Graded [The Underbelly] The Twisted Underbelly

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Scylla Vixen

Scylla looked out beyond whatever living carnage remained only to observe as the flames continued to consume everything in their path. Scylla nodded at Arthurs suggestion to move on as she coughed with a hand over her mouth and nose. The stench was horrid as all manner of debris from the slums turned to smoke which included all manner of waste and burning flesh. It was a frantic scene, as screaming was heard throughout the area.
Scylla followed closely, her light boots tapping about the wet cobbled alleyways. She’d look over her shoulder, making sure no one had spotted them. She wasn't used to moving among groups, she’d been mostly alone until now. Part of her felt uneasy, she didn't know where she was going and with the Underbelly in such a state of turmoil really added to her concern. She damned her luck.

Upon hearing Arthur's response to her question, it was almost expected. Whether secrecy or ignorance it was impossible to tell, Arthur seemed very calculated in his words. Yet, suspicion didn't cross the young witch mind, after all why would he go out of his way to offer compensation and survival if his intentions were malignant? Reason suggested trust. At least for now.

As she followed, Vasumirs bold question seemed to snap her out of her deepening inner thought patterns. She waited for Arthur to go first, as Scylla was not the most trusting of others. Down here it almost seemed as if you gave your name, you gave your life. A rule that her mind would need to overturn at this time, since working together to survive was generally more important now. And considering that they all just contributed to the death of six assailants, it seemed only fair to cooperate.
Looking at the pale one as they moved through the shadows of the alleyways. Her features were hidden from sight holding her staff behind her back as she began.
“I am Scylla, Scylla Vixen…” She’d look over her shoulder once more before looking back at him. “...what about yours?” She asked as her eyes determined his attire. She had questions of her own to ask, but decided against them considering the circumstances.

As they approached another part of the maze-like alleyways dotted about the Underbellies cityscape she noticed Arthur stopped to look back at Vasumir and herself. Scylla was amazed at the amount of fighting that had ensued, puzzled further at Arthur for stopping to consider the losing fighters life. Was he trying to see what she would do? Upon first sight it simply looked like just another fight among the many fights which had broken out hours before. Upon further observation though, Scylla's frozen heart seemed to thaw for the one about to die. Surely, she understood the cycles of life, death and undeath. However, the ideology that the strong preyed and destroyed the weak didn't sit too well with Scylla. It was impossible to determine if that was the case though, a thought the witch pondered as she crossed her arms in her usual way.

“It’s unfortunate, but most fitting we do nothing..” She began as she observed how the wooden stake made the man gurgle in his blood. Her expressionless face was cold as usual. “..yet somehow, strange as it may be, I say we save him to die another day.” Scylla's mind recalled her mentors lessons on upholding the balance of life and death. She wasn’t used to feeling much sympathy.


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[Eccentric_Undead]

Jason Ithbecka
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So much has happened in this sort of time. Jason stood in a daze, still contemplating his own anger and confusion. He knew full well that it wasn't his anger and his confusion, but he also knew that it was something he could not stand. He wasn't going to simply lose his mind. No. This was something he could handle. Yes, part of him wanted to endure with his anger and kill everything in this path. However, he knew that that would make him no better than the people he despised the most on this planet. He stood up straight, leaning his shoulders back as he took a very deep and calming breath. He released it in a long exhale. He and the bugs became more calm as a result. Well, less angry that is. Jason decided that there was no point in making sure that the other people died. Rather, it was much more effective use of his time to make sure that his bugs were properly fed. He looked around and noticed that there was still a lot of corpses lying around.

A smile formed on his face as he looked to his bugs "Eat up." Each of his insects took off, not leaving too far from his side, but finding as many bodies as they could. It became a massive feeding frenzy all around him. Both his large, battle ready insects and the swarm of normal insects that followed him started to feast upon the flesh of all the corpses. Sounds of snapping bone and slurping of meat filled the air. Jason stood with his eyes closed, taking in the sounds of the feast. While the bugs were eating he turned his attention to the woman who stopped him from killing the rest of the group. Wondering what her deal was.

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Vasumir

Arthur Verg. Vasumir would remember that. He felt like someone who had potential, certainly someone worth remembering, even after this was over. Though for that, Vasumir would have to first overcome his current ordeal. The woman however showed clear signs of hesitation, while answering and after. Maybe he sould have formulated his question better? Yes, he should have asked what to call them, to lessen the apparent burden, but what had been done could rarely be reversed, this still held true in this case. But still, he would remember the name Scylla Vixen as well. It did pique his interest, that she had evidently not heard his former introduction, a mistake on Vasumir's part certainly, he should have assumed such, since the distance she had strayed, from the place where he had introduced himself, was most likely to great to assume she could have heard it. As such, he had to redeem his mistakes.

"Vasumir. And pardon me, I had falsely assumed you.."

A plea. A man was crying out for help. Not htat it had been anything special, there had been many, he had seen since he had wlaked with the other two. Arthur oddly enough however, had made a halt. Just for this man. Even stranger was his question. Put aside that Arthur didn't seem like someone who would care for the man, he could have done at any other occasion, so why now? A test to determine Vasumir's character and morals? No, that would be foolish. It was impossible however to determine his intentions, he would have to ask him later. Ah! Maybe that was it? A reason for Vasumir to talk with Arthur later? A way to pique his interest? To increase the chance of him joing this academy? Truly most interesting, if that had been Arthur's intention.

Scylla took however all the attention he had laid on Arthur's attention away. Her sudden shift, to be more exact. One moment she dismissed the man's pleas, the moment following that, she advocated to help. Truly most curious. Vasumir shared the same thoughts as she had initially. There was not much to be gained to rid this world from the assailant nor to save the victimized man. But then again, while Arthur seemed to had shown knowledge and experience with traversing the underbelly, it felt as if, this man could provide even greater help, not to mention, that Vasumir could test something with the assailant.

"While I am most curious why you asked such an odd question now Sir Arthur, let me respond with actions first and inquire you about that later."

A fight was practically unavoidable the moment Scylla voiced her intention, and Vasumir already determined that there was benefit in intervening. One of the benefits, was that he could once more refine what he had just recently acquired and used. As such, he stepped in and closer to the man, as soon as he touched him he started. Trying to let mana flow into the assailants body, but this time, he tried to control it better, to use less, to spread it out all over the body, trying to overhelm him, but not let him die from overflowing, just enough to incapitate him. After all, if the assaulted man was to die, at least the assailant could prove to be a useful source of information, and even if it failed, it should help Vasumir refine his fine control as well as increasing the chance for the next time, he had to make someone pass out instead of outright killing them.

