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Tiotio

"Do not seek for the truth, only stop having an opinion."

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

Description

Race: Vanara
Age: 20 (teenager for Vanara)
Alignment: neutral

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Name: Tiotio

Appearance:
Vanara stand slightly smaller than a human, and like many monkeys, use their tails as dexterously as their hands. Thick black fur covers Tiotio’s whole body. When she lived only with other Vanara she never thought to dress in more than a simple robe. Once she struck out on her own and encountered endless varieties of fashions, she adopted clothing of a culture she respected. The monks she idolized wore clothes almost as simple as Vanaran robes, but they were brighter in color, and accented with woven patterns and beads.
Many, even other Vanara, have difficulty knowing at first glance if Tiotio is male or female. She never takes offense to this, and rarely bothers to correct the error.
She carries little with her, one small bag and her bo. Anything more would seem excessive to her, unnecessary.

Spoken Languages: Vanara, Common, Simple communication with a variety of animals
Weapons: Bare handed, Bo Staff
Powers: Controlled bursts of air
Technology: None
Skill: Acrobatics, climbing

Backstory:
The dense jungles of the easter Garden are full of endless diversity. Spending all her childhood movings through the trees with her nomadic tribe, Tiotio still only encountered a fraction of the species that lives around her. Maybe as a result of these surroundings, she accepts change and novelty without question. New shapes, new forms, new cultures or creatures are not surprising or unsettling to her. She accepts what she sees a part of the natural world, and rarely ask the questions ‘why’ or ‘how.’
This acceptance does not rob her of curiosity, quite the opposite, she likes to hunt out new experiences, different cultures.
Vanara lived closer to the canopy than other species, and Tiotio spent many days looking over the tops of the trees to the distant stalks that reached up into the sky, dotted with strange forms. She wondered what moved between these stalks.
Quite out of the blue she announced to her family that she would leave the tribe and make for those stalks. They were not as accepting of change as she, and protested, insisting that it would be too dangerous. They knew nothing of the world outside their vast jungle.
A compromise was struck, if she studied for three years with a warrior, learned skills to protect herself, she could travel wherever she wished. Neither she or her family could imagine that there was anything, in their jungle or beyond, that could not be fought with a quick reflexes and a bo staff.
After her long trek to the towering mushrooms, Tiotio learned just how sheltered she had been. Magic, technology, genetic manipulation; each thing was more fascinating than the next, and each presented new dangers. In Terralis she also found a new fight master, one who taught her how to take the stances she already knew and extent them out from herself, creating gusts of wind that could strike an enemy from a short distance.
She learned of the Nameless and its mission. The possibility of it, the chance for something unlike the other guilds, something yet unseen in the Garden, drew her curiously, and she set out again, intent on learning all she could about this guild, and maybe joining it.

So begins...

Tiotio's Story

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The journey had been pleasant so far. Three days outsides the city the landscaped changed to a vast expanse of grass covered hills. The grass was soft and sweet. She plucked green blades and chewed them as she slowly made her way across the land.

In the city they’d told her she was crazy when she asked directions to the Nameless lands and told them she intended to walk. Guides had told her over and over again that such a journey could take months on foot, maybe longer. They repeated it so many times she wondered if they thought she was too dumb to understand. But she understood perfectly, and saw no harm in spending so long exploring the lands of the Gardens.

A week out from the city she encountered a herd of lumbering animals so large she could not see the end of it. Rather than go around she walked through the middle, petting the four-legged things as they grazed happily. Some looked at her with simple thoughts of welcoming, though others were more disturbed to see a foreign creature among them. She responded to them with calming thoughts, conveying that she meant no harm.

As the day wore on she hungered and stopped for a meal. She took a seat next to an animal that rested its belly on the cool ground. She ate dried fish from her pack and watched the clouds move across the sky.

She saw something high above, and thought it to be a bird. But as it got closer, falling directly to where she sat, it became clear that it was something else. She lifted to her feet and stepped lightly out of the way as it landed in dent she’d made in the grass.

It was an envelope, the paper thick and cream colored, with a unfamiliar symbol emblazoned on it.

She looked up to the animal and asked, “Does that happen often around here?”

The animal was too sleepy to give any true response.

She cocked her head at the envelop and bent over to lift it. The instant her furry fingers touched the paper the world around her turned a bright white. The grass, the herd, all of it vanished and she was somewhere completely new.

