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

Description

The Good Guys:
Name:Aizen Soukon
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Aizen is an extremely kind and loyal man, leader of The Nameless and the entire reason they have managed to keep together after The Demon Lord tore apart their land. His power and abilities are unknown to anyone but the oldest guild members and in his own words his fighting days are far gone. He functions as the pillar of The Nameless, its back-bone and communal strength. He works constantly to keep the guild together and piece together its meager supplies, even participating in several guild games despite being past his prime, wielding a black katana and usually scraping by until the end or even winning valuable supplies for The Nameless and its people. He has a habit of changing forms constantly for unknown purposes, occasionally wearing a black Haori and sporting blonde hair instead of his usual grey. His beard replaced by stubble, although occasionally he keeps his white jacket in this form he seems to prefer the Haori to compliment his change. Despite his gentle heart and conservativeness he has been labelled as a pervert due to his inexplicable habit of stripping off everything from his waist and above, even at the most inappropriate of times.

Name:The Black Rabbit
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Agent of The Garden, she oversees thousands of guild games at once, her entire body hard-wired to The Garden itself. She is an extremely sarcastic individual who loves toying with people and faking innocence. Despite her cute looks and act she's an extremely cruel and self-centered person with interest only in what entertain or amuses her outside of her Garden duties. She offers her services to guilds as a summoner and judge for Recruitment Games, for an obscurely priced offering. To pay for her services as anything less then a large guild is to bid your entire collective guilds lives and existence on her whims. Due to past events she owes several favours and repayments to The Nameless in its days of glory.


The Bad Guys

Name: Apex Flood
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Nothing is know about him other then that he is the leader of a small group of strange and dangerous individuals, and that he has a habit of having an army at hi back.

Name: Raylee Lightshield
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Your average every day religious paladin, has his own unknown reasons for joining such an outrageous group of beings. Despite being apart of the group and continuing as they all do he has a strong moral compass towards the right thing outside of group activities, he is an extremely righteous and bold Leonal male who prefers company to solitude, and ale to water.

Name: Koraline Heiphon
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An extremely dark and creepy woman, who despite her looks is one of the more sane and reasonable of the group. She generally keeps out of the battle and conducts her attacks from afar, however what those attacks are is utterly unknown although they prove to be deadly effective. A small swarm of spiders likes to follow her and attach to her person.

Name: Xix
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Although he seems to be a silent moldeable liquid silver experiment (Which he is) at most times he tends to mold himself into various other metals and solidify himself into a proper form, his most favored is a demonic overlordian type knight with a deep and gravely voice with which he can speak using. However he has many more that he utilizes should the need arise.

Name: Celia Fohlen
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A being that never speaks a word and yet seems to be able to communicate its message perfectly, Celia is either a woman in full enchanted armour designed to resemble a flower, or she simply IS a sentient flower-like being with the properties of well...metal. Even her purple weapons and grace point towards her plant nature, however outside of her group she remains unpredictable and unknown.

Name: Pestel
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A disease ridden giant rat, garbed in monk-like clothes and bandages and weilding a large glowing mace. He's an extremely twitchy and annoying madman who is constantly surrounded by swarms of flies and the smell of death and decay,along with a cloud of disease that never shakes from his body. His body is adorned with various bells and his fur is mottled and filthy, perfectly matching with the rest of him.

Name: KH4 . Z1X
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A silent and entirely otherworldy hunter, blindly obedient and silently vigilant. He is ruthless and unrelenting in all aspects once given orders. He will continue hunting his quarry to the edge of the world without the use of his legs nor a weapon.

Name: Vorin, Monolithic One
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A golem resembling a greek temple wrapped around a giant tree root, Vorin is a highly intelligent and spiritual being whom communicates with a series of drawn out roars and low rumbling noises produced within its body, which its various temple-like armaments translate and resonate outwards to its allies, to its foes the sounds continue to be mindless roaring. it is in fact highly intellectual and logical, and disappointed to find it cannot absorb knowledge or learn in The Garden as it can at home, due to it size rendering books and scrolls unreadable and its group being less intellectually inclined then itself and impatient for reading. However,it does enjoy using its size in combat and teaching lesser beings how a true warrior does battle.

So begins...

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The Summoning


The grasslands were as they had always been since the Demon Lord, barren and devoid of all but the most basic and hostile life. That is to say aside from the small community of Nameless that lived in what barely passed for a fiftieth of what they once enjoyed. However today was different then others in one way, standing atop a jagged crystal rock at the base of a monolithic mountain a kilometer out from the small village was a young woman and man, side by side. The woman wore a black and red short dress, white frills lining the border between the black and the red about two thirds down, the dress ending just above her knees in similar frills before her slender legs. The woman had flowing black hair and a pair of rabbit ears twitching upon her head as the wind blew past them, gracefully lifting her hair in the cool breeze. All things considered, she was what most considered perfect, and yet she stood upon the rock hands on hips with an obviously lesser man.

He stood taller then her with messy blonde hair and a white coat, blonde stubble lining his strong jaw and hinting at his more rugged status within The Garden, black muddy boots and bloodied bandages wrapped around his hands,other then that he had draped himself in traders clothes. A massive pack of supplies and a nomadic staff in one hand, a pouch of jingling coins clenched in his other hand as the two conversed. Obviously having enough of the conversation the woman sighed and held a hand out, in which the bag was swiftly placed and left, the man quickly retreating away from the rock and heading back towards the small village in the far off distance. Turning only once to watch the beginning of the ritual he had payed for with the last coin he owned.


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Deep within The Garden, through cracked pipes, empty AEther cords and broken corridors lay an immense room submerged completely in darkness. Not a single flicker of light visible even at its core and not a single light having been visible for centuries. However in a single moment the room changed, the cracked pipes mended, the AEther cords began to pump as they should and the corridors melded back into glory, perfect stone and golden lining all leading towards the room, hidden behind a vast ornate door. A room that still lay in the darkness, a circular room that in its glory lead to a pin-wheel centre. Dozens of thin path-ways and vast abysses in between leading to a great platform

A single beat, one thump and a glimpse of light pulsated through the room, revealing thousands of cords and vast holes in the outer walls of the room. Within the centre the beat sounded again, and The clockwork heart made itself known, gears churning and whirling rapidly until the room finally became alight once more, light streaming from the core of the heart and through the many vast holes. To where the light traveled was unknown but the room had been freed from the darkness once more, its former glory restored and the clockwork heart was beating just beyond the door in the corridor. However as quickly as it occured, as fast as the AEther flowed, it ended abruptly. Only the soft hum of the gears and the occasional thump of the heart interrupting the suffocating darkness that had settled once more over the room.