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[Shatter Shard]

Dayle Keller
"Red Star's Bastard Dog"

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Underbelly of Ryken, Marketplace

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The Underbelly

Dayle's blood boiled as he slashed and whipped the bastards down. His chains would weave and rattle, and the sickening sound of flesh tearing and being battered rang throughout his ears. His enemies would nearly get some shots in, but the help of his men and the rest of the group ensured that there was no further casualties on their side. This time, they were going to massacre those toothless fucks.

Dayle didn't even know how much time has passed before he realized that the last of the opposition was beginning to retreat. He looked down to see a corpse of a lunatic beneath his foot, and the blood that flowed on the metal to his hand dripped and dropped to its face. It was lifeless, yet it was full of malice. There was abhorrence and disgust in Dayle's face as he kicked it away.

Dayle stood, blood splattered all over his clothes, and his hateful gaze gone. He looked at the dead bodies scattered in the marketplace, as an emotion welled up within him. Exhaustion, not from the fight, but from the constant blows to his psyche. So much happened a short amount of time, things that would never happen in his wildest dreams. He could care less about the corpses of the bastards that tried to kill him and his men, but the fact that he cannot take two of his people back was a sudden realization for him. He had never thought that it would go this way. This was supposed to be some kind of recon mission, but instead he lost a lot without gaining anything significant. He let out a breath as he scratched his head.

Hearing the mimic's question, he looked at the sleeping woman and the guy. "It's better if you hear it from them." He replied as he wrapped his chains back to his arm again. He still had some reservations against the chest mimic in front of him, but at the very least it doesn't seem hostile to them. Although he could solidify that he stood with the thief's group, they were also the culprit for the stolen stone. He'd rather let the man take the heat, and if things get worse, he can help cool it down later. Besides, he wasn't here at the start of the whole thing.

He shifted his focus to the old man as he talked with a grin, but he had no mental energy to spare. He could've cursed and threw a punch, but instead he let the old man's words sink into him. "Magnanimous, huh." he said as he looked at his men, who were recuperating with banter. "I'd rather be with people who are interested in the same things as me." He looked back at the old man to continue "In this case, we didn't like those fuckers, so I helped." He hacked and spat at a lunatic corpse nearby.

Finally, he looked at the man who helped him fend off the lunatics. "Hey." he called, nodding at his direction. "Thanks." He said, gratitude clear in his eyes. He saw what he did, and so it was only right to acknowledge him sincerely.

He winded his arm as he walked towards his men, and they welcomed their boss with glad expressions in their faces.

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Rowan considered the girl for a moment, deciding to tell the truth, as word had spread down in the Underbelly quite quickly. She herself probably knew about it, considering how goddamn fast the chaos had started. "Got separated from my boss when the chaos started. We're doing as everyone else is doing- looking for the stupid rock." She was staunchly ignoring the bugs that were feeding on the corpses- an unfortunate reality that she had to compartmentalize, along with the other shit she had seen as a merc. Though, they didn't have much time- the man was probably coming back with reinforcements.

Rowan walked over to the house the girl was at, using slow, measured steps to not startle her. Not that they couldn't take her, but it would be such a wasted effort to get her out of danger to kill her again from provocation. Then, seeing how close the houses were, she had an idea on how to loose themselves in the city- and hopefully find a way to get to the Seeing Stone, and back to Arthur.
"If we have company, they won't expect us to leave by the rooftops." Rowan said calmly to Baxtor and Jason, using her magic (Advanced Barrier Stairs-E-0 Post Cooldown) to create a set of five stairs that led to the roof of the building, not quite next to the girl, but close enough so they could talk. She would hold the stairs up long enough so Baxtor and Jason could climb onto the roof with them.

"He can protect us," Rowan gestured to Jason and his sentry bugs, his little minions doing a fine job of protecting them thus far. " While I can provide an alternative escape route. Most gaps in the buildings can be crossed with my stairs, and I can keep making them. That man said you killed their leader's kid. I personally don't know why, and don't care why. As long as you're not going to act shady and betray people who saved your life. Even if you get one of us, well...you've seen what we can do." Rowan paused, to give a little more weight to her words, as she didn't need to threaten the girl. She didn't seem stupid enough to go against them, even with Baxtor being injured, but it was best to give her a hint that it wouldn't be so pleasant to turn on them. "My name is Rowan, and I'm offering a deal of sorts. We're looking for my boss at the moment. If ya want to come with us, maybe get a job and build a life for yourself aboveground, then by all means come with us. Bonus points if you know where the exit is and can lead us to it. If you come with us, fine. If not, it's no sweat off my back. It's not charity work, as you seem capable. Though, they're probably coming back soon, and your chances are better with a group than by yourself, even if only for a short while."

Whatever happened, Rowan would use her Advanced Barrier Stairs to get them across the gaps in the houses, leading them away to go find Arthur and the cursed stone. Or at the very least, she would let someone else lead, who knew what they were doing. If she needed an extra stair or two, she would use her Basic Barrier Stair-F-Multiple Post Cooldown to aid in getting them across, combining it with Advanced Barrier Stair to lengthen the distance she could go, or at the very least, give everyone a railing so they wouldn't fall off if they became unbalanced.

 

[Goran Glacial]

Baxtor Everfrost

Baxtor sighed heavily decidedly ignoring the soon to be dead man's words as he stared frustrated at his inability to wrap his own broken arm. Finally deciding to ignore fixing it at current he walked behind the dead bandit where his sword was picking ut up with his left hand careful not to move the broken right arm at any time, when he picked up his short sword he sheathed it before slowly walking over to Rowan and the others silently. When the bugs began to eat he turned his head away disinterested in it entirely. As rowan began to speak baxtor nodded at certain things but was clearly distracted by his pain and injury, once the adrenaline died down it started hurting heavily causing baxtor to clench his teeth doing his best to endure the pain. Baxtor may not be looking forward to it but he knew he must make a sacrifice to survive down here since there was no "Decent" doctors only organ merchants.

 

[Skyhunter]

The Twisted Underbelly



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The Marketplace, Neutral Territory



Mim, the Mimic Knight, looked happy to have these companions reunited, they seemed to know one another. Although there was something biting at him, and he wanted to say what he was thinking. " Hold there you lot. " Mim proclaimed, walking up to the small group of survivors that have made it through this terrible day for the Underbelly. Just another day honestly. " I can sense a power coming from you few. " He pointed at the down and sleeping Clover, clutching her bag with the Seeing Stone inside. " That she holds, whatever she has caused all this chaos, that made these gangs fight one another and killed innocents. " Mim explained looking at the sleeping woman, his large eye then looked to the few of them left.



