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    The World Asunder

    THE WORLD ASUNDER
    A Fantasy Roleplaying Adventure


    INTRODUCTION
    Seithr—an ancient energy thought to have brought mankind into existence when the world was new. The initial world oozed seithr from cracks in the ground as gas, and the first rainfalls carried droplets of seithr. The early races worshipped the planet and the life-giving energy seithr provided, and soon learned to harness the raw mystical power of seithr to produce seithrjen, or magic. Magic was used for everything in these early days: fire, shelter, hunting, and war. The destructive power of seithr slowly became the most desirable element for humanity as technology advanced. Seithrjen soldiers, backed by seithr-powered engines of war, fought over resources and upwellings of particularly potent and pure seithr. Exposure to these upwellings over time birthed a subset of humanity that naturally generated low amounts of seithr, who became known as Volur. These gifted few were raised as powerful politicians, wise scholars and fierce warriors, and many had achievements great enough to have their names etched into the annals of history and legend. Humanities struggles intensified to such a point that the other races formed a coalition and intervened, demanding an end to the pointless bloodshed. After much struggle, a peace was reached between the six tribes of humanity. For several hundred years, the races lived together in near-perfect harmony.
    However, this peace was not to last. As if from nowhere, a large area of land now known as the Faultline began upwelling intense levels of seithr. The kingdom which rested upon this land, known as Lokasen, at first thought themselves blessed by the gods by this good fortune, and struck out against the other kingdoms with their newfound power. The other five kingdoms and the other races united and fought back, greedy for the mother lode of seithr that Lokasen now rested upon. It was the Final War of Magic, more brutal and bloody than any war that came before by a hundredfold. Untold scores of people died as each nation dug ever deeper into its seithr reserves in desperate attempts at gaining ground. The Volur of each nation were placed of the highest importance, becoming high-ranking generals and leaders for their sheer potential power. As the war dragged on, the nations dug deep within Aravad’s crust to find more seithr, tearing into the planet like a pack of wild animals devouring their prey. It proved too great a strain for the world to bear.
    At first, it was only a few cracks, but the world began to give off higher levels of seithr than ever, like a kettle giving off steam when boiling. These levels were dangerous and toxic to the races that lived on the planet—the plants withered and died, livestock fell dead in their tracks, and the air became thick and murky. This seithr formed into foul creatures of base sentience known as Splinters, vicious monsters that sought no higher purpose than chaos and destruction. The races, realizing their folly, crafted a desperate solution: By creating gigantic seithr engines and drilling out around key points in the worlds crust, the kingdoms could rise into the air and operate as islands in a sea of sky. The seithr-riddled lands below them, the kingdoms have enjoyed relative stability since, with parties of seithr-miners travelling to the surface to collect the valuable but deadly resource.
    However, in the past few hundred years, Splinters have begun to manifest themselves in the kingdoms, wreaking havoc on the populace. To combat this threat, Seithr containers known as “Familiars” were developed, varying in shape and size from user to user. With these, the people could use seithrjen once again, allowing them to combat the Splinters. But amongst the scholars of the kingdoms, troubling questions are sometimes discussed: Are the Splinters merely base beasts given form by the seithr, or is there more to them than that? Where does the seithr come from within the planet’s core? And what do the answers to these questions mean for the people of Aravad?

    THE SIX KINGDOMS


    Avalon- The largest of the kingdoms, Avalon lies at the center of the kingdom-islands and is the most densely populated. Renowned for its entertainment and arts, Avalon has become a cultural mixing pot of the other five kingdoms, and is home to both the wealthiest and the poorest citizens in all of Aravad. The island on which Avalon is built is smaller than those of Ustuk or Lokasen, so the royal architects simply built up, with the newest and most refined structures at the very top of the gigantic, spiraling tower. The base rings of Avalon have fallen into disrepair and have become havens for the downtrodden and outcast members of society. The middle rings are home to Avalon’s many shopping districts and centers of business, packed each day with citizens from all walks of life to do trade and commerce. At the very top of Avalon lies the great “Palace of Wings”, home to the royalty of Avalon. Shimmering gold and blue, The Palace of Wings glows so brightly at night that the other kingdoms can see it. Deep within Avalon is the original Seithr engine, upon which the other engine designs were built. To release the fumes given off by the combustion of seithr within Avalon’s core, a series of vents encircle the side of the island and continuously expel dark seithr-gas. This gas clouds the lower rings of Avalon, filling the slums with irritating, murky smog. As a result of this seithr concentration, Splinters are more likely to form in Lower Avalon. This has led to the creation of an internally run “Avalon Protection Force”, or APF, comprised of fighting recruits who stand ready to defend the populace with their familiars.