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The light had traveled however, and would make itself known across dimensions and time, piercing worlds and erupting from cores. The heart had chosen carefully however and not all were submitted to the light, however if one were inclined to step inside and dare to touch, to dream of something new and unexplainable. They would see The Garden, specifically a beautiful woman standing atop a rock, pillars of runes and varying colours erupting around her ruins of pure black stone appearing before around her, torches and runic lighting spread through out. The Monolithic mountain tearing apart and falling down to earth, to be pieced back together in a massive spiraling and roman-esque pillar, set in the dead centre of the ruins. A golden portal appeared behind her at the entrance of the maze-like ruins and the view would soon change to the portal, staring directly at the same mysterious woman now standing in front of a magically sealed entrance into the maze, with her arms folded across her chest, simply waiting. Dozens of screens began to appear and an especially large one appeared inside a booth, a large podium arising in front of it for addressing the crowd, which would apparently be seated as large seats erupted from the ground made from the same base stone. This occured even as thousands of letters spread across worlds with a special brand upon them, falling into the hands of select individuals from all walks of existence no matter their circumstances.

As far as The Garden and the woman were concerned, their had never been a light in the room, The heart did not beat, no letters had been sent. The Black Rabbit had simply done the job she had been payed for, a portal had been opened and if one were to wish for another life, a single hope for something different and new, they would be presented with the opportunity, a carbon copy of the portal standing directly in front of them,unknown to all others around the wisher.

The Recruitment for those without a name had begun, and so they would be preparing with earnest and traveling to the stage she now stood upon, a beacon for all those wishing to enter a new world.


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The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden

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The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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The first thing he noticed when he became aware again, was the heat. It was all encompassing, but it didn't hurt. It draped over him like a blanket, and he was at home in the heat, one with it.

Then he remembered. Remembered the pain he'd felt. The soul searing agony of his only families death giving way to real physical torture.

The screams ripped their way from his throat as his body seemed to fill with a burning all encompassing agony, it had felt as if his blood was boiling, like he was being killed over and over but was unable to die. He'd screamed until his vocal chords burst, screamed in silence, then screamed anew as they reformed in his throat. Finally after what felt like hours, he was allowed oblivion. The restful abyss of sleep.

The next he woke, he could taste ash in his mouth, but he found the flavor didn't bother him, rather it came as an odd sort of comfort, same as the heat. He couldn't explain why, even years later he wouldn't be able to explain why the tastes of sulfur, and ash in his mouth didn't repulse him.

Sometime later he finally became aware enough to realize he was laying face down in a pile of ash, his arms quickly found purchase beneath him, and he levered himself to his feet, swaying from side to side for a moment before surveying his surroundings with shocked eyes.

His home was a pile of smoking ash. He nearly fell to his knees, but caught himself mid collapse. He to the day still did not quite recall all of the events that led to that point, him standing in the wreckage of his childhood home, a strangely familiar rhythmic clang in his ears, or why he ran, still wearing the three piece suit and jacket he'd worn to his grandmothers funeral, he fled into the woods surrounding their home, and wasn't seen again for some time.

He still remembered the terror that filled the first few months of his "awakening' as he called it. The strangeness of his body changing, like a fucked up second puberty.

Having his fingers suddenly become metal talons and gouge at trees, that he now bled red hot metal, his eyes glowed in the darkness from within their sockets like some kind of demented Jack-O-Lantern, or the discovery that he no longer ate or drank like a human, but needed heavy metals to sustain himself, craved them like the forge he'd later know himself to be, and devoured them, like the smith he was through name and choice.

Life became at once, more and less difficult. A chasm formed between him and other people, he was something else, and he couldn't let anyone know, he became even more withdrawn than he had been in his youth, ignoring anyone that came looking for him, and keeping to himself.

At the same time however, he no longer felt shackled by the things he used to worry about, he no longer cared and in that was a new kind of freedom, and objects freedom, free from the fleshy cares of humanity. Oh, he still retained some things from before, baser instincts and urges, but they were dulled, they were no longer the shining edge they once were, and he was content with that.

It came one day that he just wished he could leave, that he could go somewhere he could be himself and be of use. He was stepping into a cross walk as he had these thoughts, and was clipped by a car that came speeding by, he was thrown backwards.

He never saw the golden portal that opened beneath him as he fell, but he most assuredly noticed the transition from city, to ruins, and the presence of the one who summoned him would become unmistakable in the coming years.

She was beautiful in an otherworldly sort of way, every part of her spake of alien majesty, the most obvious feature being her tall rabbit ears. He was struck speechless, surrounded by ruins in a strange new world, and with an obviously not human women before him. He gave himself a pat on the back for not passing out.

He watched the strange women for a moment longer before he finally stood, brushing dirt from his suit, and pressing a cigarette into his mouth, never lighting it, but smoke still spilled from his mouth around it. He opted not to speak, waiting on something to happen that he could understand, or that could give him answers.

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Seriene screamed as her body was torn to shreds, the pillar of light showing its true nature as her body was disintegrated and her soul flung across the endless expanse of time and space, her disembodied mind crashing into the alien grasslands in a second pillar of light that only lasted a second, her body rematerializing within the wild energy of the beam before it dissipated.
She was left in the wake, a circle of smoking grass around her as she fell to her knees, gasping and shuddering in agony the world spinning about her in a blur as she spun and collapsed, spasming on the ground and heaving for breath and clutching disorientedly at the ground as her body and clothes smoked lightly, her eyes open and wild the glowing white pupils flicking back and forth in their sockets as she tried to gain a bearing on her surroundings.
She lay on the cooling grass for a period of time that was indiscernible to her as her breathing slowed and the world stopped spinning. The Draenei swallowed thickly and rubbed her chest as she slowly rolled over on to her hands and knees, feeling about for a moment before clutching her staff in one hand upon finding it and shakily standing to her feet, looking about with blurred vision at the towering mountain and unfamiliar, alien faces, she stepped back, holding her staff awkwardly in front of her defensively, her knees weak and shaking and she turned her head back and forth, stammering in her native tongue, demanding to know where she was and who these aliens were, her eyes wild in confusion and fear.

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The world around Ivan faded into white. The sounds of the students in the garden below dulled as if he quickly moved away from the sounds. Even the pungent smell of death that lingered in the air of this land dissapeared, together with the smell of the rorses in the planter in the room. For a few moments all there was was white. Then very rapidly his senses came back to him. He could hear a voice, confused, distressed and sad. The white dissapeared and his vision returned.

The group he saw seemed mostly confused, asside from one entity. A blue haired girl with bunny ears. "It would seem she is the one who brought us here, or at least she has something to do with it." He thought. He looked at the rest of the group, a crying girl, something that reminded him of a demon and man dressed in a black suit. "I should probably keep an eye on all of them, no telling if and when they could attack. Did I bring any crystals?" He thought as he reached for a non-existing pouch on his waistband and an exually non-existant necklace. "Of course not, because that would have been the smart hing to do when randomly jumping into another world. Well it seems that I'll have to make due with the energy I have stored inside me and whatever I can scavenge from my envoirment. Let's start with the light and heat hitting my skin, if I am carefull they shouldn't notice." He thought as he shifted his focuss to taking small amounts of energy from the light and taking little bits of heat from the air and binding the energy into sugars, just like what a plant does. It wasn't much he could salvage without him turning into a black lightless void and showing the cold air through large clouds of watervapour condensing, but he didn't want to show anything of what he was doing.