" I should just eat you all, not like you'd be able to stop me. " Mim spat out a tower shield about six feet tall with spikes on the front about seven inches long, then alongside with it, Mim also spat out a large scimitar, catching both with his long arms, holding the shield on the ground and resting his sword on his shoulder looking at them all. Ready to slaughter them all... But. Mim felt different, this wasn't completely their fault, they couldn't have known about whatever they were carrying to cause all of this, to summon cultists and that Long Legs he has heard so much about. " But I won't kill you lot. " Mim sighed, like it was a very difficult decision. " Behind you go further into the marketplace, you'll see a couple of armed civilians, tell them Mim sent you. They'll take you to an evacuation crew that are headed to the city of Ryken. " The Knight explained, he was about to explain more when there was a loud deep breath behind Mim. The Mimic stopped and chuckled instead, thanks to his 360 Vision, he was able to see what was coming and turned his body around.

Behind Mim, the Mimic Knight, stood that same hooded figure that had a dagger to Rudy's neck, smiling with his eyes glowing purple as he stared at his prey. He exhaled deeply while hands were placed behind his back, slowly he pulled out two long and wicked looking daggers, jagged and sharp. Almost like they were broken, he watched the group and stepped forward. " You all will make great slaves for the First Rulers when they return. Once I convert you and show you the true way. " He proclaimed, " This entire Twisted Underbelly will see the true extent of the First Rulers, especially with the Academy's Prototype. We will show you all the true way. " He continued. " Scavengers and vermin, the lot that you are. Become true and ideal. Hail the return of the Tyrant Siblings. " He chuckled evilly.



Mim gave a low laugh, " A casted away scum that turns innocents into walking brainless abominations, your end is here. " Mim announced, an eye appeared on his back to stare at the group. " You lot, best get out of here, take the woman and that stone as well, gangs and wars are the least of your worries, cults are the priority. Keep it out of their clutches, find the evacuation crew and they will get you out. Hurry. " Mim then closed his eye as he moved forward to face this mysterious foe. Both opponents stared at one another, they charged and clashed with each other. Loud clings and clangs echoes into the air, moving fast with their attacks, they pushed each other back. This would be the time to move while Mim had this cultist occupied.

When the gang was able to pick up Clover and her stone, they headed on their way further down the marketplace, finding dead bodies of civilians that were ripped and torn apart with wicked looking weapons. Kiosks broken and turning, strange symbols were drawn on the ground with blood and insides, heads were placed on each corner of these symbols with gouged out eyes, broken jaws and ripped out tongues. Ahead were the bodies of dead cultists on the ground, killed with quick and precise strikes. Slashes across necks, stab wounds through hearts and stomachs or entrails ripped out. After that were three bloodied guards covered in plate and leather, holding weapons that were covered in the same blood. They were fighting off a few cultists, blocking attacks and striking back at these cultists. This had to be the evacuation crew, they had too advanced of armors and weapons to be regular thugs. " You there! " One of them called, holding one hooded cultist back with a arm as the cultist had their hood raised up, trying to bite at the man.

" We need help! You aren't with these...! Things! Help us! " He called, finally pushing the thug back and stabbing the cultist through their neck and twisting it just to pull out with a sickening slice. Only for more to approach from an alleyway. There was about six more that came out of the alleyway, seeing the group they turned on them, drooling and growling. Having no tongues, they only made grunts and disgusting growls. Almost communicating with each other, they moved forward and spread out, this was their last trial before finally getting to freedom.

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Abandoned Home Complex, Leatherguard Territory



The girl the three had saved and got themselves injured for stared at each of them. " You guys aren't very organized. " She spoke, her voice sounding like silk, but it had a hint of coldness to it, seeing the bugs devour the dead Leatherguard in front of her, she didn't flinch at the sight of watching a person be torn apart by these hungry bugs. In fact she smiled a little. Looking up at each of these colorful characters, she sighed. " Alright... I want to make a deal, I am looking for safe passage out of the Underbelly, I know the way out but I can't reach it on my own. " The girl stared at each of them, " But since I am alone and it looks like you fools want to leave as well, especially his royal highness over there. I just need a group to leave and you few want out. I'd say it's a good deal. "



Now as she gave them a proclamation to consider, one more Leatherguard came running out of the nearest alleyway with a large smile on his face, stopping in his tracks seeing the sight before him, he was some young kid, younger than the girl they have saved. " You guys get her!? The boss is expecting her- " His smile soon turned to shock and doom. Seeing his friends being devoured by bugs and the murderers standing above them, he didn't have words at first, looking up at each of them then saw the girl. " Oh no. " He whispered, only for a magical arrow to find it's way through his chest, the kid spat up blood and took a step back, looking down at the magical arrow through his chest, his eyes looked back up at the girl the group had saved, holding a magical blue bow in her hand readying another arrow.

With tears in his eyes, his hands were shaky, " W-Wait Aelsha- " He spoke as if he was familiar with the girl, but an arrow flew through his eyeball and into the back of his head. The child soldier then fell to his knees and fell forward on the ground. The girl, Aelsha, had let the arrow go, having no emotion in her eyes, " Never thought you would have betrayed me. Shame. " She then released the magic as the bow dissipated into the air. Looking to the group again, she shrugged, now staring at Rowan upon hearing her deal. " Actually, I'll take that deal. " Aelsha stated coldly, " Your stairs will be very helpful in getting away from these fools, I know the way out of here, I hear there is a Evacuation crew by the marketplace, these homes lead to that part over there. " The girl explained. " Well, your boss should be capable of himself if you're capable. He'll be there or he won't. Depends on if he is strong, if he isn't he will be dead, but that's no sweat off my back. " She was very smarty even with a cold expression.

She followed Rowan up onto the roofs then began to lead the group over the rooftops with Rowan's ability at hand, as they moved, they would see Leatherguard members moving through the alleyways below them, they were moving back to wherever in a quick manner. But then new people would come into the territory, hooded figures carrying daggers that looked broken then molded. " Interesting... Never seen them before... " the girl whispered, looking ahead of them on the rooftops, they would see a Leatherguard laying against a chimney, bloodied and torn up. Letting out whimpers and groans of pain. " Damn those beasts... " He muttered quietly, trying to cling to life. Seeing the group he groaned. " Who are you lot? " He asked but then saw Aelsha, " Ah, never mind, didn't expect you to be saved. " The man groaned, barely able to move. He was torn up, his body was covered in slashes and deep gashes, his face was more messed up, half his face was flayed off but his eye was still intact, his other eye on his intact face was ripped out. " You finally leaving, are you? Well you best get going before those beasts get you. " He chuckled a little but then groaned in pain from laughing.

