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River Saetyrix

An extremely laid back Incubus with the wit of a sarcastic feline.

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

Description

[Personal Detail]
Name: River Saetyrix
Nickname: Styx
Age: 800
Species: Fellan Incubus
Place of Birth: Blackthorn City
Relationship Status: Single
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Education: Home-schooled, Street Smarts


Personality:
River is an extremely laid back and kind individual, the latter a fact he hides behind a lazy and indifferent attitude towards everything aside from fighting, which he enjoys to no end, or so it seems. He goes out of his way to help individuals of any persuasion, be it animal or human, robot or living organism and usually passes off any form of reward with a passing wave. He is extremely sarcastic and even some-what rude or mean to those who seem to know him and those that rely on him which are few in number, as despite his flirty manner River is a relatively solitary person, reliant on only himself and content to live alone.

As all Incubus are, River is an incredible flirt and he's good at what he does. Seducing and flustering various beings of the opposite sex with his charms and gentle calming hand, a gift given to him by his father through genetics. A secondary gift to compliment the first was given to him by his mother, A Fellan or Half-animal being, that being an enhanced sense of nearly everything to the point where he has begun to train himself to read the mood and thoughts of others by their body's reactions and smell. The down-side of course being the red cat ears he hides flattened in his hair and the tail that he keeps in check beneath his jeans.

Instilled within him from birth is the absolute need to manipulate and seduce others to survive, a fact he is far too aware of in his current state, however he avoids it whenever possible and prefers to keep an even tempered and calm approach to all situations before beginning to head towards manipulation. Flirting however, is something he enjoys far too much to pass on.


Appearance:
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River stands at 5"8ft tall and has wild spiky red hair, several strands constantly hanging over his brow and his amber gold eyes. Attached to his neck is a red jewel-like choker, placed just above lengths of red and black striped cord that meet together in a snow-flake shaped symbol around his chest, before trailing off into two sealed ends. He is seen constantly wearing either a black or white V neck short sleeved shirt below an again either black or white jacket with matching fur-lining. The jacket is on his person no matter the weather and seems to hold some special meaning to him, whether its around his shoulders or simply carried in one of his hands as he travels.

His Lower-half is adorned with a pair of simple jeans kept to his waist by a black belt, a length of silver chain attached to his pocket, his shoes are classic black leather boots and give his feet the perfect grip he requires. Hidden amongst his person are various charms and silver jewelry, one more noticeable is the thick bracelet about his left wrist. In tandom with the charms are dozens of invisible tribal tattoo's that are only visible when he utilizes his abilities that by their placement and perfect symmetry are important to some form of ritual or religion.

Kept equally hidden to his charms are the pair of red cat ears and the lengthy tail that he strategically styles his hair to keep free from public eyes, the tail spread down his pant leg comfortably to make it far less obvious. However once he begins to take his true form as an Incubus to his dismay not much can hide his sudden growing resemblance to felines, nor the vast shardic ice wings that tear through the skin on his back and the blue runic horns that pierce his fore-head. Whilst he prefers to appear human, the changes that occur once he takes his true form barely seem to faze him during a battle, which is when they luckily make themselves the most apparent.


Strengths:
1:Level-headed
2:Manipulative
3:Loyal to a fault
4:Survivalist

Weaknesses:
1:Self Sacrificial
2:Solitary
3:Puppies
4:Fish

Likes:
1:Cute things
2:Animals
3:Combat
4:Cigarettes
5:Flirting

Dislikes:
1:His true form
2:Whiners and weaklings
3:Those who pretend to know him
4:Followers
5:Fish (Too many Instincts...reduces him to a mindless Kitten.)
Spoken Languages: Cat, English, Spanish, French, Basic Veerynian, Nordic, Druidic.
Theme Song: I will not bow (Contains Bleach Spoilers)


[Combat Section]
Powers: River possesses two sets of powers, one inherited from his parents and another learnt and studied constantly. The first being his Incubus nature, his nature gives him a set of Virus and Siphoning Based Magical Abilities, from a simple draining touch or kiss, to a moveable purple energy that drains he himself of life-force. The latter being extremely risky and difficult to use at his current level.

His second set of abilities is still magic based, and some-what relates to his Incubus status, he has magical control over Ice, that isn't to say he can summon it or anything of the like, to be more precise its control over water and the like. A magical skill which he has focused on the manipulation and creation of ice as he studied. Without water in the air or a source of water nearby its nearly impossible for him to utilize this ability, without drawing water out of the body of himself or a person nearby, a procedure which is risky and unpracticed at absolute best.

Technology: Technology wise he holds no great advantage, simply owning a touch phone and a music device he keeps on his person at all times.