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The surrounding were interesting, but not of immediate interest to Tiotio. Much more interesting were the people. Many looked bewildered to be here, no more at home in this new place than she. Somewhere afraid, others only confused. They waited silently, as if expecting something.
But one stood confidently, very at ease with the scene before her. It only made sense that this was her place, or that at least, she was familiar with it.

“Excuse me, rabbit woman, who are you? And what is this place?"

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Character Portrait: Wayland "Brimstone" Smith Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane

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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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Character Portrait: Wayland "Brimstone" Smith Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio

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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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A dwarf ran ahead of her, faster than seemed possible given his short legs. He vanished down a bend to the left. Tiotio kept moving forward, casting an eye after the dwarf, but the squat man was gone from view.

The hall bent to the right, and as the wall curved a huge, sprawling form came into view. It looked like a tree, but made of some inky black matter. It filled the hallway, blocking passage, the limbs seeming to grip into the wall. The branches and leaves swayed as if blow by a breeze Tiotio could not feel.

She slowed to a stop and tilted her head at it. It had no odor, and made no sound. It might have been made completely of shadow, but she knew too little of magics to know if that was really the case. She gripped her bo loosely in both hands, moving into an attack poster. Twisting the bo around, spinning on her feet, she summoned a pillar of air and forced it up into the branches of the tree.

Not a single leaf fluttered in response. She walked closer, carefully reaching her bo to it. The moment the wooden staff made contact with the blackness, a powerful force tried to rend the weapon from her hand. She spun away, ripping the bo free. Small drops of the blackness came with it; they shook loose as she waved the bo, and drifted back across the hall to reform with the tree.

There was a strange thwack and a crash rang out beside her, glass and a yellow liquid burst across the ground. Where the liquid touch the tree the blackness vanished.

She looked behind her to see the dwarf, armed with a crossbow.

“You figured it out,” she smiled.

“I was aiming for you.”

The crossbow fired again, but instead of a blot, a round vial of yellow liquid flew toward her. Tiotio pushed off with her bo, launching herself at the dwarf and landing on his shoulders, her dexterous toes gripping into the fabric of his coat.

He spun wildly, trying to shake her loose. She brought the end of the bo down, striking him hard directly between the eyes. He stumbled, then fell to the ground. She leapt away, knocking the crossbow from his hands and she landed.

Behind her the yellow liquid was eating a hole in the trunk of the tree, exposing a hallway, and a rounded room beyond.

The dwarf had many more vials dangling from his belt. She reached for them, but did not see in time his hand come up and smash into her left arm. Scalding pain blinded her for a heartbeat and she shrieked a high pitched cry that echoed through the halls. The yellow liquid dripped down her arm, but after the initial shock, she ignored the pain.

She brought the bo around and stuck the dwarf again, this time in the temple. There was a dull thud, and his body went limp. She took the vials from his waist and put all but one in her sack. The last she threw at the tree to widen the opening. She pulled a green scarf from his neck and used it to bandage her arm.

Before she passed through the gap in the middle of the shadow tree, she heard a whoosh and turned to see the an empty hallway, the dwarf’s body nowhere to be seen.

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Character Portrait: Wayland "Brimstone" Smith Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Dan Breeze Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender

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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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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Dan Breeze Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Dan Breeze Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender

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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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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Dan Breeze Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender

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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.

The setting changes from phyrexian-grassland to The Garden

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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.

The setting changes from the-garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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#, as written by duramon
Pestel


Pestel had been happily spreading his plague, dancing about and chittering with glee at all the new things to corrupt. Until someone started trying to roast him alive, he was not happy with being rat stew and before he could swear profoundly at the attacker a Monkey Woman! landed on his shoulder and threw acid into his eye with a big stick, Pestel was anything but happy! Luckily for him he had tricks of his own and a gleeful grin returned to his disgusting features, his clothes had been charred and burnt but the fire had stopped and simply revealed his mottled and even more disturbing skin beneath the items of clothing.

He had received no damage from the acid, nor the bo, nor the flames. Most would assume that the great golem or the man in armour were the hardest to kill but they were always wrong, he thought of himself as Rumpelstiltskin, nobody could guess his name in a thousand years. Pestel was the king of resistance!, his body weathered and scarred and disease ridden to the point of making him immune to all but few attacks. The flames had diverted around him at the call of various gases to repel the magical burn, the acid simply dripped harmlessly through his fur and cleansed from his eye by the rub of a grotesque furry paw that left behind smudges of green and black sludge around the rims of his source of vision.

