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Saladin Akara

Simtar Saladin Akara, Warrior of the Order of The Night, Spokesman of the Guild Council of Warriors, High Mage Sorcerer of the Kayzard, ruling house of the Guild of Sorcerers, Eldest Sitter of the Council of The Twelve of the Guardians of Kelante.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by LordSaladin

Description

Name: Saladin Akara

Race: Kelantan

Age: Exact age unknown, but over 2600 Earth years

Appearance:

Supressed:
A man with a height of seven foot two inches, Saladin often takes upon himself the form of a human, in reminiscence of his previous form. Hair of silver falls to his lower back, smooth and perfectly straight. A face of stony angles hides all emotions and intentions, the most striking feature of his face being the azure eyes that seem always to glow with a quiet luminence; crystalline that penetrates into the soul.
Garbed in black of a traditional Madarin style, the massive form of Saladin bulges with solid muscles in all places. As solid as a rock, his figure is a result of hundreds of years training in the Warriors' Academy on his homeworld of Kelante.
His manner in this form demostrates his skill and poise perfectly, always walking with back perfectly straight, and head held high, Saladin's walk is often considered much more of a swagger, confidence and calm emanating from him like a beacon of warning.
Mainly hidden from view are the 20 foot wide wings, seemingly constructed of a leather-like material.

Natural:
Consequential to merging with his Elementals, Saladin's appearance and natural form took a dramatic change, one that plainly gives demonstration of the increase in power that was caused by the fusion. No longer carrying the semblance of a human, the increased height from the previous form is perhaps the most noticeable. Now a gargantuan fourteen feet in height, having grown proportionately, Saladin towers over most of his opponents with a blue hued body with wings of a fifty foot span, constantly visible.
Human flesh is replaced by draconic scales that carry with them a slight shimmer, and a seemingly carved face is replaced with a draconic twisting of a human's. Eyes are now a bright golden that burn with an internal fire, yet still seem to pierce the soul.

History:

