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The Imagiverse

The Imagiverse

The realm of Fantasy, where the cartoons live.

21094 readers have visited this universe since Adam Skelecoot created it. Specmarine, and Adam Skelecoot are listed as curators.
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Introduction

<font size="4">Somewhere, on the other side of the edge of Reality, lies a realm built on our ideas and imagination, known as Fantasy, more commonly known as the Imagiverse.
No man has ever set foot on this strange and wonderful mirror reality, yet he has visited it, and built on it, countless times in his mind. In the Imagiverse, what can be imagined and thought takes a physical, psychological form. What is probable is certain, what is impossible is possible.</font size="4">

This roleplay is based off of the universe that I base my artwork on, which is a world, as said in the intro, built on the collective imagination of mankind. It encourages fun and silliness, as it inherits the humour of our favourite franchises, and also the mentality of Terry Pratchett's Discworld, so magic and randomness is allowed, in non-lethal levels, unless said magic is used in combat. Honestly, I'm not too sure if this is original or based off of the afore-mentioned franchises. I'm thinking it's both, essentially taking these existing ideas and adding to them.
The roleplay is currently under construction, but if you wish to help build the Imagiverse and become an admin, feel free to contact me!

Rules

  • Because of the nature of the roleplay's setting, all characters are welcome, as well as characters/OCs from franchises such as MLP:FIM, My Life as a Teenage Robot, Toontown etc.
  • No OOC hate. What happens outside the Imagiverse, stays outside the Imagiverse
  • No godmodding. You cannot roleplay as certain gods such as the Creators, unless you are a Game Master. And no absurdly powerful abilities that insta-kill, e.g ""Insert name here" lets out a massive wave of energy, destroying everything and everyone around him/her/it."
  • No ERP.
  • The combat in this roleplay is turn-based. For help on combat, see this guide: regarding-text-combat-tutorial-t32136.html
  • If you have a fair amount of roleplaying/writing experience, that would be a bonus ;)

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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) One of the Chosen Ones and brother of John Skelecoot
Character Portrait: Elyzia & Valfiel The butterfly sisters, A duo of both heroes and musical artists.
Character Portrait: John Skelecoot The Brother of Adam Skelecoot and Governor of the Skelecoots
Character Portrait: Locke Sky Basicly a child from Life and Death but can be killed
Character Portrait: Outsider Owru An inquisitive being with the strangest personality problem.
Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian The muscles of the Chosen Ones
Character Portrait: Kira
Kira played by Specmarine
"You seem like a strong opponent...lets fight and prove who is stronger!"
Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Amateur inventor, part of the Chosen Ones
Character Portrait: Fancy Pants Stick figure from Squiggleville, Heart of the Chosen Ones
Character Portrait: Vargas
Vargas played by Specmarine
"The gods are not to be feared!"
Character Portrait: Maxwell, The Creator "Child who doesn't fear sin. My will has already faded. Thus, let's try following humans instead."
Character Portrait: Selena
Selena played by Specmarine
"Within me exists anger, sadness, and happiness... They shall all be my power, and my blade."
Character Portrait: Toby Mason
Toby Mason played by Jas1547
A young child who ended up in Equestria by a wish.
Character Portrait: Outsider Mal In some twisted form of reality comedy is just a cosmic horror with a lot of bad puns tacked onto it.
Character Portrait: Dawn Maree
Dawn Maree played by Fauna
Traveling Apothecary
Character Portrait: Maximus Kendaro Not very well-known, new, sly, agent, withdrawn.
Character Portrait: Rose Valentine Rose is 18,female and she has pink hair and glowing red eyes, has raven black wings on her back. r
Character Portrait: Skitters
Skitters played by MartinVole
What do you get when you combine a simple woodland critter with an artificial godlike entity? "Kreh!"

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The Threshold

The Threshold by Adam Skelecoot

HE STARS THE STARS THE STARS THE STARS T

The Centre

The Centre by Adam Skelecoot

The galactic sector of the known Imagiversal worlds.

The Teslatorium

The Teslatorium by Adam Skelecoot

The Governor's private hangar, where his trusted engineers and scientists invent, and explore, new inventions

Mistral

Mistral by Specmarine

One of the continents of Grand Gaia

Agni

Agni by Specmarine

Home of the Ruined Agni Empire, the Hero Vargas originated from here

Palmyna

Palmyna by Specmarine

The land where Cardes the Malevolent was sealed away from the efforts of four brave heroes.

Grand Gaia

Grand Gaia by Specmarine

The land plagued by Gods and Demons alike. Many strong warriors wander around this massive world.

Centre - Fountain

Centre - Fountain by Adam Skelecoot

The middle of the Centre

Skeleville - Entrance Lobby

Skeleville - Entrance Lobby by Adam Skelecoot

The entrance to Skeleville, the Victorian ghost town

The Underworld

The Underworld by Adam Skelecoot

Land of the Dead, modernised

The Underworld - Entrance Lobby

The Underworld - Entrance Lobby by Adam Skelecoot

The Entrance Lobby to the Underworld

Skeleville

Skeleville by Adam Skelecoot

The home of the Skeletorians, undead who lived - and died - in the Victorian era

Skeleville - Skele Manor

Skeleville - Skele Manor by Adam Skelecoot

Home to John Skelecoot, Governor of the Skelecoots

The Discworld

The Discworld by Adam Skelecoot

The only mobile world in the Imagiverse, riding on Great A'Tuin, the space turtle.