Aelsha stopped and faced the man, crouching down, " Hello, father, I didn't think I'd find you in this state. What did this to you? " She still sounded cold and unconcerning. The man groaned, " That new group of savages that came to the Underbelly not that long ago, they are moving into our territory, the ones that praise some blue something. They have more dimwits in their cult than we realized. " He hissed in pain.

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Alleyways, Gang War Central



Arthur Verg



Watching the two unknown men fight each other, Arthur had respect for them, he could see how badly wounded they were and through the sounds they were making, the desperate noises, these men were fighting with all they had. But one had the upper hand over the other. Hearing Scylla and Vasimur's opinions, Arthur nodded, about to take a step forward, Vasimur was already ahead of him. Arthur didn't say a word and followed after the albino mage, ready to activate his ability if needed. Vasimur using his mana flowing powers, bloated the man full of mana, letting the man Croven go, falling backwards with cries of pain. Not like the man could do anything when weak as he was, Arthur then turned to the down man that almost lost his fight and life. " Oh gods thank you! " The man let out a heavy sigh, sweaty and bloody, he held a hand up. Arthur took his hand and pulled him up to his feet. Croven then leaned against the wall catching his breath. " Thank you... "

Arthur stared at the man as he caught his breath, looking to Vasimur and the man he held under imprisonment, " Good use of your abilities, Vasimuir. " He looked to the exhausted man who finally caught his breath and stood up straight staring at his three saviors, he then looked and stared at Arthur. " You. " He exhaled. " You. I heard of you, you were the one that beat that old elf up, Setzen. " Arthur thought for a moment before replying. " Yes I did. And I would again. " Arthur admitted. Croven laughed before he held his side in pain. " Yeah, I'm glad someone did. We can't touch him. " The man groaned, " He's in our gang, one of the top member's uncles. Loves to talk his shit and think he owns us all. None of us could do anything so I am glad he got his face beaten in. " Croven laughed, " You are a friend to us, the Divees. Our gang knows of you, we will help with anything. " Before Arthur could speak, he heard members walking into the alleyway, " Gods I hope Croven is alive! He got dragged away from our fight! "

There was a small group of gang members, wearing chainmail mixed with scales. " Oi! He's with those fools over there! " The group was spotted before getting ran up on. But Croven waved a hand " WAIT! " He screeched until the small group stopped in their tracks, holding broken and worn-down weapons. " This is the guy that beat Setzen up, he put his foot in his mouth. " Croven explained. The group of gangmembers that were about to attack them immediately changed their attitude. " You did us all a favor! That dumbass has had it coming! " " Yeah! That damn old elf thinks he can run the gang from the back! " " Yeah! Fuck him! " The small group all chimed in, showing their approval of Arthur. Arthur didn't look too amused, he knew what to do. " I am glad to have helped, but I am more concerned with getting these two out of here. Will you please help us? " Arthur asked. The group all looked at each other then back at Arthur, " Of course we will. " It was Croven that spoke up. " You helped us shut that elf up, we will get you to the marketplace, a few of our gang are there helping the Evacuation Crew with civilians. The Divees remember their friends, even though our higher ups don't like you, us grunts do. We will head there now before you get found out. " Arthur felt relieved, thankfully this terrible situation has turned in their favor.

" What about him? " Arthur asked, pointing at the man that Vasimur held down. Croven picked up his stick and limped on over, " Waitwaitwait! Please-! " Croven stabbed the stick through the downed man's jugular before moving on, " Bastard tries to kill me and thinks he can plea for his life. " One of his gang members began helping Croven move. Arthur sighed as he followed after the small gang that would lead them to their freedom from this terrible place, the smell of burning bodies and blood filled the air. As the group moved through into the open city, corpses filled the streets, large piles of bodies were being burned. Blood would fill nostrils mixed with the stink of death and burning bodies. The more they walked, the more corpses would be seen. Everywhere, the streets barely could be seen, so many people died and for what? Nothing. Eventually the group would make their way up to where the marketplace was where they would find dead hooded figures with disformed faces and half naked corpses with black sacks over their heads, many of their corpses covered the ground. They would see armed guards fighting off these strange, clothed people that wielded jagged and sharp weapons, they had no armor so were cut down easily. " You there! Come help us! " They called. There were a few of these strange enemies that turned on the ground and charged at them, wielding jagged daggers.

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[Laszalet]

Vasumir

Coincidence after Coincidence. Fateful Encounter after fateful encounter. One after another. It was clear, these events, they had to be orchestrated, to be manipulated, by another entity. Another force. Hmm. But why did it matter? His thoughts, his decison was to follow fate, or whatever he wished to call the puppetier, all while questioning whether it was the right decision. Yet neither felt right. Neither questioning nor following, was what he wished. Wished? No. Wanted. It just felt... odd. These feelings, they were new, yet they felt, nostalgic. And his thoughts, certainly were just as seperated from his feelings, as he was from his previous position. Yes. Previous position. There was it. His past self, that was the source of his confusion, if that even was the right word.

But no time to think. Wait. Was he trying to surpress his thoughts? Was it even important to listen to what Arthur had done? Was it important, to gauge the intention of these newly appeared goons? Yes. As a distraction. Although the smell of corpses certainly provided a great amount of distraction as well. And then there was the sound of weapons clashing at each other. More adversaries came into his sight. Held back by armed men. Hadn't been long since he had encountered them last. Folk who were more capable, or at least more resilient. Resilient enough, that he did not believe, he would be able to come out unharmed, if even alive.

But they had the advantage. Wrong. We had the advantage. In numbers at least. Vasumir had to adept, that he was at least currently working together with others. But there was something else he had to adept to. Something he hadn't expected. So unwelcome and yet so helpful. Fear? No. Hesitation.
Ah. His body tensed up. Now he understood.

"Hahaahhahahahah."

Vasumir just couldn't control himself any more. No, he had tried so hard and did it too much, yet he had at the same time failed to control himself. So paradox. Yet so clear. His damn logic, and his damn instincts, both had not accustomed, had not changed. Vasumir realized it, both still acted as if he stood in his previous world, as if his life had to be preserved, as if he still had to fulfill an important goal. It was truly harrowing, just how much he had actually failed, to accustome properly. Why didn't he realize it sooner? All the contradictions...
He had forgotten where his life once had begun. He had forgotten, that he once felt just as he did right now, and how these feelings, brought him to where he once was.

