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

Sam136

Gears · Feb 21, 2025

Bacon is fluffy said:
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The representatives
Elizabeth Walgren

Raine smiled as the magic circle created from all 5 representatives finished coalescing under Caelum. At his feet, the elf queen closed her eyes and began to pour mana into the circle, but not before glancing at Elizabeth. She saw the tears forming in the girl's eyes, yet she saw the resolve to cover him up when debris falling from the ceiling due to the earthquakes. Each attack from the devourer of worlds shot thousands of miles away made their small little realm quake with fear. Her lips quivered. Her gaze met the elf queen's with a frustrated scowl. "Worry not cutie, your friend is being protected by this world's best as of now", she said. She looked to the others who were struggling to keep up the pace. Some of the world's current strongest figures growled at Raine, but they saw the meat from her cheek bones melt away before their very eyes. The once immaculate elf queen was becoming gaunt before them and now the situation called for more power.

"It's almost time cutie, but there is something you can do. Your friend needs all the support he can get. And I bet the support from a beauty like you would make him go wild". Elizabeth's cheeks went red and she broke eye contact with raine. " The hour of need is at hand, so pour your heart and soul into helping caelum. This is your moment to grow cutie", she said with the same calm smile. The fish man rep punched his palm and caused the aura around caelum to glow with radiance, " The power of the alchemists is behind you, solomon". Chemical reactions both mana based and purely based on the minerals within caelum's body began to reform after being extinguished by the devourer of worlds. The orc representative smashed his hands into the academy's mana resistant ground, nearly breaking his hands in the process. " And the orcs lend their sturdy body and souls to you". The dark elf grinned and formed the yang to Raine's yin energy, to reinforce caelum's mana network, " and the elves off the power of the world trees, sire". Van auger placed his palm on caelum's head and channeled mana into his brain, causing green marks to glow on his face, " And the humans offer their undying determination, boy". Caelum's mind was reinforced by his speciality magics and his mind realm being repaired by the master human.

Elizabeth heard them and felt the changes in caelum whenever she had to push down on his heart to give him cpr. The powers of the representatives was immense and it opened her eyes to the possibilities of the world. It also threatened to break her spirit as a result, but watching caelum come in and out of death during this invasion reminded her of what must be done. "If I can not offer you something unique, I will become your battery caelum"! The girl began to feel the mana all around her, deadly and screaming in pain from the void king. She strained herself and expanded her own mind realm, imagining the whole campus, then the city. She felt euphoric, but also lucid at the same time as she called the ailing mana to her. As her palms were pressed against caelum she put his teachings to work and began to diffuse the negative energy from the void and feed caelum's body as well. Her finger tips were blackening and her body started to show dark splotches from the miscalculated cleansings, but in this minute Elizabeth was learning while being baptized by fire to help her friend. " Caelum, you stupid. YOU BETTER WIN! YOU HEAR ME"?!

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The Devourer of worlds
strength:199 and dropping
Dexterity:100 and dropping
Mana:999 and recovering
mana sensitivity:50 and dropping

As soon as it registered that a chrono mage was holding him in place, everything became crystal clear to the void king. He had already slaughtered Solomon thousands of years ago he thought. There should be no one foolish enough to invoke such earth shaking powers. Powers that could turn a world into a hell scape with no intervention. Powers that took his mortality and forced him into that prison for aeons. The void king began to ignore the others that initially captured his attention, but even those creatures watched intently now. They gazed from the void at the shining star in a sea of wretched darkness. The one who took away their ability to die, was now going to be put down by the Devourer of worlds.

The Void king smashed his head against the wall of caelum's mind realm, nearly shattering it in the process. Only the representatives and Elizabeth were keeping it from collapsing. The void king pulled it apart with his long spider leg fingers,the claw at the ends digging into the fabric of caelum's mind. "SOLOMON"! The devourer of worlds instantly forced the realm open and crashed into the order's barrier. The gaunt figure of darkness began to fry like potatoes do in a pan. His skin letting out a fowl smell of flesh that should have rot away thousands of years ago. The void king crashed through the gap it created, only supported by the representatives and advisor chan. The creature writhed in pain, his voice laced with vile mana that threatened to blow out our heroes' ear drums. Held up by his two twig like arms, with patches of light continuously burning away the creature. His one good eye locked on the group, crimson and bleeding out a river of black blood. He swung his abdomen at the group, sending his exposed intestines toward them. It would be thick in some places and brittle in others. Like a whip, it would thrash about randomly to separate the group. In that instance it's heart fired black sludge at zyn and Lila, threatening to drown them in an endless pit of quick sand like sludge if they were caught. From its liver it a fleshy spout formed and shot a fleshy torrent of toxic sludge that would threaten to melt anything mana based in its wake(aimed at grell, charlie, and elias).

The void king would thrash about and send tentacles made of humans flying toward Caddock and oliver at the same time. If caught it would begin to assimilate the two. Last was Caelum who the void king would try to grab with his boney gaunt hand. All the while, the parts of his body that were not within the mind realm would be pulsating and sending blood to the void king's head to heal him. Advisor chan looked in horror as these unnatural attacks came hurling at the group like a machine gun. The old man reached for emergency drawer, but was caught by his superior. The two locked eyes and advisor chan was immediately ashamed for even considering such a nuclear option. " I know your heart is in the right place, but sensei, the young buds must also be allowed to bloom".

He grimaced at his colleague and slammed his intercom button to shout, "Okay impertinent bastards, I don't care if you're tired of hearing that because as I said, you are impertinent and bastards. However you have a job to do. Survive! and cut the void king's body off or he will keep healing"!

second to last post before chapter 2! Take a look at the void king's stats and decipher what you must do to take advantage of his weaknesses in character! His attacks are deadly but not one shots(yet). So stop cut that bastard's torso off from the void unless you wanna be lunch.

+50 stats temporarily to the gang for killing his goons.
+200 temporarily to caelum for the buffs given by the reps
+50 stats given to the group from lila.

dont get hit, figure out how to stop him! and ask me in pms, ooc, or discord if you has questions! Or if I was lacking anywhere.

also as always ty for being awesome

Aue
Darkbloom
Gaius Danius Griinia
Sam136
CasualTea

Doc stayed eerily calm as the creature attacked- doing what he did best Analysing. He emplored his marksmanship training to calculate a velocity and path of the next attacks before raising Oathbreaker as he aimed for the tendrils. His priority was the one they called Solomon, but unfortunately his knowledge reserves where empty in this regard. He had heard of old stories from Worldfollowers, bards who traveled the universe and collected Mythos and Legends- but that told him nothing of his current allies capability. He had been busy with his own issues at the moment. He tried not to look at the boy- barely past his manhood based on his physicians eye, even with the strange rabbit features. He was called to save only one person- so he would do so with a brutal efficiency. He lined up his shot for areas central in the mass, using his skills in physics too simulate a good idea of how his bullets at their current velocity would act against the material- though he could only guess based on the strange decay rate he could see with each piece of the spine. This creature was close enough to undead that Doc began to see red, filled with an urge to kill it, purge it- rip it to pieces. He froze and uttered a few words- barely considering the quiet promise

"My Will is as the steel of my weapon."
"My Heart is as cold as Valhalla."
"My Fury is as Burning as The Seven Circles of Hell."
"My Mind is as Clear as The River Styx
"Let my Enemies Gaze upon my Soul and Despair."

Doc Smiled under the mask and pulled the trigger- filling his malice and hatred imbue the shot. Oathbreaker was for more sensitive to his emotions- considering how he obtained the item. The arcane cracks and runes began to glow with that usual cobalt light as he felt power exit his body and enter the weapon- Mana finding an easy entry point through the Group- despite the strange effect from that sin he had committed when he claimed his weapon- petrifying it. Doc was bathed in that light as he felt the cylinder shift according to his will- before landing on a bullet coated in dragon dust, flammable. A blue inferno fired from the muzzle as the bullet was launched towards the target- blue veins from his magic glowing as it split into two smaller bullets, slightly guided by his will. He quickly rebolstered the weapon as the spectral flames began to permeate even his specialized gloves- an effect of the broken nature of the weapon, hence why he had killed again for his second weapon. Doc raised his second weapon and charged forward- ready to fight even the largest foes to complete the will of the gods- before a short figure with green hair ran into him- the giant sword strapped to her back knocking the good doctor prone as he was caught off guard by the collision.

Zyn stumbled as she ran into the plague doctor- glad she didn't get hit by the psycho as he fired at the creature- before finally ducking behind cover and summoning Spectral Bartuc. "Damn it- you where right, shouldn't have come here. Who the hell even is this guy." Zyn poked her head out from behind cover and got to her feet, sneaking around the chaos to reach the source of all this insanity- this Heir of Soloman- "What the fuck did you do to start this mess?"

Charlie Flew out of range of his attacker as he felt that magic Grell used obliterated his opponent. He quickly sped behind the combat and layed down- drained by the combat. He could hear more battle- but all of it was muffled as his rabbit ears tried to filter out the chaotic sounds of war. The Rabbit-Kin gingerly removed his top hat, fighting back yawns as he pulled a few objects from the hat: More knives, a dueling sword (Made of Wood), and more coffee- this time in small potions. Usually these greater concentrated brews where reserved for emergencies- leading to a long crash in which he slept double his required amount- the humanoid average of 8 hours.

The world became brighter as the caffeine filled Charlie, who eagerly got to his feet and rushed into battle. This Void guy was way too powerful to defeat in a fair fight, so Charlie would have to do the next best thing: Annoy him. The Blur of green light sped past the line of heroes- towards the waves of destruction before expertly dodging the attacks- twisting and spinning with flourish as he pulled a small wand from his belt and cast a few distracting spells- Sending brightly colored fireworks and illusions of blobs of color around the enemy, hoping the more physically adept individuals could assist.

"Hey Ugly- you make faceless horrors like Cthulhu look like a model- with the powers of an eldritch god you still have the charisma of half a brick."

"I would cast viscous mockery on you- but I don't need magic assistance to find an insult."

"I don't think a single shapeshifter would take your form- I mean look at you."

"Your bad at this villain stuff- maybe try fighting something smaller than you- maybe that can help."

"I would cast acid splash, but that might just improve your appearance."