Anti-Earth

Anti-Earth by Adam Skelecoot

A reverse version of Earth in the realms of Reality.

The Imagiverse

The Imagiverse by Adam Skelecoot

The Galactic Hub of the Imagiverse

Equestria

Equestria by Adam Skelecoot

The magically unstable home to the Equestrians

Minecraftia

Minecraftia by Adam Skelecoot

The cuboid world, home to cuboid people, magic and the Flux Taint.

The Edge

The Edge by Adam Skelecoot

The outer rim of the Imagiverse, fraught with subconscious chaos and unknown terrors

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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: John Skelecoot Character Portrait: Outsider Owru Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Kira Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Fancy Pants Character Portrait: Vargas Character Portrait: Herobrine Character Portrait: Selena Character Portrait: Rosa Character Portrait: Outsider Mal Character Portrait: Jason and BT-7274
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John was the first to catch the orb with his free hand, although he didn't how how he managed to catch the orb without thinking about it. Although the orb was invigorating, he wasn't the one doing all the fighting. "Hey, Adam!" He yelled, tossing the orb towards his brother, who caught it. He felt the energy of the orb replenish his spiritual stamina, and he flung it towards Max. When the Robloxian was infused with the ethereal energy, he tossed it to Fancy. The orb invigorated him and also, for reasons unknown, sharpened his pencil. He then tossed it to Jack, who got hit by the orb by the side of his head. As he stood up, he realised that it was sticking to his head, giving him new ideas for practical jokes. Well, he will find a way of using them somehow. He would pluck the orb from his head and toss it to Vargas.
Whilst this pantomime was going on, John noticed that chunks of the platform were being blown off by the balls of energy that Cardes was lobbing at them. A sword would impale itself to the platform inches away from his boots. How does one kill a god with his full potential? He'd look up into the void and raise his hands. "Any god who may be listening, a bit of help, maybe?" he yelled into the darkness.
Max would leap up towards Cardes' head and slam his fists down on his cranium. Adam would swing his sword at the God's left thigh, hoping to slow him down a bit.
Jack would pull out another remote control and press the button, this time a thunder cloud would gather above Cardes and a bolt of lightning would strike him. Toons are not normally considered magical, but then again, people have a limited definition of magical.
Meanwhile, Fancy would leap up after Max go for Cardes' other eye. Why stop at one?

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As Vargas was busy striking a God, his attention turned to the ball flying for his face. He soon used his free hand to grab the ball and felt an invigorating amount of energy flow into his body. Now this was a good burst of energy! With that he tossed it to Selena who also caught it in her free hand and began to feel energy flow through her body as well. With that in mind Selena tossed the ball to Kira as she and Vargas both stepped back. "Thanks! That was a much needed boost! Lets all hit him with everything we got!" He called out as Kira reluctantly caught the orb. "Thanks to that kid I lost a lot of power...But if I have to rely on some assistance fine..." He muttered as he got ready to unleash some pent up frustration in the form of some god face punching.

For Cardes, the small goo like ball impacted his face as such velocity that even he could feel such a blow and grunted a bit as he skid back...only to have Max slam his fist down on his skull causing another blow that was further fueled by their teamwork causing another powerful injury.

He soon felt a sword slash his side which drew blood this time and his entire form was soon zapped by a sudden thundercloud. Impossible...mere worms and lesser beings were driving him back? He was not done yet, he refused to lose again from such weak creatures!

As Cardes reeled back, he noticed Fancy going for his other eye. With narrowed eyes he raised his hand into the air. "Dark Eclipse." He spoke as a massive sphere on dark energy surrounded him which shielded him from the attack and caused his wounds to slowly heal while inside this sphere. It was safe to say he was a real sturdy god that was for sure.

He soon continued to unleash a torrent of attacks as he begins to channel some hefty amount of energy which begins to permeate the air around them.

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"Can you just finish up your petulant little life story already?! You're not winning now, or ever!" Mal yells, seeing Cardes once again healing. Teleporting forward, he opens up all his arms. A pulse shoots out across the sealed realm, fragments of the broken platform floating upwards as if gravity were turned off. In the air in front of him a large crack forms, a bluish ethereal mist erupting forth. "Mgahnnn nglui hup ph' n'ghft'drn, ng ah'n'ghanah fahf ph'nglui ah'legeth ahororr'e!"

The massive rift cracks open shooting out a massive swarm of black eel-like creatures which begin to maddeningly snap at each other in a frenzy, wrapping together into a vicious knotty mess, quickly weaving together into some kind of structure. Soon the structure becomes more and more clear, first the biceps, then the triceps... then the wrist, the hand and fingers... an arm, a MASSIVE ARM MADE OF NOTHING BUT EELS! Reaching down the arm grabs hold of Laadan who gasps, not even she expecting this turn of events! And with a sudden rush of strength, the arm draws back into a fist, tossing Laadan up into the air.

