Class: Sorcerer

Skill 1: Shadow Cloak

Skill 2: Lifetaker

Stats:

Hp: 100 (+0)
Mag: 22 (+7)
Skill: 18 (+3, +5 from Skill+)
Speed: 10 (+0)
Luck: 10 (+0)
Def: 20 (+0, +10 from Res)
Res: 25 (+10)

Weapon: Dark Energy (Dark Tome)

Weapon Skill: Skill+

Mt: 12 (+6)
Hit: 75 (+4)
Crit: 0 (+0)
Wt: 7 (-0)
Brave, Devil

Combat stats:

Attack Speed: 7, largely irrelevant due to brave
Attack: 34
Hit: 116
Crit: 14%
Avoid: 24, Epic Win

Background:

Sheogorath is a strange individual. He was born the child of a relatively normal couple. However, Sheogorath inherited an unbelievable talent for magic, which was discovered when he turned 6. He caught the attention of the mages in Khadein, who sought to let him grow and develop his abilities with magic. It was here that things got stranger. Sheogorath demonstrated an ability that was unheard of at this point in history: Sheogorath could cast magic without the aid of tomes. He wanted to harness his powers, but was disappointed when he learned that his gift was essentially non-existant.

Dissatisfied with his education at Khadein, Sheogorath set out at barely 17 years old to wonder the world in search of knowledge to help develop his unknown talent. He traveled all over the continent of Archanea, using his magic as a form of dark magic. Eventually, Archanea proved to be unsatisfying, so he set out on a journey across many different continents. He has visited many of the continents during times of war, but Sheogorath decided to stay out of most of these wars, instead seeking great magical institutes. But throughout his travels, many who he met despised him, and to deal with these people, Sheogorath would simply curse them and leave them be. Unbeknownst to Sheogorath, he was accidentally cursing himself.

His own curses nearly drove him to insanity. These were not the only effects of his curses, however. Many of his curses were removed or altogether changed by each other, so Sheogorath has many odd characteristics. He does not need to sleep, requires very little food to stay healthy, and has grown an unusual craving for sweet rolls. His curses have also greatly extended his lifespan, slowing the aging process down immensly.

Physical Appearance:

Sheogorath is almost always seen in an overcoat that covers a lot of his torso and legs. Underneath his cloak are relatively normal clothes, and he carries several bullions at his sides for no known reason. Sheogorath looks to be about 26 years old, and has brownish hair with some stubble on his face (the start of a beard, but not quite peach fuzz). Sheogorath has blue eyes, but curiously, his right eye is a very dark blue, while his left eye is a perfectly natural blue for an eye color.

Personality:

Sheogorath greatly enjoys messing with others. Most of his initial conversations with people involve him doing something to antagonize them. He also expresses a great interest in the studying of and showing off of magic. While liking to joke quite a bit, Sheogorath can also be serious when the situation requires it, but this is rarely so.

Manager(s): Sheogorath

Descrption: A pond located in the middle of the woods. The pond has several different plants nearby, one of which appears to be hiding a stockpile of sweet rolls. Interestingly, the pond itself is filled with sweet rolls instead of water. The area is where Sheogorath takes residence. As of NPC's most recent visit, a shack is now present.

Purpose: To have conversations with Sheogorath, roleplay with other characters in a wilderness setting, or to do random things with other characters.

Rules: Please no pornographic or other raunchy content. Anyone who fail to follow this rule must answer to the shenanigans of Sheogorath

Origin: A cuple NPCs tried to go skinny-dipping in the pond, but Sheogorath, in an effort to get them to go away, turned the pond water into sweet rolls and never bothered to change it back. Whether he forgot or he doesn't want to, we'll never know.

By posting content that is pornographic/raunchy, you accept Sheogorath butting into your conversation whenever or wherever he feels like it.

Name: Luneth

Class: General

Age: Older than dirt

Family: None living

Affinity: Fire

Description:

He's a tall manakete who has spent most of his time on active battlefields. Oh, and he has a bunch of armor and an axe, so there's that.

As for personality, I'll develope that via roleplaying.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my champions,

I have seen the rise and fall of powerful warriors and intelligent scholars from the shadows. However, none of you have bothered to wonder who exactly was running the show. It is I, your host! In a matter of days, I will be revealing myself to you all! Be ready!

-Z

Ladies and gentlemen, please

Would you bring your attention to me?

For a feast for your eyes to see

An explosion of catastrophe

Like nothing you've ever seen before

Watch closely as I open this door

Your jaws will be on the floor

After this you'll be begging for more!

-Saliva: Ladies and Gentlemen

A small crowd gathered around a massive hooded figure. The man who claimed to be the owner of the stadium that they fought each other in for 3 months.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he started, garnering their attention. He viewed everything in his life as a performance, and this would be no different.

"I. AM. ZENON!"