Skills:
River has an uncanny tactical and leading mind, despite his lack of wish for the role he has a habit of leading small groups and gangs regardless of his laziness or constant rejection of the notion.
-Unnatural Manipulation and Persuasion
-Basic knowledge of Demon Lore and Garden secrets, despite living far from it.


[Back-story]
Father: Krasis Saetyrix
Mother: Nihlene Saetyrix
Connections and Affiliations: The Garden, Vee-Ryn.
History prior to The Garden:
River has lived out a large portion of his life in a torn apart city called Blackthorn, floating through space on a small chunk of what was left of a planet. Shielded and home-schooled by his parents until the day he turned 200, a long time to be kept hidden from the world. However they were right to do so, as immediately upon leaving his hidden home he joined various small gangs, fighters in the war against the City ruling Crime Syndicate, that is until the day he joined them. Simply fighting for the sake of fighting, helping those in need and getting in the way of his own Syndicates men to keep people safe. He was still hated and feared of course, but he had a philosophy "Fight the power, if you can't fight the power, become the power." and so he had done just that at the time.

Life changed as it does however and at such a young age, once his parents had left him to his own devices, disturbed and disgusted by his choice of actions after there teachings. He discovered The Garden, and inherently the Vee-Ryn family. Discovering a demon girl by the name of Kaula and finding her to be decent company as he became used to his new surroundings and the strange massive world, however it was to be short-lived, as after a mere 20 years he dissipated back to his own world to create havoc and attempt to fix it to be more like The Garden.

However this was not received well by The Syndicates leader, who banished him from the city, and in a city that spans the entire land-mass of your world aside from radioactive wastelands. To be banished was to die a slow and painful death, probably at the hands of the rebels who he had so often stopped from getting a leg up on his organization. However he managed to survive, if not barely, horribly sucking the life force out of those who barely managed to live as it was, coercing his way into bases, homes, hovels and camps alike just to scrape by, even as his ex-syndicate hunted him down. His "Friends" not hesitating to tear out his heart or burn him to pieces.

To him, his life was becoming barely worth living, and yet live he did, for the sake of all the lives he'd snuffed out prior for that exact purpose. Their souls resting on his shoulders and within his Black Incubus heart.

So begins...

River Saetyrix's Story

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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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"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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#, as written by Zalgo
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!"

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#, as written by Ankti
The stones before her turned a pale yellow and for a moment she thought she’d solved the puzzle. She had been sure some of the bricks were false, hiding a passage. But it didn’t make sense, nothing she’d yet done should have worked.

She ran her small, furry fingers over them and they changed again, looking more solid, then less. Finally they shattered without a sound or debris, and she touched only open air. It was not just the wall before that vanished, there was no maze, no walls, only the other creatures brought for the test.

All looked confused, many expecting ambush, other ready to attack. The rabbit woman’s voice sounded out, asking them to leave as doors appeared. Tiotio turned over the idea that this was just another test, but the rabbit’s voice was that of a commander before a battle, not something to be doubted.

The only thing that waited Tiotio through those doors was a long trek across the world to end up just where she was now. She’d wanted to learn of the Nameless, and they were here, under attack.

The leaders stood ready for battle, and a wall of ice went up between them and the approaching enemy. Around her contestants chose, many vanishing into doors. Those that stayed looked determined.

The army descended from a hill, giving the Nameless a clear view of what they faced. The Nameless would have an advantage, time to set up defenses and prepare while the enemy closed the distance.

Tiotio located the leaders at the rear of the horde, a strategically smart position, but one that lacked bravado. Either the leaders did not care to inspire their troops, or their troops were not in need of inspiration. She wondered if the walking mountain had anything to do with the armies apparent confidence.

She leapt into the air, using her staff for leverage as she crossed the ground that once contained the maze, making her way toward the Nameless who readied for battle. She vaulted over the top of the rabbit woman’s head and reached her hand down, playfully slapping at her pointed ear. Her feet hit the ground before them and she pushed off one more time, leaping to the top of one of the huge spikes of ice.

Her toes gripped the tip of the spike, so cold one would not be able to hold it without the kind of training Tiotio had been through, training that allowed one to ignore physical pain when concentration was necessary.

The warriors spread before her were unfamiliar in build, but quite familiar in type. They moved like a pack of revon-rats - vicious jungle creatures that attacked in huge numbers, overwhelming their prey. Any one could be killed with ease, but together they could bring down animals twenty times their size.

They reeked of death, but moved with purpose like the living. If she wanted to fight them she could either fight them one on one, or take a more agile defense, doing little damage to each, but distracting them long enough to give others chance to strike them.