The Plague rat jumped excitedly from one foot to the other and stuck his tongue out from between what few gnawing and holed teeth remained in his maw. Bells jingled loudly to announce his excitement and no doubt the other officers were cringing and sighing as the announcement reached them, Pestel finally stopped jigging for a split moment and raised his large glowing mace up in front of him with a grin, a sudden flux of gases tearing off what remained of his clothing and leaving behind only the fur, his chest shown to be covered in parasites, fungi, and bugs of all kind.

"Ba-Boom!" He squealed with glee, The latter rushing forth in swarms of thousands at his beck and call creating a torrent of plague carrying minions that burst towards his enemy not in a dissimilar pattern to his opponents flaming attack, a smell akin to petroleum gas hung atop the insects combined with the scent of death wafting from their master and themselves. Those insects who could not fly into the torrential storm of pestilence swarmed the ground and trudged along in an organized way not unlike the perfect army. Soldiers sorted into ranks and divisions and placed into groups of twenty or so.

Meanwhile the Rat stood in the background and hopped around from foot to foot, dancing, twirling and waving his mace like a conductors tool to direct his attack with ruthless and yet insane efficiency. He hummed a tune to himself as he danced and twirled, flicking sludge and disease across the surrounding area while he enjoyed his little show.

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender

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#, as written by Ritnio
"Y-You are on my s-side? T-Thank you mister, my name is Myon. I am Mistress Aera's soul. I do not think I could have defended Mistress Aera by myself. I-I was afraid at first as you give off the same aura as them. Please assist Mistress. I'm incapable of lifting her. If you find yourself in danger, don't play hero though, just put Mistress down and save yourself. It isn't the first time she and I have died in battle. Hm? HYAAA! A-A RAT!?"

The spirit by the name of Myon spoke in a kind manner and was pleased and relieved that somebody came to help her and Aera. She smiled and talked before seeing the rat and giving such a shrill scream that would put a Banshee's to shame. Myon, apparently, is quite different from her Mistress. She is deathly scared of rats, is very girly, and above all, she is kind and never lies.

On the other hand, she is very weak in comparison but she is the magic half of the pair so it only makes sense. If the physical body (Aera) loses consciousness then Myon can still be active. However, if Myon passes out... so does Aera.

Going back to the rat... Myon began hiding behind the shovel-wielding warrior in fear of the rat. Unlike the copies she can create, Myon can touch other solid matter with the exception of her Mistress. Her Mistress can touch her though. Myon clung to the shoulders of the warrior practically begging him to hurry along.

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender

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Seriene cursed to herself as she saw the plague riddled creatures rise up at the beck of the diseased rodent. She looked about herself, trying to figure out where she could get a better line of sight to start casting to keep this small, seemingly ragtag army on their feet and fighting for as long as she can.
She dashed about the crowd as quickly as she could, failing to actually find a particularly elevated patch of ground close enough to the field of battle to be able to cast anything.
The priest looked about before finding a rather broad shouldered tall individual, resembling a... Well an ogre, much to her despair. She swallowed her nerves and marched up to the bulky creature, patting it on the side and causing it to look down at her.
After much wild gesturing and confused yelling at each other in different languages she found herself standing on the ogre beast's shoulders, wobbling slightly but having an excellent field of view.

Seeing the swarm of filth charging down on the front line she steeled herself and charged a spell, shouting a word "Fortuitous!" across the field of battle, a halo of silvery light surrounding the army for a moment before vanishing, her unlikely allies being filled with increased fortitude, their skin and flesh hardening for battle.
Muttering a long drawn out prayer she began to spam shields along the front line, bubbles of holy light engulfing them as well as a halo of brilliant light, giving them the speed and defense to hold the first onslaught at least.

A bead of sweat rolled down Seriene's brow as she poured her energies into the prayers and spells, her breath still steady but the strain starting to spark in her mind, her body already mostly exhausted from the battle she'd already been in, she didn't know how long she would last but she would do what she could, as long as she could.

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#, as written by Zalgo
"Y-You are on my s-side? T-Thank you mister, my name is Myon. I am Mistress Aera's soul. I do not think I could have defended Mistress Aera by myself. I-I was afraid at first as you give off the same aura as them."

Pravus's shadow cast over them, he listened to Myon's words with great focus. He managed to shut out a strange shrill scream which had echoed out from behind him. He was mildly impressed that she could tell his similarity to the shadow warriors currently doing battle a short ways off from them, just far enough that they were somewhat out of the general melee. Even still, none of this was far off from the general far he has had when dealing with spirits.

