Fantasy Those who hunt.(open & accepting)

[Alphaius]

Welcome to Alphos

A massive world that sits in the space between dimensions.

Home to the biggest and most deadly beasts throughout all of space and time. Then there is humanity, they came here 20 years ago, when their own universe was dying. This was where humanity fled. In their rush they were unable to save much of their advanced technology and ancient knowledges.

So humanity has begun again here, the dangerous beasts however threaten to destroy any possible hopes for the future.

So the leaders of humanity have gathered their best and brightest to find, catalogue, and discover how to kill these deadly beasts.

We are the best and brightest.

We are humanity's light of hope in the other words bleak existence.

But tread carefully...you never know what your next step may yeild

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[Alphaius]

(Starting in 2 hours!!!)

 

[PastelBeauty]

Atlas was in the training room, close to the Wall Warden quarters, practicing punches. A series of combinations from boxing, left jab followed by a straight right and a left hook. She grabbed the punching bag to steady it before weaving around the bag staying light on her feet before she got into a balanced stance, hips open preparing for a roundhouse kick. Training was very systematic for Atlas, train to build endurance and train to be in control of her body and mind. She steadied the bag once more and with her left elbow, hand tucked in near her her right shoulder she hit the bag proceeded to do the same with the right elbow before using her left knee and right lead knee to do up-close combinations. Her heart rate beat was elevated and sweat slipped down her forehead. She wiped her forehead with the boxing gloves before going over the combinations again and again. She couldn't falter, not when it came to the boys. The Blitzmen, the Wall Wardens, even the soldiers, all of them became her family and it was here in the early dawn and late at night where she would train before and after the men slept. Not all of the men would be sleeping at this time of hour, but most of them would and Atlas found that this was the perfect opportunity to train alone, clear her head and work on her up-close combat as well as mid-ranged combinations for combat.


Grabbing the bag she used her left knee then placed her foot straight down, right foot went back to get full power to the right knee hitting the bag. Atlas smiled and wiped at the sweat on her forehead before unstrapping her gloves and walking over to the bench and grabbing her water bottle. "Wonder what the mission will be today. More monster killing of course but...I need more poison samples..damn." She muttered shaking her head slightly before taking slow big gulps of water before putting some water on a cloth and wiping down the back of her neck and forehead.


"Wall Wardens...Blitzmen. So far, I'm the only woman...bah...maybe I'll inspire others to join." Atlas actually laughed and rubbed the cloth over her hair. "Yeah right. I wouldn't want any of the women in this city to join. They are the future to building up the population. I however...I'm not fit as a mother." She smiled and sighed fitting her boxing gloves back on and going back to her combinations. Yesterday, Atlas and Blitzmen has a close call with an orge just outside of the wall. Luckily James and his team had been prepared and with their archery skills and "jumpers" the whole team made it out alive. Yes, some of the team had a good few bruised ribs and minor cuts and abrasions, they all made it. They were an effective team. "Ha...Blinks." Blinks, aka. James Auditore, was the first of the Wall Wardens to become this "jumper" because he had the brilliant idea, although crazy brilliant, to jump from the wall and rescue Blitzmen from the ground. Toki had been working with the Blitzmen ever since then to make whistles to let the Wall Wardens know if they needed a jumper to come rescue them out of the field. "Gosh it's...been a year? Wonder how the kid is doing." Kid. Atlas chuckled to herself, James was hardly a kid, he was a year older than Atlas, and his job as being a Wall Warden was a very serious job to him so he acted so much older. Hell, Atlas didn't get to even see James unless the Blitzmen were walking back through the wall to give reports to the Wall Wardens about the monsters. Even then it was always in passing glances because as a Poison Specialist ... well, you get the picture. Atlas had her job and her duty to record poisons and test them on the beasts if given the chance to get up close to the monsters. Different squads. Different jobs and since her job consisted of actually going out with the Blitzmen she boarded and roomed with the Blitzmen in their quarters. The sun broke over the window to the training room signalling to Atlas that she needed to go make breakfast. Packing up her boxing gloves and slinging her duffle bag over her shoulder she made her way to the dining area to start the meal and start the day.