His instincts and logic, tried to preserve him. Both remained stuck. He slapped his cheek.
Wake up!
...
Yes.

His memories resurfaced, saving him once more.
His childhood days, trying to survive, yet also, acting without hesitation, without worry. No foolish self questioning, just doing, what he thought to be right. He cared to much for the potential outcome. To much about his future, about this future. He knew nothing of this world, yet he had tried to project his old one onto it.

So foolish. He shook his head.

He had already succeeded in his task before, he didn't have to care nor change this world in any way. Just life in this world, once more, just life as he wished.
Just like old times...

What did it matter if he perished? It didn't!

"Pardon my... outburst." Vasumir smiled, as genuinely as he hadn't done in a long time.

"I just had realized, how amusing life can be. Now, Sir Arthur, since there seem to be more adversaries standing directly in our way, I assume a fight will break out? I do not care particularly care for the life of the assaulted, nonetheless, these creatures seem to be a problem wish shouldn't be delayed. But I digress. I would have to ask you for your direct assistance once more, for I did not suddenly acquire new abilities. And while I do enjoy our talk, I fear, delaying the inevitable any longer, will most likely require me to have another realization."

If he so much as spent even a second on overthinking his coming actions... He would probably hesitate again, stop his actions, and then regret having done so.
"So, I hope for my own well-being that yours truly, is ready to intervene. This instance."

It was stupid, rash, foolish and a thousand other negative things. Yet, necessary. Such an opportunity of high danger while accompanying relative safety. He couldn't assume for it to come again. Neither any time soon, nor even ever again. He just had to rush, to act in extrem dissonance and confrontation with his very being. If he didn't change, his survival was worthless. That was, what he felt this very instance. He felt his heart pump.
Faster and faster and faster. Increasing with every step, every meter he came closer to the enemy, to his opportunity and his potential death. Did he felt excited?

... Hah. How long had it been. He had forgotten, how nice it felt, to not think everything over, to just act. To just throw yourself in to a mess. Would he succeeded in grabbing these creatures and pumping them full? Would it even be effective against them? Did he have enough steam, to fill up even more than one? All these question, he usually would have thought about, not this time. This time, only time and chance would tell, whether he succeeded and whether he would even come out as more than another corpse.

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[RavenSong]

Scylla

Scylla followed slowly behind Arthur, immediately noticing Vasumir once again perform his mana trick. Surprisingly it kept working, to which Scylla nodded in approval as she crossed her arms. Her cold eyes staring at the painful bloating as the man slithered in affliction. She thought about her early days learning about magic, harnessing it, twisting it to her will. Savoring every second of agony she instilled upon her coven's prisoners.
Still somewhat in disbelief at her decision to spare the losing fighter, it was not in her nature to reveal sympathy. She suddenly felt vulnerable. Weak. Exposed. She hated feeling mercy. In such a cruel, crude place there was no room for a bleeding heart. But it seemed that’s what it would take to escape this hellish place.

Her gaze turned towards the one they saved as he began to laugh. It seemed Arthur had a reputation within the Underbelly. She wondered just how deep his connections went in this horrid place. Not out of suspicion but out of self interest. Perhaps, he could be persuaded to join her cause. She wondered, as her amber eyes glowed within the hood of her cloak.

Arthur and Croven exchanged words, most of which was common praise. To which Scylla assumed would have its repercussions down the line. Beating up a reputable thug could spur into action all manner of vengefulness. But for now, it seemed this Croven was on their side, and really at this moment that’s all that mattered.

“We should move on.” She said with a tinge of restlessness in her voice.

But before anyone else could speak, a voice and many footsteps could be heard down the alley. Chain mail, rusty iron and many rugged smirks revealed a group of ruffians approaching. Scylla's face contorted in disgust as she prepared for a fight, her wispy magic once again manifesting as the raw necrotic energy was summoned to her will. “Right on time.” She remarked bitterly, Yet, before she could utter a spell Croven threw himself in front of her with a loud shout.

Upon Crovens’ explanation, Scylla blinked with surprise as the gang began to shout all manner of approving vitriol and less than savory praise towards Arthur. She glanced back at him confused as her magic neutralized and returned to her usual state. What the hell is going on here? She thought as she returned her gaze towards the gang who had agreed to help them. More than a few returning her gaze in lust, murmuring and mumbling inaudible suggestive comments.

Scylla scowled as her arms crossed, surely they could find a way out without this gang. But strength in numbers was always a reassuring reason to follow through with the plan that was unfolding. Even if the company was unsavory.

She had moved to stand next to Vasumir as Croven limped towards the swollen opponent at her feet. Not thinking twice about piercing his face with the very same stick he’d be killed with. The witch smiled. A cold reality ran through Scylla's spine reminding her of the aggressive nature of people. Even the most civilized, if faced with hardship, wouldn't hesitate to kill. Mercy was an exception, never the rule.

As the gang set the pace out of this vile place, walking past giant piles of burning bodies, gore filled streets and numerous wounded bystanders. The waterways were stained with crimson and entrails were scattered about the cobbled roads. Scylla followed at some distance next to Vasumir covering her nose with her cloak - the smell was overwhelming. Hearing him laugh all of a sudden made her head tilt in confusion. Then slapping himself made her roll her eyes. He seemed composed until now, but she assumed it was all beginning to tax his mind. He appeared anxious, or nervous.. maybe both as he explained his defenseless situation. To which Scylla was sympathetic as she placed a cold, porcelain hand on Vasumir's shoulder. “Don’t be afraid..” She started “..stay close, I’ll look after you.” Soon they arrived at the marketplace, the area looked like a grueling battle had ensued. Suddenly a few of the strange clothed fiends charged at them, Scylla looked on with spite as she prepared for battle.

The staff in Scylla's hands awakened at her beckon, black shades and white spirits encircled the witches figure as she made the incantation, taking careful aim she’d focus the spectral magic at her command at the rampaging dagger wielding cultists. [Spectral Blast]

• Spectral Blast - Magic affinity E - Witchcraft Affinity F - Magic Range F - concentrates necrotic magic into a skull shaped sphere that is hurled at a target, ghostly screeching as it connects- grade E - 1 post cool down

Skyhunter Laszalet

 

[Shatter Shard]

Dayle Keller
"Red Star's Bastard Dog"

Strength
Precision
Intelligence
Vitality
Speed

[ D ]
[ F ]
[ E ]
[ E ]
[ E ]

E

Active Titles:
Human | Thug

-Ryke-
Underbelly of Ryken, Marketplace

Code by: Shatter Shard

The Underbelly

"This is the last stretch boys!" Dayle declared as he ran with his group "Show 'em hell!" With a flourish from his chains, he attacked the nearest cultist with a colder hatred than before. The presence of more allied forces caused Dayle and his men to form a tighter formation and covered their flanks as they advanced. It wasn't a rush of attacks, but rather a steady pace of attacking and defending trying to conserve their stamina as they got closer to the allied forces. His men would bob and weave between the chains, covering their backs as well as having clear view to punch anyone close.

