Fantasy Isekai Aerth: heroes of doom Rp page

[NeonFlow]

Hidden underground beneath Sunsight manor is the location of the Shadowhands biggest secret. A holy treasure hidden from those who would see it destroyed. The last Godstone on Aerth, tucked away in a secluded area of the Shadow's bunker. A HQ for various members of the Shadowhand operating around and outside the city of Solaw, as unbelievable shit was at hand. Hashal had sent a telepathic message to his important contacts. Arrive beneath Sunsight at your earliest convenience...
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Moorray Doppo was probably the first to arrive, though this was before said shit was discovered. He sat at the bar with Hashal standing opposite him talking about the work they have done recently. Moorray finished a bottle as Hashal handed him another and took the empty, Moorray spoke "you was right about Ohnee. My glow contact was a victim of the king's champion. Heard he's a monster in human skin..."
Hashal shook his head "most likely a mere man on monstrous glow, Shenanigans is the true king of Ohnee"
"I've fought men who use alchemy to boost their chances, what I heard of seemed different. Not that I seen my friends attacker..."
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Meanwhile in the vast nothingness of black, souls plucked from earth bleed into existence to see stars all around them in a sea of black. As someone from earth in the year 2023 you have a decent understanding that this looks like outer space. Except you can't move, hell you don't even have a body. You can only see darkness and the light from distant stars. That is until red text appears before you...

You Died.
Doesn't matter how but your time on earth has ended...
You and others in the same situation,
that situation being death.
Have been chosen from a pool of souls at random.
You can either choose to pass on,
which I'm sad to inform you all religions got it wrong.
Pastafarian ironically being the closest to the truth out of all Earth beliefs but only cause it's a mess as... Never mind...
If you choose to pass on this version of you is no more...
But. If you agree to be chosen,

You can live again!
In a new body with all the knowledge you have acquired...
The world will be different
But you will learn quickly,
your soul having lived a previous lifetime
will begin anew stronger...
there is magic in this world, but there is also evil.
Once you live again you have the potential to become a hero,
but ultimately this is determined by your actions.

The world of Aerth is ravaged by evil and the gods have chosen you to rid this world of evil.
The gods shall give you gifts to help you on this quest,
Weapons made by a God, Powers unique to gods chosen.
If you are able to slay three evils the gods will grant you one wish

All you have to do is slay three sources of great evil,
A evil that has reigned to long.
A evil that gains strength.
A evil born anew.

It may be hard,
Yes.
But anything worth doing usually is...
But this new world is worth experiencing, its worth saving.
getting a wish granted isn't to bad either right?

All you need to do is say yes,
oh you may not have a mouth or voice to do it...
But scream out yes with all you can!
YES!
YES!!
YES!!!​

That red text just kept repeating yes until the gathered souls say "yes" or "no"
To disagree with the red text means you disappear, which happened but you may not have noticed up there in space where souls have no visible body. To agree with the red text results in a crazy experience. You fall from the blackness and zoom towards a large foriegn planet similar to earth in the sense it has a blue ocean covering most of it and a bunch of different landmass all over, also this planet Aerth as the red text called it is massive, four times bigger than your home planet not that you get the chance to measure...
You zoom past atmosphere in a blur to arrive safely on Aerth. You are essentially naked with only the bare minimum of cloth to cover your privates.
(think how skyrim or elden ring doesn't allow nudity, neither do the gods it seems)
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However you are in possession of a fine weapon, from visual aspects alone it looks amazing and exquisite. To remember the red text though reminds you that...
"you would be given a God crafted weapon" or something.

(Closest visual example I can find)

You are in a dark stone room, aside from a wooden door the only thing in the room is a 6ft glowing crystal propped up by metal rods. Those in the room are gods chosen. It isn't long before they are discovered... Actually it was almost instantly as Hashal picked up alien thoughts different to any he has heard before. "people... are here... godstone..." and Hashal fainted, be it from shock or magic is unknown. Moorray simply drew his axe and ran towards the shrine room.
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Make your first post however you see fit.
Natives arriving at Sunsight manor or underneath it as vague or descriptive as you want. A scout may have told you Hashal heard intruders and the Wraith heads towards them.

Isekai lot you would be in a room with a large crystal, probably asking questions and being embarrassed at what your wearing. If you want to know more ask in the ooc. Apart from that post order is 1 2 then you, as in after you post two other people have to post before you go again.
As GM I may break this rule to react as enemies or npcs but I to try and follow rules I pve set.
Have fun

 

[BuggaBoo]

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KiKina - 'The Whispering'​

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The cloak billowed away and yet no sound was made. Imperceptible tendrils flicked and fluttered at its hem, not once allowing the fabric to touch her nor anything around her. She was but a shadow within shadow, footfalls of the large form barely making a sound. No she did not need light here. She was just fine.

At the end of the caverns was the lightsource she had detected. She had 'tunnelled' a path through the shadows to let a single pinprick of light zig-zag its way back to her eyes. She assessed the situaltion at hand. The portal was sealed from the inside. The Sunsight superiors had changed the entry protocol. The entry was on a high alert level of security. Only the somebodies that were anybody were going to be let in this secret passageway. Something really big just had to be going down.