    Miriel- A mysterious and beautiful land, the kingdom of Miriel is composed primarily of hilly plains and forested mountains, with small towns dotting the countryside. Before the Final War of Magic, Miriel was renowned as a place of spiritual enlightenment. High in the mountains of Aravad, Mirian monks meditated and contemplated questions of existence. Before the Faultline filled Lokasen with seithr, Miriel also was known to have the highest natural concentrations of seithr, and thus had the highest percentage of Volur of all six kingdoms. In the aftermath of the Final War of Magic, Miriel lost most of their Volur, but they never lost their spiritual identity. Miriel remains the least technologically entrenched of the six kingdoms, preferring to rely mostly on pure seithrjen and using machinery only when absolutely necessary. Their seithr engine lies deep beneath the planet, still working but overgrown in a dense underground forest that has sprung up from years of technological neglect. Miriel is also home to most of the few remaining Fae, or Elfkind, who have all but died out following the war. They have carved out their niche and live peacefully among the people of Miriel, holding onto what parts of their lost culture that they can.

    Lokasen- While Lokasen was reviled as “enemy of all” during the Final War of Magic, they have long since made peace with the other nations and atoned for their sins during the war. Lokasen was by far the most affected by the seithr fallout that rocked Aravad in the days before the kingdoms took to the sky, and the land is still only beginning to recover. The natural plant and animal life are often sickly and warped in Lokasen, and Splinters naturally generate in the towns and cities of Lokasen very frequently. As a result, the Lokasenians have become a stern, hardy people, able to withstand harsh climate and conditions that would cause other folk to despair. This high seithr concentration also means that Lokasen currently has the highest number of Volur of the six kingdoms. The current king of Lokasen, Andrigar, is a beloved inventor who has made personal microclimate bubbles for the people of Lokasen. These microclimates purify the earth around them temporarily, allowing for successful farming and harvest. Lokasen's capital Zeldrid is surrounded by a gigantic body of water known as the Azure Gate, the only part of the island that has been barely affected by seithr poisoning, and the fishermen of Lokasen are some of the best in all of Aravad.

    Vongola- Called the “Ruby of the East” for its crimson-colored earth and export of rare gems, Vongola is a very wealthy and beautiful nation. Comprised of a chain of smaller islands rather than one large landmass, each island is powered by a much smaller seithr engine than those found in the other nations. Vongola is viewed as an exotic and exciting tourist destination, and most of the income made by Vongolians not in the gem trade is earned via tourism ventures. Despite hundreds of years of mining, the islands of Vongola remain a rich resource for precious gems, believed by some to be forms of seithr that crystallized under intense heat and pressure. Vongola was the least seithr-plentiful land before the Final War of Magic, and as a result is threatened by relatively few Splinters today. This lack of immediate danger has made the Vongolians a peaceful and relaxed people, with comparatively few fighters in their population. Most of the Gedric, or Burrowkind, live beneath the earth in Vongola. A sizeable tribe of them has taken up residence around Vongola’s largest seithr engine, and they have tasked themselves with its upkeep and protection.

    Ustuk- Ustuk is the nation of skilled craftsmen, known for the expertise of its blacksmiths to create weapons and armor of near-legendary quality. This legendary reputation has come about thanks in no small part to the Dwarves, who live in great numbers among the humans of Ustuk and have taught them their ancient smithing secrets. The smiths of Ustuk, aided by their dwarven companions, forged many of the legendary weapons used during the Final War of Magic still spoken of in reverent tones today. With the advent of the Splinters appearance in the worlds above, the smiths have begun to work overtime to produce new “Familiar” weapons to channel seithr through. The largest of the six islands, Ustuk is a harsh and rocky kingdom, with towering spires of stone and deep crevasses that almost go through the entire island. As Ustuk’s rocky structure has begun to fall apart, the dwarven smiths have reinforced the island’s outer shell with a framework of durable iron to literally hold the kingdom together. This iron framework not only grips the outside, but also runs through the core of the island, and the seithr engine of Ustuk is deep within this framework. The smiths of Ustuk have begun a tradition where, once a young apprentice comes of age, they must delve into the planet and touch the outer shell of the seithr engine, deep within the iron jungle of the planet’s core. This ritual of ”Touching Ustuk’s Heart” is believed to provide the budding smith with the inspiration he or she requires to construct masterful creations worthy of the kingdom.