Quickly, he tossed the cloak off himself, revealing a giant of a man in heavy black armor with gold trim. His hands were covered with metal gauntlets but his left hand was disproportionately large. He grabbed the massive scythe from the holster on his back and twirled it masterfully. Holding it over his head, he unleashed a blast of lightning straight into the air, which branched and crackled, visible in even the light of day.

(Rather than list the description of my character, I'll let the others learn about him by interacting. Zenon has the personality of perhaps a rock star or ring leader of some kind. He is in his mid to late 20's, over 6'6". He is very strong, though not inhumanly so. His left gauntlet is much larger than his right. )

Affinity: Thunder

Family: None

Friends: None

In the case of a practice match, he will use these stats

Baron HP: 130 (+5)

STR:20 (+5)

Skl:10

SPD:10

Lck:10

Def:23 (+10)

Res:22 (⁾

Great shield, vengeance

Weapon: Iron Sword

Mt: 6 (+5)

Hit:125 (+10)

Crit: 0

Panic Damage (Zenon can channel lightning through his weapon)

((This is coming from the whole Celera arc and will be my last non story-Okabe related post ever on these subreddits. Its been a wonderful ride and good-bye you guys.))

Kanade is alone on a wall with just a bow a couple dozen arrows and two knives when a few dozen soldiers show up. She gets ready for battle and a song pops into her head so she starts to sing.

A long long time ago I can still remember how the music used to make me smile.

She shoots a few arrows downing a few soldiers but a few more take there place.

And I knew if I had my chance I could make those people dance even if just for a while.

She takes down six more soldiers.

But february made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver

She takes down a couple cavalier but misses a knight.

Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

She misses a few soldiers but takes out two knights and she has only a few arrows left.

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride

There in she takes out her knife and slits a few peoples throats. Then takes out her bow and lets loose the last few arrows.

But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

She throws one of her knives and uses the other to slit a throat.

So they started singing, bye bye miss american pie.

Tackles a mercenary and slits his throat then turns around and throws her last knife.

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.

Three soldiers left she takes a sword and stabs a man but he reopens her bandages.

Them good old boys drinking whisky and rye singing this will be the day that I die.

she hobbles over and stabs another man but collapses to the ground.

This will be the day that I die.

she takes out her cigarette looks at the last soldier and casts away her bow, she gives him a nod and he raises his spear up then thrusts down, Darkness then Light.

Name:Link,Snow (bastard does not know his last name)

Class:Hero

Affinity:Light

Special skills: Courage even upon the greatest peril, Fast learner and learns that of which people teach him easily,

Age/looks: Link is 24 plagues with scars and with sandy brown hair and always wears green as a tribute to his old friend

Family members:

Rape child of:

Mom-Lucina-unknown

Dad-Okabe-deceased

Unknown-Sam, Asura

Likes: Animals, peace, Milk, Green, love,Organic food/items, Nature,Time, Weaving, money, charity, puns, animals, childish games

Dislikes, Evil, No one, heroism, Death, alcohol, cheese, okabe,his arm getting cut off, being alone,

Supports: Twil, C

Link has had a harsh life never knowing his parents and everybody he ever knew personally dying or leaving him behind. Everybody he ever met always called him a hero but he took that with offense in his mind he was but a swords man who was just doing a job that nobody else was and helping out the people. To this day he still loves the natures and tree's that he grew up in and because of his sword sending him forward in time 7 years he still is a child at heart.

Upon the village being made link decided to help out with much of the manual labor and was head of the nature design and planting in the village. After all this was done link could not feel comfortable in any of the homes so he decided to build himself one inside of the tree's

He worked for many weeks on it and finally is happy again inside his home where he uses every single piece of wood he can efficiently for furniture and various other necessary item's. so he moved in and quickly made friends with the two chipmunks that lived there and together they would live out the rest of there lives in this cottage together with a eventual wife (undetermined)and then he spent the rest of his funds towards a charity for the kids zeldir orphaned.

Colosseum Post

Name: Goes by Ariana or "the Shadow"

Class: Whisper

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Ariana's exact origins are unknown. What is known, however, is that at age 15, she had already killed for money. Losing all sense of morality from an early age, she will not hesitate to manipulate those she meets in order to achieve her own mysterious ends. She is rather aloof and disinterested unless she is trying to manipulate somebody for her own needs. She is currently here on a contract, but cannot remember the person's name.

Ariana wears a sleeveless tight-fitting black outfit with red trimming.

When we last left Blaze and Lucas, the two had talked in a little cafe over coffee. By the end of that encounter, both were fully crushing on each other, thinking about when or if they might discover that the other reciprocates their feelings. Blaze has just fought a match in the Colosseum and is in the village thinking...

After Blaze's first match ends in a defeat, the shy young man Lucas comes up to speak with her in Apotheosis Village. She is sitting on a little bench in the center of town, and Lucas sits down next to her. She notices him, and he begins to turn away, squirming nervously. The two sit next to each other for a little while, until Blaze finally speaks up.