Without touching the rocky surface, the woman inspected for a while before finding the 'keyhole.' A simple nod. Shadows from behind her cloaked form whispered into life and reached up and over her shoulders. Multiple twirling tendrils of liquid ephemeral blackness invaded the light cast upon the portal. They slid and slithered till they found the keyhole, coalescing into a single tentacle penetrating the opening.

A heart beat longer she waited as the tendrils slid their way on the other side of the leg thigh thick barricade, reaching out for another to find and follow the liquidy black probes down their length back to her. She adjusted the midnight hued scarf across her face. A smile could not help but form as its soft, silky touch caressed her nose and lips. Yes, this was a poor disguise since most here could recognize her eyes, and even to the uninitiated, the scar neath the right eye should give tell tale sign what was coming for them. But really it was not a disguise. It was Respect: Assassins do not disgrace the Guild with their faces upon entering this lair; they need not be proud of what they do, just proud of the results that come from it.

It was a harsh custom but one she could live with. It was actually an honour to her knowing that her deeds were far more important than merely her looks.

Steely blue eyes widened slightly as her shadowy feelers twitched and sent feedback to her. "Crescent...! you still alive you lil' bastard, you...? Pull the lever for me, ol' boy...! The Whispering has been summoned here."

A yowl. A click. A rumble. The light from within started as a slivered curve and split open into a full moon soon enough. The assassin crossed the threshold and the scrawny black fuzzy thing leapt up at her. She caught the Sunsight darling and nuzzled him as he purred and rubbed his cheeks up against hers. A loving gaze poured from her eyes into the shiny, big yellow circlets in front of her. "Ohhhh... I missed you too. So. What do you say, ol' boy? You wanna buy your ol' girlfriend a drink?"

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Thoughts in the Corridors...

How long had it been since she was summoned by the ol' fuzzed up faced barleep? Too long apparently for she had reacted as if startled when the thought message came hurtling in. It could not even be called startled but even the slightest movement from her shoulders was still movement. Yet she knew had she been in front of a mirror, those normally cold, steely blues staring back at her would have popped wide. Again, barely noticeable to the uninitiated, but a tell nonetheless. The ice melted but a touch in the fire; she was not as polished as she thought she was. Perhaps that's why the ol' fuzzed up grognard never took her on as a student?

Yes, it was true that she had received enough training over the years to yield outstanding results for her Guild; the Name 'The Whispering held worth and clout in this subterranean lair. And her mentor Kola had borne her into her position and she was ever thankful. Yet, as accomplished as she was, the assassin could still use more training from a savvy vet like Hashal. He seemed to spend more and more time behind that bar counter nowadays and that meant that... perhaps he was looking for a successor to train? Whatever the case, he had only given her tips and pointers, but never a full on lesson. But she would still make a case for The Whispering to be his successor.

All she had to do was crack that damned saying of his. After the little tidbit of advice he would always say: "Your name... It is broken. Shadow and Light are siblings. So now then... What does that make you...?"

Dammit to All-Hells she hated cryptic advice.

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The assassin slunk past the portal leading to the bar room. Eyes shifted this way and that taking in the sights, nostrils flared as the familiar smell of cleansing agents and new oil stain filled her nose. Crescent mewled in satisfaction; a cute fuzzy shawl lay strewn across her shoulders. She wanted to nuzzle him but needed to maintain composure.

A crowd had formed around the bar area. Several Guild Members were bracing and supporting the Master Assassin. Concern even worry lay heavy in the air. She wanted to rush over and see what exactly happened here but instead a higher ranking Guild Member popped in. "Intruders. Whispering! To the shrine room. Now. Meet and assist Wraith. Go!"

A simple nod in response and she hustled her way over as instructed, Crescent still lounging upon her, nonplussed. He actually yawned too.

The Whispering had never worked with Wraith before but from the tales she heard from others is that the glowing eyed warrior was an accomplished soul channeller yet cursed in his Mana and so most strayed away from him. But still he was an expert weapons master and had a respected Name in the Guild too. She rushed her way to investigate their sacred shrine room, gathering shadows as she went. The Whispering would be ready for whatever was foolish enough to invade their territory while there were still loyal and dangerous Names present.

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[Tetro]

Viktor was working meticulously, using a pair of tweezers to hold a dark blue feather that crackled with bits of electricity. Even without direct contact, he could feel the power behind it, his fingertips buzzing with the voltage that emanated from the feather. Viktor was breathing slow and steady. One slip up could spell disaster. It was just his luck Hashal reached out to him, telling Viktor to go beneath Sunsight. Even with the sudden distraction, Viktor's hand remained steady as stone, and his eyes never once flinched away from the feather. He let out a long held breath, relaxing once he was sure there would be no more distractions. He gently laid the feather onto a small glass plate then proceeded to cover it with a little glass dome.

Viktor arrived not soon after Moorray. Catching a bit of the conversation between Hashal and the Wraith, Viktor's interest peaked.

"glow"

"Ohnee"

Those words were like an enticing roast before a starving beast. Viktor could only approach the two of them before hearing Hashal's words and watching the man fall. Normally, Viktor would tend to Hashal, but if the godstone was in danger then Viktor would need to leave his friend. He followed the Wraith, but did not move as fast. His leg wouldn't allow him. Viktor didn't run so much as throw his body forward and catch himself before falling. It was awkward and painful yet allowed him to keep up some pace.