"Please assist Mistress. I'm incapable of lifting her. If you find yourself in danger, don't play hero though, just put Mistress down and save yourself. It isn't the first time she and I have died in battle."

He had no intention of letting the spirit's mortal half die out of self preservation. He would perform his duty until his death. Torch Bringer only knows he's been due for one for a long time now. He was however even more curious about her and her mortal self after the mention of their past deaths. The plot thickens. He made note of that detail, planning on asking a few questions as to this strange situation this one swordswoman has been placed in.

The spirit proceeded to scream, exclaiming at the rat he made note of earlier. Before he could yet act he was joined at this side of the field of war by a strange ape person and a magus of some unknown variety. The ape attempted to use some sort of alchemical weapon on the corrupt rat before leaping to safety and the magus spread a wave of flames at it. The chemicals simply washed away off the unnatural plague rat's face and the flames were buffeted back by a sickly gas conjured by the rodent.

"Get her out of here, I'll cover your retreat!" The magus yelled back to them. Though the rat monstrosity had shown no interest in him nor the spirit's fallen body it was still a welcome gesture if it meant an early grave for the putrid wretch that the rodent was. It seemed that their attacks were being rebuffed however, a concerning detail he would need to attend to when Myon's situation was no longer a pressing matter. The rat had discarded it's clothes, revealing it to be some sort of feeding ground for parasites and insects of numerous variety. It started to direct this swarm attached to it using the mace as a form of scepter of command, the insects responding to it like an orchestra responds to the maestro.

Pravus nodded to the magus in response. "If fire fails, try drowning it's swarms with water.
If that fails, the water will still serve me well." He suggested to the magus. He was already plotting the rat's demise,
numerous ideas coming to mind on how to put a stop to this living pestilence.
Most of these ideas involved a key element: Mud. Luckily the ground was still moist from the magus's earlier rainstorm.
With additional water the ground would be wet enough to be ideal.

He could feel Myon physically gripping him, urging him to move away from the plagued creature before them. This spirit didn't need to have the capability to interact with solid matter in order to touch him and vice versa. His natural gift from birth allowed him to both perceive, speak to and even physically touch spirits. If needed, he could combat a ghost if he was forced to. There was occasions when the restless spirits of the dead influenced by the natural necromantic aura of Sed would attack him in their confusion and despair. He defended himself each time, making sure to try and drive off the ghost rather than simply beat it down. To be a Grave Tender was to show mercy to the dead no matter how angry the spirit was. His role was to pacify them, to show them the respect they need.

Stepping over to Mion's fallen physical portion he knelt down onto one knee. He set his arms underneath the girls muddied body, lifting her from the ground and gently carrying her in a bridal carry. Carrying her body required care as she was gravely wounded and carrying her as he did the dead body before him would cause blood to flow improperly. This way was the safest way to transport the body even though it occupied both his hand's doing so. With the body of the swordswoman in his arms he strode back to the Nameless's lines with heavy gravitas.

As he walked along the field of battle, his attention primarily to the health of the girl he held, a couple shadow's had strayed from their mass to pick on easy prey. It was undeniable that they were both quite vulnerable at this very moment. Before they could reach them both however a divine barrier sprung forth to guard their return. The long swords of the few shadows hammered against the sphere in their attempt to get to them through this new protection. Pravus was moving as fast as he could safely move with the wounded swordswoman in his grasp and it was still barely faster than these shadow's jogging pace. It seemed as though the weapons were about to penetrate the shielding when he came up to the source of their protection: a strange looking priestess sitting atop an ogre casting healing into the ranks of the nameless.

He figured that this strange woman could heal the swordswoman, solving the problem at hand for him. As the clanging of long swords rang out around him he slowly set the body back down onto the ground, taking what seemed like forever as the divine protection surrounding them gave out before these shadow's onslaught. With a calculated calm as soon as his arms were free of the girl he spun around to face the two assailants. Using the speed and momentum of his turn he swung his shovel downwards from an overhead swing, causing the warrior to bring it's shield up, guarding it's face from the attack. By bringing it's shield in front of it's face it was now blind to his true intent as his arc dipped sharply downwards, slicing straight through the shadows thigh. The arterial spray from the wound painted the already blood coated shovel with a fresh layer to drip along the edges.

