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Allan Denton

"This sucks."

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a character in “The Garden: Rise of The Nameless”, as played by Zalgo

Description

|| Allan Denton ||




"I swear my life just wont stop getting worse."



Image
|| Theme Songs ||
Normal||Rjd2 - Ghostwriter||
Fighting||Apocalyptica - Path||



|| Age ||
18
|| Gender ||
Male
|| Sexuality ||
Straight
|| Role ||
Security Guard



|| Hair Color ||
Black
|| Eye Color ||
Deep Dark Brown
|| Skin Tone ||
Light
|| Height ||
6'2"
|| Weight ||
182 Pounds
|| Appearance ||
This guy is sort of a tall lanky fellow. He stands with a forward slouch and generally dresses down, his aim more for comfort than style. As a matter of fact he tries not to stand out by generally wearing plainer colors such as black, grey and white. Overall people who know him would describe him as a rather miserable looking guy. He rarely smiles and he keeps his eyes mostly down to the floor more often than not. His most identifying feature is his set of black fingerless gloves with blue straps.




|| Personality ||

It wouldn't be wrong to call him apathetic. It also wouldn't be wrong to call him pathetic, though maybe less so depending on circumstance.

The most notable attribute of his is that he is dispassionate. This is very often mistaken as laziness as he rarely likes to put any effort into day to day things. He isn't truly lazy as when he believes in something or wants to truly accomplish something he'll work tirelessly at it. His only goal is to defeat the forces which threaten his home world, he is quite reluctant to assist any further than that.

A contributing reason to his lack of passion is that he is shy. He doesn't like talking with people in general. Large crowds bother him and the more frequently people talk with him in a day the worse he feels. He is anti-social without a doubt. He can overcome this shyness to function within a group and get what needs doing done but he will avoid socialization if at all possible.

Due to his frustration with interacting with others he is just a very unhappy individual. He doesn't smile often and gets annoyed quite easily. He does have a temper but perhaps a quality of his is his ability to think through stress. No matter how agitated, how angry or how much in pain he is in his brain will always be thinking. He tends to think a lot, spending most of his days in his head just thinking about things. It is one of the few things he enjoys doing.

Though he may be a generally unpleasant character towards people he has a kind side to himself as well. He believes life is hard enough already without people going around making peoples lives harder. If someone is in trouble he'll help out, even if he isn't happy about it. He likes to help people out in general too but he often doesn't because he dislikes the attention helping brings more.

A notable trait of his is that he rarely ever lies. He believes that honesty is a quality best not squandered. Well, that and he is a terrible liar. He's never lied once in his life and gotten away with it. He can keep a secret well enough but if he's forced to deceive someone he almost always fails somehow, sundering his faith in his ability to lie. Being that he doesn't believe he can tell a convincing lie he's opted to be honest and turn a personal failing into a quality.

A real quality that's buried deep down in him is a sense of humility. He doesn't see himself as higher or stronger or even better than everyone else. To his eye he's just a guy with a neat trick in a world of people with various stuff, many of which is probably better than what he's got. It can be argued whether his shyness drives his humility or if his humility spurs his shyness but not even he can really answer as to which aspect came before the other. He'd probably say shyness since admitting to being humble would just seem arrogant to him.

In addition to all that he's got a rather strong sense of personal honor, not one born from society or expectations but rather by his hardships. He outright refuses to do things he considers wrong even though this can often times be used against him.

In the end he doesn't want any part in this war of the multiverse. He fights only out of the obligation he feels to protect his home world from the destructive forces that threaten all worlds, he takes little to no joy out of any part he has in this conflict.

|| Likes ||

- The night
- The cold
- Rain
- Working with his hands
- Solitude
- Birds
- Spicy Foods

|| Dislikes ||

- Sunlight
- Conflict
- Heat
- Demons
- Righteousness
- Arrogance
- Fish
- Angels
- People who fight at a range

|| Personal Weakness ||

Firstly he is bound by a strict code of honor which he follows regardless of circumstance. For example, he will never hit a lady no matter how dangerous she might be.

Secondly he doesn't work well with others. If others can work around his brusque, unrelentingly negative and just downright miserable demeanor then he might possibly be able to be worked with.

Thirdly he does not get along well with angels or demons given his history with the two factions.



|| Abilities/Magic/Tech ||

Allan's main power is that he possesses an internal reservoir of divine energy which functions to empower him, giving him enhanced physical abilities and the power to heal himself amongst other such abilities that lay within him. This power's main restriction is it's "Inner Focus", a facet of the powers nature which amplifies it's power whilst inside him but weakens by at least half it's potency if not more when externalized. Besides enhancing himself he can imbue others with his energy but the strength of the effect would only ever be half as much as his own. The further away from him the target of the effect goes the lesser it's power becomes. This energy slowly but constantly replenishes itself. It takes a couple hours for his reservoir to completely replenish from zero to full.

Divine Might:
His main ability, he channels his power into his fists giving them a divine glow. This grants him superhuman strength and one other particular effect. This effect is that his fists cause anything with demonic taint far greater damage than anything else he hits because of the energy present. In addition, he can channel this ability into any weapon he holds, enhancing the qualities of the weapon based on how he wants to use it. By channeling this power into a weapon however it weakens the strength of the enhancement as well as the extra damage towards demonic forces by half. Unless he's using unusually exceptional weapons he can do more damage with his fists than he can when using any form of weapon. He can extend this power to someone else's weapon but the strength of the effect begins at half it's original value and only goes down the further away from him the weapon is.

Divine Protection:
This ability grant's him enhanced toughness, making him harder to wound. All his flesh in this state is as tough as hardened leather and his bones become as strong as iron. Most weapons find difficulty even drawing blood from him while this ability is active. This ability is on passively since it consumes very little energy when it's not being stressed by being damaged. Like his Divine Might, he can extend this ability to another person giving them about half the durability that it would give himself while still exacting the same amount of energy from his reserve. Just like his Divine Might this ability also wanes in potency as the target moves away from him.

Healing
Perhaps his most important ability. This ability draws on his internal reserve to mend flesh and purify ailments. The greater the wound or ailment the greater the energy cost as well as a the time it takes to fully heal. Scratches and bruises as well as basic illnesses take seconds to heal and do not require too much energy. Deep cuts and serious illnesses require larger amounts of internal energy and take minutes to fully heal. Lost limbs, fatal wounds and mystical afflictions require exorbitant amounts of his internal reserves, his complete undivided attention and it takes hours to be fully healed. The best part of this power is that it can be transferred into other people by touch. The cost of the healing is doubled as well as the time it takes to fully heal but the result is ultimately the same. Unlike the other abilities he absolutely has to be touching the target he wishes to heal in order to heal them. He CANNOT resurrect the dead using this ability.