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River sighed heavily as he exited the small hovel of a home he had spent the night in, the vast wastelands presenting themselves to him once more and punishing him for his transgressions. A vast sandstorm had whipped into existence in the nearby vicinity and he knew he couldn't out-run it, but to stay was to invite his hunters to tear him apart when he eventually dropped from weariness. He decided to carry on despite the circumstances, he was not going to enter the hovel again...not anymore. His hunters would know the reason clearly as they followed his trail, he was not the most discreet survivalist, he did not even care as his sluggish and dragging foot steps made sweeping imprints in the sand below him, or at least the horrifying waste of mutation that held the same consistency.

Not long after his departure a wolf-like snout poked into the hovel,followed by an armored claw that tore the tattered wooden door off of its hinges to allow for the massive gate of the monolithic wolf man to bow lowly into the safe hold. Wrinkling his nose in disgust and grabbing a nearby lantern at the sight before him, shattering the glass containing the flame and throwing it atop the mess to cleanse and eventually burn the hovel. Retreating out through the door to chase his quarry, the man who had left behind the bodies of a small family, drained and bitten into and removed of all life, even their souls devoid to leave behind mere grey and ashen husks that soon burned away. There had been barely enough to burn to begin with after the man had his way, but they deserved some sort of burial even in this world.

Days later, as his feet gave out from under him and his knees hit the wastes, the sandstorm had finally ceased after an eternity. His skin ripped to shreds by the true unforgiving rubble-like content of the sand beneath him, his bones broken and his eyes half blinded by shrapnel, this was why he was forced to drain those who barely scraped by to live, this is why he carried on with the weight of souls on his shoulders and didn't simply allow himself to be caught. He had taken too many lives in his first moment of desperation, an act he regrets to the depths of his black heart, but it was too late to repent now. These were the thoughts that passed through his head as a clawed hand seized his shoulder and brought him up to hang feet off of the sands he was sure would bury him. His face turned to stare into the amber eyes of a snarling armored wolf man almost twice his size, a curved blade pressed against his stomach, his one functioning eye peered back weakly as with a simple nod he awaited the piercing of the blade into his leathery hide. He deserved death, his carcass born open to the suns rays and its predators...and his hunter knew that, had followed his trail of destruction since the day he began this life and went back against everything they had stood against,together.

A small tear ran down the fur of the colossal wolf mans face, a sight River barely caught before the wolves choked roar echoed through the empty desert. In response River smiled sadly and brought a broken hand up to rest on his best friends blade hand, the hunters eyes wide in disbelief, in sorrow. Tears began to drop slowly from down Rivers jaw onto the arm of the wolf and the sands below.

"It's okay....I won't make you do this, but...I'm glad it was you that found me..."He choked out with a cough,taking hold of the blade and driving it deep into his left side with a cough of blood "I only wish, things had been different....that I could have stuck around for you Rain, maybe in the next life..." He said with a sad smile, blood beginning to pour from his mouth and down his jaw, his body going numb and slack. 'Yeah...maybe, in the next life' he thought as he began to slip into unconsciousness the final sight of his friend pressing his head deep into his armored chest, his fur wet and glistening around his jaw. "Idiot...armor...hurts." He joked before sealing his eyes shut.

The wolf simply lay there, his friend that he had hunted for so long finally gone for good, it was an intensely confusing feeling...the man deserved more then he had been given, he was sure of it. He couldn't bury the body but he tore off his tattered red cloak and placed it over the Incubus before trudging off slowly in the other direction, his eyes still wide in disbelief and his weapon clenched tightly in an armored claw, the blood still dripping off of the tip. One thing was for sure, he was going to make sure nothing like this ever happened again, and as that thought crossed his mind an immense light erupted behind him, one that he ignored in case his friend had god forbiddingly been revived simply for him to have to die again, he had done enough already. Even as the beam swallowed his friends body and the cloak, tearing them apart and creating them a new he did not once turn back or stop from trudging onwards.


The red haired Incubus opened his eyes staring at a small crowd of people,a girl was crying in the background..no..she sounded just like the girl from the hovel. He must have finally arrived in hell, 'At the very least my parents aren't here' he joked uncomfortably with himself before sitting up from his laying position and clawing his way up into a standing point, his arms across his chest. No, this wasn't hell, he wasn't injured, what had happened to the wasteland? His friend? The all consuming darkness?. It seemed the people around him were just as confused, for now he rushed over to the girls side, attempting to comfort her with idle chit-chat and faked niceties, comforting was something he was skilled in and yet he couldn't explain how he did it. He kept one suddenly operable eye on her, the other on the figure everyone else had trained their eyes upon. An attractive woman standing merely a few feet away with a pair of rabbit ears sprouting from her head, they were waiting for something, everyone could feel it and so he waited. A billion questions running through his mind and a thousand self-hateful messages blowing through his mind and impeding even the questions that far out-numbered them.

All he knew for sure, was that even if he had been given a second chance. It wasn't the one he wanted, and the first opportunity he got he'd find some way to repay Rain, and make sure the deed that he had been put through did not go without any merit. No matter what that meant.

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Aera wiped her tears away, noticing the Incubus, and wondering why he had approached her. She slowly stood up, making sure to keep a hand on one of her swords just in case. Her sword had a strange but pretty cherry blossom insignia on the sheath and the scabbard was shaped as one as well. Her stormy grey eyes still filled with tears, she looked at the Incubus. She couldn't sense any real danger from him, nor did she care.

"I-I'm sorry... I-I must look like a wreck... M-May I ask who you are and why y-you approached me?"

With her short silvery hair, stormy grey eyes and her childish looks, she seemed at lot less threatening that she really was. A lot cuter too, though she won't admit it. She was quite small in stature compared to the Incubus as the top of her head reached his nose. Her green skirt had been stained with her tears, and so had the ground. She looked no older than 13 and was all alone in this new world. Without thinking, she hugged the Incubus tightly.

"T-Thank you though...f-for comforting me... I don't really have a name but Mas...Grandpa called me Aera so just call me Aera as well. May I ask what you're name is?...and Where we are?"

She seemed to have snapped out of her sorrow and regained her senses.

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River smiled at the girl kindly, when she asked who he was and why he approached her he simply shrugged and lightly ran a soft hand down the side of her face to wipe away a stray tear.

"To leave someone hurt or crying, especially from the heart, is a crime. Something I never wish to take part in. My names River." He replied in a soft tone of voice, however he was startled as they hugged him. Awkwardly patting their back before hugging them back just as tightly, unsure exactly how to react. This hadn't really happened before and he was still bewildered by the sudden change, the entire movement of the world was a bit much.