Born into a family that once was great, yet was brought to shame, Saladin wanted from a young age to train as a Warrior, in hopes of regaining respect for the most infamous family in the great world of Kelante. And so it was, taking learning from his father, that Saladin mastered the sword and several hand to hand combatative styles, not letting the man who was spared death only because of the great achievements he had gained about his plans for a rebuilding of respect for the Akara family.
Reaching the appropriate age, Saladin left his home, and travelled many hundreds of leagues to stand at the gates of the Warrior Academy, ready to meet his destiny. Entering the Academy, Saladin immediately made known his wish to rebuild honour for his family, who had been forced not only into exile, with a complete loss of the estates that had been gained during servitude, but also all further generations of the Akara family were denied access into either of the two Guilds that ran the Kelantan world in a fragile political alliance; despite that it was an Akara who had initially developed that same alliance, the one that ended the Sorcerer's War. However, such has always been the way of politics, and likely always will be.
Not to be discouraged, Saladin simply made it known that he would fight any warrior that the Academy, which also was home to many of the actual army of the Warrior's Guild, and would beat them. Any number of warriors. However, the fights would all be given the basis of a one on one fight. Such was the entry requirement of the Academy anyway, any new entrant would be required to engage in combat, and would then be judged on potential skill from that fight.
Saladin, however, would prove his point - that he was quite able to become a member of the Guild with the skill taught to him by his father. And so, after forcing the Academy to a challenge, they proffered forth various fighters to engage against Saladin. Beating several, he failed to beat the highest of all students, though he did not lose. With twenty dead students on the open training and drill yard, Saladin made the final combatant unable to fight, and so he was accepted.
The appearance of Saladin, with his handsome youthful looks, and perfectly straight silver hair that, even then, was below his shoulders, brought upon him many years of arduous living conditions. The contrast between his own appearance, lithe and graceful, and those born with natural Warrior blood was so stark that he was constantly the source of much intimidation and bullying, often even by the teachers. Of course, any such events were not helped by the stigma that was carried by the name of his family. However, Saladin was always a man who knew greatness was his destiny, and would not allow anything to disrupt his rightful honour.
Quickly, Saladin became known as the most studious of those housed in the Academy for tutelage. Attending all tacticians' lectures, and studying the various Martial Arts when he wasn't in lessons, Saladin increased in knowledge, understanding and skill quickly. If only in the eyes of the various teachers who had grown to know him, he had earned at least some respect.
Over the years, Saladin created for himself a reputation, and most within the Academy knew him to be a man of formidable pride, strength and general skills. Many had tried to challenge him, but like that first day entering, he met them all with victory. Being allowed, eventually, to run simulated battles, he was shown to be a great leader of men, and gained rank swiftly; becoming one of the youngest students to ever lead a task force into real combat against the Homeless nomads who often attacked out lying villages, pillaging and burning. Victory was gained for the troop being led by an Akara, as had so very often been the case in stories of legend, and in more recent histories.
It is now perhaps pertinent to mention the presence of a figure that was so often ignored by Saladin, at least, in his mid and later years. That person was Nilas Akara, the brother of Saladin. A man taller and with a form that would never be as strong as Saladin's, he was lacking in any advanced skill with the sword, often known as a sickly child. He too wished to be able to bring honour and renown once again to the Akara family, but was accepting of the fact that he wasn't strong enough. Many years after Saladin had left his home to enter the Academy, with both parents of senior age, he returned to find them both dead from a journey to buy food and other supplies. That day, something happened to Nilas, and he ended up burning to ash the house in which he has grown up in, and rarely ever left. It was an anomoly for Nilas, as he had lost control of himself, and was visited by a spirit that looked much like a wolf. He finally enrolled in the Sorcerer's Guild School, after being found by a scout who was looking for those with the gift of Sorcery. It emerged that Nilas was gifted with the most common form of Sorcery - Elementalist. Nilas became known as a strong sorcerer, and not only learned, but mastered the forbidden art of Saidin.
As he continued to rise to higher and higher renown, Saladin was visited by his brother, who was travelling to the Sorcerer's Guild School, and informed of his parents' deaths. This served only to heighten the resolve of the warrior to increase his own status, as he was the only Akara left who could return the family's name to what it once was, Nilas having had refrained from telling his brother of the power he had found.
And so it was, Saladin continued to study, continued to gain rank, until he was, one day, participating in a tournament and powers were unleashed in battle that would seal his fate - he also was born with the powers of a Sorcerer. Elementalist once again, the first to be revealed being Lightning. From that point, Saladin was a student in both Guilds, and continued to build rank, though he had no dealings with his younger brother for a reason unknown.
Rising through the ranks of both Guilds, Saladin was accepted into the Order of the Night within the Warrior's Guild, and the Kayzard family within the Guild of Sorcerers. And, it did not take long for him to gain seats within the ruling councils of each Guild. The man, once an outcast from a shamed family, had began to finally restore the Akara name. Fame was his to hold, and a firm grip on the politics was gained.