Name: Charlie
age:19
points available:
strength:
dexterity: 155
mana: 105
mana sensitivity: 50
aura:
aura sensitivity:
luck: 50

traits:
Jittery Mind: (Due to his continued consumption of The Coffee) has various effects, such as not being able to (Or needing) as much sleep, only needing around four hours (As his abilities evolve less sleep is needed) Charlie is also more alert, constantly scanning rooms for enemies- allowing him to occasionally catch traps, illusions, or other secrets
Fey Wild Evolution: As Charlie spent around ten years in the feywild, (having arrived at 3 or 5 years old) he has changed due to the magic of the plain, adopting traits of his Harrengon pseudo-family, with his bunny ears and tail- lending him superior hearing and senses, along with allowing a superior jumping ability/agility. His eyes are also a neon green, constantly glowing and lending him night vision- along with a few minor magic effects like unconscious plant enhancement.
Easily Distracted: Charlie often deals with over fixation of trivial things, resulting in the collection of random objects he keeps in his Top Hat of Holding, ranging from a Hat collection, Bobble Heads, to a collection of instruments he doesn't know how to play. Along with his light hoarding, Charlie may cause harm because he is too focused on something else in combat, if his attention can be successfully drawn into a scenario that benefits the group (Via shiny objects, subterfuge, continual reminder) he can usually succeed.
Noon: Battle Fervor (F): Charlie gains +1 strength for each foe he cuts down in battle, but in exchange his mind will be fixated on the desire to return to battle.
Battle Perception D Rank: He now can concentrate further and see battle lines for stuff such as swords and movement of his adversaries. +2 stats per kill

Titles: None

9 years,11 months,30 days,23:59
Name: Doc
Age:22
points available:
Strength:
dexterity: 60
mana: 30
mana sensitivity: 57
aura
aura sensitivity: 15
luck: 100

traits:
Oath Breaker: A Healer who kills, breaking the oath of no harm. +5 to your offensive stats, but your doctoring abilties are diminished. bonus scales and so does debuff.
Tireless - A creature who has suffered death more than once cars not for rest or stamina in the pursuit of his goals. Though his nature is ominous, with many fearing or distrusting him
Phantom Prince Rank (F): The dead shall follow, the dead shall obey, the dead shall be your keep. Able to command dead in spirits and corporeal form. This skill is limited to humans and small animals for now. It will become stronger with rank and evolve upon becoming the phantom king.

Titles:
Mysterious Hero of the Masses: As the undead threat grows, Doc will grow regard as he hunts his prey- able to call upon the people to help him in his quest. The Common people will not stop his efforts.

Name: Zyn
Age:19
points available:
Strength: 105
dexterity: 105
mana:
mana sensitivity:
aura: 110
aura sensitivity
luck: 5

traits:
Sticky Hands: A life spent stealing has lent an expertise in theft, though it is harder to get rid of said contraband.
Natural Occultist: Even if her Demonic bond is less pervasive in this life, there is still a demonic mark on her skull. Demons will welcome her, while angels will hate her.

Darkbloom · Feb 21, 2025

Time unraveled around him. Power surged through his body, reforging what had been shattered, restoring what had been lost. Caelum could feel everything—the pulsing mana of the five representatives, Elizabeth’s desperate support, the battlefield warping under the Void King’s rampage.

And he could feel it.

The ceaseless pull of time, the cruel, inevitable cycle that had once stolen everything from him. The college. The people. The future. He had seen it before. Lived through it. Died for it.

"Not this time,"

The words left his lips in a whisper, barely audible beneath the chaos. But the moment they did, he moved.

His spear, forged from the very essence of time itself, pierced into the Void King’s core. The monster lurched, its movements stuttering, its form locking into place. It was as if existence itself rejected it—an ancient wretch now trapped in an immutable fate.

For the first time in its cursed existence, it could not regenerate.

The battlefield convulsed. Time fractured. Some around him moved in slow motion, others in rapid bursts, reality struggling to stabilize. The Void King, once an unkillable force, now bled freely, its body flaking away into dust with every motion. It still thrashed, still fought—but now, for the first time, it could die.

Caelum’s grip tightened around his spear. His voice, steady and commanding, carried across the battlefield.

"Now... finish it."

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 0
Strength: 20 (50)
dexterity: 31 (50)
mana: 112 (100)
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Aue

Darkbloom · Feb 22, 2025

Elias barely had time to process the battlefield, the Void King, or even the strange magic at play when his instincts screamed at him.

Move.

His head snapped to the side just in time to see a wave of toxic sludge barreling toward him, bubbling and hissing as it devoured the very ground beneath it.

“Oh, hell no—”

He scrambled to his feet, legs burning as he threw himself backward, barely dodging the encroaching death creeping toward him. Even just being near it made his skin crawl, the air thick with rot and corruption.

The heir of Solomon had struck the Void King’s core, calling for them to finish it off.

Great. Fantastic. Except Elias had no weapons, no spells—nothing but his brain, and at this moment, that wasn't worth much against an otherworldly abomination and its literal puddle of doom.

He needed cover. Distance. Anything.

His gaze flicked around, searching for higher ground, for something—anything—he could use. His breath was ragged, adrenaline surging through his veins.

"Someone with an actual weapon," he called out, voice sharp, "handle that!" He had no idea if anyone could even hear him over the chaos, but right now, surviving the toxic sludge was his priority.

And he intended to do exactly that.

Elias’s gaze darted across the battlefield—past the swirling chaos, the toxic sludge still creeping toward him, and then— there.

A sword.

It lay next to some guy who was completely out cold. Olivier, if Elias remembered correctly—not that it mattered right now. The sword was free real estate.

Elias made a split-second decision.

You know what? Screw it.

He lunged forward, narrowly avoiding the sludge as he snatched the weapon off the ground. It was heavier than he expected, his fingers clumsy on the grip for a moment before instinct took over.

And then, in a decision that could only be described as a brain short-circuiting due to overwhelming stupidity, Elias did the most reckless thing possible.

He charged.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH—!”

There was no plan. No strategy. Just raw survival instincts mixed with a complete disregard for self-preservation as he sprinted toward the Void King, sword raised like some lunatic who had just learned what a weapon was five seconds ago.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt something click—power surging through his body, his temporary bonus stats suddenly making sense. His grip tightened. His muscles steadied. The sword in his hands didn’t feel quite as unwieldy anymore.

And yet, despite all of this—despite the fact that he was actually about to attack an eldritch entity like some kind of madman—one thought reigned supreme in his mind:

"If I die, I'm haunting Charlie specifically."

Elias had no idea what he was doing.

But did that stop him?

Absolutely not.

Sword gripped in both hands, he closed the distance between himself and the Void King’s wounded core. The eldritch horror screeched in agony, its massive form writhing as the time lance lodged in its body pulsed with unstable energy.

Perfect.

With all the grace of a man who had just picked up a sword for the first time in his life, Elias swung downward with all his might—

And completely missed.

The blade clanged against the ground, sparks flying as his arms vibrated from the impact.

“Oh, for—!”

He wrenched the sword up again, adjusted his footing, and stabbed forward instead.

This time, he hit something.

The blade sank deep into the core. A wet, otherworldly screech filled the air as a violent ripple of energy exploded outward from the wound. Black sludge spewed from the impact site, writhing and disintegrating in the air as if it had been struck by something beyond its understanding.

Elias gritted his teeth, pressing in harder, using every ounce of his borrowed strength.

“DIE, YOU SLIMY PIECE OF EXISTENTIAL NIGHTMARE FUEL!”

He had no idea if this was actually going to work, but he was committed now.

Gaius Danius Griinia · Feb 23, 2025

Grell

The moment he locked eyes with the silver haired woman, Grell felt his breath leave his lungs. It was her, younger and feistier but the same Hero who survived until the final moments of the dark future. Instinctively Grell's hands went to his face as if clutching for the Mask of the Dreadwolf. He had no idea what to say or even IF he should say anything. Currently the pair were strangers amidst the chaos of the Void King's onslaught. Revealing anything that would give away that he was a regressed Vangurle would do him no favors. She'd likely find a way to turn people against him, given his willing allegiance to the Demon King in their former timeline. Still their abilities seemed to play well off of one another for what it was worth. Turning away from the Hero since they couldn't meet as their truest selves. Grell leapt into the air and began grinding on a series of floating pillars that had become heavily slowed in their destruction due to the Heir of Solomon time manipulation.

Noticing Lila once again trying to hit at something bigger than her britches. Grell sprang off of the pillars and rolled himself into a ball to increase his speed as he made his descent. Utilizing the momentum generated to perform an aura infused drop kick on an emergent creature. The young warrior could feel his body beginning to properly acclimate to aura once more. Crouching down and expanding his vision with Brain Rewrite. Grell noticed that the Void King's senses were worsening as the battle raged on. "Hey... if I can get you close to that thing... can you cast one of those curses on it?" asked Grell, his crimson eyes focusing on Lila's smug little face. He had an inkling of a plan but he'd need some assurance that it would work before he risked his own hide.

Aue

Name: Grell Marcelle
Age: 18
Points Available: N/A
Strength: 50
Dexterity: 50
Mana: 50
Mana Sensitivity: 40
Aura: 50
Aura Sensitivity: 40
Luck: 10

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:
Hero of Mikael, Heir of Ulydssian

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.

CasualTea · Feb 23, 2025

The Magic Within

Lila Reissender

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Seriously, again. She shook her head. "I will make his intestines rot from the inside out, I swear it." Lila mumbled. She was getting fed up with the voice but something more pressing was taking a spot in her list of priorities. Some weird sludge. She had to act quick if getting just a little moist wasn't on her list of things to do today. It was time she got serious. A plan quickly formed in her head involving a number of spells to quickly dispatch the threat. But the first spell was important. She lowered herself to the ground and eventually, redirecting her levitating magic from herself to the sludge and held it in place in the air. "You all might feel a breeze and I'm not sorry." She said before she extended her hand outward. "Waldgose!" She commanded. Immediately, a violent yet controlled tornado formed in place collecting the sludge as Lila used her levitation magic to gather any sludge from the battlefield. From her commission days, she once had to deal with cleaning up a mudslide and this is the way she did it.