River however managed to chuckle as they flusteredly asked his name again in their current state. Where they were he couldn't answer and so he simply hugged them once more before nodding his head towards the Rabbit who stood a little off, standing a head and waiting as everyone stared them down, even beginning to actually ask the woman questions.

"I don't know I'm afraid...but I think we might be about to find out." He noted finally,still keeping one eye on the rabbit, the other focused on the girl he was comforting. Things had changed quite abruptly in mere seconds hadn't they?.

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The Black Rabbit stood with her arms crossed, her shining hair blowing gloriously in a mystical source of wind that seemed to affect nothing else in the area. She had to fight back a smirk as the crowds appeared, one man appeared before the others and attempted to hide his..unique state, behind a simple cigarette. In a world such as this he would find such things not nearly as useful but his attempt at least served to amuse the cold hearted rabbit. Slowly through golden portals and sudden appearances the crowd fully materialized, stragglers still arriving now and again behind the rest, all eyes on her and several embarrassed stares centred at her chest and thighs. She didn't care however, the Rabbit had learnt long ago that no matter what end of existence you hailed from men were all the same.

The woman tapped her foot impatiently on the stage as she awaited the stragglers to bundle together with the rest in front of the vast ruins, a crying girl appearing and quickly being comforted by a stranger with spiky red hair. She scoffed inwardly and kept her looks of disdain to herself, instead leveling a neutral gaze on them and the rest of the crowd, weaklings didn't last long anyway and they'd be sent home with the rest of the unfortunate random rabble.

Finally however she was given the cue as in a burst of blue light a group of around fifty people, mostly children and teenagers aside from one large grey haired man appeared in the rows of seats and the booth nearby. Those in the booth obviously higher ranking or more important members, made increasingly obvious by their age difference to the small crowd of young who sat fidgeting already in their spectating seats. The most noticeable was the tall grey haired and bearded man who sat in the center of the group upon a large wooden chair. A kind smile upon his features as he good naturedly chatted with the others around him before falling silent, brushing his white coat off of the sides of the large chair and directing his attention along with everyone else's to the Black Rabbit who glared at him impatiently.


"Welcome! One and all! To the recruitment game of The Nameless. I realize many of you are disorientated and confused, but you all have one thing in common. You wished for something new, a second change, a fresh start. I the Black Rabbit granted that wish, but it doesn't come entirely free." She announced with a fake and overly cheerful smile, bouncing around the place excitedly "You have been chosen from all across existence to compete here in The Garden in a recruitment game to join the infamous nameless guild. You will compete and fight and complete any of three victory conditions to earn your place amongst their number." She stated, before darkly smiling and turning to the group who gathered before her.

"Those who lose will be sent back to whatever reality they came from and wiped of all memory of this place, Those who win get to join the community here who are staging the recruitment game. Without a community even if you find your back here or a way to stay, you won't survive long! To live here you have to have great skills, a guild or have enough cash to live it up with city life!" She announced excitedly, real excitement. She always loved the bad news part of the announcements. "Now most of you are mundane, normal people, but some of you have gifts, or intelligence. You are to use these gifts in any way you deem necessary to complete the conditions, don't worry about death because for this game you have the wonderful Black Rabbit as a judge! All deaths will be temporary and simply result in an pleasant trip back to your own reality!" She stated twirling on the spot before tapping her foot twice on the ground, a rain of golden scrolls falling gently from the sky and wafting into the hands of every competitor.

"The rules are simple and written on those sheets as with the victory condition, however even if you complete the conditions its up to the guild master whether or not you make it in! It's not all about brute force or power here, you have to prove you'll be worthwhile having around!" She cheered, gesturing to the grey haired man at the mention of a guild master, in reply he simply waved kindly before being hidden by the bouncing rabbit. "You have only a short period of time before all remaining contestants are wiped out, so on my signal go!" She stated finally, stepping back and taking a seat on the ground, a small party popper materializing in her hand as a shiny golden throne broke from below to accommodate her. The rabbit humming happily to herself as she gave them all time to read. Behind the group lay the entrance to the maze, which despite its regular appearance and black stone rubble walls was entirely different once entered, to enter was to be transported to a far off place where the game would truly take place. The spire still an obvious peak,however reaching it was a different matter. In this true maze the walls were made of the same black-stone and the surroundings more resembled a dungeon, to be entirely accurate a gargantuan dungeon that spanned across several islands both large and small. Various trials,monsters and traps awaiting those who entered within.

The Golden items however were going to be the fun part for the spectators, each was located in a separate circular room past all the traps and monsters they could have possibly crammed into the points leading to them. To claim each item one would have to face a trial or defeat a monster or opponent, a seemingly straight forward task, if one was fortunate enough to find a single room that they alone gained access to and without competition for the item. To make matters worse not all circular rooms yield an item...however all do yield a challenge and an opportunity to remove some competition. Outside the circular rooms one is only subject to the competition and the mind-numbing and yet simple maze, along with various traps and creatures of strange descriptions, all in all..the game was going to allow only the strong and the intelligent to make it through.

However one first had to read the scroll to begin to at grasp what they had to do.


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The scrolls read as follows.
Rules:
1:You may use any means you require necessary to meet the conditions however exiting the maze or breaking its walls in considered cheating, you must find a way to make it through with what you have.
2:This is a solo event so working together to achieve a singular condition will only reward a single person.
3:Attempts to harm spectators or official judges will result in temporal banishment and removal from planar existence.

Victory Conditions:
To win this game one must at least one of these conditions.
1: Complete the maze and climb the spire within three minutes, after obtaining at least three golden items hidden through-out the maze.
2: Defeat five other participants and climb the spire, defeating the unique guardian who challenges you at its peak after unlocking your unique arcane door at its base with a golden key.
The final condition yields an additional reward along with the basic rewards for winning the game
3:Open all three Arcane Doors, located at: The Spire, The North Corner, and The Hidden Rune upon the maze wall. Using various Golden Items, no clues are given to which aside from The Spire.

Rewards:
One is able to join The Nameless Guild
Given a Lazul Card (Stores Gifts and Categorizes ones natural gifts and powers)
Gifted the Voice of Aniya (A magical gift allowing one to communicate with those in The Garden.)
Given Lodging and a small sum of two hundred coin for basic supplies and living.
Additional Rewards:
Given a Personalized Estate building and increased gold sum of four hundred coin.
Given choice of workshop for personal and shared use amongst guild.



Ignoring dismayed cries of unfairness,petty complaints and confusion. Black Rabbit raised her party popper and grinned as she pulled the string to fire it, a penetrating beam of light flashing high into the sky and after several minutes of rumbling, bringing lightning to crash down directly in front of the judge and announcer. A Golden and Ornate Spear weapon, or perhaps it was a halberd appearing and being picked up in her twirling hands before she halted it in front of her with a perfect innocent smile. The microphone placed in between two parallel blades either side of the shaft making itself known as her voice echoed out even louder then the remaining ringing of lightning and thunder.