    Erigan- Known by the people of the other kingdoms as the “Factory of Frost”, Erigan is the technological powerhouse of the six kingdoms. Even before the Final War of Magic, Erigan was at the forefront of technological innovation, creating new methods of transport, weaponry, and comfort powered by seithr. After Erigan was lifted into the sky, their brilliant scientists created a system of seithr-power for the entire kingdom with wires circulating all around the nation, and the Erigan seithr engine acting as its beating heart. To prevent the engine from overheating, extreme cooling systems were distributed throughout Erigan’s crust. While the seithr power has allowed Erigan to jump decades ahead of the other nations in technological advances, the excess cold from the cooling systems has lowered the temperature of Erigan’s climate significantly and placed the nation in a near-perpetual state of winter. As the Splinters have begun to appear more and more frequently, Erigan’s scientists have accelerated their research into the nature of seithr and the Splinters, hoping to find some key weakness of the creatures to be exploited.

    RACES

    Humanity (Mankind)- The most numerous of all the races on Aravad, humans are a hearty and stable race, more able to resist the debilitating effects of seithr than other races. As the only race able to produce Volur, humanity seems to have a closer link with seithr than the other races, and they are found in great numbers in all six kingdoms.

    The Fae (Elfkind)- In legend, the Fae are said to have been the precursor to mankind, a “perfect ideal” of what humanity can be. The Fae are lithe and elegant humanoids, closely resembling humans except for their uniformly silvery-white hair and near universal incredible beauty. The Fae are unique in their ability to absorb and contain vast amounts of seithr naturally, although over time the effects will destroy their body from the inside. In the aftermath of the Final War of Magic, many of the Fae began to disappear, either succumbing to seithr poisoning, interbreeding with humanity and losing their cultural identity, or something else entirely. The remaining Fae mostly live in the kingdom of Miriel, although groups of them also live in Avalon and Lokasen. Dark rumors have begun to circulate which assert that something or someone has been killing off the remaining Fae. These rumors remain unverified.

    The Dwarves (Ironkind)-
    Said to have been sculpted from rock and clay in origin mythology, the dwarves are the toughest of all of Aravad’s races, able to live in the most extreme conditions. Possessors of mysterious and ancient smithing sorcery that requires no seithr, dwarves are most at home in the heat of the forge. Most of the remaining dwarves have carved out a home in the nation of Ustuk, a kingdom that symbolizes their gruff and no-nonsense attitudes.

    The Gedric (Burrowkind)-
    A reclusive and secretive race, the Gedric are a race of burrowing, mole-like creatures that only recently have begun to negotiate and treatise with humanity. At full height, the average Gedric stands approximately 5’6, with exceedingly long arms ending in sharp claws used for both digging and combat. The Gedric are abnormally attracted to anything shiny, and hoard the gems and treasures buried beneath the surface, demanding that they be the exclusive ownership of those that claim the underground. This stubborn insistence is beginning to bring them into conflict with the miners of Vongola, who dig ever deeper to profit from their nation’s rich materials.

    The Thryth (Ogrekind)- Once thought to be a legend, the Thryth are a race of large, muscular humanoids that inhabit the icy slopes of Erigan. Standing at approximately 7 feet in height, the Thryth are a powerfully muscular race, further distinguished from the other races by their prominently large canines on their lower jaw and a brown-red skin color that fades to grey upon death. Despite their fearsome appearance and their natural super-strength, the Thryth are a peaceful and intelligent race, interacting quite happily with the people of Aravad. Many of them have even become accomplished scientists in one of Erigan’s many academies, and work tirelessly to uncover the universe’s secrets through logic and technology.

