Fantasy I've been reborn and the natural order is messed up so what? isekai/regressor/reincarnation inspired rp

[Bacon is fluffy]

Charlie felt a slight twitch in his arm, then moved- clearly his abilities as a warlock had prevailed and he had escaped (He had convinced himself he was frozen.

"Aha, I have escaped your prison vile demon- now I can destroy you in the name of the Gelatinous God, The Caffeinated Creator, The Occosionally Decaf Deity- Coffee."

Charlie quickly summoned a second cup- quickly drinking it with a loud slurp. In a moment he finished his divine beverge, his iris's shrinking for a moment beofre suddenly enlarging- his entire form almost vibrating with energy as he raised his quarterstaff, swirling the weapon quickly before charging.

Demon king:
strength 700
mana:999
mana sensitivity:999
dexterity:500​

Malekai grinned, but his hopes were slightly dashed at lack of response to his question. "I suppose your coffee was not the one I was looking for", he said as he took a sip of the nostalgic brew. "the truth is master charlie, I know who you are", he said while flicking his finger toward him. The resulting burst of wind, would have at least impeded the boy's approach. "I have traveled to many a world, searching for my home. Alas that may not be possible", he paused and outstretched his hands to his sides. "at the very least, I hope you and the other fated ones can kill me in time". He clapped his hands once more, sending charlie out of his pocket dimension and back into the bar. There waiting him was a fresh cup of coffee, chicken but specifically with corn without butter. The demon king however, was nowhere to be seen. He was already walking out of the double doors, off to find another fated one and see what they were like. and perhaps a bit more of the human world along the way. He rather liked the mutton chops and ideas master charlie had about life.

Zyn quickly flipped her knife to her non-dominant hand, immediately catching the sword effortlessly- it felt almost right to be reunited with it- even if she had taken on less power, but this was safer for her than a complete bond. She quickly visualized this new bond, a contraction symbiosis- an exchange of freedoms: She would gain some of the strength allotted by the blade, while he would have minimized control- and both would survive the encounter.

"This doesn't mean I plan to fully accept your power and mind into my being Bartuc."

Zyn felt a black sheath appear on her back- a manifestation of their deal, perfectly fitted for both the sword and the bearer. Zyn slid the object inside and felt an energy fill her- finalizing the agreement. Holders of blades such as hers had ranks, depending on their devotion and sacrifice to their blade, and she had taken the lowes- and safest one: Swordbearer- at her pinnacle of power she had reached the penultimate rank: Artifactbearer- if she had lived a bit longer, perhaps she could have won the ultimate title of Blade of Blades- becoming one with the blade and the power behind it, a blend of herself and Bartuc.

Zyn felt her sight brighten as the Arcane Aura enveloped her- healing her wound, and lending her strength and speed to defend her blade. her hair began to glow and writhe as if alive before becoming a bright green- her eyes glowing brighter. Finally, she held her hand to her side- one of the battle stances the Failed Zyn had learned, the memory restored with her bond to Bartuc- maybe progressing the bond would allow her to remember more from that dark future. Heat began to build up in her body before finally manifesting as small green flames, not harming her as they traveled to her outstretched hand- forming a green blade.

"Let's kick this guy's ass."

Shadow guardian
strength 30
mana 30
mana sensitivity 100
dexterity:50​

The shadow demon thrashed and writhed with painful moans and wailing escaping out of many orifices appearing all over its body. Silhouettes of trapped human souls thrashed about, trying to escape from their bondage within this demon. "you dare stand against the demon king? BARTUC? was it not your goal to end the gods"? The demon struggling to keep its form together started to resemble a roaring flame, but within its core looked like a boy holding its palm on a wound.