It is possible that he has more abilities but he has yet to be made aware of them.
|| Weakness ||

- He has a low capability of dealing damage from afar leaving him often out-ranged by ranged fighters and casters who can keep their distance.

- If pressed without any chance to recuperate his internal reservoir can be exhausted leaving him quite vulnerable.

|| Biography ||

From the beginning Allan's life was a hard one. He was raised an only son with only a mother to take care of him. From an early age his mother had to dedicate more time to the flower shop she ran in order to keep the family afloat. He only really ever saw his mother early in the morning before he went to school and even then she was much too busy to properly take care of him. He did everything himself since he was forced to take care of himself since his mother was simply too busy to help.

Life at school was no easier. Being as shy as he was he never really made any friends and many of the other students took great delight out of tormenting him as well as anyone else who was unlucky enough to not fit in. He learned very little in the classrooms but out in the playground he learned to be hard, to be tough and to survive. Needless to say the days of his life when he was supposed to be enjoying life and having fun were spent in misery, fear and social isolation. Still, despite all the terrible things the people around did to him he vowed never to become like his tormentors.

Many years of this life he spent like this, resolute on trying not to become the scum of the earth which he had to endure the company of in the hallways and streets. It was at this point he started to realize he had strange powers he wasn't aware of. He went to the places he usually went when he wanted to be alone, places no one else typically went to such as abandoned junk piles, abandoned buildings and the sort. Outside the prying eyes of his peers he practiced, examining these strange new abilities he could now wield. In these places he practiced, testing the boundaries of his strength and improving them. Even with these new gifts he still continued on with life, keeping the power he wielded as a secret only he knew, or so he believed.


Eventually he was starting to come around to an age where he needed to worry about his future. After some web researching he figured his best course of action would be to take the security guard license test online and become a certified security guard. The test was insultingly simple and with a bit of searching he found himself a security company willing to hire him. When he arrived to the job orientation class he found that the teacher there also ran a Muay Thai class over at his studio.

Allan was quite interested in studying this since learning more about how to control his body in combat might help him understand his abilities better, plus the fitness involved was also useful. He trained and practiced but he made sure never to use his powers in the studio or anywhere else where he could be seen in order to keep it a secret. He would just go back to his own hideouts and practice what he learned with his powers on his own.

About a year or two later and he's kept a steady pace in his life. He was no master at Thai Boxing and he still trained there but he'd grown to be quite competent at it. His job had him working as security for the local mall on the night shift. Within recent history he had managed to save up enough money to rent himself a place of his own: A single room apartment with a bathroom. He had himself a futon to sleep on and a laptop with a charger. That's about it.

And then the robbery happened.

A group of three demon blooded gangsters broke into a curio shop in the mall he worked at to steal a rare stone which was kept hidden away in storage. He tried to stop them but their powers were just as potent if not more so than his own. It was all he could do to escape the confrontation alive as the demon bloods were more interested in retrieving the stone than they were in killing him. Quite a pivotal night it was for him as he quickly discovered that not only was he not the only one with supernatural powers but there was something going down in New York that he, whether he liked it or not, was now apart of.

Not too long the police brought him in where he was filled in on what was going on by the government who were following the recent supernatural activity going down in town. For countless years the angels and demons have been having a secret war on Earth using angel bloods or Nephilim as they are known and demon bloods or Hellions as they are known as like free agents to do fight their battles where they cannot go. The barriers that barred the afterlife from the mortal realm kept such spirits at bay so it was necessary for them to use humans infused with the blood of their kind to fight on their behalf.

At that point it all came together for Denton. The reason why his mother was alone in raising him was because his father was an angel. His father was the reason why he had these strange super powers he never fully understood as well as the reason why he was now stuck in the great battle between heaven and hell. Allan never really liked his father to begin with and all this new information only served to further sour his feelings towards his father further.


It was quite inevitable that the angels soon came and requested that he start fighting on their behalf. Their goal was to retrieve all the pieces of an ancient gateway that could be used to open doorways to other dimensions. The stone that was stolen by the Hellions was actually a piece of the gate they wanted to construct. It was easy to see why the portal was an asset eagerly sought after by both sides. Whichever side controlled the portal could open a door to either heaven or hell and either unleash hordes of demons or hosts of angels upon the world, deciding the future of earth entirely.

Allan wanted neither. To him the angels were no better than the demons as their plan was to come to Earth and purify the unclean from the face of the planet, remaking the Earth into their own little Eden. Their idea of unclean people were Allan's idea of just average people living their lives from day to day. The idea of working under his father didn't help Allan's choice either. In the end Allan told the angels that contacted him to go collectively soak their heads in a pool of mud, a request which was received as warmly as expected.

Thus Allan was forced to ally himself with the human government who wanted as well as he did to keep the outsiders from taking over Earth. He fought hard against the demon blooded and his fellow Nephilim but despite all the battles he managed to win the stones eventually all came together in the hands of the Hellions. A major battle was fought as both the Nephilim and the military came down hard on the sight where the portal was being assembled, Allan being on the front lines of the fight. At the apex of the conflict the gate had been conflict and was on the verge of opening before Allan struck a decisive blow upon the gateway, shattering it and creating a maelstrom where he and many other Hellions stood. Just like that Allan and many others had simply vanished.

Where Allan went is where this tale ends and another begins.




"I don't want money, fame or power. I just want outsiders to stop trying to ruin my home."

So begins...

Allan Denton's Story

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Artemis


The warrior was unlucky enough to take another hit to the jaw, a fuller form of the boxers power behind the hit that rocked his vision. He stumbled and was ready to counter-swing but his vision blurred and he felt his mind ebb into black as if swallowed by a wave. He had intended to keep fighting until he found an opening to execute his finisher, but his body had betrayed him.

If only he hadn't underestimated his foe so early on, he would be sure to take note not to make any assumption's in further battles, even if they had supporting recon. Allan had proved to be a curve ball despite their research.

All of this assumed that he was getting out of this alive, which his quickly fading consciousness begged to differ. He reached forward with a heavy arm and failed to counter-balance the weight of the punch, falling to the ground with a weighty thud.

On the floor of the room the shrapnel of Fafnir sparked in its many pieces, the remains of the eye of the little droid sputtered and a cracked and splintered hologram fizzed to life followed by a gargling voice. A few words could be made out as it repeated in a loop.

