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Hey!!! I heard some people want parties. Therefore, I made a party. Come in, have some fun. I'm sure the DA and TUBA will bring baked goods. Have fun. I'll go ahead and start the rootbeer flowing now. @Voidus @Archer

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Welcome to the arena of valour! The flat sandy stadium you know too well has gone under some renovations, to the left, you can see a small lake! feel free to go for a swim there! To the right, you see a mock-village! excellent cover and hiding spots there! Good luck contestants and make this a show worth watching!

Here is how it is going to work. Each day will be posted by an assigned someone, once the Countdown has ended for that said day or night. This will continue as a normal FFRP, with the addition of a timer for day and night. I am attempting to embed a timer if I can't seem to get that to work then here is the timer. The timer is here to keep pressure off people who are say across the world from other Alleyverse members, allowing them to participate in either day/night cycles. Forces involved and Allies AU Ghostbloods Canton of Combat Liebrary Sentinel Black Cusade Maps *** Dawn broke, the sun cresting the AlleyMountians. Interestingly enough the sun rose Northwest and set in the Southeast. Solace stood upon the AlleyOutlook watching the sun rise into the sky. He turned and stalked back to his command tent, his double shadow, on real and the other the Alleyspren, his spren. Nobody else was quite up, though his closest generals, and battalionlords awaited him in the command tent. Solace tossed the entrance flaps aside, striding in. He was greeted by grim faced generals and members of his council that had showed up. Only poor Rashan Caer had answered the call. Well sort of, he had been with them until he died and lost his memory. Solace was unsure whether or not Rashan had recovered from his amnesia. Other members allowed inside the tent were La TaiRu, Veil, Devaan. So liitle of his guild had responded. He was disappointed. But that was for a different time. He stepped up to the table. It held a map of the AlleyCity. The city that was occupied by the Black Crusade. "The troops we have right now are immediate reserves I have kept here in the forest. I am unsure whether forces from the Canton of Combat or the Liebrary has forces that will join and aid us. That can be discussed later. As for the plan of attack. The only thing that can reach the city from here is the ballista on the back of our only assault Lifeless Hemalurgic Chasmfiend, ALHC. I want it to attack the defending towers, here." Solace said pointing to the towers along the Southwest wall. "I will lead a our 20 Windrunners and Skybreakers on an attack on the wall. Veil you will come with me on this. Once a portion of the wall is secure and the towers are destroyed, will our coinshots launch from the Transport Lifeless Hemalurgic Chasmfiend, TLHC, to the walls. From there will we open the gates. We only have enough troops for a dedicated assault on Southwest and South gates. From there I want four hundred of our Heavy infantry to come assist. The three fifty that are left will be reserves as well as the Calvary, should the black crusade or any other foolish guild decide to attack our position. This will be the rear guard, La TaiRu, you are in charge of this group, also keep an eye on Rashan please, monitor his condition and report back to me tonight. Devaan, I trust that you will lead the Heavy infantry into the city once we open those gates, you will be in charge of the main attack force. Should we get both gates open, you may decide whether to split your forces and send them to both gates. Drakon, leader of the Black Crusade will regret he dared kill me. Gather your forces we attack in an hour's time." Everyone in the room nodded. People began to file out of the tent, however one remained, La TaiRu. Solace walked over to the man who poured over the map. he clapped a hand on TaiRu's shoulder. "I will need to contact the rest of our members and inform them what is happening. We need any much help and reinforcements as possible. We won't be able to secure the AlleyCity otherwise." He said. Solace left the man as he nodded, mistcloak swirling about him. He returned to the Outlook. _______ One hour later. Ten Windrunners and ten Skybreakers stood with him looking at the Alleycity with its Black Crusade Banners waving in the wind. Only Solace could see them. Each member of his group wore shardplate and bore shardlances. He nodded to both squad leaders operating their specific Order, signifying that it was time. With a yell he leaped off the overlook, falling hundreds of feet, slowing himself with a coin. He wore his hybrid mistcloak with a hood over a black and red armor, a belt with as many allomantic vials as he could carry allowing space for only his hand cannons, and IV awakened [Light]sabers. As always he wore his black and red mask. interestingly enough where the left eye hole should be was smooth metal instead. He hit the ground running. The Windrunners formed up around him flying a few inches above the ground, as the Skybreakers took to the air above him. The Skybreakers were commanded to lash the friendly fire and destroy enemy return fire. They would join when Solace reached the wall. A ballista bolt struck the ground near him, it was difficult for Skybrekers to identify the bolts but it wasn't impossible. Solace ran forward. dodging boulders tossed from catapults and bolts from ballista. He phased back and forth from the cognitive realm and back to the physical realm burning pewter as he ran. None of his radiants fell on the initial charge, but there would be many more casualties to follow. Upon arriving to the Southwest wall he stopped burning pewter and instead burned Steel and Duralumin, throwing himself into the air, burning pewter right after to prevent himself from being torn apart. He shot past the defenders on the wall, mistcloak fluttering furiously. He slowed an began to plummeted back to the ground. he had expertly projected himself at an angle where he would land on the wall, not shoot over it or back down to the ground where he had come from. During the fall he restored metals that he had lost. The Windrunners had begun their attack, battering at the Black crusade defenders, and were soon joined by the Skybreakers. He landed in the middle of them with enough force to crack to stone around him. He always had a flair for dramatic entrances and had passed that on to Rhazien. He smiled beneath his mask. He waited ten heartbeats and his blade, Kindness, fell into it. Kindess granted him the surges of Division and transportation. A weapon he had acquired long ago. With a snarl he attack the defenders. The war had begun. Day 1 Night 1 Day 2

