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The Chronicles of Exas: Upheaval

The Gateway of Truth

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a part of The Chronicles of Exas: Upheaval, by Calyx_Mason.

The only safe way to enter Central!

Calyx_Mason holds sovereignty over The Gateway of Truth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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A massive gate on the west side of Central, its surrounding area and housing complexes.
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The Gateway of Truth

The only safe way to enter Central!

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The Gateway of Truth is a part of The Ancient Walled City, Central.


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Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor
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#, as written by Wake
A large hulking form sat atop the creaking, groaning and swaying from of a wooden tower. He back lay resting against the plank walls and a large war club propped up by his shoulder. He was indifferent to the nervous stares and whispered mutterings of the other men that sat across from him. He was used to such things.

He was also used to the loud shouting below. Also was he used to the smell of smoke, fire and occasionally blood that drifted up from them. He was even familiar with sounds of canon fire echoed all around them. Peeking his head out from behind the protective safety of the wooden barrier, he saw one such canon shell impact with a loud explosion against the massive wall they were besieging, and leave naught a dent in its side. Truly, the infamous walls of central held up to their reputation if they could withstand even a bombardment of this magnitude. He thought.

Just then another burst of canon fire raced past them, this time going the opposite direction. It hit one of the other siege towers just behind them, and ripped the structure in twain.

And return it too! The hulking warrior gave a humored chuckle and settled back against the wooden guard walls of the siege towers, ignoring the panic whimpering of the other men. He didn't bother worrying over whether they're tower would make it to the walls. If anything he believed this whole assault was doomed to fail from the beginning. The warlord that hired him had certainly brought a lot of soldiers, but he doubted that there were enough to actually take and hold the ancient city. And that was assuming they would even managed to breach the gates. But he wasn't being paid enough to care whether they won or lost.

As the captain commanding the unit gave a holler, signaling that they were nearing the wall, the mercenary finally bothered to stand up. His crimson form towered over the others, and naturally the gravitated behind him. Let the big one go first, he figured with an annoyed snort. He didn't mind though, and just waited for the gang plank to lower.

Several tense seconds passed, filled with the sound of of arrows, rocks and even bullets (which caused the mercenary to sneer) peppering against the barriers of the tower. Some even managed to pierce through the wood, striking some poor sod in the chest or neck and sending them to the floor to bleed out.

finally after what seemed like an entirety, the massive drawbridge of the tower came down, hitting the stone of Central's walls with a booming noise. The men serge across onto the ramparts, some being cut down by ranged attacks, all shouting and cursing as battle was joined.

The mercenary, however, took his time. The war club resting upon his shoulder swayed with him as he almost seemed to swagger across the gangplank. He dragged his gaze slowly and methodically along the length of the city walls, taking careful note of where the defenders were and where the other towers hand made contact. He inhaled, taking in the heavy sent of blood, sweat, and gunpowder. He let the breath back out, smoke escaping from his lungs.

"Time to earn that coin." He muttered.

Seconds latter a fierce howl bellowed across the walls. Some of the attackers turned their heads and cheered, while the defenders let out groans of disrepair. launching itself from the gang plank, crush guards beneath his feet and swatting them aside with his war club as though they were flies, was the massive red form of Bliston Ascor.

The scourge of a thousand battlefields, had now joined this one.

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A swing of steel, a crack of bone, and a spurt of blood. This signaled the start of a fresh corpse's flight from the wall and into the streets below. It was almost like a rhythmic motion in the way he worked. A continuous repeat of a swing and a crack, swing and crack, swing and crack. Broken bodies cast aside with each swipe of Bliston's war club. No real challenge in the wall guard, just conscripted troops lined up to hold off the attack.

Though he did start to notice that their were fewer reinforcements from his employer coming to back him up. It wasn't till after a few more kills that he started to notice the little blue shots whizzing past him. With all the noise atop the walls it had taken him a while to notice the extra gunshots. Now Bliston was not the thick headed brute everyone liked to paint him as, but even he had to wonder why none of the shots were hitting him. A lot of them came dangerously close, so close at times they almost grazed his armor. But they always hit someone else behind him, or to his side. And always it was one of the attackers.

He paused his march while in the process of strangling one defender that had somehow managed to slip through his reach. He stared down into the city below, trying to track where the shots were coming from. After a few seconds he finally spotted a muzzle flash from a far roof down below, and another attacker beside him fell over with a fresh whole in his chest. Bliston quirked an eyebrow, wondering why the sharpshooter was prioritizing the rank and file over the bigger threats like himself.