"...Unconscious...Execute...Implode...Escape"

As the voice gargled, the sand swamped building started to buckle, the supporting walls and pillars worn away and dissolving in a final surge of desert fury. The roof above Allan and his opponent bent and then fell, heading to crush the pair.

With a panicked grasp, a burnt hand marked by a broken manacle reached through the sands and grabbed Allan by the shoulder and the sands swallowed the building whole. The final burst from Artemis had left nothing of the building except for pieces of concrete rubble and a colossal mound of sand. A landslide of the golden mound crumbled on one side of the building and a girl with orange hair stood with the winner, shaking her mane free of the dust and grit.

Kira held out a hand and ground a piece of rubble out of the way of the building's core. "That was pretty close...glad I got to you in time, you okay?. The rest of us have scraped out alive too, albeit worse for wear, I was hoping to find you and help with the fight, but the enemy team locked us all down pretty quickly. I'll carry us back to the cathedral whenever you're ready." She reported, wincing as layers of sand rolled off her tortured skin.


With a final fizz the skull that was upon each of the players cards began to count down again, turning to an ominous 2 before just cutting off.

A bubbly mans voice with a western drawl voice began to project across the arena.

"Ooh, you hate to see it end like this folks, the Legion is defeated. The Cathedral is taken, the last hold out ,big man, lost his bet to the boxer from the back streets and the rest of the scraps ended in heart-warming mutual defeat or a truly embarrassing loss. We have a few minutes left on the buzzer here but, let's be honest here kids, it was getting stale before I jacked down the time-limit so let's skip again right to doling out the prize pool, eh?" Those perceptive enough to notice would be able to trace the sound to the top of the cathedral's spire, transmitted through a set of speakers and a radio.

"In case you ain't guessed it yet, this is my apocalypse game, I'm what you might call, a lord, and by my time I got here just two skulls early." He explained cheerfully before slipping into a cold tone "But we play by my rules here kids, and I'm crashing the party early."

A cough rung out across the arena, and the sound of ruffling papers crackled through the town before his cheerful demeanour returned.

"To the prize pool then, for their success in this here game. Team...well I'll be, you don't got a name, ah well, not important." The sound of papers scattering around the microphone echo through. "You get to live. As for the losers, you'll note a shiny new mark on your shoulder, that there says you're my prey. Now I ain't a patient man, but you got 10 minutes to run as fast as your little legs can carry you, which coincidentally, is 8 minutes after this game field will implode. Do your best now kids, ta-ta!"

A thump and then feedback screeched across the town before it was abruptly cut off, the game was over and the "prizes" received.


Hel had made her way on to the rooftop beside Anhur and Ivan, piggy-backing Mercury whom she gently lay in the hands of Bug. After the news, the pair of women looked quite sombre, wasting no time, Hel leaped across the roof-tops and Anhur began to follow, stumbling at first but eventually gaining speed. She jumped off the first roof backwards "Nice to meet you Witherbane, I'm afraid I might not be able to make good on my offer after all." She joked sadly, disappearing down the gaps between the buildings to head towards Artemis as Bug began to flee the city.

Hel's path would lead her to Fenrir, who still sat bound in front of the Cathedral.

As if to signal the reality of the situation, the ash that layered the ground of the city began to float into the sky in pillars, revealing the shining floor beneath.


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Volga's ran out of the Cathedral and stammered in bafflement "This is all becoming harder for me to understand..." as she ran to Hel and Fenrir's side. She was running on empty at this point, winded, bruised, and bleeding all over. She tried to comprehend the situation at hand and felt it to be dire. She looked to the two women "Is Mercury safe? Are you alright? What can I do to help!?". Her chest rose and fell with fatigue as she looked at them wild eyed for answers. Her muscles ached, her head pounded, and her mind raced with the same thought that had pervayed her every waking moment since her first day in this new realm "What in Midgar is going on!?".

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As the announcer mentioned the prices Ivan looked over to see the mark on the three ladies shoulders. Using some of the crystalline dust still sporadically available in the air he formed a tiny crystals and stuck it to their marks. The remaining dust he used to line his boots as he stood up himself.

As they took off, he orientated himself compared to the location of the tree they had passed entering the area and began to move in the opposite direction. When Ivan reached the first roof edge his running quickly turned into him launching himself upwards and forwards. At the same time the crystals he had stuck on the others before they all separated started to pull in the same direction as Ivan was headed.

While he was dashing his way towards the edge of the field he used the moments of free fall between launches to analyse the marks the announcer had placed on the other team. Knowing full well that there could be consequences for him as well, he decided that any action other than analysis would have to wait at least until leaving the field to minimize the influence the announcer would have.

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Al

One clean blow was all it took. The metal giant of a man fell to the ground, downed by a square hit to the chin. In a sense Al himself was somewhat surprised at how well that went himself.

Of course, not everything was coming up roses as the chirpy little robot he had the pleasure of crushing still managed to squawk out it's final words.

Suddenly the room was collapsing. It was all happening so fast, like a blur of motion as the golden sands started blowing onto his enemy's body. The strength of the sweeping sands threatened to pull him in as it pushed past him. Crumbling rang out through the vicinity, just slightly audible over the sound of rushing sands. The roof had given way and was now descending towards him. He tried to dodge out of the way but the fierce wind hindered his escape.


A hand shot out and pulled him from the scene. It all happened remarkably fast, the building collapsing upon his opponent leaving only him and the woman who pulled him from the collapse. He looked over to see the short elf girl Kira standing by him, dusty from the debris.

"That was pretty close...glad I got to you in time, you okay?. The rest of us have scraped out alive too, albeit worse for wear, I was hoping to find you and help with the fight, but the enemy team locked us all down pretty quickly. I'll carry us back to the cathedral whenever you're ready."

Al looked down at her, taking in her words but not really able to form many of his own right away. As he turned his mind to the topic at hand the adrenaline of the fight drained away in a remarkably quick manner, leaving him nearly dead on his feet right there. A slight breeze threatened to knock him over, the push causing him to wobble precariously until he simply chose to sit and gather his balance. With this brief instant of rest however the pain from his injuries settled in hard, filling him to the brim. He was bruised, broken and punctured all over. He was lucky to still be standing, let alone living.


"What's the score?" He asked, struggling to keep himself from passing out from sheer fatigue. Before he could continue however a man spoke up over some speakers, declaring them the victors. The mention that the city was primed to implode was not comforting however. Al grimaced as he heard the news.