    The Kapshen (Scalekind)- Of all of the races of Aravad, there is one that all others hate and fear—the Kapshen. The Kapshen are a fervently war-like race that instinctively believe that the other races were placed there by their gods as a test of their might, and that their one purpose is to fall to the blade of the Kapshen. Reptilian in appearance, the Kapshen stand at an average of six feet tall, with slim but muscular bodies and heads reminiscent of a velociraptor. A Kapshen’s entire life is devoted to combat, with members of the species acting almost as hostile towards each other as they are to the other races. While most of the Kapshen stalk the desolate edges of Lokasen, tribes of them have been found in all the kingdoms. The only cause Kapshen ally themselves with other races for is the destruction of those not with the Kapshen, and criminals and savages of all races have found common ground with the Kapshen in their hatred of those who have persecuted them. Though the Splinters currently pose a far greater threat, the warriors of Aravad must always be on guard for Kapshen raids, lest their loved ones be brutally slaughtered in the name of mindless conquest.

    The Splinters- Not a race in the traditional sense, the Splinters are a dangerous and cryptic group of forms created by remarkable concentrations of seithr. How they are actually formed, and what their true purpose is if any, have yet to be uncovered, but it is readily apparent that the Splinters pose a constant and severe threat to the six kingdoms of Aravad that is hard to understate. While the base form of the Splinters is approximately humanoid in shape, they have been known to take on a variety of different forms, linked together by their shadowy, ethereal appearance, with a smoky dark purple body and glowing green eyes. They are incredibly fast and flexible, twisting impossibly around slower strikes and attacking with razor-sharp claws or fangs. Other Splinters manifest shadows of weapons in their hands, which they wield with surprising skill for seemingly mindless beasts. While any weapon can injure a Splinter, they are most vulnerable to seithrjen, which sometimes instantly destabilizes them upon contact. To this end, Familiars were created.
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    The Familiars
    The six kingdoms greatest defense against the Splinters, a Familiar is a weapon or object charged with seithr, allowing the holder to strike with seithr-powered blows and perform seithrjen in the absence of a heavy seithr atmosphere. Several Familiars were created during the Final War of Magic for legendary heroes, but instead of using them for the simple task of holding seithr, these Familiars absorbed the seithr-rich atmosphere in addition to their own personal seithr stores for crushingly powerful attacks and techniques. A Familiar’s shape varies wildly from person to person—a sword lined with veins of seithr, a staff filled to the brim with controlled liquid seithr, a set of amulets or talismans lined with seithr, and a pair of guns linked by seithr cable are all considered to be Familiars. Most warriors in the six kingdoms have a Familiar of some form or another on them, and they are the only truly effective weapons against the omnipresent threat of the Splinters. However, Familiars are not unlimited sources of seithr, and most towns and cities have a seithr-recharging center where, for a small price, your Familiar is soaked in a dangerously seithr-rich chamber, allowing it to be refreshed.


    CURRENT EVENTS
    For the most part, the six kingdoms have lived together peacefully since the Final War of Magic. However, tensions have begun to rise between Miriel and Erigan due to increased Splinter activity, with the Mirians blaming the overuse of technology and rejection of pure seithrjen on the Splinter rise. The Eriganians believe the Mirians to be silly little monks oblivious to technology and trapped in the old ways of the past. Avalon has been dealing with its own problems independent of the increased number of Splinters, due to class struggles between Lower and Upper Avalon. The tension between the two groups will soon reach a breaking point if no peaceful resolution is reached. Vongola is also dealing with the problems involving the Gedric in their mines, and so far negotiation has accomplished frustratingly little. The six kingdoms are monitored by a unified police force called the Kingdom Guard. Though the Kingdom Guard was once looked upon favorably by the people, recently several branches have been plagued with corruption and misuse of power. As the Splinters pose an ever-greater danger, these problems could not have come at a worse time.
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    Welcome to The World Asunder! Set in a techno-fantasy universe similar in technological achievement to the worlds of Final Fantasy 7 or 8, in this adventure you will play as one of the many heroes of Aravad, and go on an adventure to learn the nature of the creatures plaguing your kingdoms. In doing so, you will come face-to-face with a greater threat than anyone ever imagined...
    Or, you can play as a bad guy and blow stuff up. That's cool too!
    Before you dive right in, there are a few rules to go over. These are the basic ones, common to most RPs (veteran RPers can skip this):