His own, personal, renown gained Saladin to be marked by the third Guild of the Kelantan people, a clandestine organisation that dictated, behind the scenes, both of the 'public' Guild. The Guardians. Elite Warriors and Sorcerers, those with the prowess for both arts, and Master Tradesmen made up the organisation that was known only to its members, the true power on Kelante. Saladin was invited to join, and did. Again, it wasn't too long before he was taking seat on the council of this Guild as well. The knowledge of battle and politics Saladin had gained was greatly trusted.
Taking command in all three Guilds of large units of soldiers, Saladin Akara led many skirmishes and major battles against the Homeless, and kept a relative peace through his efforts. Eventually, even the general populous of Kelante welcomed the presence of the man, often cheering him as he passed through villages and towns. In cities, however, a visit from Saladin Akara was akin to a great festival. He had once more regained the family's name and placed it where it should be.
Many, many years passed, a few centuries, and Saladin had finally gained the highest of seats within all three Guilds, and perhaps through some wisdom inherent for an Akara man, he merged them all under his rule, maintaining the structures that had been in place for thousands of years. However, by the volition of the people, and those of the councils, Saladin was voted to become the official, sole, ruler of Kelante, and to take among his other titles, that of Simtar. Last used in ancient history, whilst the world was still inhabited by many hundreds of tribes, it meant Father or Leader.
A great tower was built to honour Saladin, and his rise to power in a Kelante unified completely. And, for nearly 700 hundred years, the tower and the name Saladin were synonymous with peace, for that was what Saladin maintained perfectly, being king of the world and people, he was known as a fair and just ruler, and all respected him, some others would say loved. However, as all mortal men inevitably do, Saladin made a single mistake. The fickle councils once more showed that history could repeat itself, and sent Saladin to exile. However, this time, it was away from the planet that Saladin was sent. Thus the mighty fall, and the worshipped becomes a nobody in a strange new place.
In a war stricken city, Wing City, Saladin was sent in exile, likely the councils knew not where Saladin had been sent, but he was given the most brutal of tortures before being sent to that alien place. Appearing in the midst of battle, Saladin quickly aligned himself with one side of the war, and offered some assistance. He remained there, with that same faction, and became well known for great battle prowess.
It was here, during near constant wars and discoveries of things nobody could even dream of on Kelante, Saladin found that which would change his life forever. Miyumi Oyuno. The nondescript mechanic was, to Saladin, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He near instantly fell in love with the woman, and soon entered courtship with the girl. During this courtship, a strange encounter was to transform Saladin, and his abilities, forever. Nilas appeared in Wing City, and with his appearance, Saladin began to feel something that had always been an inkling at the very back of his mind. The forbidden power. Saidin. Nilas, it turned out, had been drawn in by the sheer bliss that was holding the forbidden power, nearing a deathly addiction, Saladin had known of Nilas' problems. However, being close to his brother, Saladin could feel Saidin just out of reach.
During this time, Saladin engaged in a battle that was fierce, with a foe more powerful than he had seen. It was this battle that allowed Saladin to merge with his Elemental symbiots, to gain the appearance he has today, and the ability to 'return' to the form he was born with.
Being married in a traditional Kelantan fashion, to Miyumi Oyuno, Saladin was melded with her forever, their thoughts and emotions entwined in constant communication that reached great levels. Soon after the wedding, which had been performed and administered by Nilas, Saladin was given news of the state of Kelante. The man who took up the mantle of Simtar had beeen a man of deviations, and though seemingly trutworthy, was actually tyranic in his rule. Saladin, it was safe to say, would deal with the problem swiftly and whilst offering no quarter. And that he did, removing the other as ruler, and placing himself back in the throne of Simtar.
However, in Wing City, things were not good, and the constantly battling was taking its toll on the inhabitants. Saladin was, in one situation, left with no choice but to reveal the truth behind Nilas, the man considered as Saladin's younger brother for centuries. Nilas was actually the yin to Saladin's yang, and was born only from a splitting of Saladin's existence not too long after birth. The only way to help those in Wing City was to fuse back with Nilas. And so Saladin did. The battle ended, and so did Saladin return to Kelante, along with his wife, to maintain peace and harmony on Kelante again.
Whilst on Kelante, Saladin and Miyumi had a little boy, who they named Zemerl, and he would be heir to the throne of Simtar, and the Tower of Peace. However, it would all fall apart.
On a routine visit to Wing City, Saladin took part in a skirmish with an ally from there, and was unfortunately killed in the process, a most unfortunate event that left Miyumi with a broken heart, and the planet with a child as ruler, though a powerful child. Saladin was sent to the World of Dreams, where he would await being called back into the cycle of destiny.
The death of Saladin broke the link between Miyumi and he, which killed her along with her broken heart. Saladin, inside Tel'Aran'Rhiod, had the bond's breaking shielded from his awareness. However, he was pulled from his resting place a little soon, and upon returning to the real world, Saladin became aware of the breaking.
And so it was that Saladin entered the Trantor Fleet Engagement. Rage and grief filled him, and he unleashed power of untold immensity, even becoming sa'angreal during the battle. Now, however, Saladin has been reduced to a shadow of his former self, trapped within his fourteen foot tall form, his own mind and soul broken because of his wife's death. Lost in mumblings of suffering and damnation, Saladin simply searches for death, being kept alive by destiny, it would seem.