"Damn... We gotta get out of here fast." He mentioned to her, attempting to stand up on shaky legs, still bleeding from perforations left on his body. He struggled to walk forward, attempting to move forward despite his body's protect.

"Look, if it's any faster for you just go for the others, never mind me." He waited to hear the elf's answer though he wasn't going to wait long. They had two minutes to clear out of this place aka one hell of a run for a guy as exhausted as him.

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Hel

"Mercury is fine, for now. We lack the time for explanations, we lost the game, and apocalypse games are unpredictable. My family are to be hunted and killed by no less than a fully personified lord, and in less than 2 minutes this city will cease to be." Hel replied to Volga curtly, tearing the silver-cord from Fenrir's body and hefting her onto her shoulder as she slumped forward, unconscious.

"Those of us who survive will meet again, take care of your own, child."

The motherly viking took a step forward and over her shoulder looked to the top of the cathedral where the lord lay, spitting on the ground in disgust before crouching into a jumping stance. "Niflheim" She commanded, and frost coated her muscles, the scent of death floating into the air. Then with a mighty grunt she soared to the rooftops, bee-lining for the place The Nameless group had entered from, the sickly tree which was slowly loosing its grip on the earth that took to the skies.


Kira

"Well if this isn't a right shit-storm" She commented, pausing to very gingerly put her fingers to her neck as Allan took a seat and the lord spoke. Nothing good could ever have come from something called an apocalypse game, but the involvement of a lord with such an impatient personality, well she couldn't tell if it was blind bad luck or if The Garden was already out for them on day one.

Allan essentially offered to die for the cause, unless she was misreading his condition and beneath the many wounds and his obvious exhaustion he was hiding a fuel-tank of untapped energy. Although noble, she had other plans, and would much rather that even were they to blindly fail as so many plans before them, he would be there to witness her endearing ineptitude.

"I appreciate the offer, but we're all getting out of here together, or at least as close to it as we can get, based on my heart-rate I have about one minute until the drugs I'm abusing leave my system, after that minute it'll be someone else's turn to carry my sorry ass, got it?" She replied, not waiting for his reply before pulling his tall form over her shoulder, letting his weight sink her to the ground as her tender finger-skin met the earth. "Good." She finished, focusing on the earth below her finger-tips. She traced a path to the cathedral and put all her energy into maintaining it.

In a series of violent shunts, she dragged the earth beneath her feet in straight-lines down between the buildings and around street corners to deposit the pair of them at the cathedral. The earth she had been touching dragged to swap places with the earth it passed over, the ash and dirt was pulled over and under one another in a thinly layer conveyor belt, although the movement was much sharper in practice.

Upon arrival Kira heaved once and without so much as a hello deposited her lunch on the floor, spitting to get the taste out of her mouth. With the burden of another, heavier, body, the trick was an unpleasant experience for the applicator, but vomit was better than blood. "Not a great test-run Allan, I admit, but we're here. Ivan should be making good his escape, and if we follow his lead we'll be home free, and I'll need a very long nap." She joked, looking up at Rosa, Charmeine and Volga.

"Before we get to question time, everyone who can't run, grab on and don't let go. I'm running out of dirt, and we're all running out of blood." She almost ordered the group.

She at least hoped that Ivan hadn't run afoul of more damage the last she'd seen him, she had little time or strength to move vertically anymore.


Anhur

However annoying and self-righteous, Artemis was family, and very hurt. She could wish all she wanted that he hadn't done something so stupid in this situation, or that their scout wasn't injured and requiring Bug for transport, but they'd still be stuck in this mess.

Panting as she arrived, just in time to see Kira and an unknown man slip away, with little energy and a missing arm she couldn't see her charge standing out from the rubble. In normal circumstances she'd carefully clear it away so as to not hurt him further, but they did not have the time. Her leg opened up with a whir and she was forced to use yet another precious resource this day. Pulling out a bag of white dust, she threw the whole thing at the rubble and watched it melt into nothing in a blinding white light, leaving her naked family out in the open.

Wasting no time she ran to the big man and stuck him with a needle to start the recovery process before gently heaving him on to her shoulders. There was little more she could do for now except meet up with Hel and exchange passengers, but for now she'd have to once again thank the gods of irony, for taking her arms and legs only for their enhanced replacements to save her life yet again.


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"Good luck! I will see you again another day!" Volga's assured Hel as the woman fled with her family. She almost hadn't noticed her two comrades move to either side of her. She greeted them with a bright smile through her bloody teeth and swollen face. Her composure held until Kira arrived with Allan. She ran to her currently retching companion and embraced her. Kira spoke and Volga nodded as if she understood (running out of dirt??...). She unceremoniously pulled the cat and Valkyrie to her side before nodding to Kira "Do it". Her mind continued to race with the same screaming bewilderment as well as the same creeping suspicion that this realm was taking something from her.

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Kira showed up with the grumpy human after the group gathered in the Cathedral court, and promptly emptied her stomach. That girl was loco too. Her hands and arms were already torn up like raw meat, and she was claiming she could help them all get out. On the other hand, the red head did give Rosa some insight about that tugging on her chest. Good, Ivan found an exit and they should follow.

She was ready to do just that, until Volga pulled her too close for comfort. Instinctively she clawed at the other woman's leg and snarled, dropping River in the process. She gained equilibrium enough to pick him up again, though. The world, or stage, or whatever this place was, collapsing would very likely swallow him, despite the crazy cowboy saying they get to live.

As a hunter herself, and a proud one on top of it, his considering her prey rubbed her fur the wrong way, but that was a battle best fought another day. In the meantime, she suffered the indignity of three bloodied humans and a bird pressing in on her, while still trying to protect her surrogate kit.

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Al

"I appreciate the offer, but we're all getting out of here together, or at least as close to it as we can get, based on my heart-rate I have about one minute until the drugs I'm abusing leave my system, after that minute it'll be someone else's turn to carry my sorry ass, got it?"

He was taken along for a ride as the small elf shifted the earth beneath them, carrying each of them on thin sheet of dirt. It was like riding atop a small wave onto shore, not that Al had any experience of doing anything like that to draw upon for that reference. The closest he ever came to a beach was the filthy New York harbour.

"Not a great test-run Allan, I admit, but we're here. Ivan should be making good his escape, and if we follow his lead we'll be home free, and I'll need a very long nap."


