Fantasy [Reboot]Renaia - Realm of New Life

[SilverBlack]

R E N A I A
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Where do we go after we die?

A question frequently pondered upon, and a question that has no definite answer. Do the good-doers go to heaven? Do the more wicked go to hell? Maybe some of the deceased do go to heaven and hell, but for others, their souls go to another realm. A realm where the deceased can begin on a brand new page, in a brand new world...

Perhaps you grew up around technology in the modern world. If not, maybe you lived in darker times on a post-apocalyptic planet. Or maybe you lived in a magic-filled land, surrounded by mythical creatures. Regardless of the kind of world that you lived in, you find yourself in an altar after your death. You find out that you have been given an opportunity to start life anew in the realm of Renaia, free from previous illnesses and injuries.

Soon, you are led into a town inhabited by other souls who are not so different from you. There, you can live a brand new life while working your way up the ladder. Sure, you will start off penniless, but with some effort, you can easily find yourself becoming a merchant, an apprentice, or even a government official if you’re up for a challenge. If you’d like to step away from the burdensome responsibility of working and experience what Renaia has to offer, you can enroll in an academy to study the art of magic or physical combat. Through learning various battle techniques, you can just as easily earn gems as if you had a job. Living outside of town are monsters- some more vicious than others. The government and traders would be willing to pay a hefty sum for bringing back the materials that you can take from the monsters.

What use do the gems serve? They are probably not unlike the currency you used in your original world. You can spend your gems on everyday necessities and luxuries, such as food, clothes, weapons, and trinkets. You can also exchange your gems for your memories. You entered Renaia with fragmented memories, and you are only able to remember bits and pieces of your previous life. The government holds the rest of your memories, including how you passed away. If you would like to take them, the government would be more than willing to trade them for some gems.

Yet another question plagues you- what happens if you die again? It doesn’t seem too hard to accidentally lose your life in a world that has monsters and supernatural abilities. Fret not. Your body in Renaia is like a temporary shell for your soul. If your current body is accidentally destroyed, a new one is easily created in a magical garden where your soul returns to. The only way for a soul to truly disappear is from death of old age. Now, everything is under your control, under your choices. Will you seek a tranquil life, or will you live adventurously and explore the possibilities in Renaia? Will you choose to remain in this seemingly perfect utopia of new chances, or chase after your lost past?


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SilverBlack Dawnsx Nano

 

[Dawnsx]

Countless pieces have crumbled from the tower, and vines have grown to embrace its walls. Sky blue eyes lifted just as the markings atop the ancient structure began to glow - dimly at first, before brightening until its radiance stretched up to reach the sun.

The place where second chances begin.

The Altar

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Perched upon a levitating scythe, Taeryu floated into the Altar just in time to see several spheres of light take form, each of them hovering above the mossy ground where streams of water flowed. Humming a soft tune, she hopped off of her scythe as she felt the invisible pressure of the Altar's mythical magic wash away from the air. At the same time, the souls convulsed and began to morph into the shapes of human bodies.

Taeryu beamed as the light faded from each of the new souls to reveal several young men and women. As they took their time regaining their five senses and awareness of their new surroundings, she quickly matched their faces to the names that she had. Once the souls gathered their bearings, she waved enthusiastically to catch their attention.

"Hello everyone! Congratulations on being reborn! My name is Taeryu, and this-" the young woman gestured to the space around her, "-is the Altar, where souls who have passed on in their previous lives are reborn."

Her eyes softened considerably as she looked upon the new souls with sympathy.

"I know this must all be very confusing for you, the whole death and rebirth thing, but fret not! I am here to answer any questions that you may have. Though..." Taeryu's smile turned apologetic as she hopped back onto her scythe. "The Altar is a sacred place, so we can't loiter around here for too long. I'll have to ask you all to just trust me for now, and let me lead you back to the kingdom of Renaia. I will answer your questions on the way."

With that, she flew towards a rising staircase, looking over her shoulder to make sure that everyone is following.

Spoiler: The Altar

Spoiler: The Altar: Interior

Nano A Murder Of Corviknight The Fabulous Emerald Flowiest D neverlandeds RI.a Arcaria
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[Flowiest D]

Jay was confused, nothing new to the man. He could admit when he wasn’t sure of something... but he was just on the oceans.. on the blue dragons ship he had grown up on “the soaring heights” with his wife and son.
A woman was waving at him. He smiled wide and waved back. As was his nature, a pretty girl vying for his attention usually received it in some form or another.