A man from a time long past stepped up to a building that dated even himself. A strong sweet scent poured itself from inside. He made his way inside, moving past tables and chairs which had been mangled. He looked to the far wall, the 4th wall, and smiled at how new it looked. Amazing how it repaired so fast after... it cracked again. He turned and made his way behind the counter, reaching under and grabbing a handful of what he came for: root beer flavored strawberry gum. Pocketing the gum, he walked through the swinging doors back outside, taking one last look at the sign which hung over this once beloved place. "Root Beer Bar" As he walked away something made him stop. He turned back and reached up, grabbing the sign. Yanking it from over the door, he made his way into a nearby alley. He could bring life at a new venue. Not too long after: The man was tired of moving. So much of it. And now, he had finally decided to stop moving. He walked down from the top floor of his newly purchased building onto the main floor. Booths along the walls of the place were areas people could talk in quiet. The rest of the open space was full of round tables and chairs, ready for people to use. It had taken him awhile to get it all, but he could finally open the place. The floorboards were silent as he moved to the window and flipped the little sign in the window. Open for business at last.

Mac floats in the middle of Mediators pantheon, ready to make a big announcement. "It has come to my attention that this age of people is woefully ignorant about the most glorious of garb, the most amazing of apparel, the most radiant regalia. Robes. Robes have fallen out of fashion, and with them, the sign of an educated and civilized age. Today I make the announcement that I am starting the ARM. The Alleyverse Robe Movement. Our goal is to raise awareness of the coolest of clothes, and bring them back into fashion. Some of you may be wondering about how this can be, how can an unbiased make a guild if he is to remain unbiased? The answer is that this is not a guild, it is a movement. This movement has supporters and admirers, but it doesn't exist as an organized entity. I am not violating the oaths that I took to remain unbiased. Thank you."

Devaan looked around after landing on the ground of the sandy arena floor, the grandstands were empty, and there was no opponent in front of him. Was he early again? storms. he really had to get better timing with the duel, he may as well get ready. Devaan slid 5 cards up his left sleeve, and 5 cards up his right sleeve into special compartments, no way anyone who isn't a tineye or a sparker would notice them. He draws two cards and holds one up, 9 of books; Aon Sheo and ties it to an awakened doll, creating an illusion that looks exactly like himself that walked around the arena, with the command: Imitate me. Strapping the second card, 2 of Boots; Aon Tia to the doll, he can now switch places with it by activating the card at will. Unfortunately, if Devaan drew sethramir, the illusion would collapse. It felt good to get into another duel.