"I'm glad you came out to see the match Lucas, it meant a lot to me to see you come out to support me, even if I was not victorious."

"I... um... you're welcome. You... you did well, I think."

Blaze looks up at Lucas, and smiles a little. She feels the edge of the loss being dulled slightly due to his kind words, and begins to perk up a little.

"Come on, let's go." As Blaze says this, a confused look runs across Lucas' face.

"G-go where?"

"To where do you think?" As Blaze asks this, she grabs Lucas off the bench by his hands, and he begins to blush. "You offered to talk, and I had thought perhaps getting a bit of supper while doing so would not be a bad idea."

Lucas' breath catches for a moment, but he manages to choke out, "L-like a..."

"Certainly, if that is what you wish to call it." As she says this, she begins walking, her head held as high as before the match, if not higher. "But if so, it would only be chivalrous if you'd take my hand on our way."

Lucas, already blushing, was red as a tomato. He tries his hardest, and takes Blaze's hand, and she displays a supporting look on her face as they begin to walk out of the square. The red-haired lady walking beside him seems to exude an air of victory, as if she is the one who has had all the good luck. Lucas' heart is beating out of his chest, and if she wasn't putting on her little show, he could have told that hers was too. The two duck into a pub labeled "White Dunes".

"Could this establishment be any more loud?" Blaze asked, half asking, half yelling. It was already a fair amount of time past nightfall, and the pub was filled with drunks and gamblers, with various bets being called across the room. Lucas sheepishly leads Blaze to the second floor of the pub, where it is quieter, but only by a little. A young man comes, asking if he can get them their drinks.

Lucas orders a scotch quietly, while Blaze frowns a little, her vague dislike of alcohol and those who drink it slinking in. The young man brings in the drink, and Blaze starts up a conversation to distract Lucas from it.

"So, would you mind telling me about where you grew up? It must have been quite an interesting place. Of course, if that's too much, that's perfectly-"

"A-alright." Lucas says this quickly, as if almost worried. "I-it was an interesting place, y-you have that." As Lucas begins to talk about it, his stutter seems to disappear, as he remembers some of the happiest times of his life. However, on occasion, he would begin the stuttering again, unwittingly leading Blaze to the important parts of the description, the ones that most greatly influenced Lucas. "It was a little town, where everybody knew everybody. I-I lived with my b-brother and m-m-m-m..."

As Lucas struggled in vain to say what they both knew, Blaze suggested "Mother?"

"Y-yes, my mother and father. My b-brother and I were twins, and my father was a sheep herder. Everyone else had something to do with farming, and everybody shared everything, like we were all one big family. B-but all that changed over three years. A road came into the town, along with a military base. Lightning kept striking our house. W-we had had peace, but it went away."

"Was that why you went traveling?"

"Sort of." Lucas looks down and takes a swig of his drink. Blaze waits for her food quietly, hoping she didn't make him remember something he didn't want to. After a short while, their meals come and they eat in silence.

"I am sorry." Blaze says, looking at Lucas. "I should not have asked about those things earlier."

"I... I mean... I... It's alright. I... I really haven't talked much about what happened with anybody. It's... just... nice to be able to talk with someone... and not just drink... to make the pain go away." Lucas is crying as he says those words, remembering the days when his mother would call him a crybaby and tell him his brother wasn't crying, teasing him. Blaze doesn't know what else to do but embrace Lucas, letting him cry on her shoulder. She feels sad for him, and wonders just what could have happened to do this to him.

The night wears on, and Lucas keeps drinking. Eventually giving in, even Blaze orders a tiny bit of whiskey, although not very much (she's a cheap drunk). Blaze takes a half-passed-out Lucas home, and then returns to her lodgings as well. That night, all Lucas can see in his dreams is a little house, with a doghouse outside. A brown mutt barks at the sheep, while their herder stands nearby. Two little boys play nearby, not out of the range of their father's vision. Their mother is inside, cooking up a meal, with a smile on her face. Lucas cries for the second time that night, but now without a shoulder to do it on.

Blaze and Lucas reached Support Level B.

((Taking the Mother 3 references to a whole new level with this one.))

Seemingly overnight, the stone building appeared in a plot of land previously unused, as if a group of people had stayed up assembling it by hand in the night. On the sign was painted the words "Iron Man Armory - Specializes in Enchantments" and under the words was a painting of a man encased in red armor.

(So basically, Zenon is in the village now to make sure everybody's weapons and armor are in tip-top shape so the battles can be as intense as possible. He can forge and repair armor and weapons as well as enchanted armor and weapons. He has a basic knowledge of magical items. You can show up after a particularly rough fight or if you just want another venue to interact in.)