Now that wriggled in front of her within the tornado caused by Waldgose was a huge amalgamation of the filth and sludge that was on the battlefield caused by the Void King. Soon after, Grell asked her a peculiar question. "Hey... if I can get you close to that thing... can you cast one of those curses on it?" She raised a brow before quickly focusing back on her work, dismissing him for now with a casually spoken sentence. "Hey, I'm a bit busy cleaning right now... And hold your nose!" She said before continuing on to the next part of her plan. "Daosdorg!" She commanded and the foul amalgamation in front of her caught fire and erupted in a blaze as the wind source of Waldgose was turned into fire. She kept the spells going in order to burn the stuff into nothingness. But of course, she's burning something. The smell it gave off was putrid and foul, almost like uncovering a lid and immediately having to gag as sewage assaulted your nose.

It almost made Lila throw up. "Ueegh.. Fucking rancid..! Then that's good." If it smelt putrid along with the fire, then that means it was burning successfully. But she can't have this rancid stench permeate the rest of the area and affect everyone else. She swung her staff once more before uttering a spell. While it was inaudible, everyone who could smell this burning heap of shit had their noses hooked with a pleasant scent like flowers. She used a spell to eliminate bad odor and replaced it with the smell of flowers. Finally, she can breathe again. Just to speed up the process, she extended her hand once more toward the burning pillar and spoke her next spell. A spell that emits hellfire. "Burn to nothingness, Vollzanbel!" A burst of flames shot forth from in front of her and towards the tornado, adding stronger flames and quickening the burning process. She kept at it until it was all burnt out, evaporated and reduced to ashes.

She turned to Grell and smirked a little. "Okay, like the curse I inflicted on you? That was a spell specifically to make your socks wet." She said before tapping her staff onto the ground and a large magic circle formed beneath her. "Let me show you real magic." She said before she looked at the Void King. Its very presence was an insult to her visual canvas. It was finally time to cull such eyesore. "Reelseiden." She said calmly, bringing her staff across her body and swinging in a way as if she was using a sword to slice at the Void King. While she was entirely out of melee range, an invisible force still sliced through the demon king, across its body like a swift and clean cut.

But she was not done. That was merely the opener. Multiple magic circles soon quickly formed around Lila and began using Zoltraak, firing volley after volley. However, they seemed to be firing a lot more harder than before. With every blast fired from the magic circles around Lila, her hat and loose cloth on her person would violently swish as if it was being blown away. Her hair danced in the windy chaos but Lila stood firm in this violent torrent. Blast after blast of Zoltraak assaulted the Void King's being, pelting him over and over and over again with explosive impacts ringing throughout the area. "...I think he's ready now." She said as she casually walked away from the spot she stood, magic circles spawning, firing Zoltraak and disappearing around her only to reappear near her new location. However, the volley finally stopped when she made it off of the very large magic circle she made prior. Its light glowed brightly with an ominous gleam. "Now this is magic. This one is a spell meant to kill demons. But really, it's just meant to obliterate." She turned towards the center of the circle and pointed her staff at the Void King before commanding one final spell....

"Zoltraak."

As if opening a flood gate, a powerful and massive stream burst forth from the magic circle and lasered into the heart of the Void King with one goal in mind as it's purpose was stated previously by the one who commanded it. To obliterate.

Bacon is fluffy · Feb 28, 2025

The Devourer of worlds

strength:19 and dropping

Dexterity:10 and dropping

Mana:500 and recovering

mana sensitivity:5 and dropping

The void felt proud of his work, thinking this was about to become yet another victory, a notch in his belt. His mouth salivated as the oliver was crushed in his tendril, its form crushing the young boy. All seemed to be going as he planned until he heard a familiar poem. The words themselves were white noise, but the mana infused in every syllable was all too familiar. "GUNSLINGERS"? His weapons in the eyes of the void king, gave off a tell tale sign that one of his arch nemesises were in the vicinity. His intestines were obliterated by doc, torn to ribbons and falling to the ground uselessly in a heap spread across the battlefield. His body burned with a familiar heat that caused the void king to roar out in pain. Just as he was going to focus on an order he believed to have obliterated himself, a green little fey he never met began to hurl useless insults at him. Sure the void king had lived for countless millenia, there was something about a blip daring to comment on his form that pulled him away from doc to swing his arm down at Charlie. Large portions of caelum's mind realm would be lost upon impact, forming a gorge in its wake.

However in his haste the void king failed to pay attention to Caelum who appeared out of nowhere. The void king had sensed the movement but was too deformed to respond properly at this point. "SOLOMONNN YOUUUUUUU", a guttural roar escaped its maw as well, the sounds of countless beings in torment shot forth, threatening to kill caelum by the sheer force of the roar. The creatures lost to time converged on caelum, trying to engulf his spear and the wielder. Their chorus of moans and pleas would all pour into caelum's mind as well. The only thing their pleas would have in common...is they all plead for death to the progenitor of time, Solomon. Even as countless beings disappeared from existence upon touching the spear of Caelum, many more flooded to the man himself seeking salvation.

Meanwhile the void king growled at the absurdity, the dejavu, the sheer hatred he felt reliving the day he was purged from his home world and forced into the void as an immortal. Solomon, Uldyssian, Layna, Baal, Malekai, and tiefla looking down upon him with their pathetic sympathic faces. His vision coming in and out of focus, shifting from a sped up world and a slowed down one. He was reliving his worst moment due to the spear and now was being battered as a result. He not only felt the pain from his own core being attacked, but also the pain of every being that was extinguished in the onslaught. Desperately the void slammed his fists into the ground to try and gain even a slight bearing, but he was constantly being battered by Solomon and his party once again. He looked in horror at the holy fire, the pock wounds, the aura based gashes tearing deep into his cavernous maw, and the spear from solomon that made this all happen. Just as he was going to grab him, he looked out in the distance to see Lila channeling Svetlana's magics. He bared his grisly knife shaped teeth at her as the endless barrage of magic beams pelted his core. The result from all these attacks decorated caelum's mind realm with his disembodied organs and flesh. He stared in disbelief as his body outside in the void was inflating like a balloon and his top half was disappearing before his very eyes.

"TAKE COVER YOU IMPERTINENT BASTARDS, IT IS NOT OVER YET! GRAB SOLOMON'S HEIR AND RUN"

But it was too late. The void king's core shot him back like a ragdoll and began to coalesce once more. The many tattered pieces of the void king all began to reform and in fact grow into individual void kings themselves. Eyes began to meld with caelum's mind realm and the gorges created in it were soon full of clones of the devourer of worlds. "I AM DOOM. I AM LEGION. I AM THE DEVOURER OF SOULS. NOT EVEN SOLOMON COULD ESCAPE ME". The original straightened up, his body still bleeding from the spear jutting from his core. "AND YOU SOLOMON, SHALL BE THE BRIDGE TO THIS WORLD'S DEMISE"!

As they all struggled back and forth, the demon king sat in the back of caelum's mind and ate a lamb's leg with a deathly stare upon his countenance. Not even salt and peppered lamb could cheer him up. He viciously bit into the leg and despite being covered in its juices, he felt no joy at all. " It's that damn blowhard. Fuck him. damnit. Say mister heir, do you perhaps need a hand"? He said with a grin. It didn't truly bother him if the heir to an annoying guy like solomon died, but someone muscling in on his turf bothered him even more. However due to the treaty, he could only step in with the consent of the distressed. His voice resounding in caelum's mind for all to hear. The demon king wondered what this rag tag group would do in the face of annihilation.

there are two ways this ends. Either a slug fest with the devourer of world's and corruption of caelum's mind. a corruption I can not guarantee an easy fix, if at all. Or accepting the help of the demon king, someone not everyone has met. Route 2 is more of a lore based solution and wraps things up. Whereas route 1 continues the conflict and possibly alters our group in an irreversible way.

so like one of those choose your own adventure books, i leave it to you guys to decide how you wanna go about this.

do note that this devourer of worlds is weaker to a point, but now there's like 12 now

Darkbloom

Gears

Gears · Mar 1, 2025

Bacon is fluffy said:
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The Devourer of worlds

strength:19 and dropping

Dexterity:10 and dropping

Mana:500 and recovering

mana sensitivity:5 and dropping

The void felt proud of his work, thinking this was about to become yet another victory, a notch in his belt. His mouth salivated as the oliver was crushed in his tendril, its form crushing the young boy. All seemed to be going as he planned until he heard a familiar poem. The words themselves were white noise, but the mana infused in every syllable was all too familiar. "GUNSLINGERS"? His weapons in the eyes of the void king, gave off a tell tale sign that one of his arch nemesises were in the vicinity. His intestines were obliterated by doc, torn to ribbons and falling to the ground uselessly in a heap spread across the battlefield. His body burned with a familiar heat that caused the void king to roar out in pain. Just as he was going to focus on an order he believed to have obliterated himself, a green little fey he never met began to hurl useless insults at him. Sure the void king had lived for countless millenia, there was something about a blip daring to comment on his form that pulled him away from doc to swing his arm down at Charlie. Large portions of caelum's mind realm would be lost upon impact, forming a gorge in its wake.

However in his haste the void king failed to pay attention to Caelum who appeared out of nowhere. The void king had sensed the movement but was too deformed to respond properly at this point. "SOLOMONNN YOUUUUUUU", a guttural roar escaped its maw as well, the sounds of countless beings in torment shot forth, threatening to kill caelum by the sheer force of the roar. The creatures lost to time converged on caelum, trying to engulf his spear and the wielder. Their chorus of moans and pleas would all pour into caelum's mind as well. The only thing their pleas would have in common...is they all plead for death to the progenitor of time, Solomon. Even as countless beings disappeared from existence upon touching the spear of Caelum, many more flooded to the man himself seeking salvation.

Meanwhile the void king growled at the absurdity, the dejavu, the sheer hatred he felt reliving the day he was purged from his home world and forced into the void as an immortal. Solomon, Uldyssian, Layna, Baal, Malekai, and tiefla looking down upon him with their pathetic sympathic faces. His vision coming in and out of focus, shifting from a sped up world and a slowed down one. He was reliving his worst moment due to the spear and now was being battered as a result. He not only felt the pain from his own core being attacked, but also the pain of every being that was extinguished in the onslaught. Desperately the void slammed his fists into the ground to try and gain even a slight bearing, but he was constantly being battered by Solomon and his party once again. He looked in horror at the holy fire, the pock wounds, the aura based gashes tearing deep into his cavernous maw, and the spear from solomon that made this all happen. Just as he was going to grab him, he looked out in the distance to see Lila channeling Svetlana's magics. He bared his grisly knife shaped teeth at her as the endless barrage of magic beams pelted his core. The result from all these attacks decorated caelum's mind realm with his disembodied organs and flesh. He stared in disbelief as his body outside in the void was inflating like a balloon and his top half was disappearing before his very eyes.