Participants: The Deep Serpent (@I think I am here.) VS The Devourer (@Voidus) KAIJU FIGHT!!!! ___________________________________________________________________________________ It waited beneath the sands, moving through the earth, consuming that which lay before it. It moved suddenly to the other place, the place with the black sky and the ocean that wasn't an ocean. Beads of glass replaced the dirt, rock and sand that it had been consuming, but it ate the spheres no less rapidly than it did the sands. Burrowing through the sea with the same determination. The spheres flared to life inside it when they were eaten, granting fresh vigour, life, energy. It slammed into something solid, stopping its progress through the sea. It felt along the surface of the barrier, feeling for perhaps the millionth time the walls of its prison. The walls extended in both planes that it lived in, shutting it off from any means of getting out, and they had proven impossible to destroy with force. It was rare that the Devourer even tested the walls these days, but this time it was thankful it did. It felt something different about the wall, a weakening that was rapidly growing. The wall began to give under the pressure of its claws, began to tear as it bit into it with its mandibles. Finally the wall shattered entirely, releasing it from the small cube of ocean that it could normally feed on, and out into the wider ocean. The limitless source of food for it to consume. It moved back to the other place of sand and earth, finding itself similarly unconstrained there. The walls were gone. It moved through the earth, consuming new earth at last. A few small, burrowing creatures were consumed as well. Gone before they knew it was coming. It pulled at some of its sand, raising itself up on a few ribbons, it breached into open air. A small, wooden thing lay in front of it, bulbous at the base it branched out into many branches. The Devourer reached out with one of its claws, delicately pulling the Boab tree from the ground before ramming it into its mouth. A small treat, not filling enough for its tastes. It could range far now, devour more. Devour everything. To the west it saw a large blue surface, the ocean of this plane. It wondered if devouring that would give it energy the same way the ocean of the other place did. It wondered if that hated creature was still in the oceans of this place. The Devourer hoped that it was, so that it too could be devoured.

“Welcome everyone to the dual between Soul and Naermen!” The announcer proclaimed loudly. The sound echoed through the entrance where Soul waited in the dark. As the last word faded away Soul stepped out into the arena. Dual aluminum swords crossed on his back, cloak billowing dramatically, and his spren, El, spiraling around him in a reflective stream of liquid. Soul was slightly nervous, as he had never been in a one on one dual before, although he had been in a few dozen wars. Watching Naermen exit a tunnel on the opposite side of the arena, he started burning aluminum. El formed into a young women and hovered next to Soul. “What’s the plan?” “Hmm, since I’m not sure about her power set, let’s go with Toilet Bowl mixed with Rocking Chair. If that doesn’t work, we’ll come up with something else.”

It had been a month since Rhazien and Yzabet were married. That said their honeymoon was cut short once people had pursued him, one his honeymoon. The nerve these people had! He had only left his place of sanctuary only a few time on the promise he would use Aon Shao. The Aon he had studied non stop in his time in hiding. He had found the Aviar he had originally attempted to bargain before everyone had tried to kill him. He sighed, and pulling up his sleeve to see the black poisoning spreading through his veins. His entire arm were nearly black. Thankfully it was spreading upward, so Yzabet couldn't see what was happening to him, though the upward spread brought him closer to death. He returned to this work of Bloodsealing. He had just picked it up from the books he borrowed. The man he took them from wouldn't mind as he was dead. He carved in the final touches and applied the blood to insignia and pressed it against the skeleton in front of him. The creature awoke with the symbol on its head glowing for a moment. He placed a fresh vial of blood beneath the skeletons nose. "Track this person and eliminate them." He commanded, giving it one of his aluminum swords. The target wasn't important but it was necessary to see if the creature was functional.