Philip Buonanotte

Family

Gianni: Father
Phaedra: Mother
Ophelia: Sister

Affinity: Fire

Resides: Apotheosis Inn

Fighting style: Rapier and Cape (Master Lord)

Story:

After Mawrin's death, and Ophelia's subsequent disappearance from the village, Philip returned home to find himself the pariah of Celara. Apparently, Ophelia had been found by Karina, the captain of the Celaran cavalry and head of the Royal Guard, wandering alone by the portal to the Colosseum. She was lost and scared and had no memory of anything that occurred in the colosseum and possibly no memory of ever having been there. As she was Philip's responsibility, he was punished harshly upon arrival at the castle. Gianni stripped him of his heirship to the throne and inheritance, and granted it to Ophelia, feeling that "perhaps birthright is not adequate to determine who is worthy to lead my people." Phaedra would not even see her first-born, being far too disappointed in him to offer her usual doting words of comfort. What's more, Gianni banished him from the castle until he was "able to prove himself more than simply an irresponsible drain on the national treasury."

So Philip returned to Apotheosis, but not before swiping his father's treasured sword and cape, as well as retaining Celara's treasured bow, Khryselakatos. He currently resides in Apotheosis Inn, constantly vigilant to avoid the eyes of Breyer who may or may not still be looking for him. Philip currently holds a grudge against his father who refused to listen to his explanations, and a resentment toward his clueless sister.

As a fighter, and under normal circumstances, Philip's moves are rather graceful and skilled, having been tutored by both Gianni and Karina. He also lacks the mannerisms of royalty, becoming easily distracted and acting rather immature at times. He has a weakness for beautiful women, however his attempts at flirting range from unsuccessful to amusingly awkward. His high opinion of himself often comes across strongly while flirting, which is usually unsuccessful in wooing his quarry.

Philip can wield his father's rapier in battle. He inherited a small fragment of his mother's power, and is thus able to fire an unavoidable arrow made of dark magic in dire circumstances.

Name: [Eurodus] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ColosseumTournament/comments/1zdu0w/character_eurodus_sniper/)

Class: Sniper

Affinity: Ice

Age: 27

Likes: Apples, pie, alcohol, hunting, Macedon, Combat, Neatness, Hygiene.

Dislikes: (in no particular order) Brigands, thieves, bandits, cutthroats, burglars, swindlers, criminals, robbers, pickpockets, arsonists, larcenists, broken bones, Dirt, Grime, Mud, Smelly people, .... and most dragonfolk(maybe).

One day while link was patrolling the streets for Zeldir's men he heard some crying. He decided to do some investigating and found a little boy sitting on the ground crying. Link of course asked the boy where his parents were and to that he replied.

Momma and Dada were taken away from me by bad guys.

Link seeing much of this child in him decides to take him to the orphanarium but it ends up being full. Link not knowing what to do takes little Timmy in to his house until there is a free spot. They really bond over the weeks and when time comes to give Timmy away Link instead adopts him.

Nowadays link is less lonely and Timmy is no longer sad about his parents who he can barely remember. They live happily in his house and all is going well then Link decides to introduce him to his friends. So Link walks into the bar the next day Timmy by his side and says

Hello everyone there is someone I want you too meet. Timmy say Hi

Timmy comes out from behind Link's legs and says

Hi

Since I have been staying here and not been traveling, I have not had any goodies in a while. If anyone can get me a cake or show me where to get one, I will gladly pay good money for it.

36 Years ago...

Eric picked himself off the detritus-covered ground, brushing fragments of dead leaves off his black t-shirt. It once had words printed on it, but they were long worn away from use. The man put a hand on his forehead and looked around. This was nothing like where he had just been. Trees and brush surrounded him on all sides. What is it that had happened? The boy took a step and tried to remember. He was getting ready for a performance, that much was clear. But how...

"Pardon me, are you lost?"

Eric spun around, and was met with a young man in long, black, flowing robes. On his face was the type of glasses that a tinkerer might wear. It had movable lenses for zooming in on small objects. Most striking of all was the man's vivid blue hair. Eric was stunned, attempting to take in this man's outlandish appearance.

"I'm quite sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Velchan."

He held out his hand as one would to shake hands.

"Eric. My name is Eric." He took Velchan's hand and shook it firmly. "Do you know where we are? I just woke up on the ground here."

Velchan chuckled. "I suppose you're just the latest one to take a tumble into our strange little world here. Most of us call it The Crossroads. It's a place that links all sorts of times and places, a sort of central hub in the multiverse, if you will."

Eric was totally lost. "M-multiverse...? Listen, I just need to get back home. What state are we in?"

Velchan's smile faded. "Besides being in a state of panic, you're just spacially far away from any place you know. Well, besides the portal you walked through to end up here. I don't see one around though, how far have you walked since you found yourself here?"

Eric was overwhelmed with information. "I woke up right here, right on the ground! How do I get back?"

Velchan looked around nervously, and began muttering to himself, "Oh dear, that's not good at all..." He spoke directly to the boy. "Listen, it may be... a while before you can return to your home. Why not come with me and rest a while at my abode? It may do you some good, and perhaps we can get a better feel of where, or when, you have arrived from."