Weaponary:

Katana:
A beautifully crafted katana of traditional making, Saladin carries this weapon with him at all times, even in his natural state, though it seems much like only a small knife in that state. With a golden hilt stylised perfectly as a dragon, the two and a half handed hilt's length is covered in tiny notches, symbolising the scales of the beast. The pommel of the weapon is a perfectly, intricately designed dragon's head; the mouth held slightly open, fangs visible. The blade itself, a silver and titanium alloy, folded many many times, is an impressive piece in itself, elegantly curved, and as sharp as razor, shines brightly, seeming never to blunt. The tsuba, in comparison, is a plain piece of gold, elliptical in shape, yet still crafted perfectly, faultless and shining brightly. The scabbard, a most impressive piece, is of hardened leather, a metal sheath to house the blade, and crafted with many stylised vines, an intricate piece of craftsmanship that pays nothing but homage to the skills of Kelantan tradesmen.
Given to him upon ascension to the highest seat in the Warriors' Guild, it is a ceremonious piece, yet entirely practical and as deadly as any other weapon, if not more so. The sharpness of the blade lends itself to easily slicing through flesh and bone, with the correct angling and power.

Curved blade:
Hidden on his person, carried when in his supressed form, Saladin carries a long dagger, the curvature rather stark. A blade that seems to pearlesce between black and a deep blue. The hilt is of rough bound leather strips, providing brilliant grip. Although rarely used, it is generally kept about his torso, though Saladin has been known to carry at his legs or arms.

Abilities:
Basic:
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Having been trained by both his father, and in the Warrior Academy, Saladin is a true master of unarmed combat. His body, as a whole, is a weapon in itself. Having mastered several styles of Martial Arts, Saladin not only has a mastery, but a full understanding of hand-to-hand combat; and his training in the Warrior Academy on Kelante - repeated drills of the most small of movements - has left him with pinpoint accuracy, and instincts that run his body ahead of his conscious mind, even.
Weapon-based Combat:
Saladin, much like with unarmed combat, is a true master in weapon based combat. His preference lies in the sword, obviously, however, he knows all weapons with a deadly profficiency, including, but not limited to; Swords, Staffs, Spears, Whips, Axes, and many others. He has a full understanding, which allows for easy defense and offense.

Tier One:
Elementalism:
Having been gifted with Elementals from birth, Saladin is a master of Elemental magics. Elementals are, for all intents and purposes, symbiot beings that use Kelantan Sorcerers as hosts, in exchange for giving that person a command over their life force - the magic of Elementals. One of each element, Earth, Ice, Air, Fire and Lightning, took Saladin as a host, and he was able to harness their powers after the first realisation of their presence. However, during a rather arduous battle, one that gave him his current form, the symbiots gave Saladin salvation from death by fusing their life force with what was left of his torn up body. Gaining not only a vast increase and change in physical stature, but also immediate command of the Elementals' power - Saladin essentially, at that point, becoming an Elemental himself. Able to manipulate the elements in question, Saladin has a good grasp and understanding, although barely uses this particular set of skills anymore.
Saidin:
The male half of the One Power, the power that turns the Wheel of Time, allowing ages to come and pass, only to be brought round once again. It is the power that drives the universe, and is split into The Five Powers: Earth, Fire, Air, Water and Spirit. No one weilds Saidin, rather, they submit to its flow, allowing it to pass through them, and through submission, control is gained. In essence, the control of Saidin is the coercing of that immense flow of power into streams called threads. Laying threads into intricate patterns known as weaves create the 'magic' of Saidin. A basic list of abilities that utilise Saidin follows:
Air Shield: Perhaps the most readily used battle tool in Saladin's arsenal is the Air Shield. As it suggests, the shield is a solid weaving of threads of Air, that surrounds Saladin's form like a bubble, acting as protection. Near impenetrable by lower level magics and physical attacks, it takes a considerable amount of power to break the shield. As with any such thing using Saidin, the weaving of the Air Shield can either be maintained by a constant flow of Saidin, or 'tied-off' so Saladin does not have to consciously maintain it. The latter, of course, means that the strength does wear off over time. Saladin's method of choice is to tie-off this particular weave, and along with time, so also do constant attacks weaken the shield.
Gateway: Used both inside and out of battle, the Gateway is primarily a method of transport. The technicalities of a Gateway is a folding of the universe, so that two points meet in a window-like fissure in the air. Generally, for transportation purposes, the opening is on the ground, to allow people to walk through. However, in a combat situation, or in fact, otherwise, the Gateway can be opened in any position. Having mastering the technique, Saladin can open a Gateway near instantly when using a normal level of Saidin, when embracing more, like during battle, he can make a Gateway in an instant.
Manipulation of materials: Using threads of Earth, Saladin is capable of analysing and manipulating all metals and minerals. The threads penetrate between the atoms, and can, among other things; reshape, mould, liquify, move and split the materials into their parts. So that, for example, a steel/aluminium compound can be split into both steel and aluminium separately.
Balefire: The most dangerous and deadly of any technique used with Saidin. Balefire is a complicated weave, encompassing all of the Five Powers, and its effects are most catastrophic. Generally sent in a beam of what looks like the purest of white lights, anything that beam touches is completely eradicated. Each life, as per the Creator's design, is a thread in the Pattern woven by the great Wheel of Time. Balefire, however, to continue the weave and thread analogy, burns that one thread from the weave, removing it from the Pattern. All effects of anything that person did are also reversed upon being touched by Balefire, but with every other person remembering the events. So, for example, should one use Balefire on a murderer, he would be erased from the Pattern, and any murders committed would be reversed, bringing the victims back to life. Extensive use of such a technique as Balefire are perhaps only common sense, and it is a generally forbidden technique.
Other techniques exist, but the above are probably the most widely used. However, a few things need to be mentioned also, directly in relatioin to Saidin. These will be outlined below:
Sa'Angreal: Artefacts designed to allow a person to hold more of the One Power than they otherwise would be able to, without burning themselves out - which would leave the Channeler (Person who uses Saidin) unable to ever again wield the power that it gives.
Saladin's Sword: The weapon that has been carriedat the man's right hip for centuries is, in fact, also a Sa'Angreal, and a powerful one at that. It allows Saladin, with only a touch, to hold perhaps ten fold what he normally would be able to hold of Saidin, and channel it without any worries, as though it was a normal amount.
The final mention on Saidin is also the final, and most powerful, stage of Saladin's first tier of skills. This, I dub as Saladin'Greal. Should Saladin build up a high enough amount of Saidin, to the point where, even with his Sa'Angreal, he is reaching the point of being burned out, a change occurs in his physiology, and rather than being simply a Channeler of Saidin, he becomes, as with a Sa'Angreal, a conduit for the male half of the One Power. The amount of Saidin he can channel is near limitless, and most weaves are threaded immediately. In this state, Saidin is under the complete control of Saladin, and instantaneous completion of weavings, using threads that are massively thicker than at any previous level - making the attacks all the more potent.