It's comrade swung wildly at him with a downward cut towards his head. He responded to this uncontrolled maneuver by stepping out of the swords range, his shovel in position in case he misjudged the swords distance. He wasn't wrong as the blade missed him, giving Pravus ample time to retaliate. He feigned a shot towards it's leg, causing the shadow to drop it's shield so that it wouldn't suffer the same fate as the other one. With an opening created he thrust the shovel's head clean through it's neck, sending the pitch black head rolling off. With an off hand strike he finished off the first shadow whom was trying to surprise him from the ground with a shovel to the helmet's face opening.

With their recent foes dispatched he turned his attention back to the unusual looking priestess. Dropping to his knees he reached down and lifted the body of the girl once again. This time however he held her wounded self up to the priestess in order to show her what he wants her to heal. "Priestess! Please heal this woman for she is wounded." He called out to the priestess atop her mighty ogre. Hopefully his words got across to her but even if she didn't speak his language the fact he was yelling to her would draw her attention. After that, this wayward warrior's health would lie upon the whims of the healer. Pravus simply remained, a pedestal to support the body while the priestess performed her divine magic's upon her.

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Myon was slightly tired from carrying her Mistress's heavy swords while following her savior. After placing them next to her body, she drew her own ghostly versions of the swords.

"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"

With that being said Myon immediately got in the way between Pravus and the husk. Crossing her swords so that the blade of the husk lands between it. Normally she would have fallen when the impact struck but she'd rather die than let somebody die for her, as would her Mistress.

Quickly thinking and acting, she had her arms pass through each other whitch caused the blades to make the same movement. In turn, this shattered the husk's weapon rendering it useless. Using the one thing she was good at, she fired a blast of spiritual energy directly into the husks face.

The miraculous thing was, the husk didn't fall to the ground dead but instead became engulfed in light and simply faded away. It looked almost happy as it did so. Myon knew why, and she suspected the warrior did as well. Myon had freed this husk in particular from the darkness within it by use of overwhelming light. Without darkness to sustain it's body the husk became light and faded away as it's existence became null in history itself.

"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"

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As Ivan saw the monkey land on the dissease ridden rat and attack it with acid and blunt he grinned slightly. His odds had turned from awkwardly trying to keep the pest at bay to actually having a having a good chance of destroying it right then and there. He was mildly surprised when the pest formed gasses to divert the flames and simply rubbed the acid from it's face. He had expected the flames to have yielded only some superficial damage, but to see that even the acid hadn't affected the pestulant rat was a bit worrying. Not to mention that it was now gleefully mocking both him and the monkey and had raised an army from the insects that lived in and on it's fur.

"If fire fails, try drowning it's swarms with water. If that fails, the water will still serve me well." He heard from behind the mans mask. Truthfully it would have been a good idea to simply drown the bugs with a wave of water, however there really wasn't a way for him to create a significantly sized body of water quick enough. Though it seemed the man had a plan so he created a cloud of T-energy crystals and made it rain above them by cooling the moisture in the air and turning the crystals themselves into water. It was strong enough of a rain to make the bugs lose footing and be swept away by the falling dropletts, but unfortunatly as he expected not strong enough to drown the bugs. Hopefully it would be enough to make that rat slip on the slick mud as it was oh so gleefully jumping around. In the end he just hoped it would be enough for whatever the man was planning.

Ivan quckly formed a storm of crystal dust around him as he saw a group of the insects rush at him, freezing and shredding the insects that dared venture into it, before absorbing the insects and turning it into more crystal dust. The barrier would be ample defence against any sort of attack by that pests insect minnions. He then felt blessings from the mage from before reach him once more, he could feel the energy as it increased his resiliance and gave him another layer of shielding. Since he was more or less on the frontline against an enemy that could have more tricks up it's sleeve he figured it was safer to keep these blessings for the moment, instead of using them as more ammo.

Ivan stepped forwards drawing another group of bugs into the storm and shredding them for their energy. The energy within the bugs was boutifull, it wasn't hard to see at this point why it was so tempting to destroy and absorb humanoid being only to be turned into a lich as a result. Now he had enough energy stored to make another attacking move while keeping some energy to spare. A small stream of the dust moved out of the storm and forming another around the rat, cooling the air as they moved. As the storm raged around the rat, and the storm had grown so thick that the rat wasn't even visable anymore, quite quickly tiny white crystal began to form on the crystals and their surroundings, to anyone unassuming it would look like ice. It was ice, that was sure, but it was dry ice solidified carbondioxide. Ivan grinned in the knowledge that if the rat didn't escape it's heat draining prison soon the carbondioxide within the lungs as he tries to exhale will turn solid and the water in his blood and body cells will freeze all with very deadly results. "Stand back from that storm, otherwise it might freeze you too and a very cold rat might jump out at any moment." He said to the monkey as the storm raged.