From the spike she had a clear view of the leaders, and in any other situation besides impending battle she would have leapt across the field to investigate them closely. They were as fascinating, if not more so, than those who lead the Nameless. You could learn a great deal about a man from his enemy, and so her curiosity about the Nameless might be satisfied in the company of these newcomers.

She spun to look at those below her, the rabbit woman with her strange staff, the seasoned warrior who’d watched them so intently in the maze, and many of the contestants, coming to their kidnapper’s aid. She had no loyalty to them, but, it would be easier to fight with the Nameless. They seemed, at least, to want to new fighters.

So she waited, when the warriors broke their way through the ice, she would drop into their midsts and keep the attention of as many of them as possible so the others could strike killing blows.

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#, as written by Ritnio
She ended up ditching the rabbit to follow River once she realized he had left. Moving surprisingly fast for an apparent human, she managed to find River... but she also found herself in the same mess as River. In her rush she hadn't heard the announcement and simply assumed this was part of the trial.

Having no emotions had its benefits as she wasn't afraid of the massive amount of er...just what the hell ARE those things? That didn't matter, what did matter was coming out of this half-alive. She giggled at the self depreciating pun and drew her Roukanken.

All the lessons her Master taught her went through her head as she readied herself. She stopped her breathing completely and focused on nothing but her enemy. Her grey eyes narrowed. Her grip tightened.

The world around her seemed to just fade away as nothing was left but her and the hoard of shadows. And then, much to the surprise and horror of the others... She rushed forward the enemy, strange magic caused her sword to glow with a white aura. Not knowing nor caring what will happen to her, She continued her advance.

Just like the time in the forest, she heard her master's voice once more, "Just worry about doing what you yourself want to do."

She thought about what the hoard could do if they defeated her and the others. The chaos...the tragedy... She dismissed those thoughts. She would never let that happen. What she herself wanted to do was defend those who cannot do so themselves.

"As long as there are things I must protect behind me.... I will stand firm again, and hundreds of times more!"

She said this before drawing her Hakuroken. She came to a stop, halfway between the oncoming hoard and everybody else. She didn't care what happened to her. She would do everything in her power to stop them so that nobody else will have to suffer the way she did. Taking up the special stance taught to her by Master Youki, she was ready for her final lesson... Death.

"Master... please guide my blade"

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Time seemed to drag on as he walked through the maze that some cruel god had forsaken him to. What at first was extreme excitement quickly turned to regret, as it seemed no matter how many times Dan turned right he end up in the same spot. He contemplated changing his strategy, but he remembered the wise words of Chiara, "Right is the right way to go!" She was a reliable one that whore, shame she got murdered, also a shame for the murderer that Dan murdered him. Just as Dan began to think about just how it was he dispatched of that commoner that walls of the despicable maze began to dissipate and fade away into a yellow mist.

Orders to return to their own worlds were shouted by some adorable women with rabbit ears, Dan could have swore he recognized her, no matter. What was of importance was the appearance of large army of shadowy men, lumbering towards their location, people running past Dan towards the portals as the Rabbit women had told them to. However some also made their way to the side of what appeared to be the combatants of this army, offering whatever meager support they could muster up. "Well I suppose that wall of ice that just came out of no where is pretty helpful," Dan commented to himself as one of the meager supports showed some abilities that confused Dan a little bit.

Dan walked his way over to the allied army, he would have gladly gone back to his world where people COULDN'T create ice walls from no where, but unfortunately he did recall that he was fairly dead in that world. As he got in a line with a few other random people he avoided making eye contact with, Dan reached into the left breast pocket of his dress coat and yanked out the revolver he had left there. While he was by no means an expert marksman, most mobsters carried guns, and it proved helpful when he couldn't get close enough to others to use his fists or hat-sword. Dan grumbled loudly, "Who made this stupid ice wall, I want to engage in fisticuffs already! God damn it all," he decided to past the time by taking a cigarette he had in his right breast pocket and having a bit of it.

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#, as written by duramon
River looked around as others seemed to join the fray, a monkey woman even leaping onto his little forest and the young girl from earlier charging ahead and yelling something into the wind. He couldn't help but smile slightly, even as he staggered into an up right position and began to nearly trip over himself as he too shuffled into the fray, stopped by the calling of his name by a familiar demon he hadn't expected to see, his smile widened and he waved weakly
"Fancy seeing you here! It's been far too long, couple hundred years I believe, The catch up will have to wait! We have a horde of undead on our hands and not a lot of time, if we both make it out alive sign me up for a coffee and cake!" He half-joked as he stumbled past them quickly "I have no money, so you're paying!" He called over his shoulder teasingly as he carried on ahead. He could support in the back with his ice but to do that he needed energy, and the only place he was getting that was from the front-lines within the hordes of husks, and whilst the idea was idiotic and foolish in his current state. For an Incubus that was the only real option available to him other then siphoning the life away from his allies, a somewhat redundant and even more foolish idea considering he was attempting to help them.