Tier Two:
Kelantan Sorcery:
Entirely different from both the Elementalist and Saidin based 'magic' that Saladin uses, the Kelantan Sorcery, that is taught to all members of the Guild of Sorcery's ruling Council, is a much more powerful force. Kept a secret to only those who are members, the depth of this skill set is truly amazing. And, as the primary Seat on that Council, Saladin is privy to elements of the Sorcery that are unknown to others on the Council.
So, what is it that sets apart the Kelantan Sorcery? It is manipulation of the very building blocks of the universe. The particles and energies that turn the universe are under the control of those who have mastered Kelantan Sorcery. Sub-atomic particles obey the command of the Sorcerer from Kelante, and so many great feats can be performed.
This second skill set, and level of power, is very rarely used, and is a more physically attuned power. The amount of individual attacks capable from utilising this force is perhaps unlimited.

Tier Three:
Will and Word:
The final tier to Saladin's abilities, the Will and Word is the most powerful of his available skills. His Will is gathered in the build up to acheiving this state, during the time he has spent in Tiers One and Two, and upon entering this level of power, Saladin undergoes a minor change in appearance. Any external significations of harnessed power, be they auras, or glowing, disappear, and Saladin seems to turn into nothing but a normal man. His appearance is heightened by what is a complete, unadulterated, calm. Eyes, however, turn to a white, with what appears to be a very slight internal luminance. Hair also turns to white, and his attire is of a crysalline quality, a robe like garb, flowing over his rather normal looking appearance.
With his Will gathered from the previous two Tiers, Saladin can now use his Word. The Will backs the Word, and what is said is done. The man's command will be obeyed by the universe by being powered by his Will.
Only ever used once before, this level of power is one to be ultimately feared by all who exist. It was taught to him when he entered the Guardians on Kelante, all are taught this power, and trained to harness their Will, so that their Word is obeyed by the universe. HOwever, with his deep understanding of self and the skills he had already possessed, Saladin was able to harness and collect the energy and 'magic' he already had grasped and turn it into raw Will, making him perhaps the most dangerous man in existence. This Tier, the true power of Simtar Saladin Akara, is nothing but certain death for any who are unfortunate enough to witness it.

So begins...

Saladin Akara's Story

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"My name is Zhelir Darkfall, and I'm here to fight."

A single button was pressed, and the override was cut off, returning everything to what most would consider normality.

A raised thumb was coupled with a nod in the direction of Zhelir Darkfall, as hair moved over the left, dark brown, almost black left eye of Yousuf. Lazily, more subconscious than anything, a hand raised to comb the slick black hair back to behind the tan skinned man's ear. One more click of a button and the broadcast signal ceased completely.

"Nice job, Zhelir. You can tell you've done these things before."

Then, with the fingers of both hands resting on the keyboard of the black laptop, Yousuf began to type what would seem frantically to most people, yet he was typing at a comfortable speed. Removing any traces of the masks he had used to hide the signal origin whilst it was being broadcast, were removed in a matter of approximately three minutes; leaving the broadcast with no chance of being traced by any number of computer networks.

