of Outsiders to become so heartless. B-but a mother... h-heh..."

She tilts her head down as she blushes slightly, but then looks out as she hears Vargas talking, awkwardly stating how he was acting on behalf of a Fallen God which she felt only lead to Selena's suspicions, who is an apparent close comrade of his. She pauses to think on what to say in response to this, in an effort to disarm the situation.

"The Fallen God he speaks of is Maxwell," she responds earnestly as she turns to Selena. "I believe she does not wants to see this world destroyed as much as any of you do... and besides... don't you think the one who created such beautiful fields deserves some benefit of the doubt? I-I don't know, she just seemed more like a person to me who has felt some really bad things... it just seems to me like she wants to be... appreciated. Despite her immortal body, she's more human than maybe even she realizes. T-trust me, I've... h-heh... s-studied to try being more human myself."

With this she turns attention back to Herobrine, then to Adam and the others now at ready then back at Herobrine taking offense, then back at them and so forth. In an effort to disarm the situation she holds out all four of her arms and speaks out.

"S-so... um, I am open to form requests."