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[SilentRain]

Drip.... Drip... Drip... The sound of sweat hitting the floor, and mist rising from it's place. The burning hot fluids evaporating off of the ivory brown skin of an Adult Male. The male himself was leaned against a large boulder his forearms placed against the stones cold surface his head sunk downwards, sweat travelling down his face in rivulets his sunken eyes showing the sheer fatigue. Prometheus looking at the boulder before him tears still in the corner of his eyes. His muscles clenching as he yelled once more his rage and frustration. Another Argonaut had passed yesterday right in front of his eyes. He had been pulled back by the retreating teams unable to bring back the corpse of his fallen comrade. He had spent the night ferociously exercising berating himself for being so weak, so useless. His rage and sadness forever a mix with his hatred for the monsters outside.


Pushing himself off of the bolder Prometheus stumbled harshly almost falling over trying to keep his balance. He couldn't tell where his aches began or ended. He couldn't help what he had done. It was the only thing he felt he could do.. Get stronger. Stronger so that he wouldn't have to carve the name of another friend to the constantly growing list on the stone tablet in the center of town. Stronger so that he wouldn't have to feel this torn up inside again at the loss of another ally. He needed to be better, needed to do better. He had to be perfect as possible. He hated feeling so useless inside and all he could do was lash out at the world around him at the unfairness that was life here in Victory City.


Walking over to the fire in the center of his backyard he grabbed a pair of tongs and a thin iron rod. Heating the iron over the fire he then pressed the scorching hot metal against his bare skin just to the right of the center of his chest. His roar of pain as it burned into his flesh leaving the permanent scar of a small black dot amongst twelve others for a total of thirteen. These dots were reminders of dear comrades past and friends mourned alike. He burnt their memory into his flesh so he would never forget and never forgive these godforsaken beasts for as long as he lived.


Staggering into his small two room house he fell onto his bed passing out almost instantly from a mix of overwhelming pain and exhaustion... the scent of smoke from the fire outside his house, burnt flesh, and sweat that dried on his skin lingering in his nostrils as he slipped away into the land of dark troubled dreams.. His muscles twitching uncontrollable as he tossed and turned through his nightmares the night passing on in slow torment....

 

[Alphaius]

Jack awoke with a start, he had a nightmare, which wasn't too uncommon now that everyone seemed to live in a portion of hell. He sat for a few minutes attempting to remember the dream but with no luck. He shrugged it off not paying it any mind.


He springs out of bed, dons his armor, and grabs his mothers bow out of the wardrobe.


He had been using the bow for nearly his whole life and it never ceases to amaze him how impossibly great this bow was.


It only had a draw force of 80lbs, but somehow it fired arrows faster and further than anything except for the heavy arbalest. He scoops up his quiver and spidersilk on the way out his room and heads for the common area of the 5th & 6th towers of the wall. The blitzmen barracks, at least for the time being. A swarm of scorch flies had hit the eastern section of the city, response was quick enough to douse the flames and prevent any casualties, but several buildings,including the blitzmen headquarters,took severe fire damage and are expected to be finished with repairs in about six months.


Not that James minded, he actually enjoyed having Toki and his squad around. Their morale was great,they were the bulk of the military after all. Then there were the joint drills which were great, he and Toki had came up with a joint drill program to boost the effectiveness of the two branches, and to encourage the building of relationships between branches. After all it can be kinda hard entrusting your life to a man you've never met who is sitting a few thousand feet up.


Walking into the common room he announces


"I'm doing some drills of the top of the wall, report to the top of the wall in ten minutes of you are interested,there will be rewards." He states with a stern voice before heading to the old pulley elevator to ride it up to the top wall.


When he arrives he takes a deep breath, the air up here was so wonderful.


He sat on the ledge of the wall,feet dangling over a 7000ft fall, and he begins to tie the hair width spider silk in special knots that the Wardens founder, jacks father, brought with them from an old world organization called Boy Scouts.


He had no idea what the were but his father would always say "scouts honor" when he was making a promise.


He took the arrows he had strung, and slid them into the slot marked "4" and the quiver emoted a low hum turning his arrows into the grappling anchors he so frequently used.

 

[Trevor Kay]

Aldrich easily finishes his sparring session with another Blade Master by sweeping the legs from underneath the man. Aldrich immediately walks away looking for someone who can challenge him in a fight, so he decides to head over to blitzmen headquarters to see if he can find someone worth fighting there.