"TAKE COVER YOU IMPERTINENT BASTARDS, IT IS NOT OVER YET! GRAB SOLOMON'S HEIR AND RUN"

But it was too late. The void king's core shot him back like a ragdoll and began to coalesce once more. The many tattered pieces of the void king all began to reform and in fact grow into individual void kings themselves. Eyes began to meld with caelum's mind realm and the gorges created in it were soon full of clones of the devourer of worlds. "I AM DOOM. I AM LEGION. I AM THE DEVOURER OF SOULS. NOT EVEN SOLOMON COULD ESCAPE ME". The original straightened up, his body still bleeding from the spear jutting from his core. "AND YOU SOLOMON, SHALL BE THE BRIDGE TO THIS WORLD'S DEMISE"!

As they all struggled back and forth, the demon king sat in the back of caelum's mind and ate a lamb's leg with a deathly stare upon his countenance. Not even salt and peppered lamb could cheer him up. He viciously bit into the leg and despite being covered in its juices, he felt no joy at all. " It's that damn blowhard. Fuck him. damnit. Say mister heir, do you perhaps need a hand"? He said with a grin. It didn't truly bother him if the heir to an annoying guy like solomon died, but someone muscling in on his turf bothered him even more. However due to the treaty, he could only step in with the consent of the distressed. His voice resounding in caelum's mind for all to hear. The demon king wondered what this rag tag group would do in the face of annihilation.

there are two ways this ends. Either a slug fest with the devourer of world's and corruption of caelum's mind. a corruption I can not guarantee an easy fix, if at all. Or accepting the help of the demon king, someone not everyone has met. Route 2 is more of a lore based solution and wraps things up. Whereas route 1 continues the conflict and possibly alters our group in an irreversible way.

so like one of those choose your own adventure books, i leave it to you guys to decide how you wanna go about this.

do note that this devourer of worlds is weaker to a point, but now there's like 12 now

CasualTea

Darkbloom

Gears

Gaius Danius Griinia

Charlie Fast-Hands
Charlie laughed as he gave insults, spinning around the creature in a mad dash to distract him- barely noticing as a hand smashed right in front of him- launching him away from the melee- right next to a familiar figure. The Rabbit-Kin rubbed his head before sitting next to the Demon King, pulling an ointment from his hat as he quickly bandaged a cut on his head- poking his head into the space for a moment. "Damn it- Goblins got past the minefield, gonna have to deal with them once this shitshow is over- Wait, Lamb Eating Guy? Why are you here? There are no barmaids to accost- speaking of which, my friends teacher might get along with you; he also talked about being disrespectful to women when I met him." Charlie's eyes quickly returned to the battle- surprised by the voice as he shot to his feet. This guy was big and annoying- and appeared to hate Charlie's distractions- so the next step was too add some melody- he didn't have enough time to write a poem about the monstrosity, but he had some good songs memorized.

The Bunny Bard pulled his lute from the hat, tipping it to the rando before sprinting into the melee, laughing like a madman as he dodged attacks; all while tuning the instrument before beginning to skip around the creature and continuing his distraction. He of course had to sing the Ballad of Earless Jack- most infamous of the Rabbit-Kin, his personal hero and inspiration- except for his reputation with women, Charlie could never work up the nerve like the infamous thief. When more appeared, Charlie only thought he had a larger audience as he ran for the largest cluster of Void Kings, crying out the jaunty tune as he sprinted around them, while also going slow enough for them to hear him

"From Bar to tavern, from Prison to Cavern."
"Everyone heard the name of Earless Jack."
"The Harrengon, with power of Daemon."
"Thief unrivaled and never beguiled."
"A master of Wit, once a shoveler of Shit."
"The Begga Prince of Gramgroooow."
"Jack would hop from village to forest."
"Charming the peasants in every lands."

"From Lords and Kings, he stole from their plate."
"Their Wives and Daughters, he would fornicate."
"All while playing his Four-String Lute."

"Four cheers for Earless Jack."
"Along with his loyal brother Paddywack."
"Three Cheers for the Beggar Prince."
"May he only know, Prov-Idence."
"Two Cheers for both his ears."
"And a Final Cheer for his many dears."

Doc

Doc stood his ground as he fired shot after shot at the creature, hoping his attacks would allow the heavy hitters to finish the beast- sure he was doing decent damage to the opponent, but he would need heavier firepower to deal with something of this size. Doc fired until the cylinders ran dry, cursing under his breath as he ran for cover- looking for any wounded before he could return to the combat. The Harrengon Born appeared to be wounded, but used druidic healing to deal with a cut- he would have to check over him and everyone else once the foe was vanquished. Doc ran an inventory of his remaining equipment- so far it appeared that special ammo had no effect and was too costly, so normal firing power would have to suffice.

Doc sprinted out of the rubble as he changed his weapon back into a marksman rifle, manipulating the exact mechanics too be better for long range accuracy and stopping power- to the expense of a slow paced reload time. He ran as far as he could while staying in range before kneeling on the strange material this world was made of. Doc brought the weapon to his shoulder and stared into the scope- sure removing the mask would help him see better, but he couldn't take it off- not even if he was alone. Doc took a deep breath as he evaluated targets. If he fired at the core, he could kill it potentially. He adjusted his aim for a zero wind interference, carefully loading a bullet into the chamber- slowly squeezing the trigger... Before the explosion sent him diving for cover. He looked at the chaos of the battle as he picked up the rifle, strapping it to his back as he pulled Oathbreaker from its holster and charging the nearest clone.

Zyn

Zyn tried to dodge the sudden army- her sword gliding among the mob that had erupted around her, coated in an oily substance after slicing through the masses. She knew she couldn't survive this many- just one Void King had been a death wish, but separated and distracted by a horde of enemies would spell out their doom. Zyn dismissed her psychic blade and sprinted from the group, doing her best to avoid any attacks. She reckoned she should rally around this "Heir of Solomon", seeing as it was his fucked up brain they where in. She had barely reached the boy as a voice rang out around them- The Demon King. Zyn summoned Bartuc as she approached the pair, holding the weapon defensively- this creature had ended the world, she couldn't let him make a deal with their enemy, maybe killing him would stop this- she couldn't let the Demon King grasp even a bit of power before the final battle

Darkbloom · Mar 1, 2025

Elias barely had time to process what had just happened. One second, he was driving a sword he had no business wielding into the Void King’s festering core; the next, he was being thrown backward like a discarded toy. He skidded across the fractured landscape of Caelum’s mind realm, dust and debris scraping against his already battered body.

Through blurred vision, he saw the impossible happening.

The Void King wasn’t just surviving—he was multiplying.

Eyes sprouted like festering boils across the battlefield. Jagged maws yawned open, screaming in unholy unison. The gorges torn into the mindscape became birthing pools of horrors, each one forming into a clone of the Devourer of Worlds.

Elias sucked in a sharp breath, staring at the grotesque mass of regenerating eldritch nightmares.

“Well,” he muttered under his breath, spitting out a bit of blood. “That’s… definitely not ideal.”

A thunderous voice boomed across the battlefield.

"TAKE COVER, YOU IMPERTINENT BASTARDS! GRAB SOLOMON’S HEIR AND RUN!"

But where the hell were they supposed to run? The landscape itself was infested with those things. And the original Void King, still bleeding from Caelum’s spear, wasn’t done yet.

"I AM DOOM. I AM LEGION. I AM THE DEVOURER OF SOULS."
"NOT EVEN SOLOMON COULD ESCAPE ME!"

The words sent a shiver through Elias’s bones, the sheer weight of eldritch malice pressing down on his psyche.

And then, as if this mess wasn’t complicated enough, a new voice slithered into his mind.

"Say, Mister Heir… do you perhaps need a hand?"

Elias’s gaze snapped toward the Demon King.

The being sat there—watching, waiting, munching on a lamb’s leg like this was some casual dinner theater. But the look in his eyes was anything but amused. If anything, he seemed… irritated.

Elias knew a dangerous offer when he heard one. But, looking at the wave of void-born monstrosities closing in, he also knew they were fresh out of good options.

He wiped the blood from his chin, groaned as he forced himself to his feet, and cast a glance at the others still fighting tooth and nail.

Then, despite every shred of common sense telling him not to, Elias exhaled sharply and muttered,

“Alright, Demon King. Let’s hear your terms.”

Gaius Danius Griinia · Mar 1, 2025

Grell

The calamitous tantrum occurring right before Grell's eyes courtesy of the Void King was enough to make Grell immediately look for a way out of this place. A threat of this scale wasn't something he was equipped to deal with right now. He COULD inflict enough damage to cause serious injury but not without getting the majority of his organs vaporized or scattered across the star laden floor. Turning to Lila who still looked like she was ready to drop some incredibly low tier spells on the Void King. Grell genuinely contemplated leaving her as a distraction so he could save his own ass. She was loud and ignorant enough to catch the Void King's attention. Yet he ALSO knew that despite her quirks, she did have some use in his party composition. "Hey, I'm leaving and you've got less time than you'd like to decide if you're coming with" said Grell in a very brusque manner. Turning on his heel and running in the opposite direction of the Void King. Grell jump kicked three void monsters in quick succession before grinding along the spine of a weird mass trying to rise from the ground.

Suddenly he felt a familiar presence echoing throughout the space the group had been brought to. The origin point was the Heir of Solomon but the presence itself was all too familiar to Grell. It was the Fallen Star, the Bringer of Darkness and the Mourning Glory. Demon King Mala'kai was offering the heir a deal. A Faustian bargain offered by the Demon King was something Grell was all too familiar with. Such a pact had been the beginning of his descent into the blood soaked bacchanalia that made him Vangurle. Normally Grell would stick to his singular goal of defeating the Demon King and refuse any assistance from him. Now he was trapped in another plane of existence that he had no way of exiting under his own power. Vaulting off the spine rail and bouncing off pieces of rubble floating in the air due to the Void Kings meltdown. Grell landed on a small chunk of rock floating near the heir. "Take the deal, its better than everyone dying" stated a very sour looking Grell.