By the time he had staggered to the first spine of ice, a flit of black caught his eye, leaving him to squint for a moment unsure whether or not he'd been seeing things until the dash of shadow appeared again. A lone husk sprinting through the spines ahead of the others with barely any equipment, it seemed to be a scout designed to test their capabilities and how jumpy they were, a sacrificial lamb and by the other flits and glimpses of black he saw from within the forest he was sure they had sent quite a few for that sole purpose. 'The husks may be smarter then they appear' he mused, pressing his back against the spine before weakly flinging his arm out as the husk sprinted towards him, his hand wrapping around its skull whilst his leg muscles pushed against the earth and in turn propelled the being into the ground barely hard enough to stun it for a moment. However it was all the time he required for in a second the Incubus was atop the husk, raising a fist and smashing it into the monsters face, black inky bloody splattering his hand and clothing as he raised his arm again this time pressing the limb against the things face.

River smirked, feeling the traces of a tormented soul flow into him, his veins sticking out through his skin and pumping the monstrosity's life force into his body, The Incubus's arm convulsing and the veins dancing along with the rich taste of energy until he finally released the husk. He could at least use some basic abilities and move around now, the husk's weren't exactly the most bountiful source he could have found but they would do until he could get something bigger. The Incubus raised a strong leg and smashed it down on the shriveled husks face, caving in the beings skull and splattering the same inky blood up his jean leg and leaving traces of the same blood on his cheeks which he quickly wiped away.

If this was their strength then they might just have a chance, or so he thought until he felt the first of the miasma touch the far off tree, the ground trembling with the rapid thumping of dozens of pairs of feet. The flits of black had turned into an all consuming wave of darkness, the scouts having already passed for the main force to determine their strength, the real battle was about to start and he thought back to his friend Rains words on a drunken night.

'Fighting is glorious, but war is simply a game of survival' and for the first time in his life, as the army neared the small force he would fight beside, he knew exactly what he had been talking about. Survival was the best they needed to hope for.


The Horde had arrived at The Nameless' front door step and The Officers strolled leisurely behind, all but one had not reached the spines yet, the disgusting twitchy rat having jumped and sprinted around until Apex finally allowed the rodent to go up ahead, his bells jingling in tune with his glee as he followed the army of husks. The rest would lag behind for now, they preferred more impressive and perhaps even honourable prey and Pestel and the black soldiers would more then likely be enough in their minds.


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Aera was seemingly over her head. If it weren't for the fact her ghost half can make relatively weak copies of her, she'd be still alive yes, but in a worse position. Each copy had roughly the same strength as a husk, more or less anyway. Her arms tired, she was bleeding badly but she continued on, determined to at least lessen the number of husks and thus lessen the damage they caused.
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To the naked eye, it seemed as if it was only her, surrounded by husks. However, to those who can sense or see spirits... They would see that the girl wasn't alone. 6 ghostly copies of the girl fought beside her. 6 was all Aera could control as she needed the remainder of her strength to fight. Her, her other half, and the 6 copies cut-off the second half of the hoard of husks. This was to buy as much time as possible for the others below. She wanted to hold back some of the oposing forces to allow them to recuperate, for the real enemy drew near.

Thoughts of self doubt began to cloud her mind as she fought her losing battle. Thoughts of being incapable of accomplishing her goal. Thoughts of letting everybody down because she was too weak. Her cut was no longer clean, but jagged as she became distracted by fear and doubt.

"Why...Why am I fighting such a losing battle? I had the chance to flee but I didn't...I thought I could be of some use... But I have barely done anything useful. Their number hasn't decreased at all and there is still more of them. I'm a failure.... I have shamed you Master...for this is a battle which I cannot win..."

"Maybe, but don't you realize those are the only kind worth fighting for? However, you will only lose to your enemy if you first lose to yourself. Your determination, your will, and most importantly, those who you are fighting for. Those are what will allow you to prevail, losing battle or not. As long as you keep in mind who it is you are fighting to protect and why it is you are doing so for them, then nothing can stand in your way."

Those were the last words her Master ever spoke to her before his disappearance. That's it! That was the lesson he left her to learn! He never left because she wasn't good enough, he left because he had nothing more to teach her. His final lesson was to overcome the self-doubt within herself.