He couldn't tell if she was joking. The tone was light but it was basically truth. Not that Al would be able to laugh or even smile right now. There was too much on his mind right now, too many things that were wrong here. The fact that River had drawn them into this whole mess only to wind up laying limp before him in the jaws of the weird cat person, The fact that the enemy team had info on them and they didn't, The fact they were basically thrown into a game with little to no preparation and their lives on the line. It was all just a disgusting joke, the longer it carried on the weirder it got.

"Before we get to question time, everyone who can't run, grab on and don't let go. I'm running out of dirt, and we're all running out of blood."

Al pushed himself up with great strain, staggering over to Kira. With each step he took the many perforations in his body that had yet to close pulsed with blood. He knew that if they didn't succeed in escaping from here it didn't matter how well off his body was. With that in mind he put his hand on Kira's shoulder. Upon touching her he conferred half of his healing onto her, restoring her health while halting his own regeneration for the time being. Given both her condition and how spent his reservoir already was it'd probably take him several minutes to heal her back to full health but they didn't have that time to spare. She'd have to make do with what little he could give her.


"Just get who you can out, fast."

He cared little if this act of his would necessarily save him, he just wanted as many people as possible to avoid the arena's oncoming implosion.

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Kira

As the world continued to collapse around them, and the group was unceremoniously dragged to her side by Volga. Kira began to muster up the strength to move them all, helped by Allan's recovery and accidentally hindered by Volga's hug. The elfette grimaced as her arms ached at the well-meaning Viking pressing in on her exposed flesh, and her abdomen wound was forced to push just that little bit more blood out of her. Her teeth bit into one another to grit against the pain and she took the time to re-focus while everyone else settled in for the transport.

With a deep breathe, as the front steps of the cathedral shuddered and then ripped into the air Kira stomped the ground and drew a line through the dirt that remained to the exit. She had hoped to just move herself with the party attached like she had with Allan, but Volga had filled her arms and Rosa had detached herself with a snarl. They were out of time so something a little more strenuous would be required.

The joke she had prepared was lost as the ground below rose and compressed into a solid platform, as small as she could make it without knocking anyone off balance. She set the tether point to the edge of the arena and without an announcement the rocky platform started to grind loudly before rushing across the dirt that remained in a rough path, forced to turn every now and again as the ash it required to sustain itself was torn into the air. The bottom of the platform ground along the floor to lose part of its weight with each moment, and Kira had to focus on pulling the earth back to it and maintaining its shape and toughness, lest it fall apart and deposit them face first onto the shiny floor below.

The platform followed Ivan as close as it could, but once the end was in sight it was no longer necessary to try and follow his compass except to keep him within sight.

The group was deposited at the edge of the arena as the platform ground into the floor and shattered across the artificial land, dust and bundles of dirt splashing out, leaving them to skid shakily into a standing position. Feeling her consciousness fading, Kira threw herself through the barrier and hit the grass on the other side with a soft thump, lifting her head up to look at the group.

"Someone...fucking...drag me. No touchy...no touchy arms...or bullet hole." She huffed out before letting her head hit the floor. Her eyes blurred and she finally passed out into an exhausted sleep.


A bit over 40 Seconds later.

The city and it's many buildings, the dirt and ash that covered the grand area, even the cores with their mass of wires and shining spheroid bodies were torn into the air over time. Ripped in ribbon-like shapes to disappear into the clouds of the sky.

Finally once the arena was totally empty, save for it's shiny white tiles, a hole opened where the city once was. The hole let out a screech and the tiles were dragged into its mass, disappearing into its blackness in the sound of grinding and crushing. Then with a rush of wind, the barrier shuddered and was sucked into the mass, and where the city once stood was a verdant forest untouched. The entire arena destroyed as if it never were, like a coat of paint had just been stripped off the world and the greens of the forest were revealed below.

River remained unconscious, but those perceptive enough would notice a yellow bullseye on the side of his neck which quickly peeled away and fell to the floor.

The groups cards would beep and two messages appeared in succession.


You Win!
Door located: ↑ 10



Should the card holder rotate so would the arrow to point true, and as they closed the distance number would slowly decrease. Somewhere in the forest ahead may be a door similar to the one they arrived from, but without a card like the Legion's they lacked even a measurement to go by.

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Volga was a little shaken by the ride on the stone platform. Being perfectly honest she wasn't even fond of horseback. She flung herself off of the platform and landed in the dirt next to Kira. She stood up and grimaced at her own hindsight as the injured elfette complained of her injuries before passing out. Volga crouched down beside her unconscious companion and carefully scooped her up in her arms. Her head swam with exhaustion as her adrenaline started to fade. Her wounds started to sting and her bones and muscles started to ache. For her it was never the battle that physically pained her but the rest of travel that followed. Her feet stayed planted firmly under her as her head swam and pounded. She had never gotten used to this feeling but at least she was still aware enough to walk and carry another person if not two.

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For the entirety of the game, the angel was slowed by gravity. With every passing minute, the unforgiving force tugged on her frame, gripping her knees and preventing her from walking with ease. However, for only a moment, the weight was lifted from her body. The ground before the group was forced up. Charmeine braced herself against Volga's frame. Decaying structures became blurry as they sped by, leaning against the force of the turns to prevent tumbling off the platform. At this rate, the mere idea of falling off the stone only sealed your death. No one in the group would be stupid enough to turn back.

The Seraph's heels met the floor, unprepared for the sudden impact. She nearly stumbled, however, was able to catch herself thanks to the the security of Volga's arm. Charmeine didn't even want to look back. She forced her way out of the Barbarian's hold, throwing her weight against the barrier shortly after Kira had done the same.
She rolled onto her back and took in a sharp breath, coughing violently. The sudden change of atmosphere met her with shock. However, the whitette managed to recover fast.

When she finally got to her feet, she found that the rest of the group had made it. Charmeine looked to Volga and the elf in her arms. They were both in terrible shape. Kira's arms were raw, her wounds enveloped with blood and ash. They couldn't carry her, not unless they wanted to aggravate the wounds with unnecessary friction. The whitette ran her fingers through her hair in thought, letting out a nasal sigh as she approached Volga.

Charmeine cupped the back of Kira's head, briefly scanning over the wounds before looking up to the taller woman. "I have a much easier idea... one that will give the both of you a break, which I believe you have earned." She started, her voice scratched and temporality lost. The girl unhooked the collar of her robe, bringing around the material and draping it across the ground. Charmeine searched the area for a steady branch, snatching one nearby before getting to her knees. She wrapped the edges of her robe around the branch, creating a unsteady handle. "Here, lay her down and fold her arms. Makes a much easier trip for us all." The Seraph stood up with the quilted branch in hand. "If anyone can manage to do the same with whatever's on their back, we can also drag River. If not, then we can cross him against her lap."