SHUT IT PRETENDER. you who wanted to be human so bad that you stole their form and continue to do so millenia later. I have no interest in you or your false king!​

A grin creeped over the boys face, eyes of eyes opened up on him, all of which were focused on the duo before him. "sacrifice, ill show you what a lowly human you are"! Much like a roaring river, the shadow demon began to encircle them while swords made of shadow energy tore into the pavement aimed at slashing her legs. The many mouths of the beast chanting, " sac-ri-fice. sac-re-fice. yummy sacr-i-fice".

listen girl, this is a feint. dodge to the left 10 feet and parry the first strike. after that cut through its fake viel of flames and run to the roof, we need to buy time until i can find its core!​

Doc ran with all his strengh- counting each bullet he fired at the monsters, trying his best to slow down their escape. He was glad for all the training he had kept even past his second life- now his third with the recent awakening. Every time one pistol ran out of ammo he would quickly return it to the gun belt- swapping with the other before reloading the chamber with preprepared ammunition- quick to relaod, and able to do so one handed while he led the girl away from the creatures.

As the Mages pulled the pair forward, Doc shifted to ensure if they fell he would take the brunt of the fall- keeping a careful hold of the weapon- barrel trained on the ground and finger away from the trigger. Doc quickly helped the girl under the gate- raising one pistol as it elongated to its rifle form, kneeling in a marksman posistion as he centered between the things eyes. He planned to first try a conventional shot- hoping to shut down the brain, then he would go for the legs if the skull was too protected or its brain was not needed.

The chimera charged regardless of what stood in its way, its body slamming into the phalanx without a care in the world. Grisly spears ripped into its flesh, filling the area with the stench of rotting flesh and iron. The soldiers cried bloody murder, their bodies dissolving under the beast's acidic blood. Ismael and Tahm stood frozen, watching the beast unravel to engulf the city guard. The main head still a lion lunged forth toward Doc seeing him as the only thing stopping it from recapturing the girl who it saw as a beacon just beyond the gate. However three well time shots sent it falling over itself in a tangled mess. Bones, sinew, and innards leaked from its undead corpse. Its lion head roared at Doc and snapped at him, just inches from reaching him.

Oh false prince, let me tear into your succulent flesh! Oh False prince, you cling to your old ways, just like the false prince you are! The dead laugh at you! The dead shall close the way. The dead shall keep it!

Even broken and ranting maniacally, the creature managed to inch its way closer to doc while leaving entrails in its wake. Each inch, the slap and thud of sinewy flesh could be heard as its twitsted and contorted toward its singular mission.

Gears

zyn should be half as strong as the shadow gaurdian in terms of stats +30 from earlier. be sure to spoiler whatever points ive given in previous posts here.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Grell

Grell was mildly pleased at having Lady Waldyn admit defeat for once. However the Academy was something that he wasn't very pleased to hear about. Currently all three of his sisters were attending in different departments. He had been able to attend the Academy in the last worldline but had been forced to drop out due to low grades. His weak power combined with Lord Waldyn forbidding him from using mana had resulted in Grell going through the proverbial wringer. After that he had met with a representative of the Demon King. This led him down the path to acquiring his mask and becoming Vangurle. Now he was in a world where Lady Waldyn herself had gotten him admitted to the Academy. Grell had an entire month to prepare for the entrance exam. His current body was barely good enough to contend with a hobgoblin let alone the demons he would eventually have to fight. Noticing his sisters eyes follow him while he made his way back to the rickety shack he called home. Grell changed his clothes into something more suitable for traveling. Noticing his reflection in the mirror and taking umbrage with his long purple locks. The obvious course of action was to use a nearby knife to cut them off.



Emerging from his hut in new attire and with a fresh haircut. Grell felt a bit more comfortable in his own skin. He still had a good deal of Vangurle on the inside. Part of Grell would ALWAYS be Vangurle the Redwolf. It was just that Grell would be the one to choose who he bared his fangs at this time. Approaching his three sisters, he gave each of them a glance over as a kind of refresher. Yufine, the eldest sister who was second seat in the Academy's Knight Department. Cyra, the sleepy eyed middle sister who was currently interning with the Blue Magic Tower while purposefully occupying a middling position in the Academy's Mage Department. Finally there was Prilika, the mischievous youngest sister who had already made a reputation for herself in the Merchants Guild despite still attending the Noble Course at the Academy. Compared to them, Grell could be considered to be lacking. Yet today he had earned their attention due to his sudden sourness and strange powers. "Elder Sisters... I'm going to go train in the forest for a month. I'll be back the day before the exam.....take care" was all Grell could say considering that he still didn't have the best relationship with them.