For a single moment, Dayle felt relief from the sight of the evacuation team, but his eyes immediately focused again once he saw a few more cultists coming in to join to fray. There were six, but the team were already busy dealing with the rest of them. It was going to be tough, but Dayle steeled himself. The way out's right there, and there's no way in hell he will let it go. He planted his foot forward, and whipped his chains as it struck like a coiled snake at the incoming cultists (Catch 'em Lackin). The rest of his men took positions around Dayle and would provide him with cover if needed.

He and his men were getting exhausted from everything that's happening. It would be best for them if they could end this skirmish soon and get out of the hellhole known as the Twisted Underbelly.

Invoked Abilities
[1 | CD] [E] Catch 'em Lackin: Fighting Style [Bonebreaker] E, Chainz [Flexible] F| Dayle flourishes his chains, making it unclear when or where the next attack would come next, before striking wildly. If an opponent is caught off-guard, Dayle can potentially disarm or trip them.

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[Goran Glacial]

Baxtor Everfrost

Baxtor scoffed at the women's comment of "his highness" and decided he would stay silent for now seeing as though he was horrifically unprepared for this trip to the underbelly and make sure his next steps were more careful once he got back topside. As he followed he nodded silently to himself at the death of the betrayer, but made no further gesture. When they arrived at the wounded man he was quite surprised at her cold and unfeeling addressal of him even though he was dying and giving advice but then again he did not know their circumstances nor their background. Baxtor idled close making sure to stick close to the group incase anything happened but was otherwise thinking on things in his head.

 

[slifer37]

"We met like an hour ago, so we're not exactly a perfect team, but we get by. For now, it's a temporary alliance, and do what the hell you want aboveground." Rowan replied with a shrug. Rowan heard the girl's name being called, and she turned her head to see the girl, Aelsha, shoot the boy in the chest, killing him. It took a few seconds to process what happened, but how fucked up it really was made her stomach drop. On one hand, it hurt to see a child be killed. On the other hand, he was old enough to understand that in betraying Aelsha, he had sentenced her to death and torture. She didn't say anything- she didn't need to. Betrayal wasn't something that could be taken lightly, and she had the right to kill the boy. Didn't feel good, but betrayal never felt good. "Let's go, everyone." Was all she could say before they set off, not about to let this cloud the ultimate goals- escaping, finding Arthur, and finding the godforsaken stone.

Her job was to focus on the path before them, and she focused on that, making sure everyone moved safely across the rooftops. Though in her opinion, the cold and unconcerned act seemed a bit forced. Maybe it was real, maybe it was fake, or it could be a mix of both and living down in the underground.

Somehow, they came across Aelsha's father, who seemed to be dying. Rowan had done enough merc work to know that he was dying- and he probably wasn't going to live from his wounds. Sure, Rowan didn't know jack about her father, or how her relationship was to him. She could still offer her courtesy. Though, Rowan had enough power to allow herself to be warm to Aelsha, considering her father was dying and someone she had trusted betrayed her. Though, it would be against the girl's best interest to consider that kindness to be weakness. "Do any last rites you want. We don't have much time."
Either way, Rowan would use her powers to get them away, keeping them out of harm's way the best she could.

 

[Goran Glacial]

Baxtor Everfrost

Baxtor cracked his neck clearly disinterested by any funeral rites said man would have. baxtor was more concerned they could catch up to arthur and the stupid rock before they fell too far behind. baxtor looked from aelsha to her father but sighed before speaking "As if the god here cared about such small things" in baxtor's opinion the god's mass reincarnation he was pulling off was done because fixing the world more directly was beyond his means already which was why he was entrusting everything to a massive group of strangers who didn't even know of each other. baxtor scrowled thinking of the fact that the Everfrost family didn't think the same skipping over himself and choosing his brother all because baxtor himself was another worlder. sighing sadly baxtor looked at the underbelly ceiling clearly distraught at his family and circumstances of both worlds. After a brief self pity moment baxtor once again spoke " Although it would be nice to do some long ceremony i don't think arthur will wait for us considering my impression of him but maybe he's just a super serious person i don't know the academy didn't give me much information about the others... whatever i just hope he got that stupid thing and is ready to leave this god's forsaken place."

 

[D. Rex]

Breathless. Chest heaving with the exertion of the fighting, Rudolph finally lowered Clovers weapon as the last of the cultists ran. How he managed it... he could only account to his newfound strength in this world. And this weapon of Clovers. He was alive though... they were alive. And that counted most. Counted more than having killed some people. Something to worry about later.

Francois was back. Good, the old man survived. Rudolph acknowledged him and his help with a nod. It was good to see some friendly faces here. Like Franky. Like this Dayle, fellow who seemed to be proving a good ally in this so far.

Unlike this abominable chest monster. Save them only to think about eating them. Could Rudolph stop the thing? Maybe? Maybe not... though if Rudolph was going to be destined to go down a monsters gullet, he'd damm sure do all in his power to make sure the monster choked on him.

At least he didn't have to find out.


"I hate this place..." he grumbled under his breath. Madness after madness, it seemed. Somehow getting blame for this mess was somehow adding salt to the wound. But no sooner could he explain himself than an all too familiar figures appeared. A madman to add to all this madness. Not ideal. So much for having lost the cultists in the market place... they should have kept running....


Rudolph was already back with Clover. Still konked out. How to get her out of here and fight.... that was easier said than done as they weren't out of the woods yet. Not by a longshot, and if their luck kept coming up like this, then they would probably never get out. Be hounded by these freaks u til they keeled over from exhaustion and stabbed with some rusty knife. Or eaten. Or fall to their deaths. Or stepped on by a giant bug. Or caught in a fire. Or some magic thing blows up. Or shot by someone with their guns. Yeah...

"I'll give you the full run down once we get out of this place. But I am sure glad to see you... I was worried you might have died back there. Sorry we couldn't have slowed down to check. But yeah... let's book it.."