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Al

Upon the rock platform they slid, quickly grinding across the city streets until they reached the outer limits. As Kira came up against the barrier their ride shattered and they all quickly leapt through to their escape. Al was definitely on board with that notion, using what little adrenaline still kept his body buzzing to rush through.

Once on the other side he collapsed to his hands and knees, panting for air as blood dripped freely from the holes in his chest, gut and limbs. Behind him he could hear the sound of the city itself was taken into the sky, the base for it collapsing into the floor. It was as though this whole location had been a massive dystopian chess board, laid atop the verdant forest that appeared where the barrier used to cover. He'd seen some pretty weird stuff and quite frankly by this point he was starting to get desensitized to the startling abnormality of it all. He was just tired of it now. Also he was just very tired.

Everyone else had taken this opportunity to set their feet down, get rounded up and figure out what to do with their less mobile members. He looked up to see the weird viking woman carrying the elf while the angel started trying to craft a makeshift stretcher, The guy with cat ears still laying unconscious while the cat dug up and ate the grass. Despite their wearied state they still seemed to hang together, talking and working with one another with a sort of kinship.


Al, having taken his healing back to himself in full despite what little energy he had to draw from, started staggering from where he once knelt over to a nearby tree. His internal reserves were being spent as fast as he recuperated them, only meeting a portion of the cost needed to heal himself with peak efficiency. Given how little time he had it was quite remarkable he had given himself back enough gumption to shamble on.

Once he made it to the tree he fell onto it, managing to look down and see the state he was in. He looked like the cadaver the cops would be hauling out of a back-alley stabbing back in New York. Yeesh, I sure am a bloody mess. He thought to himself as he pulled himself around the tree.

Once he had the tree between him and the rest of the group he sat down, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. He couldn't stand to look on and watch the others mingle and play off each other any longer. He wanted to be alone. He saw how they got along and imagined how well they must of fought together. While he was busy getting slapped around by the pompous blowhard wannabe superhero they were off getting cores and earning points. In the end he was struck with the potent sense that his help served far less than the efforts the others had made.


On top of that they all meshed, in some way or another. They would talk among each other, mingle and be merry. He had no place in that. He neither wanted nor believed he deserved their notice, let alone their congratulations. In the end he simply did what he felt was right and carried onward.

His reward was simply the opportunity to rest the moment. While the others were busy he figured he could spare a minute just relaxing and healing up from the wounds he suffered. After the intensity of his emotions, the sheer weight of life or death riding on his every action, needing to put forward 100% of his effort every second lest he succumb to the armed and armored foe, the very luxury of simply not being at the brink of death was reward enough.

He'd rest a minute or two for now. In the meanwhile he checked those baffling cards he held less and less love for the more he learned about them to see what on earth that beep was all about.

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As the city crumbled further like a reality that was never meant to be Ivan could feel a reassuring sign. The crystals he had stuck on his teammates were moving towards him in a pace that would get them to him before the city would crumble. He decided it would be the wisest course of action to stay within the barrier in case some of them needed an extra hand.

It did not take long for the others to arrive with an unconscious River as extra baggage. Ivan was the last to leave the barrier, making sure the others who clearly had seen far worse than him would be able to leave. Not a moment too soon either as not even half a minute later the world behind them finally collapsed in on it's own existence.

The seraph suggested making a cradle for River upon which Ivan took off his white cloak with his remaining hand. "I doubt that suggestion could be meant for anyone other than me. Either way, I've lost the ability to use my left arm so beyond supplying the cradle I won't be able to be of much help until that is resolved." He said as he threw the cloak at the battered swordswoman.

The mage then proceeded to put to work the plan he made before and send the dust that had carried him from the rooftop to the exit high into the skies as he copied the marks signature to the crystalline dust particles. It however seemed whatever was behind those marks as less than happy with him doing so, as a malicious burning gaze accompanied by an earsplitting screech raced through his mind as he could feel something tearing at the very fabric of his existence for a split second.

This strain caused the world to go black for a moment as the fatigue started to kick in. He decided to follow the example of Allen and sat himself down. While it'd be good for both his physical and mental fatigue to take a moment more of rest, the latter one was by far the largest problem. As the lazul card beeped he procured it from his pockets to find out what more surprises it were to give them.

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Al

Though his eyes were closed he resisted the urge to doze.

The ripples of pain in his body which came with every breath also helped. He was in rough shape. Most of the damage he sustained in the fight was simple enough to heal from. The blast he received gave him a hard knock, cracking a rib among other things. The worst of the damage however was from the pins. It was never comfortable getting sharp bits of metal stabbed through him and a lot of pins went through him too.

Within a couple minutes the holes were closed. The tissue within his body was the first to heal, sealing up the veins and arteries to there was no internal bleeding. Now his skin was closed, keeping him from losing more blood. He'd of loved little more than to rest for longer but he could hear the others talking and knew he couldn't stay for long.


He looked over and saw them still tending to the unconscious members of their little group. He figured he should be doing something as well though he was reluctant to go over to the group. They were content managing their own affairs. He instead turned to look back at his card. It held and arrow pointing a certain direction, complimented with a number though it held little meaning given that he wasn't given a specific unit of measurement.

A slight grunt of pain escaped his lips as he struggled up to his feet. He was well weary and plenty injured still but he could at least walk now, something that was far more difficult not long ago. He put one foot forward, then the next. A wave of pain coursed through his chest with every step, the crack in one of his ribs still plying him with fair amounts of pain. At least his healing essence dulled the pain of his wounds overall so it was less severe than it would have been for a conventional human.

He continued forth despite it, walking into the woods in the direction of the arrow. He figured it would be best to get a lay of the route to whatever it was the arrow was leading them towards. If there were any dangers along the way better he spot it before the others are drawn into unseen dangers. They had two members out and if a fight broke out suddenly those two would be sitting ducks for whatever might beset them.


He didn't much care for any one of them as people but he wasn't about to let someone who helped pull the group's collective hides out of the fire just get munched on by whatever twisted bizarre entities roam this land. He was braced to encounter something he was sure was going to be something he doesn't expect.