"Heal from this, you pompous overly glorified sycophant! Take this, my love, my anger, and all of my fist!" Swinging the large hand, he aims straight for Cardes' face, which upon impact will most definitely blast into a mass. Not only that, but now descending, Laadan draws back and comes down into a nosedive, head first aiming down at Cardes, glowing like a falling star of various brilliant colors, also straight at Cardes's head. They were most certainly not going to let this guy get a break, or ease up on attacks.

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As Fancy was knocked back by the sudden shield that Cardes spawned, the Chosen Few watched helplessly as the God regenerated again. It seemed that no conventional weapon could wound Cardes enough to kill him. Of course, it seemed that the jester had more of a chance as he spawned a rift in the air which produced black eel-like creatures which wrapped together to form a giant fist. The fist seized Laadan and flung her into the air, and the fist would swing itself at the God's face, untangling into a mass of writhing eels. Meanwhile, Laadan went for the kill and performed an impression of a tactical missile, aimed at Cardes' head.
It was time to end this charade. Adam would leap at the stunned God and impale his incandescent sword into it's heart, or where it should be.
Max would grab at Cardes' left arm from behind and proceed to dislocate it by the elbow, bending it in the opposite direction to it's intended movement and drive his fist into the elbow.
Fancy would vault towards the God and let loose a flurry of slashes in the abdomen. He cannot give Cardes a gaping wound like Adam, but he can make enough cuts to drain an elephant in a minute.
Jack, after exhausting the sudden burst of ideas with the thundercloud, decided to take a small break whilst he replenished his mental energy. Toons and their gags are like wizards and their spells, sometimes needing months to fabricate a spell before using it. More powerful gags require more energy and, therefore, more time to assemble. Due to the ongoing fight with the mechanical Cogs, shops have been selling pre-made gags for Toons to bring into battle, to save them the time and energy. Of course, some of them prefer to create gags through planting them in their estates, the idea of the gag dispersing into a type of tree that bears that gag. Rather unreal, but then again, Toontown is a silly place.
Meanwhile, John had quickly reached into the portal and grabbed his suitcase, the portal making it as if it were only a few feet away, and proceeded to rummage for another weapon. What can help in fighting an infinitely regenerating God? Perhaps a device that would disable his rejuvenating abilities for long enough? He found a gun used to siphon the life force of a living being, a cross between a ray gun and a portable vacuum, and decided to test the theory of whether you could weaken a god through draining his life force. As Fancy began to slash at the God, John would walk at a normal pace to the God, holding his gun close to his skull like an armed police inspector, his eye sockets fixed on the wound Adam made on the chest. He would then aim the gun and fire it. The beam that was launched from the weapon could be related to a beam used for catching ghosts. Arcs of energy danced across the green beam, but backwards, as if the gun was firing in reverse. John knew that it won't be long until the gun could hold no more energy, but he was desperate at this point.

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Cardes let out a stifled groan as the fist slammed into the barrier that had just formed shattering it before slamming in his face. Of course Laddan also gave him a nasty slam to the head using her head like a massive headbut causing him to reel back once again. The attacks did not stop there, Adam soon stabbed him in a chest causing him to spurt out a bit of blood, he did not need his heart...He was a God, a divine being! He would not die easily to these worms!

Cardes soon faised a fist to punch Adam away, that was until Max got to his left arm and dislocated his arm causing his to growl in anger. Impossible! He was being backed into a corner. A massive ball of energy formed near him before slamming into Max to get him away. Soon enough Fancy came in swinging with his pencil, John also followed behind and began to drain his regeneration powers. With a growl of anger, with more marks on his body he send more orbs of energy into Fancy and John.

He soon raised his only working arm now that his regeneration was halted. "Enough!...Feel the power of a true God!" He called out as the massive amount of magic he gather soon manifested above him like a massive sphere of power. "Stellar Freeze..." He spoke with narrowed eyes as he slammed the massive sphere into the ground which soon expanded and created an actual event horizon and began to unleash an aura of energy which began to sap at their life force...and the cloer they were the worst it would be. It was his ultimate attack, an attack that he used to try and eliminate everyone. To use it against mere mortals and worms showed that he was getting to his limits.

Vargas, Selena and Kira all had to hunker down for it. Kira slammed both his weapons into the ground and anchored himself. Vargas and Selena did the same only they were slowly inching closer to the massive vortex of doom. "Hold on to something! We cant fall here! We almost have him!" Vargas yelled.

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With another agitated grunt, annoyed that this was STILL ONGOING... Mal had finally snapped his last chord, as he anchored his astral tendrils onto the platform below, even his life force draining from the event. Laadan herself had to grasp down onto the platform as she lands.

Mal was having none of this... if this was his final desperation move, then he'd make damn well sure it was his final! Gathering the scattered eels, they begin to eat each other in a ravenous fury, compounding together into a denser and denser black mass. It was here that the eels became so dense that it was becoming painfully obvious that it was starting to generate a gravity of its own, crushing down into a singularity, light wrapping around the writhing mass, violent fluctuations radiating off of it. What used to be the eels was now a spatial anomaly, no longer power but the dissolution of power. With a strained motion, the jester points his finger out, straight at the singularity, now just the size of a shooting marble.