Darkbloom

CasualTea · Mar 4, 2025

Ancient Magic

Lila Reissender

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Well damn, guess that didn't work. It made the situation worse. Sure, she was able to do away with that foul sludge but that eldritch horror became plural. Just what the Hell were they supposed to do now? Could she just leave? She could, she has the magic to do so. Teleportation magic still seemed possible at the time. The incentive being so high due to the multiplication of the one she just shot at and Grell thinking that she needed him. He's leaving? Good riddance. She didn't like the little disrespectful shit anyway. Dragging her into this mess, does her work and still acts like she relies on him for her own survival? Oh, please. She was doing about fine before getting grabbed by her collar.

Still, she rolled her eyes and used her magic to fly to where Grell was, watching from above in mid air. When he finally stopped, so did she at a distance. She just floated in mid-air with a... very mischievous grin. She was plotting something. She was silently forming a magic circle just beneath her, big enough for her to use as a platform as it glowed brightly. It was rather noticeable and hard to miss. Just what was this witch planning on doing?

To tell the truth, before her reincarnation, Veronica was kind of a girl full of mischief. Sure, her work ethic and all around personality and behavior was fine. But most of the managers fell victim to her attitude. She never seemed to get written up by the managers because she found a way to break them in to her rather playful behavior. Not that she used her body to put her on their good sides but rather that she knew how to have fun. Even if the fun meant that it could possibly land the managers in a position where they have to explain something but she got away consequence free. Maybe just some teasing from the managers, but nothing really along the lines of formal punishment.

This behavior is even more enhanced when drunk, nobody was safe and would even catch unexpected strays. She was quite the wild card in that aspect. All because in her lifestyle, she'll do anything that seemed fun, enjoyable, any trivial thing that can deliver a couple of laughs for herself or others. But it was all mainly for her own pleasure. So imagine now that Veronica had reincarnated as Lila with barely any year gap between, she's still somewhat fresh and that raging joker lived on. And that she was going to commit the most cruellest joke in her two lifetimes.

"Hey, boy, I'm going home now. I don't need you to get myself outta here." She taunted. "Besides, I suppose you don't need me anymore, do you? It's kind of obvious..."

Imagine the reaction, just imagine Grell's stupid face when he realizes that Lila is gonna disappear like the dark at the break of dawn. Was he going to be shocked? Pissed? Is he gonna seethe or grind his teeth when he realizes that his effort to bring her along was an absolute waste? That she was leaving him and the others for dead? She looked at him with an evil grin as she cackled a little to herself. A grin that was very identical to her old modern world self who was now dead but reincarnated as a witch. A selfish witch. And kind of a bitch. But really...

"Are you surprised that I'm a bitch?"

Those were the last words Lila had spoken right before the magic circle glowed a bright light and veiled the witch in white before fading away, the witch no longer in sight. Not a trace was left of her, only some magical residue leftover from the teleportation circle. From there, Lila found herself back home and sitting on that comfy luxurious sofa. Bringing her legs up as well to lay on its length, she levitated a grimoire over and began reading. While the thought that she left some poor folks to their death, she could argue that they likely were there on their own volition. Just like the one who dragged her into that mess. Sure, did she probably make it worse? Yes, very. She cannot deny that. But with what... deal they were making? Was something that Lila did not want to be apart of.

Whether or not they wound up dead or alive, either way they would've hated her. Not that she cared. She didn't know a single one of them personally and wouldn't want to. If she saw any of them again and they recognized her, it would be too soon. But for now, it was time to go back to her leisure and find some more interesting spells to learn. Maybe some offensive ones.

...Maybe a spell to summon a black hole as a trump card against that eldritch thing.

Then she has to prepare. She needed to learn more offensive magic spells so that if that thing came around again or those people from before decided to declare a witch hunt, she was ready. If they had lived. Would they be dead?

"...No, they probably got it. They'll live. Unfortunately."

Darkbloom · Mar 4, 2025

Caelum had no time.

The Devourer was already inside, twisting through his mind like a disease, its countless forms multiplying, burrowing into him. Every second wasted was another piece of himself lost.

His spear burned in his grip, the time-locked wound in the monster’s core keeping it from fully regenerating—but that wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. His mind was fracturing, and if it fell, his body would follow.

Grell and Elias had already spoken. No one else had.

No time. No choice.

Caelum hated this.

His jaw clenched, his heart pounded, and with a sharp breath, he made the call.

"Fine. Do it."

He didn’t know what price he’d pay for this. But if he hesitated any longer, there wouldn’t be anything left of him to pay.

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 0
Strength: 20 (50)
dexterity: 31 (50)
mana: 112 (100)
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Bacon is fluffy · Mar 6, 2025

The Void king triumphantly roared as the group scattered to the wind. A large grin showing jagged teeth with massive gaps greeted the bunch as each one began to move forward into doc's fire without a care in the world. Sure each bullet did damage, but the devourer of worlds moved unabated by doc's attempts to slow him down. The bullet from the sniper rifle dented his core, but the misshapen sphere buffered itself out with a dark energy where light seemed to be devoured. A copy of the void king sprinted toward doc tearing up caelum's mind was it charging forward with reckless abandon, the sound of crying and sinew tearing asunder filling the air. Another saw charlie and growled at the bard for trying to distract him a second time. Another clone loomed over charlie in an instant, towering 50 feet above him, exposing its grisly maw teeming with unspeakable things that reached out to grab the child of fey. The group barreled down upon the group, no longer would the devourer of worlds underestimate them. He moved with the drive to tear the young heroes apart. His corruption spread through his mind, further warping caelum's psyche as their collective shadowed loomed over them, threatening to devour the group.

It was then that Caelum asked for help, after hearing the pleas from his comrades, that the void king flared up in a crimson aura. " What good will that coward do for---no", the void king looked into the distance and saw Malekai disappearing. Never had the master of the void felt such fear as he had at this moment, almost as if a candle was put out, so too was his crimson aura. In place of him, no in place of this mind realm, a deafening silence overwhelmed the void king who could no longer speak. Their surroundings changed for a moment, revealing a world even alien to the void king. The sky seemed to pulsate like a network of arteries an the ground beneath them was an amalgamation of creatures too numerous to count. In the distance a mass the size of a mountain began to rise, but its presence had no beginning nor an end. Impulses would assault their senses including the void king who did not thrash about, but rather, he backed away to find nothing but the creature's presence at his back.

Visions of arcane symbols would begin to coalesce around the void king and the group, formations in a language long lost even to the heavens themselves. A formation protected the group while the other formed a prison around the devourer of worlds. An assortment of circles pushed against its durable ever regenerating body, causing a searing noise to shriek from the void monster. "Malekai You're mistaken if you think you can stop me just like this"! There was no response. The formations closed around the void king, causing blood black as oil to erupt from his gullet. The void king writhed and shoved against the prison as the mass of endless creatures approached him. The void king looked at malekai and understood what was going on. Although he was weakened, the creature before him was not hiding from him. Rather, he was here inside his domain.

"You finally understand Marius, hehehe, now join me old friend. Like old times"

The void king broke half of its restraints and attacked at the demon king who began to envelop his body. Unknown bdy parts flew to and fro as the void king rended the body of the demon king. Yet, all that did was cause more to grow in its place and tighten its hold on the void monster. However just before he could be assimilated by the Malekai, a large draconic hand grabbed the void king and forcefully ripped him asunder. The sound of his bones and sinew being separated filled the air, but what remained of the torn heap of rotting flesh was pulled back into the void. Malekai grinned and pulled his real form back.

The aftermath of the battle could be seen where ever one looked. The demon king rubbed his chin and began forming magic circles to mend caelum's mind. The cracks and chasms began to be melded. However it wasn't his efforts only, he saw the world tree's presence and a human girl's mana flowing into his mind realm as well. He turned to solomon's heir and the rest of his group with a smile. "did you like my voyeuristic display? no? well no need to answer". He pointed at Grell with a toothy smile and said, " I'll let you explain later, heir of uldyssian". With that he bid the group au deu with a wave of his hand and disappeared from their sight in a gust of wind. Outside of caelum's mind he woke up and grabbed his oversized turkey leg. Baal stood by, expectant as always. "They're growing too slowly baal. We move to phase two", he said with a scowl. Juices dripping from his lips as he exited the bar, headed toward the shattered lands.

The representatives

The group of elite warriors and mages looked to eachother with pause. The pressure on the realm had ceased for now, but cracks were left in the sky. The dark elf broke the formation as she sensed the end of the conflict. " It seems like something worse is on the horizon, sister". Raine did not respond, she was busy trying to stabilize Elizabeth and Caelum. A bed of flowers surrounded them, feeding life giving mana into them. Caelum's body began to return to equilibrium, but elizabeth was on death's door. Her body was full of black streaks that caused her to scream in pain. The orc stood up and made his way back to his home land without a word.

He gazed at the human settlement and shook his head. There was celebrations in the streets, but giant waves in the distance were approaching them. The fishman representative scoffed and teleported back to his domain to try and calm it down. His people were already handling the ocean's screwed up new rhythm caused by the void creatures observing them. Violent storms and unnatural tides were threatening to flood hundreds of miles inland. He clapped his hands together and began to pull upon the ocean, preventing it from swallowing the continent whole along with his circle of elite fishman mages who toiled to fix the ocean's panicked wrath.

Van auger assisted raine by trying to stabilized her psyche and prevent anymore damage to her mind as raine tried to reform her exhuasted and bleeding mana network. Pockets of blood was forming in her, especially in her meridians at the core of her body. Van auger's hands glowed as they cradled her bloody head, feeding mana into her cranium. Raine who was nearing her limit inserted tree branches into elizabeth in an attempt to stabilize her and replace some of her viens and organs. "Van, thank you old friend", she said with a faint smile. Van nodded and hoped this girl who gathered mana at a rate he never had seen before, would pull through.

The realm had been permanently damaged. Cracks in the sky seemed to fall away and reveal a dark abyss with no end. volcanoes were bubbling to erupt and other natural disasters such as twisters were rampaging across the land. Yet the foundations of this world were strong, they were resilient. Its people knew instinctively to move and fast, for life as they knew it would never return. Among the people of the light, the darkness creeped as well. Encouraged by the appearance of the void king, dark gods began to come out of the wood work. The absence of Mikael was undoubtedly felt. If he, the foundation of this world was not here to save his people. Then others would begin to make moves to fill his void.