“I think your mistaken dear, I can’t die” jay States like he always did,
Oh if only he remembered...
“Where’s my little tree?” He laughed looking for his wife.
The short red haired beauty wasn’t around. “Joh Joh!…Johan!”
His son Johan wasn’t around either.
As the woman explained something surely important jay wondered about looking for people he knew “corbie!! Shank?”
“Bo!!” He called for his brother... but brother Bo didn’t answer.. jay snapped his fingers as if remembering something.

And he looked up bellowing a massive cloud of smoke into the air. When he was done and took a breath, he waved his arms in a circular motion as if fanning the massive cloud.
It formed a mushroom.
“They’ll know that was me” jay cooed to himself happily. Solving the problem of where he was. Didn’t matter if he was lost when his brother of his family could spot where he was.

 

[Dawnsx]

His limbs were numb and heavy. His eyes refused to open. Darkness engulfed him as ice pricked at his very core.

This wasn't an unfamiliar sensation for Zekunn. Years ago, he would curl up in abandoned alleyways during the winter time, shivering until his teeth clattered. As he nursed his bruises and cuts, he would foolishly, naively note at some point that he wasn't cold anymore. The shivering would stop, the pain melded with his exhaustion, and the quiet lull of slumber would overtake him. The taste of death was too familiar. Zekunn would laugh bitterly, but he found that he couldn't muster his voice. For a moment, Zekunn was at a loss. He was still conscious, yet couldn't feel.

Was this what death is like? Alone, with nothing except his thoughts for eternity?

The idea should frighten him, but without a heart hammering in his chest, or the icy stream of fear flowing through his blood, he just couldn't... Feel.

But then a warm sensation washed over him, like... Like entering a real home after too many years on the streets. Like when someone pulls his blanket over him after he had kicked it off of himself. Like swallowing a delicious mouthful of handmade stew. Unlike brushing shoulders with death itself, this feeling was foreign. He felt like he should know it better, but the idea of warmth slipped from his mind.

Suddenly, he felt wild thrums of heartbeats in his chest as he frantically tried to reach for... What?

The blurred images - his memories - faded into nothingness, and Zekunn couldn't recall what he was seeking for in the first place.

The sound of a breath, something akin to a sorrowful sigh, startled him into opening his eyes.

The world spun around Zekunn, and the young man instinctively shot out a hand to lean against the nearest wall for support as he uncharacteristically stumbled. A wave of nausea hit him as light filled his vision. With a grimace, Zekunn doubled over and struggled to catch his breath. At the back of his mind, he realized that the breath that had awoken him was his own, but he didn't bother reflecting on this fact as he fought to keep his lunch down. Or was it dinner? When was the last time he even ate?

Not important right now. He spotted motions from the corner of his eyes. Without moving from his position, his free hand up traveled up to grab the dagger on his waist. Except... The dagger wasn't... There?

Zekunn stiffened slightly and dropped his hand. Whoever was with him hadn't attacked or spoken yet, but he still allowed his magic to course through him as he straightened himself. Narrowing his eyes, he took note of several people around him. They didn't appear to be hostile at least, but none of them were faces that Zekunn recognized. That was a point of concern in itself. He didn't make a habit of mingling with people that he knew absolutely nothing about, let alone... Sleep with them, as it would appear to be what he was doing. Zekunn warily tucked himself closer to the wall and away from the center of attention. He'd just have to observe for now, and hope that the situation doesn't devolve into something unfavorable.

But then a young lady, blonde, pretty, and cloaked, waved. Zekunn swept his gaze across the area and found that she was the only outlier, standing some distance away from the rest of them and looking much too comfortable about this strange gathering. Before he could make any inferences, a man waved back at the girl with a wide smile. He would have snorted, but that would probably be a little rude. And not inconspicuous at all.