Nothing works, there is no solution. My CS has passed into the beyond, and as of now, there is no known method to return it to existence. I guess that this is the end. I don't know why I'm writing this down. I've never kept journals, or anything similar. And my last words are already recorded somewhere, because they were said by my original body during the trial. I am writing this as a husk, a collection of experiences speaking through the mouth of Mack. So maybe this gets shown? I don't know. Never really planned on dying, so I didn't plan a funeral, or write a will or anything. Which I should probably do. Mac stood up from his desk and grabbed another piece of paper, his will was going to be simple, but it still needed to be written down. The memory decay was happening quicker now, and he didn't have much time. He didn't want to drain another metalmind, because that would be delaying the inevitable. He rung the bell to have a few acolytes come in to witness it. To whom it may concern, I Mac*, do affirm* that I* am of sound mind* and that this is my will*. Any chrysts that I own, or any chrysts in guild accounts that I run, should be put into one account and available to anyone who has the password. Any property that I own should be given to the DA as well. My 4 awakened blades are to be distributed as followed, one to @Grey Knight. Another to Mack, a third to @LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian, and a fourth to @Kidpen. Because technically Mack swore the oath to Queen Elsa Steelheart, He will retain possession of the Iceblade and the shardblade granted to him as a privilege of membership. Also, as noted in my contract of employment with the DA, the DA has any rights to any cognitive entity that I may leave behind, pieces of my spirit web, any hemalurgic constructs or blueprints I have made, any hemalurgic spikes I have, full catering rights at my funeral, if there is one, and any baked goods I have in my possession. Note that this does not include my body. Not sure what happened with that, but the DA has no rights to my corpse. So if someone manages to find it, yay for them. That's about it, I don't think I have much else. Anything that I didn't mention I want to have launched into the sun. The DA Rocket science department can handle that. He waited for the acolytes to come in to witness it. When they arrived, he wrote the last three lines. Signed, Mac* *DA Disclaimer applies. After he folded up his will, Mac stood and looked out the window into the endless abyss of the alleys. It was beautiful, but sadly he couldn't stay. This is it Mack, thank you for being mny host for a while, but now I'm done. By the way the password to the bank account is v01dusr0x Finally! You've taken like the last three months of my life. Get out of my storming head and stay dead already! Screw you Mack, screw you. I'm dying here and all you think about is your self? Utterly selfish. With that, he walked over to a coppermind and stored Mac into it. Never to be drawn again. "Frickin hated that guy, Glad he's out." Mack walked over to the wall and grabbed his blade, then proceeded out the door. With the number of spikes that Mac stuck in him, he should still be recognized as a member of the DA. Just long enough to get out at least. As he made it to the nearest alley to the Craftsmen base, he pulled over a acolyte and told him what had happened, then sprinted out of the alleys before they got mad at him trespassing.

"I will liberate those who's freedom has been denied." Kilo whispered. It had been a long time, but now was the time. His goal? To free the listener children who were being overworked and mistreated. His spren had encouraged this, though they weren't fully bonded yet. Kilo was in a ravine. There was a Highstorm expected to clash with the Everstorm here in a few days, but this was the best base of operations he could find without being noticed. He wore a set of double bracers. They were composed of Iron, Duralumin, Electrum, and Bendalloy. He didn't want/need the others as they would ruin the purpose of this mission, and unless Soul (@Life&Death) decided to show up, he as of yet, unable to use his surges. The interesting aspect of the bracers were the large gemstones embedded in them. They were large chiorite ones, just for dramatic flair. They were also dun. Kilo had learned the listener language, Alethi, and Thaylen. He had studdied the Rhythms and had memorized them. He tapped connection, of which he had been storing up months of, and set to climbing out of the chasm.

@I think I am here.'s character: @LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian's character: The crowd goes wild! Fabrial spotlights dance around the arena, lighting up the gargantuan crowd around it. People cheer, throwing up their signs and eating their hotdogs. And Rashan stands in the middle of it. His opponent, Cuthbert, stands on the opposite side, waiting to attack. Rashan smiles. This battle will be over quick. (Lopen has agreed he will fight tomorrow, and we both agreed to start the thread now. Can someone please volunteer to be a mediator?)

