The Multiverse

The Dungeon

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

A cold dank stairwell leading down into a cramped antechamber. The walls drip with slime and a glowing lichen. A massively thick wooden door with wide iron bands securing it is along the wall. A rack of torches lines the walls.

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A cold dank stairwell leading down into a cramped antechamber. The walls drip with slime and a glowing lichen. A massively thick wooden door with wide iron bands securing it is along the wall. A rack of torches lines the walls.
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The Dungeon

A cold dank stairwell leading down into a cramped antechamber. The walls drip with slime and a glowing lichen. A massively thick wooden door with wide iron bands securing it is along the wall. A rack of torches lines the walls.

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The Dungeon is a part of The Ruins.

40 Characters Here

Mikhail Volkov [31] "A necromancer? Yes, that is my, I am The Necromancer, well a necromancer, nothing special, though I am missing an arm, oh, just listen to me rambling on"
Morgan Fay [19] A powerful Fae from Arthurian legends who masquerades as a mere witch in Wing City. Her goal? To have a little fun.
Usui Kamijou [15] A University Student who doesn't care for much at all. Despite being popular and having unique abilities, he doesn't have many friends and tends to daydream often.
Rihan Nura [11]
Lance Vanzeel [10] He looks like his day isn't going too well...or is his face always like that?
Kirsten Marie [10] A perfectly normal teenage girl.
Vladimir Zielkov [8] Is 8 years old and is a black haired boy
Knot [7] A renegade sorcereor. "You spill out your magic like putrid slime, you must refine it."

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Character Portrait: Alrion Flavaar Character Portrait: Blaze Zaphyr

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"Oh yes." He smirked before running off silently. Once again, he used the shadows, concealing his every move in the oblivious darkness. Blaze had grown to love the darkness, he had been covered in it all his life. Like a blanket which had been thrown over him. Mentally and physically the darkness was attracted to him and he was attracted to it.

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The next of the guards ascended the stairs, this time Alrion taking to his sword to try and fend the men off, but they were too great in number and even if the first was unable to match him, those behind him pushed, and with the force of three men Alrion was driven back. "I could use a little help," he said, backing away from the stairs as he held his blade up across his body fearful of attacks.

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Character Portrait: Alrion Flavaar Character Portrait: Blaze Zaphyr

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Blaze finally pounced at the group of guards, slicing two unfortunate guards in neck quickly as he ducked a massive blade which was aimed for his head. "What wrong, can't handle this all by your-" He ducked again as another blade swung through the air.

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Alrion stepped forwards, thrusting his blade for the chest of the third guard, trying to pierce through the armour and succeeding. Except there was no shout of pain or spurt of blood. With a jerk he withdrew the blade from the man in armour, or at least what he thought was a man. The figure had to be well over six feet in height and was happy to step on the corpses of their fallen allies as a blue light ignited behind their helmet.

The joints of their armour began to secret an ethereal blue mist in all directions as it became apparent that this was by far not a living creature. The sword it held would have needed two hands on an ordinary man, but this thing seemed to hold it effortlessly.

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"What the hell?" Blaze asked, scrambling away, jumping back to his feet. "What are these things?" Had these guards been taken over by souls? He asked himself, examining the armor and what was inside.

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There was nothing inside, but darkness tinted by blue, and even Alrion was at a loss of words. The blade of the beast swung downwards, Alrion raising his to meet it, but the force was great enough to shove him backwards and send him scrambling to the side. "I don't know!" he shouted, hurrying for the door. If stabbing it couldn't hurt it well... Some dark magic was afoot and he honestly didn't want to count on his magic competing.

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Blaze stabbed his blades into the back of a guard who was staring at the best whom was fighting Alrion. He did a swift backflip through the air and as he came down he cut at two more guards. "This is too easy." He murmured.

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The one spectral guard, however, would not go down. No amount of stabbing the armour that held it seemed to cause it to fall. It was as if the very metal itself had sprung to life to fight. A boot found Alrion's gut, kicking him back and sending him sliding along the floor into the next room before the living armour turned for Blaze, twirling its great sword, then holding it upright and to the side.

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"Oh-" He rolled out of the way, flicking his wrists as his daggers flung through the air, ricocheting off the armor. Clearly, that wasn't working. Blaze grunted. "This is impossible." He yelled.