When the girl, who introduced herself as Taeryu, gave a brief (very brief) rundown of the situation, Zekunn's brows shot up to his hairline. Death and... Rebirth? Recalling the hollow sensation from just moments ago, he supposed that the latter wasn't out of the question. But rebirth? Zekunn never delved too much into the whole idea of life after death or whatever, but didn't people usually become reborn as other people? Or like, as animals or something? Zekunn quickly glanced down at himself and patted at his face and hair before confirming that he was, indeed, still himself.

His dagger and other hidden weapons were still missing though. Did getting reborn also entail having personal belongings being confiscated?

Were they really reborn in the first place?

Zekunn had his doubts. This all sounds like something straight out of a storybook. For all he knew, this Taeryu girl (is that even her real name?) could have drugged them and transported them here for whatever devious schemes that she had. But at the same time... He had no way of confirming the validity of her words until they leave this... Altar place. And cooperating seems to be the only way of getting answers out of Taeryu. With a huff, he pushed himself off of the wall, watching cautiously as the man who had waved back to Taeryu called out several names. His friends, perhaps? There's no way that they could be around, Zekunn found himself thinking cynically.

As the man puffed out a cloud of smoke from his mouth, Zekunn covered his nose and mouth and waited for any of the others to follow Taeryu first. Call him paranoid, but past experiences have made him paranoid of people walking behind him.

 

[RI.a]

Like waking up from a deep sleep, Shizu's eyes began fluttering open. All she saw were blobs of dark and light shadows, and her ears picked up the sound of water flowing nearby. She blinked rapidly to regain her sight, raising her hands in front of her so she had something to focus on. When she could finally see the lines on her palms, she moved her hands back and forth. Almost checking if her body functions were still working, she stretched her arms and wiggled her toes. Realising she was barefoot and feeling the soft, slightly damp mossy ground beneath her feet. Wait-- why was she barefoot outdoors? It finally dawned on her to check where she was. Her eyes darted around as it slowly widened; she was definitely not home. Though it was strange, she was wearing her usual garments that she would in her family's domain- her brother's old yukata. It was navy and the sleeves reached her elbows while the hem reached her knees and it was fastened around her waist with a simple cloth belt.

Spinning around, she saw that she was not alone, a particular one caught her attention as she waved. She looked to be about her age and was wearing strange bright red attire. In fact everyone had fashion she's never seen before. Her eyes narrowed at the girl when she spoke. Taeryu? Re-reborn?! Shizu knew of life and death, it wasn't uncommon in Kyoto especially during the era of samurais. But did that mean she.... died? She was taught of reincarnation once, but she was still in the same body as yesterday, her memories... foggy but she definitely remembered her own name. Images flashed in her mind one after the other, trying to piece them together but none of it makes sense. Her face fell into her palms, her thumbs rubbing her temples to soothe the migraine that rang in her head. Thinking too hard was never her forte. She ran a hand through her hair, Shizu was so out of it she didn't even notice her black locks were now silver!

She scrambled to the nearest stream, nearly tripping over her own feet, she fell on all fours as she peered into the water. It was definitely her face that reflected back, but it wasn't just her hair that changed after being "reborn". Bright, golden eyes stared back at her. It was a fantastic feat that she didn't scream right there and then, but something about the colours of her hair and eyes triggered something in her. Flashes of smooth white fur that morphed itself into two foxes dancing, one had sharp yellow eyes and the other closed with a permanent grin on its face. Her brothers- no. They were obviously not related, but it felt like she had a close bond with them. "Aki.. Hiki.." Her mouth moved on its own and all of a sudden, clearer images of them appeared in her mind. She can't believe she nearly forgotten them!

Shizu whipped her head back towards the girl called Taeryu, she had told them to follow her earlier. She did seem like she was the only one who is familiar with the place, and she most likely has the answers to her questions. Her attention was yet again shifted to another, as he started shouting random words before a cloud of smoke poofed out above him. "Wha-?" Startled, she got up on her feet and made haste to follow the girl. She was still wary of the others, deciding to be most suspicious of the one who conjured smoke out of thin air. But they were all human- none of them exuded any demonic auras that were common from her life or should she say past life?

She was several paces behind Taeryus now, she didn't want to get too close to the very sharp object that was somehow carrying her. "What's Renaia?" Shizu decided that was the most important question for now. She wanted to know where she was taking them, all this may be some illusion and the death reaper was just escorting them to the pits of hell.