 

[PastelBeauty]

Atlas had been enjoying eating breakfast with some of the Blitzmen in the common area within the 5th and 6th walls of the Wall Warden. She saw many Wall Wardens and Blitzmen talking with each other, Toki and James had came up with this little idea ever since the scorch flies had burned Blitzmen quarters. Atlas looked up for just a moment from her food hearing James announce joint drills. Joint drills were where Blitmen and Wall Wardens would train together, after all Blitzmen needed to trust in a guy who they couldn't see up on a wall. Atlas finished her food and excused herself from the table following very quietly behind James. She stood behind him while he sat on the ledge of the wall feet dangling over the edge. Atlas just watched him for a moment before she spoke to make herself known. "Hey Blinks. Been a while." She smiled crossing her arms over her chest, she was a bit surprised to hear James's voice this morning, but here he was after making his announcement watching over the city being vigil as ever. She took a step closer to him but still stayed away from the ledge of the wall. She was dressed ready for combat in armor that was fitted to her yet allowed flexibility. Uniforms for the men were to big for her, so she had to make her own with the tough material that they gave her. She took a deep breath. "It's beautiful up here. Do you always feel this free?" She chuckled as she ran her fingers through her hair then stretched preparing for whatever drill was planned.


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[SilentRain]

Prometheus woke up bathed in cold sweat from his sleep. The one sun rising slowly in the distant horizon... a beautiful view if one could afford not to think of all the creatures that lie beneath its vast rays. Placing his arms perpendicular to his chest he began to push himself up slowly, a grimace of pain flashing across his face as the new burn wound on his chest displayed itself without hesitation. When he finally rose completely from the bed he staggered for a second before gaining his balance, the fatigue from last night still prominent upon just waking. Grabbing the last sweet potato of what had once been a large pile. Staring at the plant he always remembered his dad saying they were one of the few plants to actually be able to grow in this planets soil from their home world. It was strange to think that something he ate almost everyday is actually something not original to his world. Shaking his head back and forth to try not to daydream off like he did right there he went over to the fire pit and with the par of tongs he stirred up the still hot coals, placing a thin flat stone above those coals and the sweet potato on top. While his breakfast was cooking he began doing what had become a habit in his life. The daily routine of stretches. It had been beaten into him as a kid, but instead of looking back at those memories with hate as most would. He looked back at them with pride... These exercises were a reminder of the father he had lost and he cherished them, though the original "pioneers" had a less than stellar opinion of his dad. When he completed his long morning workout the sun had cleared the horizon and based on his calculations it was somewhere between 8-9 a.m. Grabbing his breakfast hot out of the fire he bit into the sweet flesh of the vegetable. He had to cherish these peaceful moments like everyone in Victory City did. They were few and far between. Heading back inside he slowly changed into the combat gear that had become almost a second skin to him over the past two years. Every patched area in the leather armor had a story. The hide itself having been completely broken in it was extremely comfy. The armor was designed to be lightweight and agile. Extra weight held no value on the battlefield and the only expense on the outfit was the word Doberman blazed into the neck-guard because Nicknames or Codenames were typically used for the Argonauts. Names meant nothing in their ranks, but Nicknames were associated with rank on the boards.


Finally ready to head out he strapped his belt on that contained his handled spikes and slid the two picks into their holsters, one on each leg side. Jogging into town as per routine he only stopped by the local well to draw water to take a drink and pour the rest of the bucket over his body to wet the armor for it would be hot as always and since piping and irrigation weren't made yet it doubled as a shower somewhat. He then continued jogging to the Blitzmen headquarters.. but found it mostly in cinders surrounded by the troops who were handling the wreckage. He found it hard to stay calm as he found the commanding officer and was told to report to the 6th wall with a regiment of blitzmen and wall wardens for a joint training to improve cooperation between units by forming bonds, and so he left. By the time he arrived at the wall after nonstop jogging from the original headquarters it was nearing noon when he made it to the top of the sixth wall. Walking forward with purpose he found the man who all ground troops learned to remember. " Head Warden Auditore, Argonaut Doberman reporting for service sir." Addressing the man who most hailed as a commander on the wall. He had revolutionized the way in which Blitzmen engaged the enemy and lessened the mortality rate of soldiers by more than one third alone. He was a man worthy of respect. A name worth remembering. Taking up a formal salute he to show proper respect.


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