Rhazien woke strapped to a table, unable to see. He knew he wasn't blind, but he could see due to the level of darkness in the room. The room he lay in was silent. Only the sound of his breathing reached his ears. He struggled against the cords that bound him but to no avail. "Atha! I need you," he hissed. There was no answer from his spren. Though a voice did speak. "You spren is gone, she has left to see the Taker of Secrets." The voice said. Rhazien couldn't make out where the person was but he could make out a general location. He voice had sounded near his feet. He struggled some more at the thought of losing his spren and his ability to surgebind. "It is time to begin." The voice said. A candle was lit and a hood pulled back. Rhazien stared in horror at the creature before him. The man seemed to be a fusion of Dakhor monk and inquisitor. Two large spikes replaced the eyes and Rhazien could see the spike in the mans chest where the robe didn't hide the metal. People were filed in all tied together by a string around their necks. The man began to chant and Rhazien screamed, emitting a very guttural painful noise. Before he blacked out he stored his first memory. *** The wind blew gently through the grass, making the individual blades of grass seem as if they were dancing. Rhazien stood overlooking the Alleyvillage, upon a grassy cliffside. He returned his gaze to his three companions; Akrasia, Mac, and Lopen. He approached them three honorblades stuck hilt up the ground before each. Looked at each of them before speaking. "As soon as you swear the Oath you are entitled to these baldes before you. Be warned, should you break the oath, I and whoever should be with me in the Ghostbloods upon the breaking of your Oath will seek to wipe every trace of your essence from the face of all three realms." He told them, stonefaced. "I now as you each to swear the Oath of Loyalty." "I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely support and defend the Ghostbloods and its decrees against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; to forsake all other guilds and clans within the Alleyverse. That I will bear arms on behalf of the Ghostbloods when required by the Council; that I will gather all information, intelligence, and recruitment (when necessary) when required by the Council; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the Council; and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me Adonalsium." Each said in unison. "Let the Alleyverse tremble at this day, for we shall rule them." Rhazien said, overlooking the alleyverse, with hand streched forth. "There will be a day where we have ultamate power over this place and it's people. It will be glorious." *** When Rhazien awoke he felt stronger, faster, more powerful. He noticed that he was no longer on a table but a comfortable mattress. He stood dressing in a Dakhor rode that was provided for him. Upon exiting his abode, he came face to face with the inquisitor monk. "walk with me." He commanded. "Who are you?" Rhazien asked. "My name is Vatheson." He replied. "what does Wyrn require of me?" Another question. "that you complete your collection." Came the answer. "What exactly did you do to me?" "we gave you the ability of enhanced strength and speed as well as negate and resist Aons. It required the death of fifty innocents." "I see." "this was the price you had to pay to acquire this power." "I know." Rhazien said. "I must return to the Alleyverse." "Of course you must but not now. The othe selish abilities you seek are here." Vatheson informed him. "I tell you two things. The first it that we Dakhor monks will fight with you when the time comes. You have earned our respect. The second is that you will face a old friend who you pass through these doors." Rhazien paused. He stood in front of a large double oaken door. He pushed it open to confront whoever waited inside. *** If you have questions or are just reading this for the first time wondering what is going on then click here to read Phase 1

Devaan, wearing a white suit with a black tie and a white hat enters into the duelling arena with a flash of light. He puts the card he was holding up back in his deck. "Aon Tia is a great way to get around," he says, remembering a duel where a combatant said the same, that was a tough battle, it ended in a stalemate. Devaan looks around and sees... no one? where is everyone? did he get the location wrong? was he early? he glances at his pocket watch, he's early. Devaan sits down cross-legged and absently shuffles his cards, waiting, subtly tapping three tinminds, for hearing, feeling and scent. If someone were to sneak up on him, he would know.