Dragons flew from the royal palace, creatures who have not moved for centuries moved toward the solomon heir and the group who had stood with him. Queen blackthorn stood from her throne for the first time in 1,000 years. Her retainers gasped as she smiled.

"The fight for this world has just begun, hasn't it"?

Caelum gains 100 points. His boon schema, is now C rank. He can now simultaneously cast spells he has seen before. If he understands them. He gains solomon's engraving, a hourglass on his right cheek under his eye. Time magic is now easier to learn as long as it does not outrank his mage circle.

Charlie gains a trait, "song of the abyss". His songs now invoke fear and dread, much like a siren. 100 attribute points.

Doc gains 100 points. He gains the trait void touch. Exposure to the void king has changed the make up of his mana. Due to his special nature, now bullets he fires corrupt the creature that he shoots.

Zyn gains 100 points.

Lila gains 100 points. She gains a void grimmoire that will not leave her side until she deciphers it.

Elias gains 100 points. He also gains insight into void related mysteries easier.

Grell gains 100 points. He also gains mark of vargurle under his right armpit. This mark will resonate with demons and give him favor with them. It will also give him 10% more stats when he chooses to call upon it. However those who can sense demonic magic will be able to sense it if he does not either learn to suppress it or get it removed.

congrats my friends, we finished chapter 1!

If you want to rp with eachother and say something to eachother you can! otherwise I will begin thread 2 tomorrow. 3/6/2025

Just leaving the option to make a connection if desired. Oh and the world is warped irreparably until caelum can master time magic as an archmage. So you need to rp as such. There should be wierd things such as weakened gravity or apples falling toward the sky. Things like that.

oh and prepare to meet the queen!

Gears · Mar 6, 2025

Charlie "Fast-Hands"- Heir of the Harrengon

Charlie laughed as the Void King charged at him, so caught up in his performance that he thought himself invincible- firing the wild fireworks at the creature as he cackled, before nimbly hopping onto his head. Charlie did his best to keep his balance as he raised his staff and began striking the creatures skull- laughing like a mad man as he did so- before suddenly, he was falling. Charlie felt the fear of death as he plummeted to his death, screaming as he fell- arms pinwheeling as he fell. The world fell to a stand still as his panic induced his enhanced speed- making the fall appear in slow motion. He watched as the Lamb Eating guy (Who didn't acknowledge Charlie in a very rude manner), destroying the Void King. Charlie watched in horror as the two eldritch horrors fought- no wonder he could eat Lamb that fast. Charlie fell and fell- the world spinning as he fell, before Charlie remembered his Top Hat. Charlie quickly took it off and touched the rim, hands shaking as he fell "Lepus Servus!"

Charlie disappeared into the hat, while it fell to the ground- one of the goggle lenses cracked by the fall.

Charlie was in his Hat's pocket space, a cozy set of rooms. It was pretty small- he would need to do more for his second "Patron" Lepus, The Rabbit Demon of the Fey- sure enough, her portrait was on the fireplace- at least the more humanoid visage- the Fey Form was a bit much for most people

(That is the Official Coffee from my friends old campaign)

Charlie rubbed his eyes and collapsed into his favorite armchair- wanting to relax for a moment before checking to see what had happened after the battle, drained from drinking so much coffee. a picture of his first patron hung next to it, along with a third frame that Charlie had a feeling should have a picture- probably just random Fey Magics playing tricks on his mind, he had only made two pacts- Right?

Charlie heard a distant boom as he tried to relax- the damn Goblins had got to the second batch of traps in his home, having began their siege weeks ago from the attic. Charlie wished he had never shoved them in his hat in order to avoid lengthily combat, with the fiends slowly taking over floors of the tower, though most that high up where blank- bare of furniture and purpose until he made more deals with Lepus or Coffee. For now he simply had this lounging room, his bedroom, storage area, a kitchen, attic, garden, and a small prison. Charlie leaned back and relaxed, falling asleep as he listened to the Goblins continue disarming traps.

Doc counted every round he fired into the fiend- every spray of lead that tore through the unrelenting creature. He was running low, having run out of summoned bullets and beginning to tear into his supply. Gunpowder Rounds where expensive, with the Musket and Blackpowder being far more common. Dwarves and other master craftsmen know how to make standard bullets, but the materials and handmade form make it too expensive. Every bullet was one less undead skull decimated, one carrier he could have killed to cut off the infection. His task was impossible, but without it he was nothing.

As the clone barreled toward him, Doc dropped the rifle and drew Oathbreaker, reaching under his mask for a hidden bullet. Unlike the other weapons, the bullet was made of bone, though it was cleanly carved into the shape of a bullet, golden veins along the surface- the bones of a dead god. The veins glowed as they sensed their purpose arriving, his bullet burst alight as he loaded that single bullet in the chamber before spinning the cylinder- the bullet would force itself to the firing position, eager to kill. Deaths hand, a rare artifact- the thing that had killed him in the last timeline. The bullet would be powerful, but against a god it would likely knock it unconscious at the most- an opportunity for his allies to finish off the monster. Doc began uttering the quiet Invocation to prepare the bullet- putting its power to a maximum strike, killing Doc on impact- before the Demon King appeared.

"Pathetic- Wasting your boon on this husk? Why are you even here? Your purpose is to purge Undeath."

Doc looked around until he saw it- that familiar figure. A shadow wreathed in shadow- something ancient and inhuman. The “Cloak” bellowed in spectral wind, occasionally dissolving around sources of life, showing that pale mask worn around most of the things “Face”, cracked from the missing chunk- revealing nothing but darkness with one light for her “eye”. The Cracks shifted and changed, spelling arcane sigils- along with the emotional mark- currently indifferent.

Doc never knew what Nyx was- even in his last life. A creature of shadow and stars, a wraithful demigod, though somehow crippled to the point of using Doc as an agent. He could still remember the first time he had heard that voice- though it was somehow different. When he had heard that first voice, it was full of kindness and dismay, but ever since the second meeting- Nyx was violent and brutal. The pair both wanted the undead plague ended once and for all, but his patron was far more passionate- even insane when it came to that goal. He could remember the burning anger from the creature- breathing life into a soul left for dead.

“Pathetic- thinking to die to squash this bug. These fools will look at the bigger threats and ignore the seeds of such a monster as the Undying- thinking its slow growth shows impotence. I gave you that bullet to end the Heart. Defy my wishes again and your other gifts will be taken away.”

The shadow faded into simply a warp of air- still watching Doc but observing the world, or whatever Nyx did when she wasn’t tormenting him. Doc felt a sudden chill, his vision dimming- blood freezing in his body. The sensation was gone after a moment, but the message was clear- finish the cleansing or die one last time- of course the best way to succeed would result in his death. Doc had lived long enough, suffered plenty- he had only an oath to fulfill before he could die,

Doc pushed aside the dread of his death and approached the group, strapping the rifle to his back as he looked over each of them. “Is anyone wounded? I am a doctor- I am unsure if injuries caused here will be permanent, but it is better to be secure than regret it later.”

Zyn prepared to swing the sword at the Demon King's prospective ally- even if it would be tempting. But something froze her- Bartuc Tampering. Fool- we can’t risk more of his wraith. Bartucs voice filled her head, despite her anger. She stared in horror as the deal was made- and Zyn watched as the deal was accepted. She watched as the Void King was destroyed- if she was lucky, it would wound the Demon King- but it was more likely that he would be stronger with whatever deal was struck, and the absorption of The Void King

Zyn and the other heroes had struggled and nearly died at the hands of this creature with their combined might- only for one man, their adversary- the enemy they needed to destroy, had torn a god to pieces in seconds. “Fucking idiot.” Zyn muttered, raising the blade- maybe killing him would stop the Demon from gaining more power. She summoned Bartuc in the usual sword form, though the Point was shaved down- an Executioner's Blade, meant for a quick kill- merciful. She swung the blade down, hoping to cleave the head with some borrowed energy saved by her minimal fighting- but the blade was forced aside by a sudden projectile- the sound of thunder filling her ears as one of those heroes- the one with the mask tackled her.

Name: Charlie
age:19
points available:
strength:
dexterity: 255
mana: 105
mana sensitivity: 50
aura:
aura sensitivity:
luck: 50

traits:
Jittery Mind: (Due to his continued consumption of The Coffee) has various effects, such as not being able to (Or needing) as much sleep, only needing around four hours (As his abilities evolve less sleep is needed) Charlie is also more alert, constantly scanning rooms for enemies- allowing him to occasionally catch traps, illusions, or other secrets
Fey Wild Evolution: As Charlie spent around ten years in the feywild, (having arrived at 3 or 5 years old) he has changed due to the magic of the plain, adopting traits of his Harrengon pseudo-family, with his bunny ears and tail- lending him superior hearing and senses, along with allowing a superior jumping ability/agility. His eyes are also a neon green, constantly glowing and lending him night vision- along with a few minor magic effects like unconscious plant enhancement.
Easily Distracted: Charlie often deals with over fixation of trivial things, resulting in the collection of random objects he keeps in his Top Hat of Holding, ranging from a Hat collection, Bobble Heads, to a collection of instruments he doesn't know how to play. Along with his light hoarding, Charlie may cause harm because he is too focused on something else in combat, if his attention can be successfully drawn into a scenario that benefits the group (Via shiny objects, subterfuge, continual reminder) he can usually succeed.
Noon: Battle Fervor (F): Charlie gains +1 strength for each foe he cuts down in battle, but in exchange his mind will be fixated on the desire to return to battle.
Battle Perception D Rank: He now can concentrate further and see battle lines for stuff such as swords and movement of his adversaries. +2 stats per kill
Song of the Abyss: Charlies Songs can now invoke Fear and Dread in enemies
Titles: None

9 years,11 months,30 days,23:59
Name: Doc
Age:22
points available:
Strength:
dexterity: 100 (+40)
mana: 90 (+60)
mana sensitivity: 57
aura
aura sensitivity: 15
luck: 100

traits:
Oath Breaker: A Healer who kills, breaking the oath of no harm. +5 to your offensive stats, but your doctoring abilties are diminished. bonus scales and so does debuff.
Tireless - A creature who has suffered death more than once cars not for rest or stamina in the pursuit of his goals. Though his nature is ominous, with many fearing or distrusting him
Phantom Prince Rank (F): The dead shall follow, the dead shall obey, the dead shall be your keep. Able to command dead in spirits and corporeal form. This skill is limited to humans and small animals for now. It will become stronger with rank and evolve upon becoming the phantom king.
Void Touch: Exposure to the void king has changed the make up of Doc's mana. Due to his special nature, now bullets he fires corrupt the creature that he shoots.