From the corner of his eye he could see an object brimming with lightning fly at rediculous speeds. The energy from that bolt would serve him really well. Intercepting the object to gain it's power would be nearly impossible though, there was one option, use the plasma field of a decaying lightning bolt to draw in the lightning. He aimed at a husk further along the path of the spear, both of them hitting the target almost instantly after another, but it was enough he had drawn in the lightning energy and even drawn the spear off it's path by a degree or two. The lightning hit Ivan with full force, but asside from a little tingle in the fingertips and the storm of crystal around him growning denser he wasn't affected.

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"

Myon had alerted him to the presence of another shadow attempting to assault them. Before he could dispatch the entity however the spirit made short work of the being using divine magic to purify it.

"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"

Were he more foolhardy he might of refused the spirits offer of help, saying something along the lines of There's no need to repay me, just look after yourself. He was no fool. In war a person who does not fight alongside his fellow man and tries to be a hero will be cut down, if not by the enemy then by his own team members. The punishment for disobedience was to be beaten to death with wooden swords wielded by the offender's comrades. It was symbolic, designed to signify that when somebody disobeys an order, whether because they were trying to be heroic or any other reason, they were putting the lives of everyone at risk. In this case he was no longer in the military but the meaning behind the ways they fought still stuck with him. He would fight alongside any ally, to do otherwise would put both his unlife and the lives of every other ally at grave risk.

Before he could respond to the spirits earnest request there were numerous crashes in the Nameless's ranks. He turned to see several people get taken down. one of them was sent flying shortly followed by her spear. After that incident the remaining forces were left in confusion while searching for the attacker. As he was turning his head to address Myon he caught a glimpse of what was likely the source of all the damage, a large metal construct with shaped heat based claws bearing down upon some girl and a fire wielder.


He looked over to the spirit, his dark tone befitting the situation they were all in. "That depends on you. I will be dealing with the plagued rat creature. If you do not feel you have the stomach to face it I am sure the others would appreciate any assistance with the metal construct attacking them they could get." He turned away from the spirit and started striding towards the darkened region of the field where the rain muddied the earth below. "The choice is yours."

Regardless of whether or not Myon followed him he made his way over until he was in the thick of the battle with the unholy creation that dared to live in his presence. The magus had made the battlefield soggy enough for his plan to deal with the corrupt rodent. In addition the magus was trying to freeze the rodent in an ice storm. If he was successful then that would make things all the simpler. He did not think that this particular fight was going to end that easy.

Now in place, he raised his shovel up and drove it into the mud. Scooping out the mud he started digging down into the ground. The hole grew larger and deeper rather quickly as he was stupendously good at digging graves by now. About twelve feet down he stopped digging, satisfied with the depth for now. He knew if the rain held then the hole would fill up with water. This was good.

His plan was to go straight up to the foul being, grab it and bury it alive. Were the ground as dry as it was in the beginning of this war he would suspect the rat of being capable of digging it's way back up. Now that the ground was practically a marsh the beast couldn't dig a foot into the ground without the hole made by it's claws filling back up with mud. He was going to send this beast to it's watery grave, burying it alive in mud.


In preparation for his conflict with the diseased pest he reached into the pile of mud he had created when digging it's grave. He took handfuls of mud and lathered it onto his suit underneath his cloak. His whole attire was designed specifically to keep any and all sources of infection out. It was sealed up completely so there were no openings for infectious material to seep in. Between that and the plated chain mail he wore underneath for protection the insects would find great difficulty in penetrating through and reaching Pravus's undead flesh normally.

He remembered his lessons taught to him from his father during his childhood. He remembered a detail that he felt would help in this particular situation. Many animals in nature would often roll in mud in order to both mask their scent and keep insects off of them. The sticky liquid earth made the animals skin much too sticky and thick for insects to find purchase on them. The same could apply to him as well.

He finished applying the mud to his outfit. He strode up towards the rat, ignoring the carpets of insects surrounding it. Between his rain slick cloak and hat as well as his earthen defenses beneath there was no surface for the bugs to climb upon him. He stopped just short of the ice storm and simply waited for the magus to be done with his spell.

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Character Portrait: Kaula Vee-Ryn Character Portrait: River Saetyrix Character Portrait: NPC Sheet Character Portrait: Tiotio Character Portrait: Aera Kirishima Character Portrait: Seriene Arvor Character Portrait: Ivan Witherbane Character Portrait: Pravus the Grave Tender Character Portrait: Keres Leventis

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"You are quite strange. You dig a hole in the middle of a war. Cover yourself with mud and THEN go to fight t-that horrid beast? I don't fully understand you Mister but then again...I don't understand my own existence.