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Volga was still trying to walk back when Charmeine took Kira from her. "But..." She mumbled in a dazed protest as she followed the angel girl. With her momentum faltered and her objective obscured, all she could do was sit and watch Charmeine build her stretcher as she fought her exhaustion. She sat there fighting sleep like a cat on a computer desk as she muttered on incoherently about something to do with crows. The others were either recuperating or helping and all she could do was fight sleep. She didn't want to be carried out and she wasn't sure anyone around her could easily do so. She refused to burden her comrades in her mind but her body betrayed her. She muttered something else and fell onto her side next to Kira with a hard thud. Sleep took her then despite all of her protest and resolve.

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Rosa disappeared into the woods for several minutes, then she returned with a mouthful of herbs and a canteen on her neck. The water carrier was full too, and bumped about her chest as she moved. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement, but it was the best she could do without thumbs.

When she arrived back at their temporary camp, she found River and Kira settled into their traveling cots. Charmeine sat next to Volga who was also laying on the ground. This wasn't good. They weren't out of the woods yet, and that big oaf was too heavy for anyone else to carry. She cursed under her breath, but she didn't do anything about it yet. She had more important things to do. She padded over near both traveling cots, sat down, and spread her bounty out before her. She found five different useful herbs and a number of broad flat leaves, she had another purpose for. The water she just slipped off her neck beside everything.

Kira and Volga seemed worse for wear than River, despite being unconscious, so she started with them. The canteen opened pretty easily with her teeth, so she used it to wash out the worst injuries on the two of them. Of course she held some back, because she knew she would probably need it to help others. She used a little more of that precious water to make poultices for both Kira's hands. She shredded a portion of two of her herbs with her claws, mixed them with water, and wrapped them in two broad leaves very carefully. Dirt mustn't get inside. Rosa did this twice, one for each hand, and then wrapped more leaves covered with a sticky paste around the two smaller poultices to keep them still and then moved the pasty leaves further up Kira's burned arms until they were completely covered.

The bleeding of her other wound seemed to have stopped, but that didn't mean it was healed. She checked to make sure there was nothing inside the wound, and cleaned it out again with an astringent and disinfectant herb that may sting a little if Kira was still conscious to feel it. She put one more bandage over that particular wound to keep anything from getting inside and to prevent it from bleeding out.

Volga's injuries were a little outside of her present supply, so she only treated the worst of them, and left the mild scrapes and scratches alone except to keep them from getting infected. She also tended the bruises and burns on her face to make sure nothing would interfere with her breathing. A single poultice on Volga's possibly broken nose finished her treatment. Comfrey helps bones heal faster and smells like cucumber, so at worst Volga will be smelling like cucumbers for the rest of the trip back to their home camp.

Finally came River. As she noticed earlier, he seemed to be in better shape than the ladies. She checked him to make sure and then located his torn ankle. The cat grimaced but she went to work on that. She prayed to help his tendons heal correctly, because she didn't want him to be permanently crippled if the tendons didn't knit back together properly. She wrapped his ankles with more of her pasty poultices to speed the healing and repair process.

As she was doing all this her own exhaustion started catching up with her but she shook it off, picked up the water bottle on her neck again, and sought out the rest of the party before attempting to wake Volga. She wanted to make sure all injuries were tended before leaving.

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Ivan could only watch as Charmeine made the cradles and loaded the two incapacitated party members into them. A somber mood besetting him at the sight of the mighty barbarian warrior looking lost, dazed and quite honestly looking like they had lost the battle. She was battling to remain conscious that much was obvious to him, but it still came as a surprise when it became apparent that no amount of fighting could keep that battered body from giving in to the fatigue.

From the corner of his eye he noticed Allen almost looking like before they had split up walking into the forests beyond. For a moment forgetting that his left side is paralyzed he fell back down when trying to get up, by the time crawled up from his laying position Allen had disappeared from sight. Ivan sighed in defeat, as Rosa came back to the party with a supply of what he could only assume were medicinal plants. Even the feline was more useful than the grand magician in this situation, he couldn't even prevent one of the others from running headlong into danger.

As the feline went on to treat the two who were in the worst shape of the group he looked at the lazul card to see if perhaps this had anything to do with Allen behavior. It read 'door located' and showed an arrow pointing like a kompas into the forests Allen had disappeared into, with a number. Whatever this number meant was linked to the door, most logically it would be a distance, but without unit and within this worlds logic it wouldn't be unlikely it had some other meaning he couldn't determine. At the very least it gave them a direction to go, if for no other reason to find Allen and this door.

As the feline wrapped up the treatment and appeared to look for other injuries to treat Ivan took a moment to make sure his minor wounds were covered by his garments. He couldn't burden her with treating such minor injuries when she's likely also overburdening herself to do so. He thanked the gods for the fact that his head injury hadn't been sustained earlier in the fight and he'd been able to stop the bleeding before it had a chance to become visible through his hair. Just to be certain he briefly engulfed himself in lime green light giving most of his injuries a boost to their initial healing, however in that moment he felt like an anemic, losing sight once more and lightheadedness combined with headache besetting him once more. It cleared up the right away afterwards, but it was a clear sign that he couldn't afford to use any of the other blessings or he'd risk being put into the same state as the three unconscious party members they'd already have to contend with.

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River

River's dreams were rocked with nightmares. Visions of fire and steel clashing with ice, white hair and red lips, a mass of graves to the fallen. The dream ended with him awakening, and his body surged with a well of frost prepared to continue the fight before he noticed the greenery above his head and relaxed. He felt something wet on his cheek and wiped away the tear that had formed.

Dreams never lead to good things. He could feel his wounds and grunted in annoyance, shifting to look at himself and noticing the work done by Rosa. The treatment would make his recovery much faster, and with his powers active with his consciousness all his wounds except for the large chunks taken out of his feet would seal themselves closed over a few seconds. His feet would require some more doing.

He looked to the group and saw their exhaustion and their injuries, even the cat and the angel tending to the others were looking ready to hit the dirt if they had to do much more. Kira was out cold next to him, her arms wrecked by her own doing. He lacked the option to be conservative.

He tapped his chest and the violet pyramid floated out, covered in chips and cracks, along with it came two blue spheres which attached themselves and dissolved into a glue to fill the damage. His tendons began to slowly knit themselves together in strings of blood and flesh in response.

Sitting for a moment he tried to think of what to say, but he wasn't sure anything that came out of his mouth would have any meaning.

He took a deep breath and started the best he could. "I'm glad everyone's alive, there's nothing I can say to justify the danger I put you in. I made a foolish mistake when I entered the zone, I sensed a Named One and panicked and immediately confronted him in order to protect you, and I lost. I should have had more faith in your power. I'm sorry, and thank you." He apologised.