    -Please try to use proper grammar and spelling. Mistakes can be made, but just try not to do it, as it will make reading your posts a lot easier and more enjoyable.
    -Try to make your posts as descriptive as possible. Remember, other RPers will be building off what you say. Give them a good foundation.
    -No godmodding (a.k.a massively overpowering your character, there are a few exceptions but for the most part just don’t do it)
    -No bunnying (Taking control of another RPers’ character, this is ONLY acceptable if you talk with that player beforehand and they agree. If they do agree, make a note that they said it was all right at the beginning of your post so that we all know.)
    -No spamming, Double Posting, etc... use proper “Internet Etiquette” at all times, please.

    Here are rules SPECIFIC to The World Asunder (EVERYONE must read these):

    -A maximum of two characters is allowed per person. This may be subject to change later as I see fit.
    -Players may choose to be Volur (a seithr-generating subset of humanity) if they wish. However, only humans can be Volur.
    -Only humans and the listed other races (see above) are allowed, and Splinters are not allowed to be characters. If you have an idea for a race that you REALLY REALLY want to use, make your case for it via Private Messaging and I'll decide whether or not to allow it.
    -IF YOU DECIDE TO BE AN EVIL CHARACTER, PLEASE SEND ME A PM! There are plot elements that as evil mastermind of the plot I will divulge only to you.
    -Make sure you read all of this! It’s important!

    In order to be accepted into the RP, it is required that I accept a Sign-Up of your character. The Sign-Up thread can be found here: http://www.wiichat.com/forum/board-g...iscussion.html


    CHARACTERS:

    GOOD:

    Parakarry as Tal Sorico
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    Bodine as Vince Fredrick Teslanciere and Asriale Derae'Vilicea
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    Hoboturtle as Ulrich La March IV and Lambert Sitz
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    Bowserizer as Lindsey Wells
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    GigaRidley as Ansa Hifhildr
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    Neosquid as Citri Liquoric
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    EVIL:

    GigaRidley as Aeolus
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    The Storm as Exsul Rgis-Malum
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    Neosquid as Aestus "Pumice" Clayborne
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    NEUTRAL:

    Johaggis as Weidr Durgsson and Gale Elvek
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    Pichu2K7 as Karigen Granger
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    Lennox as Kai Fishwash and Samna Fishwash
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    Hoboturtle as Hilda Metz
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    -Lower Avalon, Soot District, 12:16 AM-