Myon had followed the warrior only to end up floating over his hole. She didn't know why he dug the hole or how he dug it so fast. She didn't want to know either. Instead she stood...well... floated as close to the ground as she could manage... next to him and raised one arm over her shoulder and held it there, ready to swing it downward. That hand held the longer blade. The other arm was slightly bent and facing outward. The back of her hand was facing up and the blade went from her left to her right as it was on its side.

It was an unseen and strange stance. Nobody but the user would be able to tell how, where, and when they will attack. The stance is unreadable and therefore safe from being countered or blocked. After positioning her swords, she bent her left leg so that she was slightly twisted to the left side. Her hair covered her eyes which meant nothing as she had closed them after taking up the stance.

She was now ready to....do whatever it is she is ready to do.

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If she’d had time to reflect, Tiotio might have considered that heading out in search of a group of people famous for their magic war fought against a demon lord might have been better done after, learning a thing or two about higher magics.

As it stood her simple gusts of wind served her just as well as her bo, which was to say, quite inadequately. While she could easily hold back the rotting soldiers, she could form no plan to dispatch what seemed to be the real threat, the enemy generals now working into the midst of the Nameless.

She did the only thing that seemed useful, slammed, punched, knocked, kicked, and jabbed at each and every rotting soldier that came near the magic man so he could keep up his assault on the diseased rat.

When the masked man returned she had thought another warrior would be at her side, or at the magic man’s, but instead of facing an enemy, the man put his shovel to the ground. He used the blade to carve out earth even more impressively than he’d carved a bloody swath through the enemy ranks.

Unlike the boy now flying in the sky, who it had seemed at first would be a strong ally on the battlefield, the masked man acted with determined purpose. Tiotio did all she could to ensure the man was not disturbed in his work, understanding quickly that he was setting a trap for the plagued beast.

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When the masked man returned to the fight with the pest Ivan smiled. He wasn't carrying the girl anymore, so he presumed he had managed to bring her to a healer, it was a far more pleasant presumption than the other possibilities. He even brought a helping hand, a ghost perhaps? The monkey had been vital in Ivan safe, otherwise at the very least wouldn't have been able to keep those storms up. The man dug a hole, deep and large enough to swallow the rat, which he presumed was exactly what the man was planning to do. How exactly he was planning to get the rat in the hole however wasn't exactly clear. Of course between the man and the monkey they should have enough muscle to just grab it and trow it in, but with what lived on the fur of that rat he wasn't sure if it was a wise idea to grab onto it.

The man however seemed to have an answer to this problem, taking a mud bath not unlike how swines and pigs deal with parasites. As the man walked towards the storm it seemed he was ready to spring his trap, now Ivan just needed to clear away the storm. He drew a stream of the crystals from the storm towards himself, slowly dissipating the storm and revealing the rat within. He also drew the storm around himself in and combined the dust into a couple of crystals that together could fit in the palm of his hand.

It was only then that his arm muscles began to ache and he felt lightheaded. When he was controlling the storms he already realised that he was overexerting himself, but only now that he couldn't feel that bright strenght within himself anymore he could feel just how far beyond he had gone. In the arrogance of his newfound knowledge he had forgotten that he wasn't a battlemage, and a bit of knowledge wouldn't change the fact that he wasn't trained in prolonged usage of his powers.

It was now up to the monkey, the masked man and the swordwielding ghost to trap what was left of the rat.

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"You are quite strange. You dig a hole in the middle of a war. Cover yourself with mud and THEN go to fight t-that horrid beast? I don't fully understand you Mister but then again...I don't understand my own existence."

The spirit questioned his methods, doubting him to some extent. The truth of the matter was that not even he fully understood what he was getting himself into. He didn't even get the introductory speech to inform him that he was competing to join the nameless. All he knew was that one moment he was back in Sed burying the dead and the next moment he was standing in some massive architecture filled with death traps, now he was here doing battle with Torch Bringer only knows what.


He stood by his comrades, the ghost girl taking a combat stance and the ape person fighting off the shadow warriors while the winds of the magus's ice storm started to die. This was it. The three of them standing against a living pestilence which needed to be stopped here and now. Only, there was nothing there. The only remaining evidence of the creature was a hole in the ground coated in some form of green slime.