"I can handle Volga, the way home and our destination is just ahead whenever you've gathered enough strength." He added after a few awkward seconds.


After some time trudging through the forest, Allan would slowly feel the shift in the air as things started to cool down. Frost began to coat the grass, and over time that frost would extend to the trees and their trunks. Then the weather began to even out again and heat up, yellowed grass paving the way. Finally they reached equilibrium and the weather returned to normal, the forest giving way to their destination.

In a swath of blues and whites, reds and blacks, a battlefield frozen in time sat in the unnatural clearing beyond.

Two armies clashed in silence, their weapons frozen mid-swing. The ground was divided into threes, on the left was a wasteland of ice and frozen ground, to the right a blackened field of ash ribboned with molten steel, and in the middle was a corridor of untouched dirt. An army of ice statues shaped to look like people collided with a similar army made of a myriad of metals. Both armies were filled with strange characters, no two the same. Amongst them were familiar faces, Dominic, Lazarus, Blitz, Luka, but they were few amongst the many unfamiliar warriors.

Contradictive fireballs of ice still swirled in their barrage yet refusing to move forward, accompanied by clones of many other spells and long-ranged attacks such as arrows and lightning bolts. The other side held much the same, although items such as arrows and bullets were instead found littered across the battleground.

On both sides many of the statues and barricades were shattered or damaged by all sorts of sources, suggesting whatever occurred here had lasted a long time before reaching this frozen state. Spires of ice and medieval towers of metal rose on either side, many of which now contained some form of prayer or rune written on their surface. Above a purplish red sun presided over the battlefield. The scale of the field on either side made it seem as if two cities had gone to war.

In the midst of the clashing warriors sat a wooden door, written atop it read "Property of Pravus".


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Al

As he staggered on into the woods, slowly making his way through, the environment seemed to behave rather oddly. At first it was strangely cold, giving his breath a bit of mist as he trucked on. As he continued the land changed, starting to get warmer and warmer as he progressed. Soon both temperatures met in equilibrium and he emerged to the sight of an old battlefield, grand in it's scale.

To the left of him was a barren tundra littered with spires of ice. On the right were the volcanic fields of ash dotted with composite metal towers. In the center these two elements seemed to have collided some time ago, the results appearing to be what remains of a draw as neither side seemed to had overtaken the other.


Al looked at this scene with some trepidation. It certainly looked as though a fair amount of magic was at work given just how thoroughly sculpted this strange duality was. The center was a grey and barren land, neither hot nor cold as it laid unclaimed by either force. Perhaps against his better judgement he continued down this grey line, wary of disrupting the statues that lingered.

Though he was not the best at remembering names he could recognize a couple of the statues he passed by. He did a slight double-take, not expecting to see these figures among the many strange entities left still in this part of the land. What on earth could of happened to erect statues of these people? Strange magic, that.


He was freed from his thoughts at the sight of a door. The door the card was apparently pointing to it seemed as Al checked, watching the arrow shift to point at the door no matter how he angled it. Atop the door it read "Property of Pravus." Or at least that was what the card translated the words to mean as the message was written in a foreign language. As he approached he just sort of came to a stop.

"I should probably wait for the others first..." He muttered to himself, uncertain of his destination. This entire place was suspect and the mysterious door was not lending him any manner of comfort. He stood still for some time, still questioning his predicament until he finally settled on a decision.


"Ah hell, a bunch of unconscious folk aren't going to be of much help. Might as well bite the bullet." He muttered, setting forward towards the door. He gave it a hardy knock, well, as hard a knock as a half dead guy could give.

"Oi! Hello!? I got a card here that says this is the way out." He shouted at the door, expecting some form of answer. What answered him was only silence.

"Aw hell, don't tell me I've got the luck to show up when nobodies home." He grumbled, turning and starting to walk away he saw a shadow in his path. The shadow quickly grew larger until...

WHAM!


A large figure impacted the ground, shaking the earth beneath his feet and causing Al to stumble a bit. This guy stood as easily twice as tall as him, clad in a strange silver looking cloak which seemed to almost constantly be cascading. His face was covered in a grey plague doctors mask with strange glowing arcane symbols engraved onto the lenses. The hat seemed to be wrought of a similar fabric as the mask was, looking rather beat up and tattered to boot. His strange green leather glove gripped a large intimidating weapon which most closely resembled a sort of spear.

It had a long nearly pitch black shaft, the fabric of the grip surface making everything else seem brighter by contrast. The neck of the spear was a pale golden metal ornately shaped into the head of a dragon. From it's mouth jutted a strange white crystal, the contents seemingly shifting within but only when not directly observed. The crystal was cut so that it formed the blade of the spear, it's edge sharper than glass and harder than any terrestrially known materials. The bottom of the spear was finely crafted into the shape of a dragon's tail, still sharp enough to drive into an opponent with relative ease.

Along his back, held in place with a mechanical clamp fixed to the back of his cloak, was an ancient shovel forged from an unknown design. It certainly looked it's age, bearing marks of it's ceaseless use. Even still the edges were kept sharp and it looked no less sturdy despite the scratches and small dents.


Al looked up at the stranger who in turn looked down at him. His face was set in a concentrated frown, looking straight into the lenses of the ominous mask without fear. The hollow darkness behind the lenses seemed to peer right through Al, staring into his very soul like the abyss itself. He stood strong, stomaching his pain and pushing it aside so he could stand tall before this mysterious being. The only part of the mysterious man's body that was bent forward in even the slightest manner was the front of his mask, looking down at him all the same. As they stared at each other it was almost as though they held an unspoken conversation, their words clear only in their eyes.

Then simultaneously they both spoke, uttering the same sentiment they held for one another as though they were speaking with one voice.

"Fuck off."


The sound of their voices echoed across the battlefield, the only sound that could be heard for miles. Such was the oppressive silence that gripped this slice of land.

As if willed by it's owner the door swung out, smacking Al aside as the beaked figure walked in. As he hit the ground, a cloud of dust billowing up into his face, he could hear the door slamming shut, issuing a deep wooden resonance.

Al pushed himself up from the ground, coughing and brushing the dust off from his body. "Bloody hell." He swore, standing up on tired knees and rubbing the arm that was hit by the door. He shuffled his way over and sat down near a statue. He was careful not to touch it as he held some concern that if the magic that made these statues still remained then touching one might transform him into one of them, trapping him here forever like the rest.

He just sat, looking down as he awaited the arrival of the group while his body slowly mended itself. It wasn't slow compared to humans but it wasn't a grand prix race car speed either.

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