Leaving the estate was easy since it wasn't like anyone cared to acknowledge Grell in the first place. Waldyn Barony was equal parts forest and lakes. Sprawling treelines dotted the landscape to the point where some spots couldn't even get a hint of sunlight. A few tribes of elves lived in some of these woodlands but tended to govern themselves, only interacting with Lord Waldyn when necessary. Grell used to come out into the closest forest to his the estate in order to escape the neglect he faced at home. He had met his Master here, the sage who taught him how to use his brain rewrite. Grell had never been able to figure out much concerning his teacher. The Black Hatted man definitely wasn't human but he seemed a lot different than the demons Grell would go on to meet as Vangurle. Sitting on a rock next to a crystal clear spring. Grell remembered the last time he ever saw his Master in the previous world.

"Master looked so sad when he saw I became Vangurle... then he left.... we hadn't seen each other in years but it was MY fault he gave up on this world"
Bacon is fluffy

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Name: Grell Marcelle
Age: 18
Points Available: N/A
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 10
Mana: 5
Mana Sensitivity: 5
Aura: 5
Aura Sensitivity: 5
Luck: 0

Traits:
Easily Tempted: Slight debuff when offered something you desire
Mana Sensitive: You are especially sensitive to the oscillations of mana and the flow in your body but you cant turn this boon off

Titles:

Boon Granted: Heavenly Skeleton (Rank D)
Mana can be stored within your skeleton. If it is maintained you will become stronger than your wildest dreams, but if it is neglected, your body will fall apart. Please rank up at least once a year until Rank B to avoid death.

 

[Gears]

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Demon king:
strength 700
mana:999
mana sensitivity:999
dexterity:500​

Malekai grinned, but his hopes were slightly dashed at lack of response to his question. "I suppose your coffee was not the one I was looking for", he said as he took a sip of the nostalgic brew. "the truth is master charlie, I know who you are", he said while flicking his finger toward him. The resulting burst of wind, would have at least impeded the boy's approach. "I have traveled to many a world, searching for my home. Alas that may not be possible", he paused and outstretched his hands to his sides. "at the very least, I hope you and the other fated ones can kill me in time". He clapped his hands once more, sending charlie out of his pocket dimension and back into the bar. There waiting him was a fresh cup of coffee, chicken but specifically with corn without butter. The demon king however, was nowhere to be seen. He was already walking out of the double doors, off to find another fated one and see what they were like. and perhaps a bit more of the human world along the way. He rather liked the mutton chops and ideas master charlie had about life.

​

Charlie immediately fell over as he reappeared in the real world- his charge bringing him right into the table. "Carrots- asshole, no coward. He probably knew I could defeat him." Charlie sat down, nursing his leg- though he had mostly stubbed his toe, he believed he couldn't make chase with such grievous injuries. He quickly ate his food before leaving the tavern- giving the barmaid extra coin. Who cares that boring white void guy was gone, he was just some random- not a threat. As Charlie drank his coffee he began singing a particularly tune, skipping away in the darkness as he looked for anything interesting.

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Shadow guardian
strength 30
mana 30
mana sensitivity 100
dexterity:50​

The shadow demon thrashed and writhed with painful moans and wailing escaping out of many orifices appearing all over its body. Silhouettes of trapped human souls thrashed about, trying to escape from their bondage within this demon. "you dare stand against the demon king? BARTUC? was it not your goal to end the gods"? The demon struggling to keep its form together started to resemble a roaring flame, but within its core looked like a boy holding its palm on a wound.



A grin creeped over the boys face, eyes of eyes opened up on him, all of which were focused on the duo before him. "sacrifice, ill show you what a lowly human you are"! Much like a roaring river, the shadow demon began to encircle them while swords made of shadow energy tore into the pavement aimed at slashing her legs. The many mouths of the beast chanting, " sac-ri-fice. sac-re-fice. yummy sacr-i-fice".