"Let the games, Begin!, any late-comers will be ported directly into the game and given a scroll,now get going!"


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"Mmm, Well then. Let's find out who/what she is and just where the hell are we...EH!? Where did Myon go?? Oh. There she is."

Aera glanced over at the ghostly blob which floated over to her. This 'Myon' seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary ghost. This was untrue of course, since Myon is Aera's soul manifested in a ghostly form. Losing Myon would cause her to fade from history.

Like a little girl hugging her teddy bear, Aera hugged Myon tightly with a worrisome expression on her face. "I told you before, stay close to me at all times. I can't exist without you, nor you without me remember? Good." The blob had given what looked to be a slight nod. It then took the form of Aera, making an exact copy of her just a bit more... pale.

"Now, back to the task at hand..." She walked up to the rabbit eared woman to hear what she has to say.

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Edit:Yes, yes I did it again. My bad, I'll try and not do it a third time.

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'Why do i here incessant chatter, I am dutifully doing my job and these people won't shut up!' He lay rested on the ground, his eyes closed shut as let drool slurp of out his limp mouth. Dan had been shot in the back of the head, strange given he felt awfully fine, but he decided he would wait and see how this whole being dead thing played out. 'So far, pretty shitty,' opening his eyes and letting loose a yawn, Dan lifted himself up to his feet, taking a moment to adjust is top hat to fit his head properly. He looked around to see who was ruining his dead time, it was certainly not the people he had expected. A bunch of assorted weirdos and strangers were moaning and whining about something, probably unimportant shit too.

"Well I'll be leaving I suppose," with twirl on his heel Dan prepared to skip his way out of this stupid place. However the sudden crashing of a bolt of lighting caused him to make the turn 360 degrees and hop his way towards the noise. It appeared his first examination of the scenario had been wrong, this place was no boring shit, it was a place of extremely attractive rabbit women, WITH SPEARS. Dans blood began to pump as he made his way towards the the gem of a lady, gracefully gliding through the air the with power of Air Manipulation he had yet to even realize he had. With a sudden flash he appeared... elsewhere, a place with stone walls and a distinct lack of people.

His hands began to twitch and his veins enlarged as he realized he had been torn away from the best thing this afterlife had to offer, a crinkling noise echoes from his right hand. Dan aimed his eyes towards the paper and read it over carefully, a smile appearing across his face slowly. Clearing his throat Dan raised his left and to his tie, straitening it out as he carefully folded the letter and sent it into his breast pocket, he had been given a task be the love of his life, and it was to scuffle. With a sudden thrust of his arms in the air Dan let loose a howl "OH YEAH! LEEEEEEEEEEET'S SCUFFLE PLEBEIANS!" Dan began to sprint in the only direction he saw, forward. Sure he wasn't sure who he had to fight, 'But who WON'T be terrified of the guy with a sword pointing through is hat!'

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"So,"He started with a sigh, "we're expected to believe that if we die, we don't actually die, and people we kill don't actually die." He couldn't help but laugh. Didn't they know, people die when they're killed?

He'd thought this place was surreal when he'd first arrived, but that took the cake. He still wasn't entirely sure what he was seeing was real, but for now, he'd humor his own delusional mind, and consider everything around him as a real, and potentially fatal event.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Wayland muttered as golden scrolls fell from the sky, he was chewing on the filter of his cigarette by that point, ignoring the people around him, copious amounts of ash pouring from around his cigarette, he read one of the scrolls given to them all moments before, the rest of these people had began appearing after he did. Figures I'd be fashionably early, he thought to himself. No small amount of depreciating sarcasm evident in his inner voice.

"Let's see, working together isn't against the rules, but two people doesn't mean half the work." On the contrary, he thought to himself, you would have to complete two win conditions. And of course another rule would be:Don't bite the hands that feed you. Wayland's words, but basically what it meant.

As people began reaching the end of their scrolls, dismayed and angry voices rose in a cacophony around him. He honestly didn't know what to expect, or how to feel. They obviously wanted people to do their best to "Win' these games, so much so they encouraged the use of lethal force, he was sure there were people inn the crowd more than willing to do just that.

She said it herself. We're all people that wanted to escape. No doubt we all have different reason for wanting to do so.

"I guess I'll just have to keep on my toes." He muttered one last time, before turning his attention away from the scroll, he snapped it shut shoving it into a pocket, before turning and making towards the maze at a relaxed gait. No way was he going to be stuck out in front with hundreds of potentially murderous people crowding in behind him.

Even if they probably couldn't harm him, no point in taking chances. The game was afoot.

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The golden parchment fell lightly into her hand, she transferred her bo staff to her tail so she could grip the page with both hands. She folded her legs under her until she was sitting on the cold floor, her eyes running over the words. When she reached the bottom of the page she started over again; the conditions of it, and many of the magical words, were far outside her understanding. After a second read she thought she’d made some sense of it - this was a test not meant to be passed, at least not by one like her. The conditions were too stringent, the time allotted too arbitrary.

Her master had set such tasks to her in the jungle, find fifty ripe fruits that were out of season, convince two sworn enemies to meal together without speaking to either. They were not tasks of futility, but of learning. He taught her through her own unsuccessful labors.

It seemed unlikely the rabbit woman was trying to teach her anything. She looked up passed the energetic creature to the crowd gathered in the stands. Many affected looks of indifferent boredom, but one watched the scene with a sharp eye. The grey haired man in the wooden chair watched those gathered below, taking in the details of their words and actions. He was learning.

If this was really the Nameless, really the guild she sought, it was of them she wished to learn. It might be possible to do that, to understand their character and culture through the test they built for her.

She tossed the parchment aside, unconcerned with the rules or the prizes, such things where only reflections in the water, vanishing when the surface is disturbed. She cared about what lay beneath the surface.

Hoping lightly in the air, over the heads of some still reading, she made for the gate, passing a tall man who smelled of nicotine and smithery. She gripped the bo in her hands again, using it as leverage as she leapt through black stone archway. When her feet touched the ground again she was somewhere else, a confining dungen, no signs or guideposts to give hint of where to go next.

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Ivan listened to the rabbit as she explained the situation and let reality set in. As he grabbed the falling scroll and read the content he smirked a bit. "A maze, both a test of luck and skill. However the maze I see before me would normally take too long to traverse to the spire even without having to find the golden objects or fighting others along the way. The arcane doors will force you to find at least 3 objects just like the first condition, at least this one isn't limited by time, but it'll require exploring large parts of the maze and it's dangers. It might also be a condition that'll only yield one winning person. Leaving the maze will disqualify you, same with breaking walls. It seems this is a stacked deck putting the odds against the players, what could they hope to gain from making it this hard?" He thought.

Just before the rabbit gave the go sign Ivan pulled in all the energy around him turning himself into a lightless void forming clouds of icecold condensated water around him. "At this point they must already have realised the easiest way to win is to defeat 5 without special powers and defeat that guardian, looking like this should avoid unneeded confrontations. Not to mention give me more energy playroom for the task at hand. However the word unique draws my attention, does it mean that for everyone there is a special guardian, or does it mean there is only one and thus only one can win via that condition."