    It was the third night in a row that heavy rain had come to Lower Avalon. It barely ever rained in Upper Avalon, as the Palace of Wings could control their climate and only rained in controlled doses when the royalty and nobles wanted to see something different. But in Lower Avalon, nature decided what the sky would be like, and so it rained. The streets were almost entirely empty—at a time like this, the workers would have returned from their jobs in Lower and Middle Avalon and were beginning to settle down to sleep. In the Soot District; so named because the seithr-gas expelled from the vents that led to Avalon’s core coated the area in a dark, ashy residue, the streets were completely deserted except for a lone figure, leaning against a large metal pipe near some of the industrial centers. The figure’s face was cloaked by a golden robe, which stood out against the darkness of the night and the ashen coloring of the streets and walls. He leaned beneath a worn-down awning that shielded him from most of the rainfall, though an errant droplet splashed on his shoes or sleeves, which were rolled up to reveal arms tightly wrapped in cloth bandages. The figure twirled a kunai in his hands experimentally. Lightning flashed, revealing a sharply defined face with beady eyes beneath the golden hood of the figure’s robe. Twirling the kunai around his fingers one more time, the figure place the kunai back onto his belt with the rest of his knives, and reached into his pocket to pull out a compact phone. He quickly dialed a number and waited for a response, standing up straight and beginning to walk slowly down the street, his shoes clipping against the moist concrete. His face perked up as he received an answer.
    “Yeah, it’s me. I’m doing it tonight.”
    His mouth twisted into a small smile as he heard the response.
    “Yeah, well, I got ****in’ bored. What are you going to do? I don’t know how anyone can stand this pathetic little place. Though I suppose they don’t know anything better, huh?”
    More noise from the phone, which the figure cut off.
    “No, I’m not inviting you to change my mind. I’m telling you to get ready. As in an order. Can’t have you dyin’ on me, right?”
    There was silence from the other end of the phone.
    “Glad you get the picture. All right, you get three minutes. And hey—enjoy!”
    The figure snapped his phone shut and slid it back in his pocket. He closed his eyes and began to count.
    “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi… eh, that’s close enough to three minutes, right?”
    The figure pulled his hood back, fully revealing his face and spiky red hair. The bandages around his arms and legs began to glow yellow and black as he held his arms out, feeling the storm winds blow on his face and robe. The seithr-gas spewing from the vents began to shimmer a deep purple and collect on the streets, bubbling up from the ground and peeling itself from the walls. It continued to gather and collect until the street seemed absolutely covered in the thick, shimmering gas, except for a small circle of untouched ground where the figure stood. The figures right eye began to glow a sickly green, and at the same time, small green circles of light began to dot the massive mass of smog. A clawed hand, not yet fully formed, reached up out of the gas, followed by countless more as the gas began to form into humanoid shadowy creatures with tiny, glowing green circles in place of eyes. The creatures began to chitter, a soft rustling sound like the crunch of leaves underfoot. The robed figure gestured outwards, and the creatures bounded off in either direction down the street. Even as the initial group of creatures began to vanish from view, more poured out of the vents and pulled themselves from the walls. In the distance, an ear-shattering scream pierced the night. Aeolus grinned widely as he walked down an alleyway, vanishing from view.

    “Finally, a little excitement.”
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    About a mile from Avalon, a crow circles over the abyss, having lost its way from the island while pursuing some prey or else fleeing some predator.

    It sees a faint light in the distance, growing brighter as it pierces the dark stormclouds. The crow circles upward in apprehension of the approaching light, but is caught off guard by the sudden deafening roar of a propellor and engine, as the light soars by it, a glass windshield smacking against the bird at full hundred-mile-an-hour force and sending it hurtling up into the air.

    “Ha! Serves you right you piece of **** flying rodent! I’m the king of the sky!”

    Kai Fishwash jumps in his chair at a simultaneous flash of lightning and crack of thunder, banking his plane hard to the right before correcting it and leveling out the wingspan.

    “Fuсk! Sorry about the bumpy ride back there! We’ll be at the airfield in Lower Avalon in just a minute or two! Barring unforeseeable--”

    A gust of wind flips the plane up to the right; Kai banks to the left and flattens it back out, overcorrecting just slightly and almost pitching into a barrel-roll by mistake.

    “---setbacks!”

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    Weidr never liked flying. It was dangerous, and his stomach never appreciated the changing altitudes. On the solid ground, Weidr is his own man, in the air, it's another matter. You might say he should've chosen another job, as the nature of his work required him to fly from place to place rather often. But here he was, once again in a plane. He would have paid for a better pilot and a smoother ride, but that would cost more money, and more money would require a different job. And so here he was, in a plane once again, once again with this mediocre pilot. Maybe he could've just stayed on Lokasen. They have frequent splinter incursions, which means plenty of work. But living there is not a prospect most find compelling. Thus, here he was. Once again. In a plane. Going to Avalon. With this mediocre pilot. This splinter sighting had better be worth it.

    Kai apologized for some turbulence and informed Weidr that they would land momentarily. Weidr grunted. "Good" he shouted up to the cockpit. As the landing zone entered his field of vision, Weidr tightened his grip on the armrest. He'd be on the ground again soon, provided he made it through the landing. Kai was usually dependable as a pilot, even if he wasn't the smoothest, neither in flight, nor in speech.
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    “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi… eh, that’s close enough to three minutes, right?”
    OOC: How does Aeolus know the word "Mississippi?" I'm genuinely confused.
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    Tal turned on the mechanvil.
    "Everything should work perfectly now, Draemon"

    "Thank ye koindleh, leitle mool-man"

    "What was that?" Tal always had trouble understanding Draemon's thick accent.