Titles:
Mysterious Hero of the Masses: As the undead threat grows, Doc will grow regard as he hunts his prey- able to call upon the people to help him in his quest. The Common people will not stop his efforts.

Name: Zyn
Age:19
points available:
Strength: 105
dexterity: 105
mana:
mana sensitivity: +50
aura: 110
aura sensitivity: +50
luck: 5

traits:
Sticky Hands: A life spent stealing has lent an expertise in theft, though it is harder to get rid of said contraband.
Natural Occultist: Even if her Demonic bond is less pervasive in this life, there is still a demonic mark on her skull. Demons will welcome her, while angels will hate her.

Darkbloom · Mar 8, 2025

Caelum barely had time to register reality before the pain hit him. His body ached like he’d been torn apart and stitched back together by an amateur surgeon with shaky hands. The remnants of the void still pulsed in his mind, shadows clawing at the edges of his thoughts.

But then he heard it—Elizabeth’s screams. His eyes snapped open, and he saw her writhing, black streaks pulsing across her skin like veins of corruption.

No. Not her.

Caelum forced himself upright, every muscle screaming in protest. He reached out, barely able to lift his arm, and placed a trembling hand on her shoulder. His magic flickered weakly, like a dying ember, but it was there. His mana reserves were in shambles, his mind battered, but he wasn’t going to let her die.

“She’s not… going anywhere,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

He reached deep, past the exhaustion, past the lingering corruption, past the war still raging outside. He tapped into something raw—his connection to this world, to the people who still needed him. To her.

A faint glow surrounded his hand. Not much, but enough to start pushing back the darkness threading through her veins. But he couldn’t do this alone. He turned to Raine and Van Auger, his vision blurring at the edges.

“Help me,” he said, barely above a whisper. “We’re not losing her.”

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Bacon is fluffy · Mar 8, 2025

Darkbloom said:
Caelum barely had time to register reality before the pain hit him. His body ached like he’d been torn apart and stitched back together by an amateur surgeon with shaky hands. The remnants of the void still pulsed in his mind, shadows clawing at the edges of his thoughts.

But then he heard it—Elizabeth’s screams. His eyes snapped open, and he saw her writhing, black streaks pulsing across her skin like veins of corruption.

No. Not her.

Caelum forced himself upright, every muscle screaming in protest. He reached out, barely able to lift his arm, and placed a trembling hand on her shoulder. His magic flickered weakly, like a dying ember, but it was there. His mana reserves were in shambles, his mind battered, but he wasn’t going to let her die.

“She’s not… going anywhere,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

He reached deep, past the exhaustion, past the lingering corruption, past the war still raging outside. He tapped into something raw—his connection to this world, to the people who still needed him. To her.

A faint glow surrounded his hand. Not much, but enough to start pushing back the darkness threading through her veins. But he couldn’t do this alone. He turned to Raine and Van Auger, his vision blurring at the edges.

“Help me,” he said, barely above a whisper. “We’re not losing her.”

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Bacon is fluffy

Queen Raine and Van auger

The duo working on treating Elizabeth watched their other patient desperately try to save Elizabeth with faint smiles. Raine who was trying not to tap into the world tree more than she had felt pain ring throughout her body with each pulse of mana she sent through elizabeth's body. The divine energy that could only be derived from the land itself seeped into her pores and was beginning to stabilize her, but the extent of her corruption still kept her at death's door. Van auger did not feel as much strain, but he felt the mental drain of having to balance her mind's mana impulses or she could end up corrupted by the void's influence. Raine said, "Her condition is indeed critical and we do not have the herbs and remedies available on hand to make this easier, so we thank you, her mate for helping us in her hour of need". Van auger felt like he was passing onto the after life for a moment when he heard her assertion, but kept his mouth shut.

Queen raine giggled, but remained silent as well, knowing the old man's history. "Solomon's heir, try calling upon the world tree, the gift your predecessor bestowed upon my people. Think back to how you rewrote time to undue the the voidking, but this time, rewrite time to undo your mate's corruption".

All the while Van auger jerked like her was shot with an arrow through his heart, but still, he maintained the treatment upon Elizabeth. Before grinning as well. He was looking forward to seeing if he was indeed, the heir to solomon. His friend and mentor.

Gears · Mar 8, 2025

Doc had no time to interrogate Zyn- it was clear she had meant to kill the heir of Solomon. Although she had been an ally in battle, after the demon king had appeared she had snapped. Doc gave a warning glare before rushing to the wounded woman, quickly unstrapping his messenger bag as he noted the apparent symptoms. Doc primarily dealt with infectious diseases and battle wounds- though this was odd. Doc pulled instruments from his bag, making an incision around one of the streaks to better understand the nature of whatever was happening to the patient.

"I need someone to watch the girl- and where did the Rabbit Humanoid go? I believe some forest magics could assist. I am a doctor, but most of my equipment was destroyed before I came here. I will do my best to help you and this woman, but this place in unpredictable."

Darkbloom · Mar 8, 2025

Caelum barely heard Raine's words over the rushing in his ears, his body trembling from exhaustion. The battle in his mind had drained him, but Elizabeth’s ragged breaths pulled him forward. He could not stop now.

He swallowed hard, kneeling beside her, his hand hovering over hers. "The World Tree…" he murmured, his vision blurring. He had wielded its power before—rewriting time itself to sever the Void King’s grip. But this was different. More delicate. More desperate.

Closing his eyes, he reached out—not just with magic, but with intent. The golden threads of the World Tree pulsed deep in the earth, slow and ancient. He grasped at them, urging them forward, pleading.

A faint glow surrounded Elizabeth. The black streaks pulsed violently in resistance, but the divine energy pushed back, forcing a fraction of the corruption to recede. It wasn’t enough.

His arms shook, his vision darkening at the edges. His mind screamed at him to stop, but he couldn’t—not when she was still suffering. The moment stretched unbearably long—until suddenly, hands pushed him aside.

Doc.

Caelum barely registered the words, his body giving out as he slumped to the ground, vision swimming.

“Elizabeth…” he whispered before everything went black.

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Gears · Mar 9, 2025

Doc turned to the second patient, though it was possible the magics he had shown earlier where sustaining the Heir of Solomon. Doc quickly searched his bag for more equipment, finally finding the equipment he usually used to take vitals. He hoped the bone saw wouldn't be necessary. Tinctures and solutions rolled in his bag, which Doc had luckily stowed nearby- hoping to protect what was left of his medical supplies. Most of the more heavier solutions where used during his rounds at the quarantine, the remnants likely destroyed in the fire. It would take months to rebuild his collection on his own, even though his notes had survived with detailed instructions of preparation.

"I will have to improvise, if the boy was still awake I would ask blood type- but this may be the only hope."

Doc unfastened the light armor he wore with his plague robes- designed to stay on and avoid contact with biological hazards- or avoid showing what was beneath in Doc's case. The skin exposed was grey and clammy, a few wounds still infected, slowly healing without the help of a gunslinger priest. Doc pulled tubing from his bag and inserted the end into both his and the patients flesh before plunging a second syringe into her to ensure she didn't get infected by his last ditch effort.

"My blood carries some potency as a healing method, I always mix a bit in my healing salves- it usually works best against the undead curses or other viruses, but hopefully this will work."

Zyn watched in horror, Bartuc forgotten as she watched the man she had almost killed fall, his friend by his side. She summoned the spectral Bartuc, though in a dull form so the others ouldn't attack, thinking she still wanted him dead. "Is there anything you know about what is happening to them? Can our magics effect it?" She tried to stay calm, but her attack could have slowed the doctor enough to ruin his work, kill both of the people she had fought alongside with.

Bacon is fluffy · Tuesday at 3:44 PM

Darkbloom said:
Caelum barely heard Raine's words over the rushing in his ears, his body trembling from exhaustion. The battle in his mind had drained him, but Elizabeth’s ragged breaths pulled him forward. He could not stop now.

He swallowed hard, kneeling beside her, his hand hovering over hers. "The World Tree…" he murmured, his vision blurring. He had wielded its power before—rewriting time itself to sever the Void King’s grip. But this was different. More delicate. More desperate.

Closing his eyes, he reached out—not just with magic, but with intent. The golden threads of the World Tree pulsed deep in the earth, slow and ancient. He grasped at them, urging them forward, pleading.

A faint glow surrounded Elizabeth. The black streaks pulsed violently in resistance, but the divine energy pushed back, forcing a fraction of the corruption to recede. It wasn’t enough.

His arms shook, his vision darkening at the edges. His mind screamed at him to stop, but he couldn’t—not when she was still suffering. The moment stretched unbearably long—until suddenly, hands pushed him aside.

Doc.

Caelum barely registered the words, his body giving out as he slumped to the ground, vision swimming.

“Elizabeth…” he whispered before everything went black.

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Gears said:
Doc turned to the second patient, though it was possible the magics he had shown earlier where sustaining the Heir of Solomon. Doc quickly searched his bag for more equipment, finally finding the equipment he usually used to take vitals. He hoped the bone saw wouldn't be necessary. Tinctures and solutions rolled in his bag, which Doc had luckily stowed nearby- hoping to protect what was left of his medical supplies. Most of the more heavier solutions where used during his rounds at the quarantine, the remnants likely destroyed in the fire. It would take months to rebuild his collection on his own, even though his notes had survived with detailed instructions of preparation.

"I will have to improvise, if the boy was still awake I would ask blood type- but this may be the only hope."

Doc unfastened the light armor he wore with his plague robes- designed to stay on and avoid contact with biological hazards- or avoid showing what was beneath in Doc's case. The skin exposed was grey and clammy, a few wounds still infected, slowly healing without the help of a gunslinger priest. Doc pulled tubing from his bag and inserted the end into both his and the patients flesh before plunging a second syringe into her to ensure she didn't get infected by his last ditch effort.

"My blood carries some potency as a healing method, I always mix a bit in my healing salves- it usually works best against the undead curses or other viruses, but hopefully this will work."