"If you love your power so much, you can keep it! I don't want it anymore! Take it with you into oblivion!"

Finally reaching, he thumps the black mass, radiating with rings of black. There was a ringing sound, as time and space wrap in on itself, and then, the sound like a tape winding back up, the singularity shoots out in a blurred streak, aiming not for Cardes, but the event horizon!

Nothing to see here. Move along, 2731366.

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John would roll to the side to avoid the balls of energy that were coming towards him and keep firing. It's working! He cannot regenerate any more! He's-
He watched as the God released his final attack, forming a massive ball of energy that, when brought to the ground, became a black hole which started to drain the life force of everything. Knowing his dependence of his anima, John started to walk backwards, still firing his device at the God, trying to keep away from the event horizon that was pulling him in.
Adam would impale his sword into the platform to stop himself from falling in. Max would crouch down sumo-style, trying to make the most of his mass to slow down his progress towards the impeding doom. Fancy and Jack would respectively grab on to Adam and Max, as they had no other method of anchoring.
This was just like the fight with Maxwell, except for the black hole. Hopefully they can hold on for long enough before they keel over.
They then became aware of another pulling force besides the event horizon. They turned to Mal, who had just created a miniature singularity from the black eels and threw it into the event horizon. They redoubled their efforts to stay rooted to the platform. John would fall as his feet slipped in front of him and grip onto a flagstone with his free hand, his gun still draining the God.

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As Mal's singularity impacts the Stellar Freeze, the attack began to lose its gravitational pull until eventually its power would suddenly be reversed and begin to pull Cardes forward. With his mounted injuries even he could not stop himself. "No!...Impossible!...I cannot!...Die here!..." He roared as his form took him closer into it.

Selena of course while rooted still had magic to use, and she was planning to get one in for everyone that the Gods had killed. "White World!" She called out as she made a motion with her hand as a white sphere suddenly surrounded Cardes before it exploded.

Cardes let out one last groan as his body was now covered in cuts as his form fell forward before flying into his own attack, to meet his ultimate and final end as the God of Truth. The massive singularity soon met a final and violent explosion marking the end to everything.

"We did it?...We did it! Yeah!" Vargas cheered patting Selena hard on her back. Selena gave a sigh as he did this, but ultimately she was proud that everyone not only survived but worked together to beat Cardes. Kira of course rolled his eyes at the gods destruction, he wanted to get more hits in but watching a God die was decent enough.

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Falling to the ground, his glow dimmed, Mal looked, for lack of better terms, exhausted. His extra arms receding back into his strange form. Raising his head, he looks at last glimmer of Cardes's existence and lets out a tired sigh.

"Yes siree, nothing like that, ack... mortals, I ache in ways you can't even imagine..." he says, putting an arm against his back like an old man. "Actually, not sure what to do now really, came here to consume a god, destroyed him instead, my plans really went through the wringer, y'know? Ehhh... a good deed is its own reward I suppose..? The guy was a jerk." Floating slowly over he looks down where Cardes once was, the final bits of his energy dissipating, before looking back at the others. "So, heh, sorta funny feeling... this... 'team' thing."

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There was a crowded moment as the God fell into his own black hole, "hoisted by his own petard" as John would have said, too exhausted from his wounds as he was pulled into the singularity. The Chosen Few looked around at the now empty platform, the malevolent mist in the air dissipated from Cardes' death. Then, all at once...
"Yeah!"
"We did it, guyth!"
"Heck yes!"
"Good show, everyone!"
"We did it, we did it everyone!"
The toons would run towards each other and go for a brief group hug before remembering themselves and detaching, looking rather embarrassed. "Well, we did it, lads," said John after a few seconds of awkward silence. "That's one Fallen God taken care of."
"Man, I've never felt like this since that fight with a rogue Celestial construct," said Max. "Who knew a Construct of Death was a dumb idea?"
"Yeah, that wath fun," said Jack. "Thhame about, y'know..."
"Oh, it's alright," said Adam. "To be frank with you, I never really trusted that guy."
"He was only a teen who was cursed with a demonic companion," said John. "I believe there are other teens who would have envied them, as they do not know the true cost of the power. That's the trouble with youths, these days; take one look at a demon and they think it's 'cool'."
"Yeah, but did you see how powerful he was?" exclaimed Max. "I thought that was odd."
"A mere error in the ladder of power," said John loftily. "One that was easily rectified by a Celestial. If I can be honest, I say to hell with him."
"Well..." said Fancy.
"Fancy Pants, it's time you come to face facts," the Governor said sternly, now inches from the stick man. "There are those who are blameless for their condition, but must be put down for the sake of the Imagiverse. You may think it should be nice for everyone to get along, but there are those besides demons who still threaten the course of things today. Herobrine was just one of them."
The figure would look down at his feet. There was a murmur that only John heard.
"Good," said John before turning to the others. "Well? Where's our next stop?"