    "Ah was jus' saying tha' your 'elp is much 'preciated. Withoot ye' I dinnae wha' 'od a'len 'ood..." Draemon's speech trailed off into a mumble.

    "Right..." Tal nodded, not having any idea what Draemon was going on about. Likely, Draemon had had a bit too much mead. "I'll see you later."

    Tal exited the smithy and flipped down the sun-lenses on his goggles. The hot Vongolan sun beat down on the streets of Pjazi, one of the many mining settlements that had sprung up on Merz recent years. All the islands of Vongola were rich with minerals, but Merz held the motherlode. Whispers of a lost civilization deep beneath even the Gedrician burrows spurred an even speedier colonization; attracting not only miners looking to find the civilization's lost treasures, but also archaeologists and scholars. Tal believed that such a civilzation couldn't possibly exist; he would have already discovered it. He knew the tunnels underneath Merz better than anyone, being one of the few Gedric who dared to venture out to the surface. Most burrowkind were hindered by their xenophobic mistrust of surface-dwellers.

    As Tal continued toward the tunnels he noticed a rowdy crowd of miners gathered in the center of town. As he got closer, he noticed that they were picketing.

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    "Annoying" a man of great muscle and height muttered to himself as he pushed a shadowy monster off of him, before knocking it down to the floor. The beast crashed down before it body popped, the outer shell melting down into a liquid which fell like water, and a black smoke, which for a second was the shape of the splinters' body soon broke away and disappeared as it mixed into the air.


    "Come on, let's get you out of here" he looked down and smiled to one of the two girls behind him, "Hang on"


    Kneeling down he took the two in his arms before leaping straight up a great height and soon the three were in one of the higher levels of Avalon, where he landed on his legs creating two meteror like impacts underneath his feet, "Please take care. I'll be back here for you soon". He laid down one of the girls, her back leaning against a nearby wall. The other girl spun away and gave a big toothy smile in appreciation. The man, Lambert patted down her hair and smiled gently.

    He stood up and glared down the distance back to the lower levels of the kingdom,"Alright." He breathed deeply, "Let's get this over with." He put on the grin of a champion before stepping off the ledge with no regard for his own safety. He fell, no part of him flinching, apart from the back of his mask rippling in the air, before he landed down straight down onto another shadow creature.

    He lifted his foot as if he had stepped onto something gross before lifting the poor creature high up with one hand. Throwing it up, he punched it, crashing its body against a building where it was embedded for a bit before its body too broke apart in smoke and goo, "Okay, evil doers beware." a booming voice the same as a war cry shot out through the slums.

    The monster of a human, clad in armor of steel, a black cloth mask hiding his identity from the world came to save us all, prepared for a fight, "The Masked Knight has arrived"
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    Ansa Hifhildr awoke to the sound of screams. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, only half-awake.
    "What in the--"
    Outside her window, the unmistakable glow of a raging fire on the streets below jolted her fully awake.
    "Shit!"
    Jumping from bed and quickly tossing on her armor, she grabbed Zeal and Apathy her two swords, and bolted down the steps from her ramshackle Lower Avalon apartment two at a time. Reaching street level, what she saw before her made her think for a moment she might still be asleep in a nightmare. The entire row of buildings across from the apartment complex in which she lived was ablaze, and the unmistakable chattering of Splinters filled the air along with the screams of panicked and dying civilians. Ansa whipped out Zeal and ran along the side of the building complex, blowing chilled winds into the windows above her. Once she had reached the end, she turned to find the fire replaced with billows of smoke. Although the fire was out, the buildings seemed to be in bad shape.
    "And we just renovated the community library..."
    "Ma'am!"
    Ansa turned to find two members of the Avalon Protection Force running towards her.
    "What's happening!?"
    "Splinters, ma'am! A larger infestation we ain't ever seen before. There's hordes of the foul creatures on every block on the East Side, and they're spreading fast. If this isn't controlled soon, they might breach the perimeter into Middle Avalon!"
    "All right, you two escort civilians to a safe zone. The source of this infestation must be in the East Side; I'm going to find it and put an end to it."
    "All right ma'am, there should already be a squadron there; I'm sure they'll be more than happy to help out!"
    Ansa nodded and sprinted past the two. She had barely gone a block before she heard a soft chittering above her. She leapt out of the way as a Splinter landed where she had been not moments before, brandishing its claws and screeching loudly. Splinters began to crawl out of the windows and doors of the ruined houses around her. Ansa swirled around, firing with her pistol with pinpoint accuracy as the horde charged, downing several of them. A Splinter nearby lunged and Ansa sidestepped the attack, skewering the beast on Apathy. Freeing her sword from the Splinter's torso as it fell to the ground, Ansa slammed both swords into the ground as the remaining Splinters advanced. Immediately, the floor area in a ten-foot radius around Ansa was covered in a thick sheet of ice, and the remaining Splinters were impaled on razor-sharp icicles that sprang from the ground. Not hesitating, Ansa ran on ahead towards the source of the chaos.