The go sign was given and like mad and starving rabbits seeing a carrot everyone rushed into the maze. Ivan rushed in as fast as he could, using one of the participants who had been trampled as a step to jump over the participants fighting at the entrance. He ran around the corner as fast as he could and he erected a lightning barrier behind him. "It will probably just slow them down, but at this point every inch of distance between me and those brawling madmen would be nice." He quickly ran around the next corner in case one of them broke through the barrier instantly and would go after him. "Presuming they just want golden objects for the conditions I could procure them from T-energy, but that would take too long for the race, unless I had some source of power I could drain, maybe a cyborg or perhaps a human. Still I highly doubt they would make it this easy when the other rules are quite a pain."

He took a moment to look up at the spire."That will be my refference point and ultimatly one way or another my target. With how it cast it's shadow I should be to the south west of it." Then with a steady pace he set of deeper into the maze, frequently looking back at the spire and estimating his position.

Quickly though he was stopped by his first trap, more out of shock than actual danger as blazing fire spew out of the walls and ground, right in his face. The flames were more of a help than anything, the heat of the flames and their light would yield Ivan a lot of his much needed energy. However he had not the luxury of time and keeping in mind that the safest goals timer was ticking continuesly. Perhaps the sound or the light from the activated fire trap had attracted attention, but one way or another Ivan found himself being slammed against the wall beyond the firetrap before he had the chance to move on. The slam itself wasn't too hard, but wether this was on purpose or just a lack of power he had not time nor desire to find out. He looked at his attacker and decided to attack the nerve system of the in leather armor clad man. A swift electrically sharged headbutt knocked the man out cold in a wild spasm as nerve signals misfired throughout the body. "I wish I had been able to resolve this challenge peacefully, but it seems in the end I have no other choice than to do what must be done." He said to the unconsious man as he bended down to see if the man had anything he could use.

An apple, a bag of silver coins and a pouch of shoe polish. Not really the golden object he was hoping for, but then again this could be more usefull. Though maybe he should have tried to decontruct him, with his nerves failing to send signals to lungs and heart he is quite unlikely to survive anyways. "God, what am I thinking. No, no, no, I am not going to lower myself to that level. I stand above such greed and arrogance. The use of such dark ways have costed too many innocent lives already. It would have taken too much time anyways." He thought as he felt the weight of the time limit ticking down on him, with so much time wasted and no progress to show for it.

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"Hmmm.... I need money, as I have none... But I don't want to be bothered with such a trivial task of opening those 3 doors... Ah. Condition number 2 seems good. Personal, unique opponent? Sounds like a decent fight for once <3"

The ghostly blob hovered in front of Aera as if talking to her. A cold breeze went by before Aera responded to Myon's 'question'.
"Yea, I guess you're right Myon... Maybe I should ask her...," She turned to face the bunny-rabbit girl and politely asked her question. "Excuse me, I have a question. Myon here is my ghost half...er my soul to be specific... I noticed one of the rules says this is a solo thing, so I was wondering is Myon counted as an extra person? If she does, that would be quite problematic as I cannot exist without her and visa-versa. So, does Myon count as another person or not? Also, this unique guardian... is the guardian.. er.. 'made' to fight the specific person who does condition #2?"

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River had began to disperse into the maze along with the crowd, however he found himself caught and pausing in wait for the girl whom he'd comforted. To become attached was weakness,but if he were to complete the third goal despite its ludicrous notions then things would be better for him, better then scraping from one home to the next at the very least. To complete it however he'd need a group, more then simply himself and his own powers no matter what confidence he had in them. He tapped his foot impatiently, growling at the lost time that was floating by him in the form of a rushing and maddened crowd, desperate to complete any of the three challenges no matter the cost or the likelihood of their deaths.

Few things were more dangerous then a desperate mob with no hints of predictability, however it seemed he might not have to deal with them. For after everyone had funneled into the maze safe for himself, the girl, and the spectators. A thump resounded across the barren wastelands, one that made his ears stand upright above his hair and his tail flick out of the back of his pants, twitching and curling nervously as his cat-like eyes began to peer into the horizon, past the crowds and The Rabbit woman to the rolling dead hills and all to familiar piles of wastelandic 'sand', and he was not the only one for The Rabbit ignored the girl before him and pricked her long ears in the same direction as River. Something was coming, something big.


Standing atop the hill, a large wolven man clad in black and bronze armour stood growling. A large cleaver hefted over his shoulder and a curved blade resting at his waist next to a twitching claw, he had heard the rumors of The Nameless reforming and reported it to his leader, unfortunately they had decided to saddle out for an assault on the recruitment and he had been picked to give the orders.

His one glowing white eye stared across the large field in between them and their quarry, energy crackling around the rim of his only means of vision, the other eye covered by a pitch-black patch of cloth that curved around behind his twitching white ears. His fur was mottled and patchy in places due to deep scarring, dirt, or dried blood he still hadn't gotten around to fully removing. A weak looking man rushed up beside him, half swallowed by his leather armour and fidgeting before the wolf gave the okay for him to speak.

"The recruits have already entered the maze sir, T-they have The Rabbit and Aizen but the rest of them are just children, maybe teenagers at most. They have a few minor players and guild members with Aizen but they're just as the rumors stated. Completely incapable of fighting us back....sir." The little man fumbled out,before receiving a nod and rushing off back to the safety of the rear guard. This was going to go easier then expected, the wolf too was new to the garden and so The Nameless were simply a group of people that he had been ordered to kill. Something he was going to carry out no matter what the cost.

Besides, even if he were merciful he doubted they could defeat the army he had at his back, whilst small in numbers and barely considered seasoned the warriors behind him were confident and loyal, not to mention they were made almost entirely of mindless black husks who he spared no sympathy for. They were simply shadows made to flesh, warriors birthed from stolen memories and given the tools of their trade, bar the leather clad messenger and a few select officers within the army, the loss of men was completely forgivable and boringly simple to rectify once he returned to his master.

The wolf yawned once and then snarled, raising his cleaver into the air before shoving it forward with a roar that echoed across the empty and silent wastes. Lines of the husks rushed past him, a black river of shadow that bent around him like a solid boulder lodged in the bed of the wastelandic sands below the mass, finally they finished rushing past and headed for the small crowd and rival guild. The sands felt like home, if not only to him, it was a pity he would have to stain them with similar blood with all one hundred of his black husks.

A shadow flitted next to him for a moment as a women dressed in flowing black cloth appeared by his side, shadows dancing in her palm and a large spider climbing around her person with a small swarm in tow of it, followed by a large lion man clad in armour not unfitting a paladin, a massive kite shield by his side, a large hammer held in his opposing hand. Slowly his own group of officers amassed; An elemental of flowing silver, A flower-like warrior with curving purple blades, Something akin to a diseased ridden humanoid rat and an otherwordly fully armoured man wielding no visible weapon. They were a strange and mismatched bunch who had been only days before pieced together from a similar summoning to that which The Black Rabbit had just taken the time to do at the base of what was once a mountain.