Aera smiled at the realization. She was no longer tired, no longer in pain, no longer in doubt. She gripped her swords tightly and fought with newly found determination. Her copies were destroyed but herself and other half continued to fight. Whereas before they had barely put a dent in the population of the husks, their number was now dwindling fast. (Her half anyway)

It felt as though her Master was there, by her side. She felt stronger and more confident. She ignored all pain and injury, there was still a knife in her lower left leg from a while ago but she remained oblivious to it. The only thing that mattered to her was defeating the current enemy.

Her energy was waning from sustaining large amounts of damage, losing plenty of blood and nearly exhausting her life force by summoning those copies. Some husks managed to get by her but those which did not were no more. After defeating as many husks as she could, she did not rest. Instead she prepared to fight the officers which were slowly making their way to her position. Knowing she would probably not make it out alive she went to go make the first strike but passed out from fatigue and blood loss. Her swords clattered to the ground and her blood stained the soil and mixed with the blood of the husks. Everything had just gone black. Panicking that its physical body had just collapsed and was no longer conscious, the ghostly half of Aera was desperately trying to put up a barrier to protect its body and itself but to no avail.

All hope had seemed lost as her body lay un-moving and face down in the dirt, at the mercy of whoever found her body.

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"Fancy seeing you here! It's been far too long, couple hundred years I believe, The catch up will have to wait! We have a horde of undead on our hands and not a lot of time, if we both make it out alive sign me up for a coffee and cake!" River said after a meek wave. Kaula rushed over to his side. " I have no money, so you're paying." He said moving ahead. " You are still as impossible as ever, River, Must you jest." She said and soon, the undead creatures were upon them.

Kaula watched as they used abilities similar to hers. She smirked.

"Amateurs..." She sneered and disappeared in a plump of smoke. She then reappeared behind one of the creatures, sent a sharpened shadow tendrils through it's back and then in the same fluid motion, she sliced it's head clean off. She looked around for more to as she took a stance beside River. So far, he was the only person she knew and mildy trusted, maybe if she stuck close enough, he could lead her to the Nameless and subsequently Aizen.


(Sorry it's so short ._.)

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#, as written by Zalgo
Pravus stood firm as the forces engaged the Nameless's line. These shadow beings wear armor, carry shields. They care about whether they live or die, if only to kill more later or perhaps they may actually value their own lives I cannot tell. All that matters is that they do. Perhaps, just maybe, I can get the upper hand if not through strength then through superior technique and tactics. His mind raced, plotting his strategy for the eminent clash.

His attention was drawn by a particular swordswoman who rushed past the front line and stood against the masses of unnatural barbarians. Her bravery could not be faulted, even if it was ill advised. What drew his attention more than anything else however was her spirit. Her spirit lived separate from her body and yet both operated fine apart yet tethered somehow. Using her own energy she spawned six ghostly copies of herself, an interesting application of such strange spiritual magic. As she engaged her foes however his concern was ripped away by his attackers efforts.

He took a step back, just out of range of a wild thrust from one of these strange shadow warrior's longsword. Using his attackers wild rush against him he thrust the head of his shovel forth, piercing through it's throat all the way to it's spine. His foe could only stagger back and fall, gurgling black ichor from the wide slice taken out of it's neck. As the ones behind it were halted by the collapsing body of one of their friends he took that time to take out the enemies engaging the rag-tag crew of entities for which he was fighting for, specifically the one's directly next to him. Their armor is minimal. They wear leather to guard their torso's and helms to shield their skulls but their arms, their legs and their necks are wide open. I need not kill my enemies when it is faster to cripple them for others to finish off. He planned it all out. He swung his shovel in two exaggerated sweeping cuts in the form of an X, chopping directly through two legs leaving only one leg for each of the two shadows. They collapsed to the ground like trees felled by an axe, struggling to try and continue fighting from their prone positions only to be easily dispatched by his fellow Nameless.


Now his enemies were struggling to reach him over the bodies of their fallen comrades. The time it was taking them to try and pass without tripping or getting their feet caught on something was more than long enough for him to cut them down, adding another body to what was quickly becoming an effective barrier from the direction his foes were charging him from. As the chaos of the combat broiled on he noticed the significant effort of the blade wielding girl as she held off a large portion of the attacking force, diverting them from the main assault. As she fought on though the fatigue of combat was beginning to show quite clearly in her technique. Her cuts started to become sloppy, her stance wavering. Towards the later portion of her battle she made one last ditch effort, showing a modicum of skill return as she finally cut through the majority of her opposition. At long last however she ran ahead only to collapse. She and her spirit companion were left to the mercy of the battlefield.