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As everyone took their well earned break, the next topic was the next stop. "Well, the two of us will be continuing on our journey immediantly! There is no rest until the remaining fallen Gods are gone!" Vargas spoke as he clenched his fist.

"Vargas...Relax, the next God is purposely sealed as a defensive means. And I am so tired after this battle...I want to relax for the brief moment." Selena replied as she was sitting down exhausted.

Vargas was about to say something but nodded. "Alright, still we can count this day as a great change! But Selena I do love you sometimes!" Vargas laughed heartily earning a red flush from Selena. "I mean, when you can provide heals then I don't have to worry at all! And I do love heals in the middle of combat!" He added.

This caused Selena to slowly facepalm. What an embarrassing thing to say! And then to say he loved her heals afterwards made it awkward!

Kira simply sat down grumbling to himself. Working together was a pain, but it worked out in the end.

The only question left was that it seemed no one knew what to do afterwards.

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Listening to the others, the Jester does something with his back turned, his more unassuming facade returning to him as his body shrinks down. Glancing back he chuckles slightly, though it seems even more fake than usual. The Chosen Few had attained his particular attention, them speaking about protecting the order.

"Be warned, there are those that feel that we are the threat to the course of things, and are so compelling that even perhaps the order will aligns itself to them, the Edge has it's own 'heroes' now," he says, somewhat cryptically. He then turns towards Vargas and Selena. "Anywho~ what is it that you guys will do now that you are down one tyrant? I suppose now rebuilding can go more smoothly without the looming threat of utter destruction, eh? Try not to get too bored, Flame Hair, heh."

Laadan, returning to her previous size, went to sitting on the ground a bit off from the others. Satisfied as she was to win, she wasn't sure what to do at this point. This whole adventure lead up to this point. Looking to Kira, she laughs.

"So, another time to prove who's the strongest? Good work out there anyways, when you're not trying to beat us up, you actually do some good things, pretty cool," she says, a half joke on the side. "Or blowing yourself up, for that matter. Try not to do that anymore." She then chuckles for a moment and then stares out into the expanse.

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The toons were slightly perplexed in Mal's response to their conversation. What did he mean by "the Edge has it's own heroes now"?
"Well," said John expansively. "We might as well, head back and find somewhere to stay. I feel that we have a lot more work to do."
"Hey, haven't we been here long enough?" snapped Max. "I don't wanna sound lazy, but I don't want to be running around this place for too long. Think of the other worlds that need our attention!"
John would consider this for a moment, his gaze directed at a specific point in what you could call the sky, before speaking. "The Imagiverse has it's own heroes. Equestria's got it's Elements of Harmony, Toontown's got it's entire population and every other world's got it's equivalent. I believe we are those who must go where others will not, to rectify the troubles beyond the reach of other heroes. If the Edge also has heroes, I would like to meet them and see which side of the coin they're on."
"What are you talking about, John?" asked Fancy.
This time John would turn to Fancy. "I say stuff them." The Chosen Few would make their way to the portal. "Now, where's the nearest bar?" he continued.
"In the last continent, John," said Adam.
"Oh? Then let's just find somewhere to relax for a while, maybe a tavern or something, there can't just be forest in this area."
"You know, I could murder a kebab," said Max.

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"Flame haired?...Well my hair is like the color of fire so I guess that makes sense! As for what we are going to do with one fallen god down there is still no time to rest. Plenty of monsters need to be stomped out! Plenty of dangers still loom! I will still be busy and training at the same time! And when the times comes to wipe the floors with the next fallen God I am ready!" Vargas replied with a nod of his head and a hearty smile.

font=myriad]"As for where we go...We can go back to the Agni Empire for food and drink...Or if you guys are more curious you can return to Maxwell with good news and talk to her more..."[/font] Selena replied obvious that she still did not trust Maxwell completely.

Kira scoffed at Laadan's comment. "Whatever, you guys were just in the same space as me. At least most of you did not get in my way...And I'm the strongest one here..." He added as he picked up his weapons and began to leave the group behind. He clearly was done here.

"Well, I guess this journey is over my friends! Let us hope we meet in the future! Well I shall not hold you guys up! I'm heading back to Agni for some food and refreshments!" Vargas spoke as he got a move on.

"I'm going back home...Maybe go explore the sea and see the world a bit..." Selena spoke as she was also heading her own separate ways.

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"Gee, can't even take a compliment," Laadan says, perching her cheek on her right hand. Scratching her chin she looks around at the others... it was becoming clear that if there was any further adventure out there, it would likely not involve these two. Sighing, she stands up and pretends to dust herself off, only splattering the floor with a few drops of goo. Her tone had changed greatly since the first time she landed in the Imagiverse, speaking in third person, and just overall more animalistic than she is now. "Everybody seems to know what to do from here, while... I don't. For the first time I feel... satisfied, which is weird because usually I'm all about LAADAN SMASH... but now... dunno, outgrown that a little, I suppose."

"Sounds like you leveled up, gecko," Mal responds.

"Not a gecko," Laadan retorts.