With a grunt, a nod and an insane giggle the small group walked at a brisk pace behind their army, allowing themselves time to judge what they'd be facing, if anything at all. In the background the thumping continued and eventually made itself known as a behemothic golem peaked over the hill they had previously stood upon, the golem had been just in case they required any kind of siege but it would more then likely join the battle at its own pace. Long after the wolf and his group would arrive at the scene to its own disappointing realization.




Rivers eyes widened and he gritted his teeth at the sudden appearance of the horde, a wolven man stood out to him and his sharp teeth bit through his bottom lip, blood dripping down his chin as he watched the plague of warriors,no,shadows, rush across the wastelands towards them and the group of young. Black Rabbit saw them just before he did and immediately pushed past the girl, Aizen suddenly behind her and gesturing to the crowd to take shelter in the booth, the various other guild members that had taken seats in their with him also amongst the crowd to help them in any way they could to be comfortable and more importantly safe inside the booth.

The Maze would suddenly begin to glow yellow, whaning and fading in and out of existence before shattering like illusionary glass, leaving the participants standing even more confused then they ever had been at the third sudden change they'd experienced in such a short amount of time, Rabbit wasted no time on politeness or frivolities and frantically brought the spear microphone to her lips and roared to the startled group as familiar golden portals opened up along a wide line behind the participants.

"All Participants, evacuate back to your worlds! The event has been called off, I repeat, evacuate to your own worlds! We are under attack and for your own safety you must return home!" The message was clear enough, but in case they had any white knights in the group she bit her lip and spoke into the microphone once more despite the obvious and blatant lie "We can handle everything here, step through the portals and leave this place!" she ordered before tearing the microphone from its place between the blades and running off to assist Aizen and the others in making sure those unable to fight were safe.

Before heading to stand at the base of the hill leading up to the mountain, her golden spear in one hand as she spread her legs and got into a fighting position. A yellow rune opening up below her and glowing brightly as Aizen and the various others joined her side, now they had the agonizing job of waiting for the husks to get close enough for an opportune charge.

River however wasn't going to let them do so alone, instead of retreating through the portals he rushed forward and stood by a woman garbed in a somewhat revealing red and gold cloth dress. She emenated a pinkish aura and gave him a serious nod and a nervous smile before bringing her arms in front of her in a cross to prepare her magic, eight pink arms flourishing behind her as she did so. River simply nodded in return and began his own preparations, his breathe coming out as frost and his shardic wings tearing through his back with a loud and painful rip that left him doubled over and groaning, however he had no time to rest and was helped up by a supporting hand from the woman beside him.

Once he stood upright he took the same position as the woman beside him,hoping it would help in some way as small crystals of ice began to prick through his skin and grow across his rapidly cooling body. His fiery red hair and eyes standing out from his now blueish skin, he grunted heavily and swept one hand out across the distant hill that sat around three quarters from where the hoard had begun, large pillars and sharp spines of Ice erupting and growing into a small forest-like crystalline wall between them and their foes.

The action earned him a grateful nod and even an encouraging thumbs up from a few of the guild members as he bent doubled over and huffing, others were too concentrated on preparation and gathering enough mana for the long-lasting fight they were assuredly heading into. However the wall would seem to become useful sooner rather then later at this rate.

The Plague had already reached the half-way point.


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As Ivan ran into a circular room he noticed a golden scroll positioned in the middle of the room. Held in place by a stone hand gripping tightly around it. "Too easy. Must be a trap." Ivan thought as he saw the scroll. And indeed it was, as just a moment later he was smacked against the floor by a massive stone serpents tail swipe. The serpent bore fangs, but seemed unable to close it's mouth as ti's jawline was one solid piece of rock wheras the joints of it's body were fractured. Ivan ran to the scroll trying to snag it without having to defeat the snake, but the stone hand gripped onto the scroll too tightly to remove it. The serpent swept it's tail again and as Ivan dodged it the tail slammed into the hand breaking off one of the fingers. "That would work, if only I could get that serpent to directly hit the stone hand." He dodged another swipe of it's tail as he moved between the stone hand and the serpent. The serpent now realising Ivan was within striking distance of it's head slammed headfirst into the stone hand as Ivan barely dodged the sharp fangs. The scroll was now loose from the hands grip and the snake had sunken one of it's fangs deep enough into the stone to get stuck. Ivan reached for the scroll and in a moment of lacking awareness he got smacked by the serpents tail again. He had the scroll, but he had a small cut on his arm and he was certain it would leave a nasty bruise mark later.

Recognising the sigil of the spool around which the scroll was wound he opened it in disbelieve that he was actually holding one of the scrolls which had been presumed to be lost centuries ago. "Unbelievable, to think that I'd ever see one of these. The lost scrolls of Malifice the thaumaturge. Ah, now I understand upon which basis he said that regular magic pales in front of T-energy mages. To even think that something like that is possible, the implications of this could be massive. To use T-energy crystals as a conduit to change energy and matter without a direct link."

He was still reading the scroll as the maze faded out of existance and the messeges from the Black Rabbit came through. The scroll too faded out of existance taking away Ivans ability to read beyond the basics he had read. It was a shame the scroll dissapeared, but more pressing matters were at hand. He looked up at the army of shades and beyond that the obvious leaders, and the lumbering giant in the back, as he listened to the second part of the Rabbit's announcement. He smirked as the lie hit his ears. "You shouldn't have said that, now I am forced to help. I wouldn't want my ancestors look down upon me and see me break my oath as a mage of the college. In life and in death, a mage should never abandon those who need his help." He thought as he saw the ice spikes raise from the ground. He then was pleasantly surprised by a blessing of fortitude from the demon he saw before. "I will apologise in advance as I will make use of your kind blessing in a less refined way." He said to the demon.

Then he turned the energy he gained from the blessing into a bolt of pure ice white lightning striking one of the shades from affar. He knew how to deal with the undead, and if one thing can tear through a horde of undead it was lightning charged with holy flames. The shade bursted into white flames and quickly ignited the ones next to him. It took four shades out in total as the rest gracefully avoided touching the white flames. It was a nice trick, but it didn't help all that much, especially since he couldn't replicate it without another blessing. Not even to mention that next time they won't lumber into one another as one catches flame.

Ivan knew his power alone was lacking, certainly in this rather unarmed state. But he could see an opportunity to deal another energy effective blow. He formed a cloud of T-energy crystal dust and let it float over the army. Out of the cloud rain began to fall, hitting the shades and making them soaking wet as they moved on. It would be a good set up for the demon in the front who had created those ice spikes. Maybe he could pick off a few of the soaked shades. Trowing another bolt of lightning or maybe a fireball would have been an option too, but at the range he was at it would be too inefficient, compared to the cloud. The previous bolt had only been so effective because of the holy flames, which ripps every shred of life out of the living dead that touch it.