He would not normally abandon a strong position to rescue a soldier who in their own right deserved to die for their foolishness but she was a unique case. In all his life there were very few people who could actually interact with spirits like he could and the people who could often used dubious magic to accomplish such feats. Whether or not she accomplished this bizarre symbiotic condition with her own spirit with spiritual magic was a question he would need to ask later. All he could do now was go and defend her incapacitated body for her spirit. It was not the wisest tactic in such harrowing times but he felt it would be tragic to let such a rare development simply die in the field of battle along with the rest of them.


Disengaging from the wall of oncoming shadows he sprinted around the line, coming to the swordwoman's aid with great haste. He arrived just in time as five shadow warrior's had strayed from the main body, a couple after him and the others out to finish off the girl. He noticed that one of his pursuers was somewhat faster than the other, a detail he could take advantage of. In a fluid sweeping motion Pravus swung his shovel in a full circle around him, taking the first warrior off guard as it is difficult to keep one's defense up at a full sprint. The shovel decapitated the first warrior without pause. He stepped back, watching to see what the other pursuing shadow would do. In a rather aerial display the second warrior used the body as a ramp, jumping off of it into the air in an attempt to come down Pravus blade first.

Flashy but ultimately doomed. Pravus stabbed his shovel upwards into the falling shadow, stabbing into it's guts. Before it's momentum was finished however he used the speed of the warrior's jump, pushing it's body along a set path using his shovel and guided it's trajectory directly into the group of three shadows just ahead of him. The body collapsed upon them just as they were about to drive their sword down into the swordswoman's body, knocking the three down and trapping them temporarily beneath their fallen brethren. After that all Pravus had left to do there was quickly walk about them, decapitating each one with a swift chop of his shovel.

With that business out of the way he approached the fallen body of the swordswoman and the spirit guarding her however it could. He couldn't help her right now while the battle was still in full motion, he would only get attacked as he tried to patch her wounds. The only thing he could do was to move her body out of the way before rejoining the ranks of Nameless once again. There was the matter of her spirit protector first. He would not wish to upset it by taking it's body away without it's consent. He was about to speak to it when he caught a glance of what this young swordswoman was trying for. While the rest of this armies leaders strode leisurely onto the battle field there was one that was joining into the back ranks of the shadow army, quickly trying to makes it's way forward.


This creature was a most repugnant beast indeed. It's state of appearance told well enough about it but he could see beyond the simple visage of a plagued rat. The black finger marks of disease coated it's body like war paint, similar to the touch of the evil spirits which ended his world. This being was something that in Pravus's eyes should not be. The fact that a living being would willingly spread plagues to others out of malice or worse, enjoyment, filled his heart with an anger he didn't even know he could possess. The fact this sick perversion of nature still drew breath infuriated him.

Despite the plague rat's presence he still had the body with the strange spirit to attend to. He was torn, divided between his desire to end the rat's life and bury it's lifeless corpse so that it may hurt no one anymore and his duty to attend to the needs of the spirits. He was caught, trapped between desire and responsibility. It was an agonizing choice as choosing either option would lead to a biting, unfulfilled anger. In the end, he could only choose one.

He chose his duty over his hatred. No matter how horrible a creature that rat may be it would not tempt him to forsake a spirit in need. He turned back to the fallen swordswoman's spirit, looking straight into it's eyes through the cold glass lenses in his mask. "Spirit, I ask you this. May I move this body of yours into safety?" His deep, stern voice echoed in his mask. Though muffled slightly by his long beaked mask the meaning of his words came through clearly.

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#, as written by duramon
The masked man barely reacted to any of it, waiting for her rambling to eventually stop and for her to sober up and realize her situation. To ask the right questions, and finally she did after becoming uncomfortably close to him and so he was finally able to speak.

"The Who does not concern you, You may call me...Apocalys. As for why I want the information and why I want it from you in particular. You have the connections I require and the skills I need, of course you also have the perfect set of...morals, for the job. As for why you should help me I'll make it simple." He stated, vanishing into a black cloud and re-appearing in the seat on the opposite end of the table "I can give you anything you want, anything you desire, and all for doing what you already do. If that's not enough then I can offer you an extra prize for you to claim yourself, someone or perhaps even, something." He said with a light click of his tongue beneath the mask, grinning ever wider as he continued with the deal.

The table in front of him rippled, pushing the case slightly as the center began to bubble until a small black orb sprung forth, reflecting the emptiness and the pair in its shining surface. The material slowly hazed until finally an image appeared, a glimpse of things to come. An attractive and strangely familiar man pressed against an ice spine, his shardic wings twitching and his fiery red hair blowing in the breeze to waft over his determined golden eyes, eyes that held a soft center and a certain warmth. However the image was betrayed as the soft and calm man, lashed out at a black monster, its blood splattering his clothing and its life-force draining into the mans body in gruesome detail before he literally stomped out whatever un-life it had. The calmness returned and the warmth along with it, he was the flip of the coin that landed on its side, both sides exposed for the world to see.