But then the man he had by the neck kicked him in the side and Bliston lost interest. He flicked his wrist, snapped the mans neck and threw him over the side down to the streets below. If the sniper wasn't going to shoot him, he wasn't going to bother asking why. He was getting paid to kill as many wall guards as he could before the battle was over. He wasn't about to put in over time on this job.

He continued on his way, smashing men against the stone as he went.

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Character Portrait: Marius Layvione Character Portrait: Raak Ertih (unit A-13) Character Portrait: Bliston Ascor
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Hovering High Above The Raging Battle


"Free from the boundaries that bind us from the Heavens, I call out to the Great Tempest, that shrouds you from mortal man, I call upon the Book of the Storm." Marius shouted as heavy ominous gray storm clouds gathered above him forming into a thick black leather bound book with silver etchings along its face began to form before him. Obtenebrare Nubibus Ventorum Procurrit, Plaudite Tonitru, Iam Tempestatem Ad Ablutionem Inimici Mei! (Darken Clouds, Winds Rush Forth, Thunder Clap, Storm Henceforth to Wash Away My Enemies.) he chanted as the storm began to intensify, thunder and lightning clashed across the sky, and a horrific torrent of rain crashed down on the battlefield soaking only those attacking the city. As the rain fell faster it gathered on the enemy soldiers and they began to be swept away by the flooding caused by the enchanted storm.

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Hovering High Above The Raging Battle

Marius watched as his handy work came to fruition. Then he saw her a beautiful white-haired maiden in a white and gold dress running towards the wall. Whoa, she's powerful! He thought to himself as he saw her aura come alive before him. Did she just launch those knives using telekinesis? he wondered who she was and who trained her so well. Then he noticed that the enemy towers were being blown apart. She must be the one doing that! Incredible, simply incredible. Marius once more brandished Reyna, gathering magic charged lightning within her blade he plummeted back to towards the ground. "I am the warrior-monk, Marius Layvione, known as the ex-Herald of the Creator, I ask you, those who are attack my adopted home, who has sent you here? If you do not stop your attack, I will be forced to use all of my might against you. the boy shouted from 16 parga above the highest point on the wall, his eyes glowing with magic and blood thirst.

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Marius watched in awe as the tungsten beams rained down upon the enemy attacking the city. He slowly returned to the ground, casting a spell turning his clothes back to normal. "Phew, that was kinda close."

A high pitched whistle rang out from high above the city.


"Aaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.What is this?" Marius shouted as he fell to the ground unable to withstand the sound.

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Isis covered her ears from the sound that was ripping through the capital. She spun around to see that even the enemies had stopped to cover their ears, none of them had a prevention measure, they were just as surprised as us to hear such a horrid noise. Isis spun back around to look out across the bay, the sound seemed to originate from. She looked at the others defending the walls, they were all the best at what they did, they were all pulled her as a distraction whilst the Creator attacked the city from another point in the city.
"This is madness!" She called over to her fellow defenders. "How do we defeat something that can never die?" She watched as the attackers all fled from the city walls, even Bliston seemed to just disappear. Isis looked to see that Marius had fallen down and she rushed to his side and helped him up. "Come on." She then pointed to the bay. "We have to stop this." Before the others could stop her, Isis was already making her way to the Bay.

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Marius stood slowly.
"I am going to tear him a new one. This is the last time he ruins everything I have!!" Marius said as his eyes began to glow and gray flames began to appear around him. Ego tradam formam hominis et digitos manus meas ut est figura morsu et ungues regem silva lupum placet ipse me cana..(I give up the form of man, of fingers and hands, to take on my true shape, that of fangs and claws, king of the forest, I accept myself as the gray wolf.) He shouted as the flames grew higher and higher until they fully engulfed him.

The flames die down and reveal a small wolf, as it stretched it form it began to grow larger and larger until it dwarfed the average man in its wake.

Marius trotted forth towards the beautiful maiden, catching her with his head and popping her side-saddle on his back as he began to hasten his pace, leaping up on to the nearest roof past a man in tech armour and bounding east across the many houses in their path.

"What is your name? I'm Marius! Yes, the guy you helped up. I will explain the transformation when we stop." the boy spoke to her using telepathy.