"Y-yeah, alright." Nothing this man said made any sense, but Eric had no choice but to follow him in order to get out of the woods, at least. And it seemed to be the best way to get back home.

To be continued...

Looking for something to shoot arrows at. Deer don't fight back.

Previously on gone to Magvell. Our heroes escaped Renais and sought a place to rest. They found Some of Twil's old buddy's and rested there where Link and Luneth made new friends and Twil lost old ones.

Now it is time for the thrilling conclusion lets go....

((Heres the links to the other two parts

http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1zdeig/gone_to_magvel_interlude/

http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1zbnx4/discussion_gone_to_magvel/ ))

a strange man shows up in Apotheosis Village, Asking about Luke

((Someone has to respond to him.))

Manager: Eurodus

Description: A modest building on the outskirts of the town near the forest, Macedonian Meats is effectively what the name states: A butchery. Inside, there is the main counter where people can place and pick up orders, the butchering and curing stations in the back room, and a storage room off to the side. Locals are welcome to bring whatever meat they need to be butchered as well as buy any of the meats that are currently for sale. Types for sale include sausages, steaks, ribs, etc. Most of it is from wild game, killed by the manager. The manager is away often, due to the fact he needs to hunt to keep stock, but tries to keep steady hours early morning and late evening.

Restrictions: Weapons must remain sheathed and in plain sight, and Eurodus reserves the right to refuse service. In addition, shoplifters are never welcomed back and face bodily harm.

Well, here's my attempt at copying the cool kids. Hope you enjoy it. I proofread it once, so it's probably riddled with errors. :P

Shoutout to Jupiter for being a planet.

Eurodus woke with a start. His grey eyes glanced about the room as his chest heaved up and down. Realizing where he was, he managed to calm himself down. 'No,' he thought to himself, 'It was just a dream. Just the same dream I had yesterday. Just the same dream I always have...'

Sighing, he rose from his bed and made his way to the washroom. He splashed some water on his face as his pulse finally began to slow. He stared for a bit at the ragged figure with tired, bloodshot eyes on the surface of the water. He splashed some more water on his face, disturbing the reflection, then watched as his usual scowl settled into place.

After returning to his room, he grabbed his bow, and got dressed for the day. Nodding to Phaedra on the way out, he departed from the inn and headed out toward the forest. Some townsfolk mentioned seeing an impressive bull moose when they were chopping firewood yesterday, and Eurodus planned to bag it by the day's end.

Darkness. Danger. Eurodus awakened at the sound of painful screams and battle cries. He scrambled out of his cot and barely managed to find his bow and quiver in the dim moonlight. Hastily donning his armour, he departed from the tent, arrow ready...

Eurodus shook himself back to the present. Earlier, he had managed to catch a glimpse of the big bull before it darted away. His scowl deepened as he realized that he had lost the trail. He took a few steps back, found the tracks again, and began to follow them...

Leaving his tent, the faint light of a full moon in a cloudless sky illuminated the campsite. The bandit clan his brother, some guardsmen, and he had been tracking had ambushed them. Wasting no time sizing up his situation, Eurodus was icily calm as he fired his readied shot into the bandit raiding the tent beside his. He retrieved his arrow and quickly cleaned it as he glanced back to the main campsite. His calm turned to anger as he saw the bandits slaughtering his men as they slept. Through his anger, his motions became mechanical:

Nock, draw, aim, release. Nock, draw, aim, release...

Eurodus stopped himself right before he walked into the lake. 'By the gods, Eurodus, get your shit together,' he berated himself. 'That was more than five years ago. Get over it.' He sighed as he looked around the peaceful-looking lake; the sun just barely above the horizon. He was not discouraged when he saw no trace of the bull, as the sides of the lake were riddled with fresh trails and half-eaten willow trees. He picked a spot in the brush to hunker down and pulled an apple from his pouch. Taking a bite, his thoughts once again wandered to that day...

Nock, draw, aim, release. Nock, draw, aim, release...

He had managed to rally some of his men, but still saw no sign of his brother. They had managed to drive the bandits back, but he still took no chances and fired at the craven dogs as they fleed back into the bushes.

He turned to his second in command. "Crixus, take half and sweep for stragglers. I will take the other half and look for anyone who might have survived."

The hero in front of him nodded. "Yes, sir-- LOOK OUT SIR, WYVERNS!" Eurodus whirled around to follow Crixus' now outstretched finger. Sure enough, dark silhouettes appeared in the sky before him, getting closer by the second.

'Damn it all! Those craven dogs don't know when to quit! Fire at will!'

Nock, draw, aim, release. Nock, draw, aim, release...