Zyn charged, analyzing the enemy. She likely couldn't rely on the flames of the sword to deal the damage- with the flames surrounding the creature she guessed it likely had an immunity- then again these flames appeared to be magical, so perhaps she had a chance. She paused as she saw the boy, confused. Perhaps this was another victim. After the thing began talking about sacrifices however (And Bartuc's urging) She followed the directions, rolling out of the way before slashing the beast. This combat form- Bladesinging was good at a single opponent, but with the inhuman nature this would be difficult. She quickly climbed the rooftop, glad for the energy given by the new bond and waited fro directions- watching the creature as she weighed her options- retreat or kill it?

 

[Gears]

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The chimera charged regardless of what stood in its way, its body slamming into the phalanx without a care in the world. Grisly spears ripped into its flesh, filling the area with the stench of rotting flesh and iron. The soldiers cried bloody murder, their bodies dissolving under the beast's acidic blood. Ismael and Tahm stood frozen, watching the beast unravel to engulf the city guard. The main head still a lion lunged forth toward Doc seeing him as the only thing stopping it from recapturing the girl who it saw as a beacon just beyond the gate. However three well time shots sent it falling over itself in a tangled mess. Bones, sinew, and innards leaked from its undead corpse. Its lion head roared at Doc and snapped at him, just inches from reaching him.



Even broken and ranting maniacally, the creature managed to inch its way closer to doc while leaving entrails in its wake. Each inch, the slap and thud of sinewy flesh could be heard as its twitsted and contorted toward its singular mission.

Gears

zyn should be half as strong as the shadow gaurdian in terms of stats +30 from earlier. be sure to spoiler whatever points ive given in previous posts here.

Doc stayed cool as he saw the creature crashed through buildings- people would rebuild and heal. Doc stayed calm as it tore through the phalanx- people died. Doc stayed cool as it lunged at him- he had died before. Each shot Doc fired was precise, he was calm despite the chaos- but not because he didn't care. He always remembered the names of the fallen- as is the way Invention, the god he followed. When Doc surveyed the creature he recognized the enemy he had been purging for so long- even he didn't know how long. He could barely remember the peace before his oath of vengeance. Rage filled his core as he approached, allowing the weapon to reform into playing cards. Doc radiated fury as he approached- staying just out of reach as he stood before it.

"Your wicked taint upon this world ends here monster."

Doc raised Oathbreaker and fired into its skull until it stopped moving, then using the butt of its rifle form to ensure the brain was destroyed with a series of brutal attacks.

Spoiler: Stats

Name: Charlie
age:19
points available:
strength:
dexterity: 5
mana: 5
mana sensitivity:
aura:
aura sensitivity:
luck:

traits:
Jittery mind
fey wild evolution
Easily distracted
Battle fervor F rank
titles:
x

9 years,11 months,30 days,23:59
Name: Doc
Age:22
points available:
Strength:
dexterity: 10
mana:
mana sensitivity: 5
aura
aura sensitivity: 5
luck:

traits:
Oath breaker: congrats you like to break your Hippocratic oath, so +5 to your offensive stats, but your doctoring abilties are diminished. bonus scales and so does debuff.
Tireless - not weighed down by pesky things like stamina but you arent welcome in certain places
Phantom prince Rank F
titles:

Name:Zyn
Age:19
points available:
Strength: 5
dexterity: 25
mana:
mana sensitivity:
aura: 10
aura sensitivity
luck: 5

traits:
sticky hands: more likely to succeed in stealing but are more likely to fail to get rid of the evidence
natural occultist: you are smiled upon by demons, but shunned by the light

 

[Bacon is fluffy]

He leaned back again, his gaze steady. "The question is, are you ready to take that step?"