"River, he is an Incubus and one of the many new recruits of The Nameless. I'd like you to keep him immersed and distracted, he is nothing special however I believe Apex would appreciate not having to deal with his kind, and River himself would benefit from not focusing upon the cruel wolf." He stated, assuming she wasn't listening properly he was going to make sure he got his point across. The man stood from his seat and brought up a hand, his red eyes glowing fiercely as he tore the mask from his face to reveal his razor-sharp teeth spread in a Cheshire grin, the white emptiness replaced by a cold and foreboding storm that seemed to stretch across eternity.

"In short, I'd like you to conquer him, make him your puppet." His droning and horrifying voice called, without the mask his voice seemed to reach every corner of the soul, planting its seed of fear and sending chills through every corner of a being. A million whispers of tortured and corrupted souls echoing with every sound that exited his invisible lips, his sharp teeth the only thing visible aside from his eyes and perfectly matching to the biting feel that accompanied the rest.

"If you accept my offer, be here at the exact time specified. I will show you the true art of manipulation." He called once more, turning abruptly and pushing the mask back onto his face as he simply began to move away and fade into the whiteness. A parchment appeared on the table and a heavy tavern door thumped into existence behind Keres, the choice was hers.


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The parchment showed a simple picture of The Nameless wastes, spires of ice and a blot of black shadows assaulting a row of defending beings. In the distance she would see her own comrades and at the front of the ice spires Pestel could be seen spreading disease to the already ruined land. Underneath the picture was printed a simple instruction for her timed entrance "Arrive at the moment they appear the weakest." it instructed, Apocalys loved speaking in riddles it seemed.


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#, as written by Layla
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In These Shoes

"There's nothing quite as satisfying as knowing the world is crazier than you are."


The Night Before

It was true, then, the more attractive someone was, the more insane they were. She gawked at the spot her intruder had stood moments before, even as the tavern emerged from the darkness and flooded her senses with shouts and the clashing of beer mugs. It was as if the conversation had never happened and time had not stopped. Keres very nearly believed it, until she turned around to find the inky sprawl of instructions on a piece of smooth parchment.

There was nothing quite like realising the world was crazier than you were.

The man, no, creature was not Mad Hatter at all but the Cheshire cat. If she were not so utterly intoxicated, she might've quaked with fear and fainted. She wish she'd fainted, her body felt as if it were made of lead and her skull filled with nails and daggers. Having been in the business of deception and trade for so long, she knew that beneath his lavish offers of gold and wishes was a violent threat. After all, every castle had its pillars.

Gold eyes bore into her mind through a mess of crimson hair so like her own irises. He was stunning, no doubt, but his brutality and the way Apex's creatures had betrayed their life to him, frightening if she'd been anybody else. Of course her assignment would be to deceive the monster, such was her luck, after all. Indeed Keres should've been named Keres the Cursed, rather than Keres the Desired. Her parents had been right, after all, in naming her after the Greek spirits of death. She had to admit, however, that the task, cursed as it may be, intrigued her, or rather, the red haired Incubus did. It would be a challenge to outplay a Sex God at his own game. She had never been with an Incubus before and this would tick another creature off her list. She would prove to herself that she was the greatest of all liars to have ever lived.

Keres grasped the edges of the parchment with slim fingers, gently, as to not leave so much as a dent or a smudge on the paper. Then she closed her eyes, and with a sigh, ripped the thing to pieces.





The Present

They were determined, if nothing else.

Pestel stumbled through the fields of ice and bodies, seeking his dinner in a buffet of delicious, powerful recruits. He destroyed everything in his path, leaving nothing untouched. The path behind him lay in ruin and still he charged, flinging his garbage aside as if he believed he were a princess ballerina in need of a twirl to spread his glitter. Pestel was nuts, unreasonable and the most disgusting creature she'd ever laid eyes on, but still he was wholly entertaining to watch, she would give him that. Keres wondered what the Nameless contenders would think if they realised he was only playing halfheartedly.