"There's nothin' wrong with geckos, they are fine members of the reptilian family, heh," Mal responds, waggling a finger at Laadan, who slaps her hand over her face in response. "But honestly, I agree, I've had to detour my plans considerably, but I'm not mad about it, nope! I mean, originally I planned to get all that guy's power and go off to the edge again to bump off an extradimensional tyrant... BUT! What is time lost to the timeless, am I right fella's!? But... haha? I'm now without a plan, a destination... sooo," moving swiftly over beside the portal. "I heard something about a bar. C'mon, eyes-of-newt."

"Not a newt, either," Laadan retorts.

"Heh!"

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"You heard them, John," said Max. "There's the Agni Empire if we wanted a drink."
"Capital. I will go for a gin and tonic."
"I'll have a pint of ale," said Max.
"A lemonade for me," said Fancy.
"One of thothe fruit cocktailth would do me," said Jack.
"... I'll just go for beer," said Adam.
On that note, the Chosen Few and John would exit through the portal. In time, they will return to the Agni Empire to relax after days of toil, and then continue their adventure through Grand Gaia. John was excited for this opportunity of discovery after a very long time of familiarity, but he knew that the fight with the malevolent God had tired his comrades. Still, another day, another Skull (the currency equivalent of a pound or dollar in the Underworld).
The Chosen Few, however, were thinking different things. Cardes had mentioned a God Emperor, which meant that there was a head honcho Fallen God somewhere organizing all this. They had a feeling they will have to face this Emperor if they wished to rid Grand Gaia of the God threat. Before that, though, a drink will do them good. As they went through the portal, they silently congratulated themselves of a job, among many, well done.

Epilogue:
The narrative eye will find itself in a dark room, expansive by the small echoes of chittering things that lurk within the corners. As the eye adjusts itself to the darkness, it finds out that it is furnished, a large carpet spanning from the blackened oak doors to the expansive desk, whose contents declare their owner as a man, or something, that prided itself with it's evil; a withered old book whose cover tells of dark secrets hidden within it's pages, a gnarled lamp which emits only a dull, red light, and a black goblet inscribed with a phrase of unthinkable origin, "Hinc decurrit calicem e sanguis".
It is difficult to decipher the shape of the owner, or the being in front of it, but the scenario is the same in all dark places where dark things are being planned.
"And where are they?" This voice, sourced from the one behind the desk, is deep and clipped, hinting of a person who is used to giving commands.
"We do not know, lord," replied the other figure, it's voice raspy and reptilian. "The last time we could locate them was in the Centre, then... they vanished."
The first figure would contemplate this for a while. "Perhaps they've found another world? A world, if I may hazard a guess, that is defunct in stability?"
"We are unsure, sire, but we will locate them as soon as possible."
"Good. Off you go then." The second figure, which was small and hunched, would slither back into the darkness towards the doors. An alien appendage, which on closer examination looked like a large pinky finger, would wrap around the goblet and lift it towards the large entity. No sound that hinted of anything being drunk could be heard.
So... they have found a new world after all, went the thoughts of the God of Fear. All the more for the taking then.

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Prologue:
To start, the narrative eye finds itself in near-complete darkness, the only source of light being a lamp on a dark, ornate desk on the far end of the furnished room. It is positioned in a way that does not illuminate it's occupant - who is currently holding a sheet of paper with an appendage that, upon further inspection, resembles a little finger - but reveals the being on the other end. The latter could be described using words like "reptilian", "rat-like" or even "draconic". Not that it had scales of any kind, but it might have done. It instead had a sleek black look to it, as if made of runny black tar. Although vaguely humanoid, it's face was elongated and angular, it's mouth being a zig-zagging overbite over a lower jaw.
The thing behind the desk spoke thusly, "I take it you have news on the Chosen Few's whereabouts?"
"Yes, sir," rasped the reptilian creature, it's yellow eyes gleaming. "We have found a new world to conquer! Our spies have gathered sufficient information of the new land. It is known to the residents as Grand Gaia, stuck in a perpetual war between mortals and gods. Our spies have also learned that the Chosen Few have slain one of these Fallen Gods."
The apparition behind the desk would lean back on it's chair. "Very good, Quoth'thak. Your spies, as ever, never cease to amaze me. They wouldn't have impressed me further by informing you where the heroes are now?"

In a bar within the Agni Empire, situated in the continent Agni, five figures were, for want of a better word, singing in near-harmony with each other, one conducting them with his mug. There was a red-bandana'd skeleton, measuring around seven foot when standing up in full length, with a sword slotted in the back of his ribcage, it's blade expertly etched with runes. Further down was a pale-yellow cuboid figure, who was swaying his mug from side to side. He had a cybernetic right arm. Next to him was a bipedal sea-green duck, who had long ago passed out from a drinking contest with the local beggar. There was an odd stick figure, odd in the fact that, although he was two-dimensional and made of paper, he could traverse the third dimension without folding over. He was quietly leaning over his mug, trying not to make eye contact with the bystanders. Next to him, another skeleton, clothed in a purple bandana, a maroon jacket, a red patterned waistcoat underneath, black trousers and boots that looked like they were taken from an unsuspecting pirate whose clothier went mental with the straps, was apparently stone-cold sober despite the many glasses beside him and was watching his drunken comrades and singing along with them.
"Hey! Ho! To the bottle I go!
To heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
But there still be many miles to go!"
This was the third song they were singing. Between each was a moment of muttering when the three were trying to remember a) what songs people sung in bars and b) the lyrics to said song.