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"Sometimes!" Alrion called, placing his sword on the ground to prop himself up, "You must accept that you cannot overcome every obstacle." He charged forwards swinging for the spirit-armour, blade bouncing uselessly off the armour. "Sometimes retreat is not defeat," he added, swinging again, this time for the leg. It crumpled, bringing the thing down to one knee, but it barely seemed harmed as it swung backwards with one hand. Alrion caught the blow on his sword but was sent stumbling back once more.

It's head had been aimed at Blaze the entire time, and now it thrust its blade for him.

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Blaze gasped as he saw the metal head for him. He had to think fast. There had to be some kind of source in the armor... which they could extract. He hastily backflipped out of the way before running forward, digging his hands into random gaps in the beast's armor. He pulled away the helmet and both gauntlets as a blue substance spurted from "wounds."

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Two hands rose for Blaze at the same time, the first being Alrion's desperately trying to reach the back of the mans clothes to pull him free. The other hand belonged to the revenant itself, reaching with a cold iron grip for his neck and seeking to pry him from its back. "Look out!" Alrion shouted.

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Blaze jumped away, landing face first on the ground. Pain abruptly sprung to his nose at the impact. Broken nose, he assumed instantly.

(OOC: Uh... does the thing explode or something now?)

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Alrion, now with nothing to grab and pull back, fell backwards himself, hitting the floor, then scrambling to his feet and for the door.

(It's a ghost possessing armour. Why would it explode?)

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(The ghost inside could explode? Lol.)

Blaze rose to his feet slowly, using a nearby stone wall for slight support as he followed Alrion, noticing a sharp pain which pulsed in his leg.

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Alrion reached out a hand, offering to help support his weight if he needed it, as the wraith behind them slowly rose up to its feet once more and turned about. With a firm kick Alrion booted the door shut, then moved to latch it closed. "I doubt that'll hold it," he muttered, earlier mirth gone to bitterness, "We'd best get moving. I think there's a courtyard that way. Something unnatural is afoot and I doubt either of us particularly wish to wait around."

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Blaze sighed, he was exhausted, he had never fought so many people at once. He grinned at the accomplishment, following Alrion. Blaze's companion had surely been a great help, and the assassin was thankful for that.

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Alrion kept his head forwards as there was the loud chopping thunk of metal on wood. The wraiths blade sunk into the door, piercing it slightly, but for now it held. "I can see light up ahead," Alrion muttered, determined not to think of what lay behind them. It was a short walk to be out into the courtyard, and already the grid-like portcullis was being lowered from a crank over head being turned by a pair of guards.

The pair looked human, a small mercy, and they looked to be alone. The walls of this small fort were stone and tall, maybe three meters up. One of the two guards rose, picking up a bow from nearby and notching an arrow.

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Character Portrait: Mayoki Starmourn

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In the Dungeon of the Realm of Stories, unknown to everyone but her, Mayoki Starmourn sat in her cage, chained to the roof of the cage, her cuts slowly healing.

Her bones realigned, and she slowly cracked her neck. She wasn't dead, and it would be a while until she was. The Multiverse would see and hear of Mayoki Starmourn once again. The would feel her Wrath.

And they would hear of Lady Starlight's daughter, the daughter of The Goddess of Light.

And they would feel her darkness.

Mayoki left the Dungeon, killing everyone and anyone who came in her way. The guards were incinerated with one look. She gave coy smiles to the other prisoners, and right before she exited the Dungeon, she was covered in shadows.

When she was seen again, she was wearing a long black dress with a long, high slit. The dark blue colour outlined the dress. The sleeveless dress was contrasted with a red choker and dark blue criss-crossed ribbons tied around her arms tightened the skin. Her arms were curled around her bust, and her long red hair was let out.

She payed a visit to her mother. Lady Starlight screamed.

"How are enough here??!! You should be dead!!"

"Hmm? Oh, you mean how you killed me yourself with your prison of light? Well, it may have been painful, but not strong enough to kill me. So, wanna say hi to dad?" Mayoki smiled a cruel, coy smile, and killed her Mother. She let her body stay there.

Let the rest of the world know about this. Let them cower in fear knowing I am back. She laughed as she left her mother's body to rot.

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