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Pravus stepped through the dim hallways, the strange woman's corpse resting on his shoulders. Just as he was coming to a circular room the walls began to flicker. All the surfaces around him began to turn yellow as the entire facility disintegrated before him. He stood in a fairly spread out crowd of people, all contestants participating in the same challenge he was faced with. This radical change of scenery was this buildings most impressive capability yet in his eyes.
The ability to completely remove an entire building while leaving it's occupants where they last stood? Quite the magic indeed He mused before the new situation made itself more pertinent.

"All Participants, evacuate back to your worlds! The event has been called off, I repeat, evacuate to your own worlds! We are under attack and for your own safety you must return home!"

Another strange woman, this one sporting a pair of rabbit's ears, spoke into a microphone attached to a golden spear. He noticed the fine spear and began to wonder just what it was made of.
Depending on the material I may see to acquiring myself a weapon of similar make Pravus's mind dwelled on the topic of the spear no longer as a golden portal appeared behind him. Looking back he stared back at the portal that had just opened, contemplating a difficult choice. He could enter the portal and bury the body he was holding, being done with it and moving back onto the remaining people of his city. On the other hand he did not know whether or not the body would remain with him upon entering the portal.

"We can handle everything here, step through the portals and leave this place!"

Now that the rabbit woman mentioned it he turned to assess the threat. About a hundred shadow warriors clad in leather armor and armed with basic iron swords and wooden shields, some with helmets. At the back of their ranks stood six unique lieutenants and one who he assumed commanded the magically animated army charging his position. Judging by the lack of cohesiveness and the rather barbaric approach to the armies charge it became apparent to Pravus that these shadow warriors were rather green when it came to warfare. It stirred a sense of nostalgia in his mind and in his heart as he looked upon the the horde approaching them.

Memories of scarcely armored Ru'ulian barbarians charging their lines, their bodies painted with magical inks. He recalled the sound of their druids singing foreign magics, trees and various elements of the forest animating to fight alongside them. Watching the rabbit woman set up a magical circle around the other warriors while they marshalled their forces to her reminded him of his own shield and spear rows as they stood in tightly knit lines awaiting the inevitable clash. Seeing the various mages of the group casting their spells over the approaching enemies took his memory back to all those moments right before the engage when the imperial mages would cast their artillery magic, laying waste to the enemy with wide spread energy strikes before they got too close to their line, clearing a majority of the Ru'ulian's before they could even engage the shield wall. The impending battle that was to occur here woke the soldier within him.

Gently he set the dead woman's body on the cold stone floor. He reached up and closed her eyes before standing up straight again. "I will find time to bury you yet. I must stay and assist in the battle for now.
There will be plenty of bodies to bury on this day." He spoke to the cold corpse on the floor despite knowing that her soul could not hear him right now. With those words said to her he turned away from the dead and the portal before her to face
the oncoming shadows.

There was no way that he was going to back down from this fight. He lied to himself, telling himself that he was staying to bury the bodies of those that will die this day. He would bury the bodies, there was no doubt of that, but his reasons for why he was going ahead with this were much more personal. Being so reminiscent of his former battles he remembered the regret he felt for having always relied on the Empowerment Gems provided by the military. With those he was always a seasoned veteran with vastly superior skill and vigor to his enemies. He was never truly challenged as a result of this crutch he supported himself upon those twenty long years. He was going to prove himself. He was going to prove that he won all those battles because he was a skilled spear man, not because he was given a skilled spear man's experience artificially. Ultimately he was doing this to prove himself, not to anyone else but to himself.

The grim Grave Tender strode up to the group who stood within the yellow rune. He concluded that there was magic being used here to bolster each fighter for the fight. The strange alien looking woman had already used divine magic to bolster each of their fighter's fortitudes. He felt the power sooth his cold unfeeling flesh in a way only holy magic could as it toughened his body. He stood at the ready alongside the other fighters, taking a spear man stance with his shovel in place of an actual spear.

He was prepared to engage alongside the others when the enemy got into range. He could only hope that the apparent leader of these people, an old grizzled character not unlike many veterans back before the plague, had a battle plan more involved than just run at the enemy and hack until there's no more enemy. Without much forewarning a looming figure began to make it's presence known. A massive colossus was approaching at a leisurely pace. The shadow of the colossus was starting to grow across the field they were going to be fighting in. Behind his mysterious, unnerving mask the ends of Pravus's lips bent ever so slightly into a smirk.

Things are going to get interesting real soon.

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Kaula stood at the start of the maze. As the rest of the participants darted ahead, Kaula stood still. She closed her eyes as smokey black shadows swirled about her body. She had switched from her usual slim black leather backless dress for a tight black sleeveless fighter's tunic, her Veerynian spinal choker still firmly attached to her back, and some fighter's slacks.

She no longer looked like the Princess of Vee-Ryn but a fighter. Which shocked her father when he saw her before the match.

"You look...." The Demon Lord eyed his daughter. "Strong?" Kaula hopped. "Different." He stated and Kaula for a small moment wanted to hear his pride for her but no. Nothing. She'd given him a second chance for a moment and he blew it.

"Do not fail." He said as her ride awaited her. Kaula shook her head. "I don't fail." She said and walked off, ignoring the ride waiting for her. She wanted nothing more from him.

She had made her waytoward the recruitment center and some people looked shocked to see a Veerynian woman here, women of Vee-Ryn rarely fought, they were housemaidens if anything, so they thought.

She stood in the longest of lines but waited patiently. Finally at her turn, she was asked to state her name. "Kaula Vee-Ryn, Of Vee-Ryn City."

Everyone around her looked shocked as the realization of the Demon Princess stood before them, most looked on in distain. Kaula held her head high regardless, she knew her plans here involved nothing but the downfall of her father's reign.

Nothing would stand in her way.



The Shadows swirled around. her, then formed three black copies of her. The three shadow copies darted away, each other taking different routes through the maze and each time one succumb to a trap or a dead end, it would disappear relaying the information back to Kaula, until Kaula was able to simply walk through the maze.

About midway, Kaula heard the intercom and looked up.

"All Participants, evacuate to your worlds, the event have been called off. I repeat, evacuate to your own worlds. We are under attack. For your own safety, please return home!"

Kaula watched the Rabbit girl at the microphone and frowned.

She was not going home.

Not when she was so close.

"We can handle everything here,step through the portals and leave this place!"

Kaula then saw them. The horde of Shadow creatures, marching, attacking everything and everyone. They weren't Veerynian, they wouldn't be foolish enough to interrupt the Princess. This was not her father's doing, and so she would have not a problem with destorying them all. Kaula's body disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and reappeared in the midst of a large army march. Chaos was sure to follow as they were coming closer. It was then she noticed a familar figure as she looked around. Her eyes widened as the memory struck her.

"River!"