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Keres Leventis

"Some people think I'm narcissistic, but I like to think I'm just self-aware."

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a character in “The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard”, as played by Layla

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Before the Enlightenment, mortals rendered of XY chromosomes and threaded with muscle were paramount in strength. The Cloud whispered to her of an epoch in which women were fearful of the might of men; when those encased in her exterior were terrorised for their flesh. She called it the Before, as she called all before she'd been roused from non-existence by the mortals in their masks, wielding instruments of reckoning. There had been a time when history was a story to be discovered; now it was merely a fact to be known, should one have the inclination to access it. For what was the past but a collective memory?

SEA-3A141592 was an artificially-born leader. Those in her command called her Admiral—first commander of Division 3, SEA, a program arising from the Convention on the Security of the Pacific Watercourses. Japan had been glad to boast their part in creating the globe's first impermeable android, capable of diving 11,000 feet into the ocean. From the seams of her graphene-infused extraocular muscles to sheets of HydroFat™ beneath her skin, SEA-3A141592 had been crafted with the utmost precision by "R:EBIRTH, resurrecting the future."

Yet where the Admiral excelled in ultimate tensile strength, tactical acumen, fearlessness, and indomitability, she dwindled in her likeness to humanity. While the earliest androids so closely resembled their makers as to seem human themselves, such illusions were deemed costly and superfluous in androids so plainly made for tasks too unsavoury for humanity. They had reserved skills in negotiation for De-Escalators™—"say bye bye to your littlies' temper tantrums!"—and empathy for PSIPsychs™—"all confidentiality, no judgment."

They had not expended their resources to install in SEA-3A141592 a finesse for art or an appreciation of music. Yet neither had early evolution embedded in homo sapiens a propensity for monogamy, but it emerged nonetheless. While Admiral could not comprehend the reverence humans held for their artists—when a hologram might have provided a stronger likeness—she noted some measure of curiosity in the mundane. There was beauty in the slant of light; mystery in the frayed edges of a leaf; calm in parallel edges. Perhaps this childlike wonder rendered her defiant of her constructs. Perhaps it made her its object—encased in the fantasy of rebellion.


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So begins...

Keres Leventis's Story

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Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Keres Leventis Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane
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“You are right Aera, to say the Nameless are strong, but our numbers are few. And, yes, Ivan, it is true that we are driven by necessity. But even in such times, I must know those brought into our fold are worthy to be in this guild,” the last word came out with a soft edge, as if he spoke of something much more personal than a league of soldiers.

A door opened and a small figure entered. He moved slowly, treating his limbs with care. It was the shuffling gate one might associate with the stiffness of old age, but this was a boy. He had dark brown skin, smooth and unwrinkled, black hair frizzy and long. Around his eyes were crows feet and deep black rings that spoke of a wearying amount of years. His eyes were a sharp black, bright and alert.

Behind him, holding his shoulder to guide him, was an old woman with skin the same dark brown. Her hair was long and white, and just as frizzy as the boy’s. Also like the boy, she had dark, watchful eyes.

She led him to a chair and helped him take a seat. His eyes were fixed on those still trapped inside their minds.

“Aizen,” the woman spoke, “he wished to be closer to them. One resets the magic, he wants to see how.”

The boy stared, intent on Keres, a frown pulling at the edges of his mouth.

“Very well.” Aizen cast his eyes across those still trapped inside the test, then he turned back to the three who had passed, “We are a poor guild. Our wealthy is long spent, our artifacts of power long lost to others.

“It was not always this way. We were strong once, maybe the strongest. I wish to see those days again,” his eyes lit bright white, then faded back to normal, “But I will not lie to you, it will be an uneasy battle. I would like to offer each of you a place in this guild, a chance to reclaim our glory. Here you would have a place, you would belong. Our resources would be open to you, those we have now, and those we will one day claim.

“Each of you were chosen because inside you is a spark of promise, a chance that you could become true champions in the Games. You have proven yourselves of superior character, and if you wish, you can call this your home.”

The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden

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#, as written by Ritnio
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The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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"Thank you Master. I will not let you down. I swear it upon the graves of my parents and that of my own!"

Aera may have seemed unphased, but one look into her eyes show the fear and anger she forcefully suppressing. She gives a slight bow upon finishing her sentence. Standing up, she picks up her previous Master's sword and attaches it to her side.

"M-Mistress! Your other sword!"

Myon comes flying over, having been absent for some reason before. She seemed to be carrying the shorter sword which is usually strapped to Aera's back. It's a wonder how a ghost can even carry it in the first place. Upon returning to Aera, she begins to strap it on to her.