-1​

Perhaps Caelum has failed to fully comprehend the world outside of his university or even the bare bones situation for Dale. The world was currently in a renaissance and everything is abundant. Merchants at this time period were thinking in terms of ambitions. They want to slay dragons, so most of their income went to equipment and finding talent. Some want to explore the seas, so their money went to the craft itself, the crew, and the mages necessary to traverse the ocean above and below it. People often do not think ahead and when they do, it takes a special kind of doomsday prepper to consider things that far ahead. Even potions which the two had mentioned prior were crashing at the moment. Too many healers, too many sellers, and not enough demand lead to a market saturation. Dale could attest to this because he was sitting on a couple hundred potions which would all sell for a loss. It was also during this time period that Dale was near the end of his wits and would take up mercenary work.

"Caelum, forgive me, but there's something about your actions which doesn't seem forthright". He stood up and let his fingertips slide across this table while holding his gaze with Caelum. The ground shook and the small shack trembled, causing small hanging utensils to fall to the ground. Dale's irises glimmered with a grave blue aura, mana seeping from his body. "Merchants and small farmers buy my corn, but big time dealers don't. They want ships, mercenaries, experts, and weapons to conquer the unknown". The room began to ripple, runic symbols faintly glowing brighter as the conversation went on. "The last merchant pigs who set foot in here were third rate loan sharks. They laughed at me and said there are much better labs who dont have half the overhead! They spit on my dreams and didnt even put me in debt".

After taking a deep breath he asked, " Are you here to mess with me or is there something you're not telling me. I have tried stamina elixirs, healing potions, seeds, food, and even defensive formations. What more can I do"? As he said this, groans of the earth beneath them twisting and contorting could be heard in the background.

After dodging the second bolt of Jemin's and turning the corner, Caddock ran towards the door leading to the blood pipe room. She punched the door with a bloodied fist until it gave in to her strength and fell on the floor with a thud. She entered the room. It was steamy inside, and a loud whooshing noise was heard from time to time somewhere in the depths of the room as the pipes ejected excess heat. Despite the fact that she didn't really do much in terms of physical exertion, she found herself breathing heavily and felt fatigued.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised my poor little body is in this state, she thought, I remember how poor the food was, and the frequent drawing of blood didn't help either.
She walked forward, a bit unstable and wobbly on her legs, through the labyrinth-like room of various pumps and metal pipes. She would crouch or dart away from this pipe or that on her way when she heard or felt the buildup of pressure, because after a few seconds of the buildup, the pressure would whoosh out of the pipe violently. She frowned in tired annoyance.
Caddock paused to listen for any steps behind and then continued walking until she found the wall she was looking for.
Okay, here the wall is shallow in the middle and leads right into a cave. I should be able to get to the surface after a while of walking through the said cave.
Caddock kicked the wall and lo! She heard a shallow thud. it seems her memory was accurate. She begun kicking the wall, little by little making dents, although it seemed she was growing more sluggish now and sweat drops rolled down her face. Poor lass really looked like she would fall asleep from the exertion at any moment now!

The sound of a lightning bolt echoed throughout the otherwise dead silent corridors. The commotion and pitter patter of boots clattering against the stone floor carried further than one would expect. A sleeping set of beasts soaking in vats of blood began to poke their heads out at the surface of crimson pool teeming with disease and insects. Emaciated fingers clasped the edge of giant cauldrons, their grisly curved claws allowing these misshapen creatures to pull themselves over the edge. With a wet thud against the tile floor, creatures which parodied the human form weakly pulled themselves together. Arms too long and spiney, eye sockets empty and too wide to be human, mouth full of crooked rotting teeth and short stubby legs barely lifted these abominations up. Their rib cages barely housed visible beating hearts and skin that seemed to move on its own. With sinew drooping about randomly across their thin frames, these imitation humans slowly moved toward the mass of breathing people in the corridor. However, one heard the cracking wall coming from where Caddock was escaping to a cave system. It felt a breeze of air and picked up on the scent of the girl struggling to escape. Inch by inch, it's finger nails scraped against the ground and pulled its fleshy incomplete frame toward her slowly by surely.

The only warning Caddock would have, if any, was the screams and frantic sounds of battle echoing from her pursuers who lingered in the corridor.

