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Fantasy The Journey

Vengeance Spirit

Seeker of Justice
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Journey centers around a fantasy world known as Bellial where several characters are faced with adapting to their ever-changing environments.




Characters
Choices
Voting



Stats
Skills
Death





 
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Thank all of you for making this possible. The next chapter will begin shortly. A new character will be here

The next chapter will focus on a gladiator. Everything about Eyette will be moved to the story-only thread and deleted from the main one
 
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Location: Akantia


Mood: Excited


Morals: Chaotic Neutral


Health Points(100%)



Stats:


Intellect(4)



Strength(8)



Dexterity(7)



Charisma(6)



Skills:


Swordplay: 50
Party:


Grimm(Yourself)








A gladiator has only one master, the arena. You are entertainers who perform art through combat. Your blade is your brush, the arena is your canvas and your opponent's blood is the paint. This little mantra has led you to victory. You are the strongest gladiator in Akantia, a city of the Unforged Kingdoms. Your blade has worked well to carve this title over the course of three years. You didn't always have this form of skill. You came from a penniless family. A group of bandits living in the slums. Your father was a crook, your grandfather an even worse one. You didn't like this lifestyle. It made you stronger, but you wanted fair battles. Bandits did not fight fair. You loved the thrill of the clashing blades. The look in the eyes of a warrior. You needed to feed this addiction to the blade. And you did. Joining the arena was the greatest decision in your life. Today is your last battle in Akantia. You have defeated all of the high ranking gladiators except one. His name is Sathem. You do not know much about him. But in these next few moments, you will see his entire life.


You never had a real objective in mind. You live day to day just to fight. You care not about the dangers. Your body is well-scarred and bruised from all the battles. You are confident you will win today. But the question is, who will you win for?



1: Yourself


2: Your gorgeous lover, Alisa, the archer (Female)



3: Your handsome lover, Lontor, the blacksmith (Male)



4: Your mother



5: The arena


 
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Location: Akantia


Mood: Energized


Morals: Chaotic Neutral


Health Points(100%)



Stats:


Intellect(4)



Strength(8)



Dexterity(7)



Charisma(6)



Skills:


Swordplay: 50
Party:


Grimm(Yourself)








You dedicate your future victory to the arena. You are a gladiator after all! Combat is in your soul. The arena allows you to feed your never-ending blood lust. The roar of the arena cannot be matched by any lover. There is no time for relationships when the arena calls you. The feel of it all. The sand beneath your feet, the crowd screaming, and most of all the clashing of iron. The sparks that fly when two blades collide. The eye contact made. The peering into the soul of your enemy. Combat is the niche of man. He is made to fight! There is no time for the other F when there are battles to be made. You take a good look at the room around you. You are behind large iron bars in an under-lit room. A room that you were afraid of when you first began. But here you are, a master of the wait. The crowd is cheering. The king is announcing the event. After a long speech, you finally hear the king say "Grimm the Immortal! The harbinger of death! The man who paints with blood!"


You begin walking as he continues your various titles. You enjoy them. You earned them in action. The crowd goes crazy. You take a good look around yourself. You are wearing a typical gladiator outfit, an adequate amount of cloth around your necessities, a leather satchel striking a cross on your chest, and a large belt. Your body is shown to strike fear into your enemies. In your hand is your blade, a simple iron long sword. You feel empowered. The king finally finishes his speaking, he pauses and then states "Now for his opponent. Sathem. The strong. The boulder lifter!" Sathem walks out. The crowd does not cheer as loudly. They have yet to find their love for this man. Yours has taken some time to develop. He is larger than you, and has dieseled muscles and a chiseled face. The king puts his hand up and then yells "Let the festivities commence". He takes his seat. You and your opponent are circling each other.



1: Make the first move and use your dexterity. Dodge under him and try to slash his legs to weaken him.


2: Make the first move and turn ballistic. Use your strength and superior blade ability to slash his core.



3: Wait for him to make the first move and counter it with your reflexes. Make the move to try and destroy his extremities



4: Write-in


 
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DECISION 3 HAS BEEN CHOSEN

I will always leave combat posts smaller to allow there to be more decisions in the battle.
 
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Location: Akantia


Mood: Energized


Morals: Chaotic Neutral


Health Points(100%)



Stats:


Intellect(5)



Strength(8)



Dexterity(7)



Charisma(6)



Skills:


Swordplay: 50
Party:


Grimm(Yourself)










Intellect increases by 1




The circling continues. You decide it best to wait for him to make a move. You know your superior reflexes and quick thinking will grant you the ability to defeat him. You make every step to stay directly parallel to him. Not too close and not too far. Both options would give him the advantage. Your feet slide across the sand while your arms stay in perfect alignment with them. You meet the eyes of Sathem. You can tell he is drawing tired of this dancing game. The crowd is still cheering. You have yet to lose their admiration. You give him a dastardly smirk. He isn't smart enough to understand the mind game. You see his eyebrows twitching and his hands grasping his blade harder. You can see he is ready to make his move. You take a deep breath. Time slows down. As you suspected, he takes his blade and makes a large step forward while slashing his blade towards your core. You notice the step is unbalanced. You parry his slash attempt while you utilize your leg to side kick Sathem's unbalanced leg. His foot is rendered powerless as he topples backward. He stumbles. Your mind slows down time even more. You have a choice to make on your next move.


1: Take the advantage of his stumbling and kick him down


2: He is a large man, you should use your blade to cut off his weapon-wielding hand



3: Use the momentum of the parry to toss his blade asunder



4: Utilize your inner rage and allow the blood lust to take its turn



5: Write-in


 

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