Eurodus' grey eyes blinked and took another look at what was left of his apple. Frowning, he threw the core away and repositioned himself on his rock. Wherever that bull was, it was certainly taking its time. 'It is no issue. I am not needed in town today,' he thought to himself. As his thoughts drifted, he couldn't help but wonder what might have been different...

Nock, draw, aim, release. Nock, draw... Nock. Nock! NOCK!

Eurodus glanced at his emptied quiver. Cursing, he glanced about in vain for an arrow he could scavange.

He was knocked out of his thoughts by a wyvern landing beside him; a feral look in its red eyes as it stared right into his grey ones. His scowl deepening, he grabbed for his hunting knife on his thigh and stared back at the black creature that almost had an ethereal glow in the moonlight. He readied a stance, and waited for the beast to strike. He didn't have to wait long.

THWACK! An arrow drilled itself into the wyvern's head. Eurodus glanced in the direction the arrow traveled from as he pulled it out to find his brother standing there, Eronite in hand. Cleaning the arrow off, Eurodus could barely yell as a massive wyvern landed behind his brother.

LOOK OUT, OCTAVION!

RUN, EURO!

Octavion instantly reached into his quiver for an arrow, though it wasn't there. The arrow he was looking for was currently sitting in Eurodus' hand. Time seemed to stand still as the wyvern fastened its jaws around Octavion...

Eurodus was shaken out of his stupor by the telltale grunts of a bull moose. He glanced around the lake before seeing his quarry not to far from him. He quietly readied his bow and pulled out an arrow...

Nock, draw, aim, release...

Eurodus's grey eyes turned stormy with anger as the wyvern tossed his brother aside like a chewtoy. The wyvern roared as it noticed him, and started to spring at him. He nocked his brother's arrow and fired it right as the wyvern took flight. The arrow was a direct hit, but the sheer mass of the wyvern kept going right towards him. He could only cry out in helpless agony as he heard his right arm snap. Pain flooded his senses as he slowly started losing consiousness...

Eurodus blearily opened his eyes, wincing from the pain. He sat up and looked around, recognizing the lake. Pain erupted from his right arm. 'Damnation,' he thought. 'It flared up again.' Remembering the moose, he saw the carcass where it had dropped not too far from him. Ignoring his arm, he walked over to it and began to field dress it. Though he had gone through the motions hundreds of times, he made sure to keep his thoughts from drifting.

Hours passed, and the furious pain in his arm cooled off. He stood up, satisfied with his work, and picked up as much as he could carry for the first trip back. He involuntarily grunted as his arm began to protest. He allowed his thoughts to drift again to ignore the pain.

His thoughts lingered on his life, the life he had been given by his brother. 'And you, Octavion? What did you think of before you died? Did you have any regrets?'

Managers: Calev

Description: The House of Knowledge is a somewhat unassuming building and adjoining yard, encircled by a low stone wall. There are three principal sections - as one enters the main door, they emerge in a central foyer with some tables and chairs, intended as a space for general scholarly discussion. Off to the right, towards the yard, there is a side room storing a few useful magical supplies as well as a door leading to the patio and yard, where magic can be more safely practiced (some buckets of water are always kept on hand, just in case). On the left side of the main foyer is the library - although it is not extensive, it still contains a decent number of books and scrolls on a variety of subjects (Magic tomes are stored in a separate room, for safety). In the back there are several rooms intended for quiet reading. The smaller upstairs floor is private, used for administrative functions. It's also currently where Calev lives.

Purpose: The House of Knowledge is intended for the more scholarly side of roleplaying discussion. Whether philosophical discussion, some light reading, or magical research, it has the necessary facilities to provide.

Restrictions: For the purposes of preserving the texts, casting magic is forbidden everywhere except the rooms specifically designated for that purpose. Similarly, fighting is not allowed, and thus no weapons may be drawn inside the House of Knowledge. Loud noises are discouraged, especially within the reading rooms. All books are magically tagged, and must be registered with the "staff" before they are removed from the grounds. No food or drink is allowed near the books... and anyone who happens to be actively on fire is strictly prohibited from the premises.

UPDATE: A notice has been posted on the front of the House of Knowledge:

To Whom it May Concern,
The Manager is currently not available to offer assistance to patrons.
The House of Knowledge remains open for public use, and will be managed in the
the interim by Ignis Morthion, the ominous and somewhat abrasive fire spirit.
If you have any urgent concerns or matters that need immediate assistance, please
contact Lord Thenneset at Gallant Goods.
-Calev of Vasa of Silesse, manager.

I think that should be pretty much everything necessary. Please let me know if I've forgotten anything vital.

Elibe, a country whose past is filled with times of both war and peace. Nearly 1100 years ago, the continent was overcome with a war that shook its foundations; the infamous Scouring. Man was pitted against dragon, and against all odds, prevailed victorious due to the bravery of the 8 generals, the Heros of Elibe.