They system Yousuf was using was of a level most didn't even know of, even the Trantor fleet, one of the most advanced of armed forces in the galaxy. Yousuf's department was one that didn't operate one single piece of equipment that was even near military or commercial standards. All was much more advanced.

All that was left behind was a single frequency, one that was, should anyone attempt a trace, masked to show a planet that was in truth completely empty. It would, of course, come to the men gathered here, on the South Side of New Terra. Any who had seen the illegal broadcast who shouldn't have done, namely, members or associates of the 'Crimson Knights', would not believe for an instant that the men behind the broadcast would reveal their true position, and would attempt a tracing.

A minute later, and that network was set up; the laptop left running ready for the surely inevitable onslaught of incoming signals and communications.

Yousuf stood, however, and as he passed the corner of the table upon which rested the laptop, he idly moved his right hand to grip at the long, metallic handle of his naginata. Hefting it from the position against the table, he allowed the weapon to rest on his shoulder, the wide, slightly curved blade of the naginata behind him.

Placing his hand into a pocket within his attire, the man pulled out a cigar and a lighter, and by the time he had reached Zhelir, it was lit, and several inhalations had been drawn from the long, thick, brown cigar.

"I guess we just wait now."

It was a smile that was showing through as a slight distortion of the other otherwise smooth skin of his face, and not some other emotion or expression.

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From his hand, as he stood next to Zhelir, came a small beeping. Three rapid blips of electronic sound, and Yousuf looked down at the PDA he had in his grasp. On the display was a single notice, in bright red text:

"Transmission Terminated"

With a slight shaking of his head, Yousuf pulled out the stylus from within the framework of the PDA and tapped the screen a few times. A few beeps later, and he let out a rather loud sigh.

"It seems the fuckers have blocked our communications and sensors, Zhelir Darkfall. Perhaps you should come and help me."

Zhelir was known to be a hacker of some skill, although the knowledge of Yousuf far surpassed that of the rather rough fellow who had moments before made the announcement of war. Rushing back the way he came, Yousuf sat down at the laptop once more, and begin ferociously typing away, the seven or eight computers all interlinked seemed to be working hard at the command of the tan skinned fellow.

On screen, several windows were popping up and flashes could be seen lighting up the face of Yousuf on occasion as he worked hard at finding the source of the blocking, concurrent to trying to work around it. Whatever these Crimson Knights were using, it was powerful technology, and Yousuf was obviously in deep concentration, a deep furrow on his brow as he typed away with what many would consider near inhuman speed.

A single moment was spared to look over some distance, at a newcomer into the area.

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What a fucking situation, what had these idiots got themselves into this time? Karaka was sure it would be those that he had met some ten or so years ago, on this very same planet, back when he was still under the grasp of heavy alcoholism.

In the ten years since Terra was destroyed, Karaka had gotten himself back into the smuggling trade, and was doing quite well for himself. Walking into the place, he was pretty much immediately met by two men, rough looking people, each with a gun pointed to one of his temples.

"What is your business here?"

Karaka had stopped, and with a moment's hesitation, accentuated by a rather cocky grin adorning his face, he moved his hands with swiftness, drawing both of his long barrelled pistols, eight round revolvers. In what was a near instant, he had the two doormen in a rather sticky situation. The barrel of one of his revolvers was placed under the chin of one guard, and in the other was actually shoved into the mouth of the other.

"Nah then, Zhelir Darkfall, are ya 'ere? Curb ya dogs, or ah'll 'ave ta kill 'em."

His voice was loud, and filled the room. He knew that the man would hear, and would likely still be here.

With a confidence, he eyed the two guards one after the other, and the glint in his emerald eyes seemed to dare the two to pull the triggers on their much smaller weapons. They were visibly shaking, yet Karaka was as calm as the lake in spring. Hopefully he would get to see the lake again some time. The war may well prevent that though.

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For some people, life is chosen for them.

Zerel was one such person. From his birth, it had been nothing less than destiny that gave him his current position. That of Simtar. Simtar Zerel Akara, to be a little more precise. It was his father's doing, of course, and his great acts. In that, Zerel had made his own decision to be just as his father.

So it was that a fair few peculiarities were shared with the legendary Saladin Akara; most notably that both men had the gifts of both Warriors and Sorcerers. A rare occurrence that, to share both skills. Even rarer was for two generations in succession to have such a person, rarest was for it to be in the same family. But then, the Akara family were not known for being the most normal of the Kelante people.