Much as been going on in the Alleyverse that is for sure. But I felt like I needed to post this because much of us don't know what Freeform Roleplay is. Well, I found something that should define it thoroughly I hope. It is in the spoiler below, for length. This should help everyone learn how to do FFRP correctly. Anyways another reason to post this it to start an FFRP that heats up to The Guild War, if it does result in that. All of that will occur here to give us some practice. As I am posting this. I will be explaining/ storyboarding my quest in the quote below. I expect this to take at least a month and a half, and hope that many of you Alleyversers participate in this! Another thing, all guild interactions should happen here, unless it is top secret. Just as a heads up, please put non-rp chat in a different color or quote. "Rules" of FFRP @MacThorstenson thoughts as by @Voidus Rhazien left the gathering room. The room was rather more a representative table, where the guilds met and discussed topics. Much of them dissolved over arguing over Hemalurgy. No Rhazien could not stand this. He immediately dissolved the Ghostbloods. He did not want to be puppets to anyone or any group. He rubbed his Ghostblood tattoo absentmindedly. Septimus and Nei'an immediately took control forming the New Ghostbloods. He sighed. His spren, Atha, sat on his shoulder. He turned once more looking at the Mediator building before descending the stairs. Rhazien wore a simple traveling cloak, black on the outside and red on the inside. The only armor he wore were upon his arms. Spikes jutted from his pauldrons. He checked his aluminum shortswords at his waist and his broadsword upon his back. He secured his aluminum Kunai on his person. Rhazien flipped his hood up sidestepping into an alley, a safe, neutral one. He unhooked a white mask stylized with red. Placing it over his face. This was the true face of Rhazien. The world would fear him regardless of his association. Yes, fear. His favorite emotion to force upon other people. He was no longer Sahin the Just rather Rhazien the Undefeated. He walked to the place where he had stashed his most important belongings, notes, money, and other interesting things. He pulled a few bricks from a house, uncovering the satchel. Rhazien snatched it. He quickly checked the inside making sure nothing was taken. He breathed a sigh of relief. He checked to see if anyone was following him. He saw no-one. Good. nobody could know what he worked on. Time to be going. He threw on the satchel and fled the alley.

@Gancho Libre's character: @MoHaam's character: The arena is empty, the bleachers uncharacteristically silent. Breaths are held, hands are clenched, people are hurridly striding back towards their seat, after having left to gather arena food. All is still. Then, the gigantic doors on either side of the stadium begin to creak open, and light floods into the otherwise dark tunnels beyond. Into the arena steps two duelists; two gladiators; two opportunists who have sought to claim superiority over the other. One, a man of average height, stunned the audience with an array of colorful clothing. The other, a scrawny man, bearing scratches and scars alike, wore a thick overcoat. "Welcome to one battle of many, the Contest of Champions!" The fabrial loudspeaker projected a deep and... inspiring voice. The silence surrounding the stadium shattered into shouts and cries. "Announcing the Competitors!" More screams from the crowd. "On the western door emerges Nei'an, a Scadrian. One the eastern door emerges Riathor, also Scadrian. Today, they battle for glory and honor!" The audience went crazy, as they always did for a duel. A couple of them pointed out that Honor was dead. The two competitors strode for the center of the arena, and once there shook hands, murmuring good luck for the other. However, both of them took the chance given to them to size up their opponents. And both of them soon became convinced in their ability to beat the other. "Announcing the Mediator, @Mraize!" The loudspeaker cried. The audience, if possible, yelled louder. Louder and louder as the mediator walked towards the special mediator box, for his presence signaled the beginning of the fight. Yelling, stamping, whistling, screaming, NOISE. Then silence again. Wonderful silence. None spoke. Preparations were being made. The Mediator prepared to mediate, the announcer prepared to announce, the entertainers, the fighters, prepared to entertain. Finally, the loudspeakers blared once more. "Mediator, are you ready?" Mraize nodded. "Competitors, are you ready?" Riathor responded by summoning his Shardblade, and Nei'an responded by pulling a bag-like package out of his coat. "Then BATTLE!" That last word seemed to be the ok-sign for the audience to resume their chatter, which they did with exaggerated tones. Mraize watched intently (or perhaps he took a short nap, but let's assume he watched), and the two opportunists situated inside the arena began to run towards each other with a dark, dangerous passion.

Kidpen's Character: @Blazenella's character: Welcome back to the ring dueling fans! We have two fighters in the ring today. In one corner, we have Kalmar! He has come back from his loss to Rhazien to try and win back his honor in a duel. And in this corner we have Septimus! Here to settle a grudge over Kalmar's discovery of secrets. Let's have a clean fair fight here guys.