Aue Darkbloom

 

[Bacon is fluffy]

Zyn charged, analyzing the enemy. She likely couldn't rely on the flames of the sword to deal the damage- with the flames surrounding the creature she guessed it likely had an immunity- then again these flames appeared to be magical, so perhaps she had a chance. She paused as she saw the boy, confused. Perhaps this was another victim. After the thing began talking about sacrifices however (And Bartuc's urging) She followed the directions, rolling out of the way before slashing the beast. This combat form- Bladesinging was good at a single opponent, but with the inhuman nature this would be difficult. She quickly climbed the rooftop, glad for the energy given by the new bond and waited fro directions- watching the creature as she weighed her options- retreat or kill it?

Shadow guardian
strength 30
mana 30
mana sensitivity 100
dexterity:50​

The shadow demon stretched out like the torrent of a raging river from above and below Zyn and the demon blade. Using its main body as the anchor, it sent rivers and shadows cutting through the houses under Zyn. The sounds screaming villagers and stone being tore from its very foundation could be heard as houses were being lifted underneath her. At the same time tendrils of shadow rushed into the sky, forming a cage to intercept their target in the chaos.

Zyn listen, this is our one chance to kill it! It's core is still anchored in place but most of its body is stretched out to chase you. Turn about face and slash the mark I've ingrained in your mind!​

By this point the houses zyn ran to would just about to start crumbling. The roof beneath her feet starting to collapse as the sound of screaming humans filled the air. But just as Bartuc said, there was a 1 x 1 box highlighting a thumping macabre heart covered in a thin layer of the demon's shadow mana. "take you back to master. back to master. back"! A chorus of mouths began to chant as the tendrils became poised to strike at the girl.

Doc stayed cool as he saw the creature crashed through buildings- people would rebuild and heal. Doc stayed calm as it tore through the phalanx- people died. Doc stayed cool as it lunged at him- he had died before. Each shot Doc fired was precise, he was calm despite the chaos- but not because he didn't care. He always remembered the names of the fallen- as is the way Invention, the god he followed. When Doc surveyed the creature he recognized the enemy he had been purging for so long- even he didn't know how long. He could barely remember the peace before his oath of vengeance. Rage filled his core as he approached, allowing the weapon to reform into playing cards. Doc radiated fury as he approached- staying just out of reach as he stood before it.

"Your wicked taint upon this world ends here monster."

Doc raised Oathbreaker and fired into its skull until it stopped moving, then using the butt of its rifle form to ensure the brain was destroyed with a series of brutal attacks.

The beast laughed at the false prince's anger, its pearly eyes trained on Doc as he fired his strange gun into its body randomly. The mana circuits which held it together were being torn apart, causing the corpses that made up its body to dislodge from eachother into a heap. Despite being torn asunder voices continued to chant from the heap, " hahaha false prince will be dragged into the darkness. False prince will become a slave too"! As doc climbed upon the lion's head, the butt of his gun was used to smash the brain until nothing was left but the semblance of a blooming crimson flower as its juices bled out and deflated.

The people who witnessed the event rushed to Doc to thank him and the town guard who survived allowed them to congregate around him. However among the crowd were the souls that made up the undead chimera. With no anchor left, they latched onto Doc, hiding in the periphery of his vision. The little girl was the only one missing from the scene, for she was recieving emergency treatment within a nearby barracks. Town guardsmen didnt necessarily blame him, but among the thankful villagers they were posted at the edge of the crowd to stop him from leaving if necessary.

+30 points for doc's stats
no affect on boon as he has not interacted with it yet

Leaving the estate was easy since it wasn't like anyone cared to acknowledge Grell in the first place. Waldyn Barony was equal parts forest and lakes. Sprawling treelines dotted the landscape to the point where some spots couldn't even get a hint of sunlight. A few tribes of elves lived in some of these woodlands but tended to govern themselves, only interacting with Lord Waldyn when necessary. Grell used to come out into the closest forest to his the estate in order to escape the neglect he faced at home. He had met his Master here, the sage who taught him how to use his brain rewrite. Grell had never been able to figure out much concerning his teacher. The Black Hatted man definitely wasn't human but he seemed a lot different than the demons Grell would go on to meet as Vangurle. Sitting on a rock next to a crystal clear spring. Grell remembered the last time he ever saw his Master in the previous world.