"W-Wah!? Myon! I-I can do it myself!"

She ignored what was said to her and finished strapping it to Aera's back. Once finished she went back to floating beside Aera in her ghostly form.

"Master....Aizen is it? Two question if I may.... First...What is this spark you speak of? And second, what do we do now?"

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Pravus did not speak.

He did have questions for the man but he did not ask them. There was a time to ask and a time to listen. If he did ask his question he might get an answer. Should he simply watch and listen he'd learn more. He'd ask his questions in time but he needed to familiarize himself with the world first, perhaps even gather power so the same traps he's run into thus far do not snare him a second time.


Myon's questions were quite valid. The first one to some more elusive extent while the other addressed a more immediate concern. He simply looked to Myon briefly before looking back to Aizen, awaiting his answer to her question. Ultimately it was Myon and Aera who he owed his allegiance. The rest, well, should it serve his ultimate purpose he would
fight alongside them too. He was only a grave tender though.

He had left the field of combat for the profession his father always wanted for him to be. This however was a chance to move on, to bury the dead in the hopes that someday someone may bury him. If he needed to wear the mask of a soldier once again in order to make that all happen he was able and ready to accept his new tasks.

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The ghost who had just entered the room to hand Aera her 'other sword' as she refered to it asked Aizen a couple of questions that Ivan would have asked in one way or another. However he had many more, perhaps more than Aizen could answer. And it wouldn't be helpfull if they flooded Aizen with questions, nor would it be nice to do it. The other one in the room, who sat there silently, would most likely have questions of his own.

"These games you talked about, are they similar in construction to the maze? And what makes them so important that you'd make this shot in the dark, taking in a group of strangers from whatever existances we came from?" He asked more or less in addition to what the ghost had asked Aizen.

It seemed quite strange to him that 'games' like the maze would hold such an importance that they could bring a guild to glory or to whatever you'd want to call the state that he could see all around him. On Anracria there were games that perhaps could be seen as similar to the maze they were trown into, to name one there was the yearly siege of Ancestor Castle where two groups of poeple would fight eachother with fake weapons with wet dye on the striking surfaces and dye bomb tipped arrows. Of course that hardly compared to the maze, as from that event you'd go back home probably sore from getting hit and covered in dye, but very much alive.

The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden

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Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Keres Leventis Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: River Saetyrix
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River looked between the column of water, the drowning man inside and the steady flow of water, his soul being tugged towards the open white thread by the wails of dozens of dead families. He smiled sadly to himself and clicked his fingers, ice surging from the veins in his left arm and ebbing it into the air like strange blue blood, waving strangely in the air around him. He waved his arms across his chest once and the ice instantly solidified into a cage of ice-spikes and blades positioned around his now anchored arms.

"Not too long ago I would have fought anything to the last and then stepped through that portal....but if I do I'll go through on my own terms. Rain already buried me once, so when I set you free, I'm not going to leave anything to bury, and I'm done fighting for nothing but the cause of my survival...This is the end." He growled, clicking his fingers again, the dozens of ice spikes instantly impaling him in every part of his body, the spines sticking through his legs, his chest, his ear and even his hands. Hands that now lay cold and dead on the floor, severed from his body a long with the remainder of his arms up to the elbow, the Incubus roared in pure agony and stumbled, coughing and spluttering blood as the remaining ice anchored his legs so he could stand.

In a single moment a rush of pink-ish red energy roared out of every open wound and gap, within the miasma small star like specks were floating, the souls of the dead. He simply stood, shuddering and shaking as he bled and the storm of souls wavered behind him. He weakly snapped his slick fingers a few times, eventually creating a click between through the ever-flowing blood and finally sending the cloud onward through the portal to freedom. One small orb stayed behind, a black spined sphere that emanated a mixture of blinding cold and disgusting warmth as it slowly sunk itself back into the Incubus through a wound in his throat, closing it off slowly.

The ice anchoring him shattered and he faintly recalled the feeling of falling.
'Whatever that thing is, at least I have an audience for my end...I guess I won't get to pay Rain back until the after life...but I'll make sure I'm waiting with an ale and our friends..' He thought slowly, his mental functions dropping to almost nothing as the little black sprite pulsated in its new position at his heart, the blood around him flash-freezing and slowly creeping up his body, dropping his body to sub-zero temperatures and freezing his slowly dying form. With every inch of him that froze, another inch shattered and fell away, and he wouldn't want to leave this world any other way.

With no evidence that he ever existed.