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Home...As lively as it can be. For the Hero Vargas this was certainly a nice sight to behold. Despite his friends all scattered across Grand Gaia, the Fallen Gods still a looming threat, it was still good to see something like this. One day things may go back to normal...Still, trusting one of the fallen gods still left an awkward feeling.

With a shrug, Vargas simply relaxed in the bar listening to the sea shanties coming from the Chosen Few that decided to stay here. Not exactly bar music, but it did work. Although singing out at sea would be a far better location for their singing.

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"...Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
And the stream that falls from hill to plain!
Better than rain or rippling brook...
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!"
The portion of the bar that were still conscious cheered, lifting their near-empty mugs. While a sober man would start to wonder about the nature of the newcomers, a drunk man can put it down to alcoholic hallucination and not bat an eyelid, if he could still blink with one eye.
While the bar was still in jolly uproar, the dapper skeleton would finish his glass of gin, nudge the stick figure next to him, and head outside. The stick figure, who was finding the noise to be a bit too much for him, followed him.
The two would take in the city before them. The Agni Empire, it's golden days ravaged by war, was the first piece of proper civilisation they have seen since they've arrived at Grand Gaia. Most of the new world was either forest or desolate towns torn down years ago by demons or the Fallen Gods. It was a good thing Vargas knew of the Agni Empire, since this was the background from which he rose, otherwise they would have been wandering for days, months, perhaps years. John would reach into his upper pocket and produce a small cigar box, taking one cigar before showing the box to Fancy, who shook his head. Replacing the box, he produced a box of matches, his cigar now placed between his teeth, striking a match on the side of the box and lighting his cigar. His bone-flesh lips, if you could call them lips, would wrap around the lit cigar, smoke billowing from his nose-holes and from his eyes. When he took out the cigar, he finally spoke.
"Miserable city, innit?"
Fancy Pants, junior member of the Chosen Few, would shrug. "Well, it isn't desolate, that's for sure. Best place to relax for us, isn't it?"
The skeleton would consider this, taking another puff from his cigar. "I suppose you're right," he said at last. "A city that has just gone through a war wouldn't come out unscathed, would it? I spectated the Two World Wars on Anti-Earth. Great Britain wasn't the same after those."
"Well, it got better, didn't it?" Fancy always found it fascinating when John talked about the British country in Anti-Earth, home of a thousand small Creators, and therefore the most split and unstable place in the Imagiverse. Being a Victorian, John always saw Britain as the seat of civilisation, the great city that would stand for thousands of years, despite the fact that a pharaoh said the exact same thing thousands of years ago. In a sense, Skelecoots (although people are now adapting the term to Skeletorians, portmanteau of skeletal and Victorian, to best suit the Victorian dead) are stuck in time; their ghost city in the Underworld, of which John was their leader, was a copy of Victorian Britain at the time of the invention of the steam engine. They still believe in Albion.
The Skeletorian would shrug. "I suppose so. Still, that does not change the fact that war leaves scars, and this city is riddled with scars, as far as I'm concerned."

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As Vargas sat around, he could still remember the war with the gods like it was yesterday. He remembered his homeland at its peak, and all the people that cheered him on...It was still a horrible feeling to know after he was severely wounded his whole empire collapsed and a few survivors banded together to save everyone else...

The war was bad, and despite how hard he fought he still remembered one event in particular that resulted in his severe injury that left him for dead. It was a fight with someone fighting for the gods...He knew that humans were fighting alongside the gods but she was young...A little younger than him at the time...And he was reluctant to o kill her. In the end he suffered many injuries but he ended up haveing to kill her in the end.

It was a bad feeling...But he reminded himself that if he did not fight so many more people would die. But in the end, he pretty much failed. Still, even if you fall down on the ground you pick yourself up. He still was fighting today along with Selena, maybe he could find the others and unite together to finish what they started! And that's to finish off the rest of the fallen gods.

Of course...How would he explain that they were working with Maxwell? Sooner or later if they do meet up they had to say something about that. Oh well, a nice hearty drink would be good! With a request Vargas received a mug and began to down it.