Zyn watched in horror, Bartuc forgotten as she watched the man she had almost killed fall, his friend by his side. She summoned the spectral Bartuc, though in a dull form so the others ouldn't attack, thinking she still wanted him dead. "Is there anything you know about what is happening to them? Can our magics effect it?" She tried to stay calm, but her attack could have slowed the doctor enough to ruin his work, kill both of the people she had fought alongside with.

Van auger

Van auger's gaze turned to Zyn and Raine stayed silent as she observed the situation and continued to support Caelum and Elizabeth. Van Auger was going to bark some orders at zyn, but raine shook her head. Still, van auger closed his eyes and projected his thoughts through carefully curated mana wavelengths toward their audience saying, " I don't know what you're playing at Bartuc. However I will say you better keep a tighter leash on your host or there will be problems". Shortly after he placed his other hand on caelum's head and began to support his mind as well in this tough situation once again.

Caelum would find himself in a some woods that completely overwhelms his consciousness. Here he would find himself on dry dirt surrounded by a mossy river and numerous shrubbery in his vicinity. The trees were twisted and large, some with trunks as large as houses. Perched upon a tree whose roots were entangled upon eachother to create a wall 3 meters tall, was a young woman in green. With long slender legs and soft feminine features, she looked as delicate as a twig. The woman did not make any sudden movements as she peered at Caelum in from the other side of the river. Her clothes made of leaves and bark fibers. Branches jutted from her forehead and her emerald green eyes shimmered in the light peeking through the canopy. "Are you the man who inherited my master's will"?

Darkbloom · Wednesday at 9:49 PM

Caelum’s head spun as he pushed himself up from the dry earth, his breath unsteady. The air was thick with the scent of moss and damp wood, and the towering trees loomed over him like silent sentinels. This wasn’t where he had just been.

His fingers dug into the dirt as he steadied himself, his mind racing. The last thing he remembered was—Elizabeth. The corruption. The World Tree. Had he… failed?

The voice startled him. His gaze snapped toward the river, landing on the figure perched atop the woven roots. She looked almost unreal, like she had stepped out of a forgotten legend—delicate, yet something about her felt vast, ancient. His instincts told him this was no ordinary woman.

At her question, his chest tightened. His master’s will? Solomon.

Caelum exhaled slowly, pushing aside his uncertainty. He met her gaze, eyes steady despite the weight pressing on his shoulders.

“I am Caelum,” he said. “And if you mean Solomon… then yes, I carry his will.”

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Bacon is fluffy · Wednesday at 6:40 PM

Darkbloom said:
Caelum’s head spun as he pushed himself up from the dry earth, his breath unsteady. The air was thick with the scent of moss and damp wood, and the towering trees loomed over him like silent sentinels. This wasn’t where he had just been.

His fingers dug into the dirt as he steadied himself, his mind racing. The last thing he remembered was—Elizabeth. The corruption. The World Tree. Had he… failed?

The voice startled him. His gaze snapped toward the river, landing on the figure perched atop the woven roots. She looked almost unreal, like she had stepped out of a forgotten legend—delicate, yet something about her felt vast, ancient. His instincts told him this was no ordinary woman.

At her question, his chest tightened. His master’s will? Solomon.

Caelum exhaled slowly, pushing aside his uncertainty. He met her gaze, eyes steady despite the weight pressing on his shoulders.

“I am Caelum,” he said. “And if you mean Solomon… then yes, I carry his will.”

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Bacon is fluffy

The world tree

The woman locked eyes with the young man and blinked once, causing herself to reform at the river's edge. Her soft delicate features were slowly engulfed by the current, who reflected the suns light with water clearer and cleaner than seemingly possible. "Caelum, you are not the first to claim to carry his will and in my experience, will not be the last". She paused and cupped her hands in the river and took a sip of cool refreshing contents. "In light of your battle with the void king, Marius. I will take Raine's recommendation more seriously. However, you still must prove yourself to me". She allowed the water to drop back into the river and pointed down at it. "We shall begin with the river of cleansing. I know for a fact you humans are impure beings, even solomon himself wasn't pure. However if you can submerge your hips in this river and survive taking a drink of its water, I will begin test two".

Darkbloom · Thursday at 8:30 AM

Caelum took a slow breath, his body still aching from the battle in his mind. He stared at the impossibly clear water, its surface reflecting the light like polished glass. His fingers twitched at his side, the exhaustion in his limbs a stark reminder of how much he had already pushed himself.

"Right. Because nearly dying once today just wasn’t enough," he muttered under his breath before exhaling sharply. He stepped forward, rolling his shoulders back, and met the woman's gaze with steady determination. "Fine. If this is what it takes, then let’s get this over with."

Without hesitation, he moved toward the river, the cool air around it sending a shiver down his spine. He knew better than to ask if this would hurt—he’d already accepted that answer.

Caelum stepped into the river, the chill biting into his skin the moment it reached his ankles. It was an unnatural cold—one that seeped straight through his body, bypassing flesh and sinking into his very bones. Each step deeper sent a fresh wave of numbing pain through him, like needles pricking at his soul rather than his skin. By the time the water reached his hips, his breathing had turned ragged, his muscles trembling from the sheer force of whatever unseen power coursed through the river.

Gritting his teeth, he cupped his hands and lifted the pristine water to his lips. It smelled of nothing, yet as he drank, a searing purity spread through him. His veins burned as though they carried fire instead of blood, every impurity, every lingering corruption from the battle with the Void King being forced out of him. His head pounded, vision flickering with images he couldn't grasp—memories not his own, echoes of something ancient.

His legs nearly buckled, but he steadied himself. The pain was immense, but he refused to break. If this was the trial, then he would endure it. He had no choice.

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Bacon is fluffy · Friday at 4:44 PM

Darkbloom said:
Caelum took a slow breath, his body still aching from the battle in his mind. He stared at the impossibly clear water, its surface reflecting the light like polished glass. His fingers twitched at his side, the exhaustion in his limbs a stark reminder of how much he had already pushed himself.

"Right. Because nearly dying once today just wasn’t enough," he muttered under his breath before exhaling sharply. He stepped forward, rolling his shoulders back, and met the woman's gaze with steady determination. "Fine. If this is what it takes, then let’s get this over with."

Without hesitation, he moved toward the river, the cool air around it sending a shiver down his spine. He knew better than to ask if this would hurt—he’d already accepted that answer.

Caelum stepped into the river, the chill biting into his skin the moment it reached his ankles. It was an unnatural cold—one that seeped straight through his body, bypassing flesh and sinking into his very bones. Each step deeper sent a fresh wave of numbing pain through him, like needles pricking at his soul rather than his skin. By the time the water reached his hips, his breathing had turned ragged, his muscles trembling from the sheer force of whatever unseen power coursed through the river.

Gritting his teeth, he cupped his hands and lifted the pristine water to his lips. It smelled of nothing, yet as he drank, a searing purity spread through him. His veins burned as though they carried fire instead of blood, every impurity, every lingering corruption from the battle with the Void King being forced out of him. His head pounded, vision flickering with images he couldn't grasp—memories not his own, echoes of something ancient.

His legs nearly buckled, but he steadied himself. The pain was immense, but he refused to break. If this was the trial, then he would endure it. He had no choice.

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs

Bacon is fluffy

Urd, the world tree

The woman met Caelum at the center of the river and acknowledged his performance thus far. Her eyes scanned every fiber of his being and detected something far more vast than simply the void king's corruption or his time magics. "He who is pure of heart and has experienced death, shall face the tumult of our era and be the beacon of our salvation", she said whispering just under her breath. She cupped caelum's chin above her slender and pristine hands and looked into his eyes once more. " Physically you are free of demonic or intentional void exposure, but is your mind the same"?

Her eyes glowed a deep emerald green and completely enveloped Caelum in her mind realm. He would be underwater now, his lungs would scream for air despite not being submerged in any liquid. Chains of regret and desire would begin to wrap around his arms and limbs. Each labeled something different ranging from his ambitions to his love life. He was now in trial and the judge was evaluating him personally. Caelum's memories would begin to flash around him and a single eye would be piercing his soul, causing his mana core to light up.

"Tell me young man, what is it about you, that solomon would choose you of all people"?

The question was open ended, but it was meant to gauge his heart and mindset. Too many a time people lied to the world tree and those qualified individuals who carried generations of wealth and power in their viens, all were purged for being dishonest. However, Caelum would not know this. His choice here would be decided here.

Darkbloom · Saturday at 6:59 PM

Caelum’s breath hitched as he found himself submerged in something that wasn’t water, yet felt just as suffocating. His lungs burned, his body strained, and the weight of unseen chains tightened around his limbs. Regret. Desire. Ambition. Love. Each one wrapped around him, forcing him to confront the truths he carried within. The single eye bore into him, peeling away everything that wasn’t real, leaving only his raw essence exposed.

What made him worthy? Why him?

Caelum exhaled, despite the lack of air. He knew he wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t the strongest, nor the wisest. He wasn’t Solomon. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be. But—

"I don't know if Solomon chose me," he admitted, his voice steady despite the crushing weight. "Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t. But what I do know is that I won’t stand still when there’s something I can do. I’ve fought, bled, and nearly died to protect the people I care about. Even when I lose—when I fail—I get back up. And I'll keep getting back up."

His mana core pulsed, a steady golden light pushing against the suffocating darkness.

"I don’t want power for power’s sake. I don’t want a throne or a title. I just want to protect the ones who matter to me. If that’s not enough, then I’ll find a way to make it enough."

He stared back into the piercing eye, unflinching. "So judge me if you want. But I won't change my answer."

Name: Caelum Veyr
Age: 19
points available: 100
Strength: 20
dexterity: 31
mana: 112
mana sensitivity: 135
aura: 1
aura sensitivity: 1
luck: 6

Traits:
Fortune Favors the Brave: You are more likely to succeed in risky situations but are more likely to be punished by fate if you back out
Artifact Hunter: You have a knack for finding the trail of obscure objects nerd!
Schema (Rank D): Any magic you learn, can be recited instantly without incantations so long as you have the mana to cast the spell. And any new spells you come across, you will not be strained to comprehend because your past knowledge will overlap the previous and light up, revealing the differences between the new and the old based on your rank.

Titles: Heir to Solomon's Throne, Ymir's Hero

Satchel:
gold x4
silver x90
moonshade seeds x5
scarletthorn seeds x5
Moonshade 28 lbs