There was no time to get creative... hurrying as he could, he reached his arms under Clover and lifted her up. With one arm supporting her back, and his other holding up her legs. Standing back up and making sure that he had a good grip on her. He wasnt about to leave her behind in this. No.





With Clover in his arms, Rudolph gave a respectful nod to Dayle, and followed after him. The sooner the better. The sooner they could get out of her. But even as that mimic knigjt was covering their escape.... even then the cursed luck of the Underbelly reared its ugly head.


The scene they entered was yet another one tainted by violence and murder. Bloody carnage.. Death and cultists. These guards, the first guards Rudy thinks he has seen this entire time here, were not faring so well against them... so much for having a nice escort out of here.



Dayle didn't need to be told twice of what needed to be done. He was already getting into position.

Almost moving of their own accord, Rudolph stepped forward to help clear a way through... but stopped. He had Clover. And he could set her down... not with the cultists... not with that sibling freak leader. If he set her or the stone down... they could lose both. He wasmt about to let that happen... yet something in him really hated the thought he wasn't helping.

"We'll push forward and get out of here together!" Rudolph told the guards. "Mim sent us. If we can get this girl out of here, then this entire shitstorm down here should calm down. We can't let these freaks get her."

 

[Skyhunter]

The Twisted Underbelly



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The Marketplace, Neutral Territory



Arthur Verg



Arthur sighed as he saw these cultists, it just never ends, does it? Arthur shook his head as he walked towards these figures, the smell of burning bodies wasn't enough, he could smell the disgusting cultists as they neared, they smelled of death, blood, and gross body fluids. They looked like wild madmen, wielding jagged and almost broken daggers. They were putting their lives at risk, yet they kept coming at them, even with no armor they weren't afraid to die. Arthur groaned a little, getting sick of all this fighting, yes Arthur was getting sick of fighting. He just wanted the day to be over, the hallucinations of the people Arthur had killed in his previous life appeared within his vision, their whisperings quiet. The former hitman saw both Vasimur pass by him, something completely out of character for him, at least to Arthur who had met this man earlier and he seemed very calm and collective.

Arthur didn't really know what got into his head, but the hitman inside him didn't mind seeing Vasimur act out. He groaned as his purple arm began to glow, pushing his arm out and grasped onto a weapon that manifested before him. (Spiritual Ordnance: Basic - E - 1 PC) " To the grave you all will go. " Arthur growled with hateful malice, before him Arthur saw the faces of those he has killed, but they did not matter, what mattered was helping these people out of here. He felt like these two strangers were his responsibility, or at least he wanted to help them out of this terrible place. In Arthur's hand conjured a 9mm pistol, twelve round magazine, semi-auto. Arthur felt the weapon in his hand and smiled, walking in front of Vasimur and Scylla, " Keep yourselves safe, let me be the one to get hurt. " Arthur said coldly pointing the gun up at the first cultist, he fired. BOOM! Arthur watched his bullet make it's connection into a cultist's head, instantly taking them down. They were still human, that meant they could easily be killed.

Scylla's Spectral Blast would tear apart a rampaging cultist that came closer, giving no regard for their own life nor caring for one another's. Her blast would slice one cultist into pieces of gore and limbs, The Divees gang members moved on ahead and began battling the cultists, " Go! We got these fools! They won't kill us! We'll see you soon! " One yelled as they fought these fools. Arthur looked to Scylla and Vasimur, " Let's go. We need to keep moving. " Arthur told the two, grabbing Vasimur and pushing him forward then looking to Scylla, giving her a nod, he wasn't going to touch her but she would know what to do. Moving ahead, there would be more cultists fighting the rest of the mercenaries that were hired to make sure everyone that wasn't hostile made it out of the Underbelly. Arthur pointed his pistol at the closest cultist and fired, a bullet flew through the head of one cultist that was about seven feet from the approaching three.

The scaled armor mercenaries were doing their best on defending their position, cutting cultists down with extreme ease, their armor now that they grew closer had an eagle on their chest, these men were a serious group of fighters, able to hold their own against this overwhelming force of crazed individuals. Arthur would be able to see the group from earlier, Francois, that thief being carried by her boyfriend, and the Red Star Bastard with his remaining gang. Arthur was a little relieved, they had the stone secured, this was good. Eventually the cultists would all be extinguished, luckily, they were routed and easily dispatched. Eventually they met with one man who had a silver eagle on his shoulder. " Hail. " He looked tired, his sword and armor covered in cultist blood, his eyes looked steel and determined, the eyes of someone who has seen war. Arthur faced the man still holding his own weapon, that being an ethereal 9mm. " Are you here for the evacuation? " The man asked.



Arthur looked over the corpses that had been just dispatched, then back to this mercenary captain, " Yes, these two need to go. " Arthur pointed his hand to both Scylla and Vasimur, " I am staying behind for a time, I need to find a few of my allies. " Arthur walked pass both Scylla and Vasimur, " Get going you two. " Arthur moved onto the next group that had just killed cultists, the group with the stone, Arthur wasn't afraid of being outnumbered one to over three. " You were able to survive, I'm glad and impressed. " The former hitman looked at each of them, but his eyes stayed on Rudy. " I need that stone back, in return I will give you an opportunity to join the Ryken Academy, a magic school. You seem very capable. But I will need that stone, to return it back to its home. " Arthur wasn't going to take no for an answer, this was going to go two ways, give the stone and accept the reward or to refuse and be attacked, Arthur still held his ethereal gun, showing he was armed and not kidding around.

Eventually a deal was cut, and Arthur would offer them an opportunity to join the Academy, the most he could do but this was a large thing, especially with Francois there to confirm that. The stone was handed over in the bag and Arthur threw it on, the group would continue to the evacuation crew as Arthur stayed where he was to wait for Rowan and Baxtor, the two he had to care for. One he paid and the other being a dumbass that he had to make sure was still alive by the end of this.

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Abandoned Home Complex, Leatherguard Territory



Aelsha looked at her father who didn't look like he held any regrets, she stood up hearing what Baxtor and Rowan had to say, she turned her head to Baxtor and stared at his arm. " Big talk from someone who got themselves crippled. So quiet down while I talk with my father. " Aelsha turned to her father and conjured her bow out of thin air, pointing it at her downed father who still stared at his daughter. " Any last words, father? " She asked, the man chuckled before spitting blood on the rooftop. " Yea, i got words. You won't be able to escape the Leatherguard. They'll hunt you down. You killed the Leader's son, you ain't gonna get away with it. But I don't wanna watch my own daughter die. So I will help you escape. There is a evacuation crew near the marketplace, Leatherguard were suppose to go help but we got pushed back and eventually completely shut down by those fiends. As you can tell. " The man laughed a little before he groaned in pain. " Take care, daughter. Do as you must. " The girl did not hesitate to fire a bow into her father's skull. " Goodbye father. " Her bow dissipated and she moved on to their next destination. She knew where the marketplace was at and this would be her opportunity to leave.