Zerel was a slip of a man, nearly eleven years of age. Despite his youth, he held wisdom and skill beyond most in the three factions of the now scarred planet - The Warrior's Guild, The Guild of Sorcerers, and The Guardians. Of course, given his heritage, Zerel was bestowed as leader of each of the three, as was Saladin.

Standing at a rather tall five foot three inches, well, tall for his age, he held signs of great strength, possessing a well toned, compacted physique that was comparable to his father's at that age. His hair was long, having not been cut since the day he was born of human woman, Miyumi, and the light brown strands fell to just above his knee, perfectly smooth and straight.

For many children, the death of one parent, followed by the swiftly consequential death of the other, would have been enough to force them to their knees in despair. But, for Zerel, it was a completely different case in this situation. It drove him to further carry on the legacy both had laid the foundations of before him. As such, he was respected and obeyed.

Right now, however, he was in no mood for pleasantries, nor would reminiscences be useful in the slightest. This was the first opportunity for Zerel to prove himself, for himself, and by himself. His training from the day he could take his first steps would be shown in the coming days. He had, of course, been in many battles, but none would be quite as important as this. It was a grim, determined expression that painted the face of the young man making his final preparations for war.

The Homeless had been removed, for the most part, by his father, so all that was needed was a minimal military presence in the outermost villages and towns. The rest of all the Warriors, Sorcerers and Guardians were stood behind Zerel.

Wrapped around his body was the white attire Saladin wore for ceremonious occasions, re-tailored to fit the boy's physique. White silken material, cut in a traditional Mandarin style, with golden cloth buckles. A cape of white, the trim of the same gold as the buckles, it blew in the gentle breeze of a Kelantan summer. Of course, prepared for battle, he wore not just the silk. Beneath his shirt was a plate of lightweight material, nigh on impenetrable, and his forearms were protected by gauntlets of white. On his left hip was a sword. It was a perfect replica of the one his father had fought with, only it was more proportionate to the boy. A golden hilt, perfect in representing a dragon, and a pristinely crafted, elegantly curved blade that was razor sharp. Although, obviously, these were not his only weapons and defences.

Thankfully, Miyumi had found a way to keep Fred active without electricity, so the events happening on Zerel's mother's home, and the place his father had considered a second home, were constantly being relayed to Kelante. Fred was the AI created by Miyumi, and with a replica being in position on both planets; Terra and Kelante, it was not a signal of any sort being sent to Fred on Kelante, but more like he was simply looking through his other set of eyes. Telepathy would probably be the best description.

Either way, had it not been for Fred, this day would not be here. Situated on the barren lands that was the scar on the planet, was over ninety five percent of all the Kelante military force.

Raising a hand, Zerel began to channel Saidin. It was something taught to him by none other than his father, yet Zerel had actually been stronger than Saladin, so his next feat would be of very little bother. Suddenly, surrounding his body, was what seemed to be wispy clouds, encircling him in a cyclone of sorts, one that spiralled upwards unceasingly. However, it was just a sign of a tiny proportion of his power. As the cyclone increased in velocity and intensity, it was as though, suddenly, without warning, Zerel had absorbed it. His body was now aglow with that same white, utterly pure, luminance.

Suddenly then, a tall, narrow, vertical beam of light appeared some distance in front of the massive army. Slowly, it began to turn, much like a door opening, slowly revealing another world. Zerel had been told of the technology of Terra, and had seen the events come to pass recently on the planet. So, he knew that his Gateway had worked perfectly. As soon as the Gateway gave the impression of snapping open, the Sorcerers and Guardians, standing behind their young and powerful leader, got to work in casting spells that would offer protection for the moment. Low chanting could be heard as a rumble, as they spoke incantations of power.

It was time.

He had an obligation to these people, as son of Saladin and Miyumi Akara. He would, just as both his parents would have done, stand by that obligation, and put all else on the line.

"This is commander Zephyr of the Crimson Knights requesting all people who do not wish to fight to escape the city. Move quickly, as in five minuets all forces will scan for any people. Those with a firearm will be killed, those without will be taken into Knight control until this conflict is over. Our armed forces are already outside the city, please be quick and evacuate or risk death."

As the signal, the lowering of his hand, was given for the Kelantan forces to move through the Gateway, those words were heard by Zerel. The Gateway was a great skill to possess, it was no form of teleportation, or warp, or wormhole. It was, in all essence, a folding of the Universe, utilising the male half of the True Source, Saidin. Where the Gateway opened, there was no space between each location, save for that one step.