Husks fell in bloody heaps but still more came in waves that crashed through the havoc like an oil spill. Pravus the Grave Tender and Ivan Witherbane crouched over the frail swords woman, Aera Kirishima, protecting her. She'd done her research for Apex Flood, her guild master, and now for Apocalyse, the creepy talking object who forgot the P in his name. Connections and knowledge of everyone was her specialty, after all. Now she watched her guild's army of husks attack the meagre number of unprepared and mismatched Nameless recruits. If this was all Aizen could find, it was no wonder the majority of her entourage hadn't even bothered to show up. They most likely found this lot unworthy and Keres was hard pressed to disagree. Yet one never knew, it was the underestimated who most often surprised you.

She crouched atop the ice spires, the bend and crooks of the criss-crossing structures shielding her from view. Much of her attention was devoted to the fury of crimson gold that moved almost too quickly for her human eyes to follow, enhanced or otherwise. He was a force to be reckoned with, his power great, his thirst for blood strong and his eyes wild. Having been watching him for some time and gathered whatever she could, she knew he was astoundingly charming as well as brutal. A small smile flirted the corners of her lips. Her conquering of the Incubus would be fun indeed.

Keres spared the horizon a glance. Apex stood not far from the battle - or massacre, more like it - she was sure. She'd proposed to him her assimilation into the Nameless shortly after her meeting with the Mad Cheshire. He'd frowned when she'd suggested feigning innocence and a lack of affiliation with his crew so that she may earn the trust and know the secrets of the Nameless. He'd merely stared at her in the unhappy way he did, frowning as he always seemed to do, and then he'd bobbed his head, a nearly imperceptible nod. She would've mixed it had she not been so attuned to every flutter of his eyelash and twitch of his finger. It was vital to stay alert and aware when one worked for a tyrant and was the only mortal human in the company of psychotic demons and slabs of heartless metal.

She hovered now near River and with a minuscule shift in her careful stance, let the wind to brush its fingers across her silver hair and allow for a mere glimpse of it. She released her suffocating grasp on the magic that pulled demons toward her like moths to a flame and sighed as the shivering pain dulled to a throbbing ache. Her skull pulsed with the migraine she'd received from withholding the power of the elves' and at once she was visible. No, not just visible, brilliant. She was a pulsing beacon, a supernova, for the inhuman.

The husks nearest to her spun around immediately, charging at her with a fervour triple that of what they devoted to their true enemies. She inhaled a deep breath and allowed for their slick grips to pull at her limbs. It was easier than she would admit to allow her body to slacken so that they could do what they may. They her pulled down from the ice spires, their movements jerky and desperate. Their lack of will made them weak to her magnetism and they craved her like lungs did air.

Keres spared River a glance and for a billionth of a blink, her blood red irises and his of molten gold, met, and then the pools of darkness burrowed into her skin and Keres released an ear-splitting scream.

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#, as written by Ankti
It was all too exciting. The flurry of battle and the dedication of the warriors. Tiotio’s plan to join the fight vanished from her mind as she was consumed with the scene before her. The ghost girl’s sword cut down more of the enemy than should be possible for such a small thing, and the beak mask made a mound of those he felled.

She had never seen fighting on this scale. She had fought, and killed, but almost always alone, always against handful of opponents. The organic flow of the battle hypnotized her into a meditative state. The battle was a living being, made up of individuals who could not see their part in the whole. The enemy leaders stood back, not fighting, but as much a part of the fight as any, ready to strike forward. Only the diseased rat joined his troops, disturbing his own men in his fervor to clash with the Nameless.

When the ghost girl fell Tiotio’s trance ended. That had been one of her presumptive allies. The girl had been fighting to protect Tiotio as much as anyone, and now she was fallen.

She leapt high in the air, off the ice spikes and down into the fray. The first soldier she landed on was too startled to put up a defence, and she thrust her bo down, driving him to the ground. She hopped off and brought the bo around, striking at the neck. She knew he was dead by the satisfying crunch of bones breaking. Her bo, now covered in a blackish-red pulp swung and struck as she leapt through the soldiers, dealing no more killing blows, but crippling legs and arms.

The blast of heat that shot out from one of the recruits singed her left arm, the arm that still bleed from the dwarf’s acid. The rat shrunk back from the fire, but it’s jaws were still split in a wide grin, drool and vile liquid dripping from lip and fange.

“Put the fire down!” She screamed, not bothering to see if the man responded as she leapt in the air.

She pulled a vial of the dwarf’s acid from her sack and landed on the rat’s shoulders, willing her feet to stay planted on such a grotesque form. She thrust the vial into one bulbous eye and slammed the bo down after it.

She used the force of her attack to propel herself away and land back on the ground.

A light, or a fire, maybe another magic door, shone so bright it distracted all, and heads turned to the forest of ice. It was a woman, and the enemy flocked to her, ignoring the battle. A scream rang out, not pain, or anger, so loud it made the cacophony of battle seem a quiet whisper.

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