As the group moved, they would see that these strange hooded and half naked people were becoming more apparent and eventually began leaving, they would luckily never come across any in a fight, but they would see them. The group would see bodies of innocent people, mercenaries, these cultists, and even of children. Finally, they would reach a point where they would see a large mimic with arms and legs holding weapons fighting a hooded man with red markings on his robes while holding two long jagged daggers, weapons clashed as both fought with ferocity. The large mimic looked like he was enjoying the fight, being on even ground with this cultist leader. Before long, the mimic was able to bring down his scimitar onto the man's shoulder, slicing it through the man's chest. Mim then grabbed the arm and flung him away like a ragdoll. The knight laughed almost evilly in an unnatural way. His eye turned to where the new group appeared. Seeing the four along with bugs, the mimic cleared his throat before moving towards the group.

" You here for the evacuation? Keep going up the road, don't be alarmed! I'm here to help! " Mim gave a smile, but it instead looked very sinister since he was a mimic, " Farewell and stay safe! Let the evacuation crew Mim, the Mimic Knight sent you! " Mim moved on pass the group as cultists came up the road, Mim used his weapons and began to attack, quickly taking them out before moving on. Going up the road, the group would see Arthur standing there holding his gun, he sighed of relief when he saw Rowan and Baxtor. Walking towards them his pistol dissipated. " Good, you both made it. " Arthur still sounded cold, " I was able to retrieve the stone back, we best get going. Our mission is complete. " His eyes looked at Baxtor and his useless arm, not saying a word, he walked off to where the mercenaries were at. Reaching the mercenaries Rowan would notice the eagle marked warriors, they were from a great Merc group called the Talons of the Eagle. They were a powerful group that was ever growing, they were notorious for taking on any job. This must have been one of them.

The mercs were sitting down, having their rest, being covered in blood and wounds, they were keeping a lookout for any enemies, seeing the new group lead by Arthur, they nodded their head up the road. Arthur would lead the group up the road to where more Talons of the Eagle were at, more corpses of other mercenary groups and cultists were cut down on the ground. The rest of the two groups would be waiting for passage to Ryken, where a ladder that led to the over city awaited for them. When Arthur approached, they would be next, after people were siphoned up the ladder and Baxtor was helped up, they would reach the night sky of Ryken, they were in the slums where many innocent people made camps, waiting for everything to blow over. Arthur sighed, looking to the people he had promised for the academy. Looking to Rowan, Arthur pulled a small sack of Ryken gold out of his small bag and handed it to her. " Paid in full. Your other reward will be ready in the morning. " Arthur then left to go give back the stone to the academy.

Out of all this chaos, all this insanity. One question remained, who wanted the stone?

Back in the Underbelly...

Footsteps walked over corpses, wielding a large hammer that was stained with old blood. " Excellent. Finally, peace, law and order can come to this cesspool of depravity and filth. " A older voice chuckled. " All this blood will be for the better future of Ryken. " The voice laughed as a large knight walked through the alleyways.

OOC: Thank you all for joining this long rp, I very much appreciate it! I am glad so many people were interested in this story that is far from over. The Underbelly will remain for sure, again, thank you all for joining!

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[Skyhunter]

Isekai Hell RP Grade
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The Twisted Underbelly... A simple idea that flourished into a large-scale RP and even a place that can start future rps, this particular rp had a lot happening, especially offscreen. Seeing characters get split up, adapt and get used to their new allies and deal with their environments. Each character went through their own trials, NPCs have been established and met. A lot has happened, a possible conspiracy in the works.

Other than the context of the RP itself, there was a lot of bumpy parts, whether it be on my part of not posting in a timely matter or rushing my replies like with the end, people not posting, others dropping out then joining back again. A lesson has been learned in this and that is to set a limit for people to join, makes the RP sail smoothly and faster. Other than that, it was good for the most part, a lot of lore has been explored in the process. Again, i want to thank you all for joining in this RP that flourished into what it is now.

Arthur Verg - (Narrator Bonus) 96 Points - [Optional Title Obtained] Ruffian - You have showed that you are capable of violence, and you are not to be trifled with. Those in your presence are aware of what you are and what you can do.

Rowan Thorn - 45 points - [Optional Title Obtained] Gallant Keeper - Your nature, abilities, and skills emit a presence to those around you that they are safe, in the presence of a guardian that will get them through a battle.

Rudolph Wright - 56 points - [Optional Title Obtained] Dauntless Compeer - Your actions and choices have showed people that you are fearless, even in the face of evil and death, your actions have also made people aware that you are a reliable ally to those you deem as worthy.

Dayle Keller - 54 Points - [Optional Title Obtained] Unruffled - Having witnessed terrible and grotesque events, you have steeled yourself as being a calm individual that doesn't break under stressful events. You are a beacon of calmness to your team.

Baxtor Everfrost - 21 points - [Optional Title Obtained] Unbroken - Your time and experience in the Underbelly have hardened you, even in your worst state, you remain yourself even under stressful duress.

Jason Ithbecka - 28 points - [Obtained Title Obtained] Aenoxus Touched - Your mind was mended with the Ancient Aenoxus known as Long Legs, this has made you Aenoxus Touched, this will allow you to be recognized by other chitin-based creatures as being unique and different from others. But to others, you may seem slightly crazy or insane.

Francois Rychin - 18 points - [Optional Title Obtained] Survivor - You have seen and experienced terrible events, being lost even. You have clawed your way out of the pits of death, to people they see you as a strong person, a survivor.

Scylla Vixen - 38 points - [Optional Title Obtained] Lamented Outlook - Your actions and choices have shown people around you that you are care little for others, while being capable and willing to cause violence, you just choose not to. People will be wary of you and most likely try to interact with you as little as possible.

Vasimur (Mono name) - 37 Points - [Optional Title Obtained] Solemn Traveller - Your mannerisms and speech tell those around you that you are dignified and regal, you may not be of nobility or have that blood in you, you do have that temperament. Coming from unknown places and have seen many more, you are seen as respectable in people's eyes.

Again, thank you for joining this long RP, reap your rewards!

slifer37 D. Rex Shatter Shard Goran Glacial Eccentric_Undead EMIYAman RavenSong Laszalet