"Master looked so sad when he saw I became Vangurle... then he left.... we hadn't seen each other in years but it was MY fault he gave up on this world"

Lorilei, van auger XVIIII(grell's master)
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It was another quiet day in the Waldyn territory as far as Van was concerned. He sat with his legs criss-crossed and formed a circle with his fingers to form a conduit for his mana to flow. His core lying within the corpus collosum of his brain, mana fired a million times a minute and circulated throughout his body. Meanwhile a core was being formed within his heart and one in each of his limbs to allow for maximum flow of power from one sector to another. One thing Van had discovered long ago, is power accumulated in one power center in a human body would eventually cause it to deteriorate. However, by having two, he had lengthened his lifespan for many generations past that of a normal human. This body was perhaps his fifth, but it was already a millennia old.

Long before the waldyns settled here and long before the blackthorn empire formed, van auger had been continuously cultivating his mind and spirit to transcend the normal limits of human life. Ofcourse this was not done alone. He was among the first few souls transported from his original world by Mikael and conscripted to face the former demon king. In exchange for his service to the cause, he was granted the boon of a reincarnation. With each iteration he was reborn he became less human in some ways. It started with him forgetting about his hunger and fatigue and has progressed to him forgetting about the flow of time. His eyes fluttered open after decades, a stinging shock to the back of his mind shaking off the years of metaphorical rust from his mind.

"Boop", a soft echoed in his mind telepathically. Van stood up quickly and smacked his head against the roof of the cave he was secluded in. " oi oi Layna you can't be doing that to an old man like me"! The voice was somber and curt, " uncle van, it's me Lorilei. Mother passed on 200 years ago". Van's eyes widened before he scratched his head out of habit. "Sorry, guess I missed her funeral...how can I help you"? The voice did not respond right away, but it came as sure as the sun will set and asked, "Have you perhaps, noticed something off lately"? Lorelei continued, "I can not contact the arch mage nor can I contact the envoy to the god of....light". Van growled at the absurdity of the statement and pressed his right index finger to his temple and reached out to elias. "nothing"..he said. "no matter, surely that woman is just in seclusion too, right"?

To his dismay he found none of his old contacts could be found, including mikael himself. "the way to the heavens is shut". Van's heartbeat raced for the first time in 10000 years. His thoughts raced from the seas where cthulu resided with no one tethering his body to the deeps. No one to chain mephisto to pillars of eternity. No one to gaurd the gates between the realms. "Uncle Van, we are off to the emergency summons in the heart of the sinnai forest. take care", she said with a forlorn tone. Van nodded and rushed out to sunlight for the first time in ages, to find yet another world he was not familiar with. His mind racing all over the place, Van could not figure out where to go or what to do. " what a time to lose my damn save file, fuck".

However, something caught his attention a few miles out. A pair of lights converging onto eachother."mikael's boons? would that old man really hand them out like candy"? Mana pooled in his withered stubby legs, before exploding into a burst of wind that sent him flying toward grell. Although it was faint, he somehow recognized his scent but not the heavenly skeleton in his body. Something was off and he was going to find out what as he flew through the air toward Charlie and Grell.

Gaius Danius Griinia Gears

+20 attribute points for being the first team between player characters!

You two will now be in a party. So once a turn order is established charlie and grell have to follow turn order.

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[Darkbloom]

Caelum's hands folded neatly on the table, his expression calm but resolute as he observed Dale’s heated emotions manifest in ripples of mana through the room. He didn’t flinch as the ground quaked beneath them or as the runes glimmered brighter with Dale’s frustration. Instead, he allowed a few moments of silence to settle between them, ensuring his next words would cut through the tension with precision.