So it was, still aglow, Zerel allowed his own voice to bellow through the air, using his power to push it outwards, an illusion given that it was coming from everywhere all at once:

"You think, my dear friend, that I will allow you to do such things? You are gravely mistaken, and will indeed find your grave this day."

The massive armies of Kelante moved onwards, Zerel at their head, making their way towards the city. Near on a total of one million troops, not including the council heads. Those that governed the three Guilds along with Zerel, they were acting as rear guard.

It was a mistake these Crimson Knights had made. Simtar Saladin Akara had been here, and he had sworn to protect this place. Now, even in his death, that oath would be honoured.

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On Kelante, the FRED core relayed the message to Saladin, who was in his circular throne room in the Tower of Peace. "FRED, respond with an affirmative."

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A moment after the FRED node delivered the message to Gambit, a sudden flash of blinding light filled the bar. Lasting only a fraction of a second, it left in its wake two black-cloaked figures. One was six foot seven inches tall, the other half a foot or so shorter. Neither of the figures' faces were visible but the movement of the taller one's deep-set cowl indicated he looked down at Dave.

There was a slight movement of the stranger's hand and an invisible wall of Air would clear a space around the man's body, which was now on the floor. Any person within six feet of Dave would be pushed back as the two looming figures stepped closer to the body.

Positioning themselves to either side of the apparent corpse, the extended their arms over it and a glowing golden mist fell from covered hands to Dave's body. The shorter figure tilted his head to the left slightly and the taller nodded, as though in response.

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The golden flecks of light seemed to seep into Dave's now-pale form and moved slightly, delving into his body. Slight movements of the two figures' wide sleeves suggested that fingers were moving ever-so-slightly beneath and both figures seemed to be looking downwards at the body.

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As the golden light just below the surface of Dave's flesh seemed to brighten significantly, the taller one moved one hand to point directly at Gambit, with no sign of his head moving. Baritones lifted from the taller faceless figure as he spoke authoritatively, "What has happened?"

As he finished the command-intoned question, the hand returned to its previous position and a different kind of light began to shine from Dave. It was a whiter hue, hinted with deep blue and was accompanied by the two figures dropping to their knees, though their arms remained in that same outstretched position, perfectly parallel to the floor.

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It was the shorter one who spoke this time, a clearly younger voice, but still as deep, "There is always ho..." A tilting of the taller figures head cut the shorter man's words off abruptly. Then he addressed Gambit once more.

"The back room, I need you to clear a space Gambit." The off-white light continued to pulsate steadily and as both figures rose smoothly from their kneeling position, so did the body of Dave. Perhaps unnoticed by those who were looking at the three, no blood dripped onto the floor as Dave was lifted off the ground by an unseen force. "Hurry."

Both figures turned from Dave's body, but a single arm from each black-clad man remained above him as they began a slow, measured pace towards the back room of the bar.

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As the two ominous figures stepped into the room at the back of the bar, the door slammed shut behind them and the clunk of the lock resounded in the smaller room. In the centre of the room, their previous position was resumed as Dave was carefully placed on the ground.

It was cramped, but there was just enough room for the tall men to kneel once more. The cowls of their cloaks whipped back from that same invisible force that had lifted Dave and shoved the others out of the way. In the relative privacy of the locked room, Simtar Saladin Akara revealed his square-set face that was framed in the flowing silver hair he was known for, though it now showed matte areas where white had started to grow.

Opposite him was a much younger face, a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old. His hair was brown, like his mother's, and cut short. Both men, however, had the same piercing azure eyes that glowed slightly as attention was turned to Remy. Still, the bluish light pulsated within Dave, threads of Saidin flowing within his body under the two Kelantan's masterful direction.

"Remy, meet Zerel Akara, mine and Miyumi's son. Zerel, meet one of those who welcomed me when I was exiled here; a friend of your mother: Remy LeBeau. Gambit."

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Infinite Void

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#, as written by Remæus
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.

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The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.

Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.

Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?

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Character Portrait: Kragum Kragum says,
 Fesna?!

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Character Portrait: Fesna Fesna says,
 “ Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness? ”

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Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.

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Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?

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Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.

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Character Portrait: Fesna Fesna says,
 “ ...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I? ”

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Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?

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smack!

"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?

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Character Portrait: Kragum Kragum says,
 “ I...don't know? ”