Stepping forward onto the cold earth he knelt down and gently touched the fluid with the very tip of his glove. It wasn't corrosive luckily. It was rather reminiscent of a snails mucus, acting as a mild adhesive to hold the earth together as it dug down. Judging by the slant of the tunnel he could tell it was in the general direction of the magus. This wasn't good.

It was a risk without a doubt but nobody else could fare better than he in this circumstance. He was completely sealed from the outside world within his suit for the exact purpose of dealing with disease on a constant basis. This was his burden to bear, no one else's. With that thought in mind he took out a leather strap from underneath his cloak and tethered his shovel to himself. This hole was not so small that he could not fit in as the rat was rather large and thick indeed, having to drag it's mace in there would not have permitted a hole smaller than a human could crawl into. He got on his hands and knees and began
the dark descent.


It did not take Pravus very long at all to reach his destination. After all, nothing short of a rock wurm could dig faster than a man could crawl. The hole was too dark for him to even see but he didn't care. With the space being so limited there was little else for the beast to be other than directly in front of him. He heard a strange feverish humming ahead of him. Whatever this thing was it was biding it's time. The illumination provided by it's mace dispelled the darkness of this tunnel, allowing him to see the unnatural aberration in the flesh. He knew that if he could see the creature then logically it could see him too. He wasted no time given the urgency of this situation

This was it, the battle between monsters had begun. Springing into action Pravus leapt forth, reaching with both hands to grab the mace and attempt to wrench it out of the creatures grasp. If he could disarm this horrible thing of it's weapon then he had relative faith that his chain mail could endure it's claws and teeth, allowing him to resort to plan B. Plan B was a bit more of a shot in the dark but given the rats endurance and ability to dig he saw few other options.

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A stray husk had thrown a spear at Myon, who had left her stance to look at the hole in which her partner climbed down. The spear, of course, went right through her and into the hole's wall causing it to cave in.

"Oh my! You thought that would hit me? Sorry to say but, I am currently dead already. You however, are not. Goodbye!"

With that, she 'sank' into the ground using her ghostly intangibility. The husk, blew up in a ball of light. Myon quickly found her partner underground. She needn't say anything as her presence dropped the temperature quite a bit. So it was obvious a spirit was present. Luckily, Myon can send her thoughts to people in close proximity. That is how she talks really. Her mouth never moves. People just hear what she thinks..if she wants them to anyway.

"Hello mister grave digger! It is Myon. I am currently underneath you so I apologize for the cold. I know you can't talk but, tap once for yes and twice for no. Should I go ahead and cut of the r-rat's path?"


While Myon experienced being inside a wall of dirt, Aera was just waking up back with the others. She woke up suddenly, and realized she was being carried. She went to reach for her sword but found they were missing. With that, she jumped out of the thing's arms and bolted to where she was laid down. She could care less about Hakuroken, the short blade. It was the longer blade which meant everything to her. It was her Master's family heirloom he gave to her. She couldn't bear losing it.

Spotting both her sword, but only caring about the one, she quickened her pace and picked them up. After re-attaching them to her person, Aera looked at the lady who was healing the others. She had to remember to thank her later. With a loud boom and a mini-shock wave, Aera ran to the area where she sensed Myon is at. Being as oblivious as she is, she had no idea what her little sound barrier breaking run did in terms of nearly deafening those near her when she broke it. Nor did she realize the repercussions of the shock wave itself.

She could sense the familiar life force of the grave digger below her and a sickeningly green aura of evil just ahead of him. Guessing that was the rat Myon screamed about, she planned out where the rat was heading and thus picked up the very same spear that passed through Myon. She stood ready to attack the rat from above.

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The rat was gone, and the masked man after it. Tiotio had no intention of going underground. Maybe if the rat had climbed a tree she would follow it, but the confining space of a muddy hole would be a poor place for a Vanara.

The strange ghostly girl that had for a moment stood beside her had also vanished, leaving her alone against the soldiers. While she was not at risk yet of being overrun, the exertion of battle wore on her, and she suffered more injuries, slashes and hits that left her limbs slightly weaker.

A girl, the one she'd thought struck down, returned as Tiotio jabbed her bo into the neck of a soldier, crushing its windpipe. It dropped to the ground, but another was in it's place in a heartbeat. If they could not bring down this rat soon, they would have to retreat back to the main line of the Nameless.

She yelled to the man who’d been throwing magical attacks at the beast - “Magic man, the thing has gone beneath our feet. Can you sense where it is? Or maybe turn this dirt to stone and trap it?”