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    As he stepped out of the plane, Weidr could smell it. The stench of splinters. He breathed it in slowly and grinned. In the sky, he was in Kai's element. Here, he was in his own. Lower Avalon wasn't quite Lokasen, but it had its fair share of incursions. He took a second to look around. The streets were deserted, and some houses had slash marks and broken windows. A fire was billowing in the distance, and the whole place covered in shadow. Looking up, he noticed that the storm seemed strangely concentrated in one area. A bubble at the top of Avalon was to be expected, but the storm seemed to be completely focused on this area of Lower Avalon. Kai had shut off the engine for a minute to take a short break before setting off again. Well, time to get started, thought Weidr. He looked at the street sign to get a bearing and he froze.

    Derren's Alley? No, that's nearly 300 miles from the splinter incursion. What happened here? Unless it's in their sector, people stay on the streets during splinter incursions. And the stench is unmistakably splinters. Why was there no emergency signal calling for help, if it looks like this? What is going on here?

    Weidr didn't have much time to think, as 3 splinters came into view in the distance. Two class C's and class B. They spotted Weidr, and began to advance slowly. The class C's had the shape humans, though substantially larger. The class B, on the other hand, was more akin to an thyrth in stature, though its right arm cut off at the elbow. "kai!" Weidr shouted. "Warm up the engine, and then come help me down here. Splinters are approaching. Something is really wrong here. We're killing them and getting out." Weidr removed his staff from his backpack and pouring seithr into it. As the wood began to creak and bend, he notched the first arrow.

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    Thrusting his right foot forward, Lambert stopped the charge of the splinter coming right for him. Grabbing the monster's two needle like arms, he rolled onto his back upsetting the abomination's balance. It hovered above the hero, held up by the man's leg. On what could only be called the splinter's face, a shell shifted down it neck, revealing underneath a mouth split into four slabs of fresh. The monster opened it mouth, seither poofing out on everytime it exhaled and with four fangs it try viciously to maul the masked man. An ugly one. These things all looked so different. All the shapes and forms would almost be interesting with each one wasn't as horrifying as the last, "Up you go."

    The masked knight let go of the monster's arms and lifting his left leg gave it a good kick that sent it up on the air. Jumping back to his feet. He let out a breath of air before uppercutting the beast just as it was landing back down.He scanned the area. For a moment he was sure that the street, where he was at least was clear at the moment.

    This was soon proven wrong only a moment later when a elderly woman ran with as much life as she could muster towards his location. One of the nightmare like beings behind, practically over her.His eyes grew wide as his knees became ready to cover the distance between himself and the citizen. The splinter was a bit faster. It had sprung up, ready to pounce on top of what it thought would be an easy meal or kill, whatever the motive for it's rampage. The thing would never hit flesh for a loud boom rang out and an seemly invisible force hit it, flinging it off path.Lambert looked in the distance.

    Two men in uniforms were there. Both equipped with a bolt action rifles, one which was smoking, a clear sign that it was fires. Both also had small buckler shields on their left hands.The buckler were standard issue if he remembered correctly. Minor familiars, couldcreate a weak barrier in front of the user to keep people off of them."The Avalon Protection Force," Sitz muttered to himself as his eyes for just a moment grew hard "I'm surprised they made their way down here. Would of thought the higher ups would have the whole damn squad around Middle Avalon"He shook those feelings away before walking to the men, putting on what he imagine woild be a heroic smile "Good morning sirs, anywhere that needs help"

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