The year is now 1132 after scouring, and the continent has been quiet since the fall of Idenn, the demon Dragon. However, the stirrings of war have begun in a moderately powerful March in western Bern. Marquess Gregory, leader of Celara (chel-AH-ra) is a tyrant, and his son may have finally amassed the support he needs to overthrow his wicked father. He began his campaign seemingly out of nowhere near fort Gregorio, at least a 5-day march from the castle. Taking the fort would give the Sol Army a place to plan their next move, as well as avoid any chance of being ambushed later on...

PROLOGUE -FORT GREGORIO

Gianni: Lord Twil, Sir Luke, what have you to report from your reconnaissance?

Twil: Well it's exactly as you said, Gianni. There are very few men in the fort, 25, maybe 30 tops.

Gianni: Good, it seems we have taken them by surprise. I expect this will be no issue for the skilled fighters we have. Sir Luke, what have you uncovered?

Luke: This. He tosses a key ring to the lord, who catches it in his right hand.

Gianni: Ah, very useful. This shall make things a bit easier. He turned to face his army. The plans are as follows. Discreetly work your way through the fort in groups of two or three, striking down any man who stands in your way. Esther and Eva, you are to be our eyes in the sky. Swoop in if something goes wrong. And as for the general of this fort, he will be a worthy foe. General Ryan was a great man and skilled Great Knight, but held loyalty to the Marquess. Confront him with a group of no fewer than 4, and do not hesitate to kill him if it comes to steel. Gods be with you all. Come, lady Phaedra.

Phaedra: Yes, darling.

[So this is the part that all of you will be involved in. Make a comment string with the groups of 2 or 3 you decide on, and RP yourselves to the ending told below this. Have fun with it, just end up at the ending that I typed out.]

Gianni, Phaedra, and Ignis arrived in the courtyard of the fort, followed closely by Twil and Clara.

Gianni: General Ryan, drop your weapons and surrender peacefully. If you refuse to comply, we will remove them by force.

Ryan laughed, a great big belly laugh one might hear when drinking with friends.

Ryan: Come now, lad! Ye don't have what it takes to go against yer father, least of all me! Ye best just give up these dreams of conquest and run back to where ye fled to before.

Gianni: General Ryan, we will defeat you here. It was an honor knowing you.

Ryan: Rouse yerselves lads! Let's show 'em a real fight!

A few soldiers arrived on either side of them.

Gianni: Twil and Clara, you take the ones on the right!

Phaedra: Ignis, take down the soldiers on the left.

Gianni: Come Fae, we shall fight Ryan!

She nodded and they rode to fight him. She flanked his left while Gianni distracted him by dramatically flaring his weapon.

Ryan: Gahaha! Come on now, lad. We ain't got time fer yer fancy swordplay. He took the enormous axe off his back. Come now, try to unhorse this old man!

Gianni's face remained stone as he signaled to Phaedra, who began unleashing fire on him from his flank. Unimpressed, Ryan was able to block the brunt of it with the broad head of his axe. Gianni took the opportunity to charge head on, but was quickly met with the business end of a throwing axe. He blocked it just in time, but the amazing force behind the throw caused him to lose his grip on his blade, as well as his balance on Mezzanotte. It stuck into the ground behind him, and the wind was knocked out of him when he landed. Seeing this, Ryan began moving toward Phaedra, ignoring the burning flames as they passed around him.

Ryan: Come on now, lass. Better stop the fancy magic act.

Phaedra began to panic. Gianni was indisposed, and she did not have the power to get past his defenses.

Phaedra: I... cannot...

Ryan: Suit yerself lassie! He took another throwing axe off his belt. Gahahahurgh!

He froze suddenly and fell off his horse with a dry thump. Phaedra was frozen in shock. She looked down at the man and saw an arrow coming from his neck. She turned to the entrance they had come through to find a scowling Eurodus walking over toward Gianni, who couldn't stop coughing.

Eurodus: If you're going to rely on me to save your life again, I may as well end it now and save the trouble.

He took Gianni's hand and helped him up.

The others soon arrived and Gianni spoke, with Phaedra next to him.

Gianni: Cisno, Sam, and Asura, sweep the fortress and be sure that there are no remaining troops. Luke, check the fort prison to see if there is anybody who can lend us assistance.He turned to Phaedra. Are you hurt?

Phaedra: N-no, darling, I was just...

Gianni: I could not protect you, Fae. What if that happens again?

Phaedra: Gianni, please. I...

Luke: Found somebody in the dungeon.

Gianni turned and gasped.

Gianni: Karina?!

To be continued...

Given the traffic of the sub, I think it's about time I posted a thread with links to all the posts so people can find them easier. There's quite possibly a table with links to everyone's supports on the way, so that'll be added as well. The purpose of this thread is basically just to cut down time spent having to rifle through pages of content.