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A moment of silence passed. Jonathan would take another pull from his cigar whilst Fancy turned his gaze towards the sky and whistled a tuneless tune. It was that time between adventures when everything seemed calm, no demons sprouting from the walls, no armies of evil overlords patrolling the city, that left veterans wondering what will happen next. It could be a note delivered by a shady individual who vanishes as quickly as he appears, an odd black cloud in the sky, a distant scream.
For John, it was somewhere in the alleyway in front of him. Near the top of a wall, almost invisible in the dark, one round, yellow eye peered at him before hiding from his gaze. In the dark, he could vaguely make out a shape connected to the eye, gnarled tendrils clinging onto the wall like some vertical-dwelling octopus. Some time before, when he found one hiding in a corner of his dining-cum-meeting room, after bashing at the thing with an extendible cane, he took pains into examining the thing, and learnt, as one would find out about a thing that, before he had known it, was part of his environment for a long time, of a Dark Spy, smaller variant of a Dark Gazer. Like the latter, they were, in essence, eyeballs with tentacles attached to them, except that, unlike their larger cousins, they could not fly. Instead, they survived the paranoid gaze of the watched by scrambling into dark corners, within the leaves of trees, moving like a black land mollusc.
"Hmm."
"What is it, John?" said Fancy.
"Can you see something in that alleyway?"
Fancy would follow his gaze, squinting his line eyes before widening them again. "Oh."
"Looks like they've found us after all."
"It was difficult enough fighting one God, now They've come?"
John would make his way back into the bar, where the remaining Chosen Few, void one, were singing their 6th song.
"Oh you can search far and wide,
You can drink the whole town dry,
But you'll never find a beer so brown-"
"Sober up, you numbskulls. We've got company."
The two would look at him at first with drunken incomprehension, then with the facial equivalent to a groan.
"Wassit now, John?" said Max.
"Well, not much company, but the hint of company. There's a Dark Spy outside in an alleyway, watching us."
This time they audibly groaned, their heads slamming onto the table. Another brief moment of joy dissipated with a single word.
"Nah, they're too drunk to stand up, let alone defend themselves," said Fancy, joining the group. "Still got any of that Klatchian coffee on you, John?"
"No, we needn't go that far," said John. "I do have some Skeletorian tea in a flask, though." In the same way that the undead reasoned that, since they haven't got physical livers any more, that brandy with an alcoholic percentage of 80% was safe, tea with enough caffeine to make the brain jump out of the skull and run twenty laps seemed risk-free for the dead to drink. What they didn't know until later was that they still have livers, just now only corporeal within the spiritual realm, and that the beverage would still give you a hell of a shock. Luckily, Skeletorian tea does not have the same effects of Klatchian coffee of Discworld origins, which is rumoured to be altered by the magical field of the Discworld and sends you past sobriety and out the other side, where the delusions that keep mortals sane are stripped away and they see the world clearly for the first time. After a long period of screaming, the Chosen Few vowed never to drink the stuff again, and preferred John's "sobriety serum" as an alternative.
After a short period of John forcing the drink into the Drunken Few's mouths - and trickling the tea into the recumbent duck's beak, upon which he became a very vertical duck - John gathered the troops. The Chosen Few were back in business.

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It was good to enjoy the finer things in life, even though he was a knight he had hoped one day he could lead other knights. Of course...The aftermath of the war left everything destroyed. Very few empires survived, and more monsters filled abandoned villages than people.

Still, he could always look forward to the future. Could he surpass his father? What a silly thought, he would probaly laugh at him and tell him to keep trying though. He wondered where his father was, probaly out there doing what he did best. Helping others, and destroying monsters while on the hunt for the fallen gods.

He was a great father, he always looked up to him as both a knight and as a dad. Old times...If only he was stronger back then maybe none of this would never have happened. He should not depress himself, look forward always! With that he made a toast to the future unaware of what the Chosen few were preparing for.

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Many would argue that the Darkness were to the Chosen Few as Captain Hook was to Peter Pan. There has been a long history of confrontation between the Imagiverse's last ditch defence and the Maelstrom's lesser army of demons. It seemed that, wherever the Chosen Few went, the Darkness followed like an unwelcome shadow, seeking to snuff out the band of misfits to no prevail. As every battle has toughened the Chosen Few, the Darkness evolved like a genetic algorithm, it's hivemind building upon itself like a mollusc building it's shell around it.
The hivemind that is the Darkness could be related to a chess set. There are the plentiful, vicious Darklings (the pawns), the tentacled Dark Gazers (the bishops), the large, slug-like Darkling Brutes (the rooks), the mechanical Dark Centurions (the knights) and Evil Hand, on the pinnacle of the demonic pyramid. Many times have the Chosen Few confronted the God's right finger men, who are their demonic doppelgängers; Dark Adam, wielder of Doubt and Lord of Fear, Dark Max, the magmatic warlord of Anger, Mad Jack, the animatronic duke of Insanity and Dark Fancy, the mysterious earl of Despair. Each represent the four elements of the Darkness, as unkillable as the demon hivemind itself.
While the Chosen Few were recovering from the brief hangover that comes with the alcohol resuscitation of Skeletorian tea, many miles away, few wanderers and critters were witnesses of a strange object falling from the sky. When the dirt storm settled, they could agree that it was neither of this world or pleasant to the eye. It resembled a large, black segmented pod made of some unknown metal. It began to separate and shift, grinding along the grass like some unfolding death machine, revealing four metal arms, two on the bottom and two at the top. The arms would reach into the empty centre of the machine and retract, pulling open a hole in the air. What was beyond the hole, no bystander would dare find out. What did come out, though, froze them in place for what seemed like eternity. It was as vague as it was terrifying, a short, black, bipedal animal that got on all fours and sniffed the ground, taking in the strange new environment, before looking up at the unfortunates with yellow eyes. They started to run, but before then it was too late.

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