“You’re right, Dale,” Caelum said finally, his voice steady and unyielding. “Words alone won’t change anything. Not in a world like this, where everyone is fighting for something bigger than themselves. If I want you to trust me, if I want you to see the potential I’m talking about, I need to prove it to you—not with empty promises, but with results.”

He leaned forward slightly, his silver eyes gleaming with a determination that seemed to pierce through Dale’s doubts. “Here’s what we’ll do. Tomorrow, at first light, I’ll return. Together, we’ll pick one of your plants—something unique, something you believe in but haven’t been able to convince others to value. Then, I’ll show you how to make it indispensable to this world. Whether it’s an elixir, a potion, a defensive array, or something entirely new, I’ll demonstrate what can be done with the right perspective and the right strategy.”

Caelum stood, brushing the mud from his robes as he met Dale’s gaze head-on. “I’ll prove to you that your work has merit beyond what this short-sighted society sees. And when I do, we’ll not only elevate your business but begin building something that truly lasts. Not just for you—but for everyone who can benefit from what you’ve created.”

He gestured to the table, where the holograms of Dale’s greenhouse and mana storage tank still flickered faintly. “So think about it tonight, Dale. Think about what you truly want to achieve—and what you’re willing to risk to make it happen. Because when the sun rises tomorrow, I’ll be here to show you what we can accomplish together.”

Without waiting for a reply, Caelum turned and began walking toward the door, his steps measured and deliberate. He paused just before stepping out into the biomes beyond, glancing back over his shoulder. “Rest well. Tomorrow, we start proving the skeptics wrong—not with words, but with actions.”

And with that, he stepped outside, leaving Dale to his thoughts amid the soft hum of mana and the distant rustle of plants in the greenhouse.


As Caelum stepped out of the greenhouse, the cool evening air greeted him, carrying with it the faint rustle of crops in the distance. The faint glow of mana from Dale’s nursery faded as he walked further into the farmland, his mind already shifting to the next steps. While Dale mulled over the proposition, there was still time for Caelum to advance another critical piece of his plan—the princess.

He glanced at the horizon, where the sun had begun to dip below the skyline. The kingdom’s towering spires, bathed in the golden glow of twilight, stood in sharp contrast to the simplicity of the farmland. His thoughts turned to her: the princess with untapped potential and a dangerous gap in her understanding of mana control. If her skill could be honed, she could become an indispensable ally—not just to him, but to the future he was trying to secure.

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By the time he reached the royal training grounds, the stars had started to emerge. The guards at the entrance recognized him immediately, giving him a brief nod before allowing him entry. The princess had requested his help once before, and her curiosity about advanced mana techniques was no secret among the palace staff.
Inside the expansive training hall, Caelum found her, her expression a mix of focus and frustration. She stood at the center of a glowing array etched into the floor, its intricate runes pulsating in uneven rhythms. A flicker of mana sputtered in her palm, wild and uncontrolled, as she tried to shape it into something stable.

As Caelum stepped into the training hall, his sharp gaze immediately found the princess at its center. She was surrounded by a glowing array, its runes pulsating with uneven light. Her focus was intense, but her frustration was evident in the way her fingers twitched, struggling to maintain control over a flickering orb of mana that danced unpredictably in her palm.

He approached slowly, his boots making soft echoes against the polished stone floor. When he stopped just a few steps away, he took a moment to study her work. The array was meticulously designed but overly rigid, its structure strangling the natural flow of mana rather than guiding it.

“Your Highness,” Caelum said, his voice calm but firm enough to cut through the silence. The orb of mana in her hand sputtered out as she turned to face him, her expression betraying equal parts curiosity and irritation. “It looks like you’re still trying to wrestle the beast instead of taming it.”

He let the observation hang in the air for a moment, watching her reaction. Then, stepping closer, he gestured to the array. “You’ve built something impressive here, but it’s too constrained. Mana doesn’t respond well to being forced—it needs guidance. Think of it as coaxing a stream to change its course, not damming it entirely.”

He extended his hand toward her, tilting his head slightly in invitation. “Would you like me to show you what I mean?”

He paused, his silver eyes steady as he waited for her response.

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