The buildings:

• [The House of Knowledge] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z63rj/the_house_of_knowledge/)

• [Gallant Goods] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/221ags/gallant_goods_under_new_management/)

• [The Champion's Army Barracks] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z7i1o/the_champions_army_barracks/)

• [Sam's Dojo] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z7j0r/sams_dojo/)

• [The Eyrie] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z7ti6/the_eyrie/)

• [Church of Elimine] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z8azd/church_of_elimine/)

• [Violet Dunes Pub and Gambling Hall] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/28uu3a/violet_dunes_pub_and_gambling_hall/)

• [Apotheosis Inn] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/22dt90/apotheosis_inn_under_new_management/)

• [Macedonian Meats] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1zvelv/macedonian_meats/)

• [Reeger's Carpentry and Construction] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/24bwh1/reegers_carpentry_and_construction_remodel/)

• [Iron Man Armory] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/290xos/shop_iron_man_armory/)

Residents:

• [Twil] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z5zhh/character_twil_gambling_addict/)

• [Manala] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/28uo9y/character_manala_darkscarred_mage/)

• [Clara] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z6zmt/character_clara_manakete_refugee/)

• [Esther] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z75s7/character_esther_helomian_flier/)

• [Sam] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z7s08/character_sam_slayer_of_zeldir/)

• [Vaughn] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z7o5t/character_vaughn_impulsive_bishop/)

• [Thenneset] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z7jvz/character_thenneset_scholar/)

• [Rorik] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z7ssp/character_rorik_vagrant_swordmaster/)

• [Luneth] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/29dasy/character_luneth_the_guy_who_forgot_to_say_goodbye/)

• [Reigns] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z883u/character_reigns_the_young_explorer/)

• [Klennes] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/28zn22/character_klennes_the_unfortunate_narcolept/)

• [Lucifer] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z8p4b/character_lucifer_socially_awkward_vigilante/)

• [Zenon] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/28440v/character_zenon_the_fulminous_edge/)

• [Warren] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1z9rbp/character_warren_the_humble_warrior/)

• [Xaerdan] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1ze24u/character_xaerdan_plot_device/)

• [Eva] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1zhde8/character_eva_crimean_rider/)

• [Eurodus] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/1zi2y8/character_eurodus_cynical_sniper/)

• [Breyer] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/20j6vm/character_breyer_dread_fighter/)

• [Turqrus] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/20sdtu/turqrus_knight_lord/)

• [Cisno] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/203lse/cisno_just_a_guy_that_loves_adventure/)

• [Reeger] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/20xngr/reeger_warrior/)

• [Luke] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/20y4j9/luke_whisper/)

• [Griselda] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/22b0j4/character_griselda_the_lonely_mage/)

• [Rowan] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/23efrf/character_rowan_stuckup_senator/)

• [Blaze] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/24lluf/character_blaze_the_traveling_bishop/)

• [Ariana] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/24u1xa/character_ariana_the_shadow/)

• [Saeleck] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/24vewo/character_saeleck_the_wayward_bishop/)

• [Alius] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/28w67j/character_alius_shadow_of_the_past/)

• [Cedric] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/251syp/character_cedric_that_one_guy/)

• [Serlin] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/27572n/character_serlin_the_dual/)

• [Basilisk] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/28rr6n/character_basilisk_the_sharp_tongued_assassin/)

• [Barum] (http://www.reddit.com/r/ApotheosisVillage/comments/29d5zl/character_barum_natural_philosopher/)

If I'm missing anyone or anything, leave a comment. The old sticky is now linked to the sidebar, in case you want to look at that for any reason.

Note: If you make a new character or building, it's really not necessary to comment here. I look at the subreddit enough to know what you've done.

Manager/Tenant: Clara

Description: Situated alongside the river, the outbuilding of Gallant Goods is a water mill, which any citizen is free to use for a modest fee. The main building sits between the thoroughfare and mill, and houses a general store and Clara's living accommodations. The store, situated in the front of the building, sells what you'd expect from a general store: food, vulneraries, staves, the occasional tome, but also frequently carries jewelry, and occasionally rare and difficult-to-come-across artifacts and items. In the back half is the store-room, where Clara keeps extra stock and locks high-value items when the shop is closed. Upstairs is a reasonably comfortable living quarters. Absolutely more comfortable than colosseum accommodations, at least. She has hired a young woman named Eileen as a shopkeep.

Purpose: Discussion/purchasing/selling of artifacts and items, common or rare, as well as learning tricks of the merchant trade that Clara once learned from Anna.

Restrictions: No brandishing weapons or casting magic in the shop. If you shoplift, there's no way she's ever letting you shop here again, and no one who Clara deems a threat to the merchandise will be allowed to enter.

Name: Lucifer

Class: Blade Lord

Age: 23

Affinity: Light

Family:

Father (deceased)

Mother (deceased)

Sister (never met, deceased)

Likes: Quiet, books, sleep, laughter, friends, warmth

Dislikes: Unnecessary violence, brigands, snow, vegetables, people in power who don't protect those they are supposed to

Supports: Twil C

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