On a floating island, a man sat. A man so Unbiased, that he had reached Deific levels of Unbiasness. On the island, there were miles of gardens, and rivers and lakes, all carefully cultivated to a perfect standard of perfection. In the center, there was a collection of buildings, built to look like those of Ancient Romans, made of pearly white marble. In the center, there was a building reminiscent of the parthenon, also made of marble and had gold highlights. Around them was an assortment of administrative buildings, many Agoras, various bath houses, and bakeries. Inside of the central building, the Praetorium et Incorruptam, there was a depression, inside of which there was a long table with chairs around it, low enough that anyone on the sides of the building could look down in and observe the proceedings. there were also doors leading to private rooms. Around the depression, there was a pathway large enough for many people to stand on and look down into the conference. On the far side of the island sat massive palaces of every style, these were for the Unbiased ones. Inside an opulent gold and marble palace, Mac sat. Overseeing his creation. Using his mastery of Alleymatics, he increased the power of his voice, so that the entire island could here him. "Welcome to the Mediator guild of the Alleyverse," ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to the Mediator guild of the Alleyverse. We mediate fights and make sure that everyone is able to have a good time. We enforce the Alleyverse RP rules. This guild is structured into the three tiers listed below: Unbiased Ones: people who join this type must cut off all ties to any guilds involved with the alley-verse, they can judge all fights and make some important rules decisions, at least SOME experience with the alley-verse is required to be an Unbiased one. They are also responsible for issuing extra revivals beyond the first. These guys are the major enforcers. Representitives: each guild can nominate 1 or 2 members to be a rep, they can still fight, but they can't mediate, they (along with the leaders of each guild) help make decisions on the alley-wars rules, record deaths (who is dead, and who has been revived) and assassinations. Regular Mediator: People who join this can still be affiliated with guilds, but cannot mediate actions between any guild that they are in. Their jobs is to mediate duels and assassinations between guilds that they aren't affiliated with. They can mediate as many conflicts as they feel appropriate. For example, lets say @LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian wants to become a Regular Mediator, he cannot mediate a fight between the DA and the LA because he is part of the DA, but CAN moderate a fight between tCoC and the LA, because he is not affiliated with either guild. Unbiased Ones are non-combatants, therefore they cannot kill or be killed. (I mean, you can try to kill us, but we have Completely OP Powers. The council of Unbiased Ones have the equivalent power of 9000+ Adonalsium's.) Regular Mediators and Reps can be killed, but that will not stop them from being able to moderate. Please send any applications to the thread: This thread is for RP, and where public decisions are made inside of the guild. For RP purposes, the Meetings will occur in the Praetorium, that is also where the Reps will meet. The unbiased ones get the palaces as compensation for having to be unbiased and leave all the guilds.

Mraize's Character: BitBitio's Character: "And now," The Announcer shouted, "I give you the Champion of this Arena, Rhazien Voylderyin!" The Champion, Rhazien, strode into the Arena, a confident grin on his face. Put on a show. He thought. "And the Challenger, Kane Mentiz!" The Announcer declared. Here we go. He thought. This is what I wanted. The two shook hands. "Prepare to lose." Kane said.

A long, long, time ago a lonely man in a dungeon somewhere had a vision, a vision for a war to end all wars. A war between factions, a war so powerful and awesome, it would be remembered for centuries. A guild war. But not any guild war. The Great Guild War. He made a prophecy of the war inscribed in metal, and over generations of time it got passed down from owner to owner. All had read about the war happening, but none had done anything, for it was not the time for the war. All had waited, and none had taken action. Except for me. Ladies and Gentlemen, a war is coming. The Prophecy had foretold it thousands of years ago, and it's here, just about to dawn on us. But it's not happened. I suspect it is some force trying to stop it, trying to keep all the guilds from fighting. And so we must take action. And so I'm calling everyone, men and women, Awakeners and Radiants, Metalborn and More, to help. WE MUST START THE NEW WAR. TO FULFILL THE PROPHECY. I cannot do it alone. The voice of one man is hardly enough to start this great war. I need everyone. AND WHEN WE'RE DONE, WHEN THE GREAT WAR IS FULL IN MOTION, THEN WE WILL KNOW WE SUCCEEDED. (In case that was hard to understand, I basically want to initiate the biggest war in guild history, but I can't do it alone. PM me to become a part of the team.)

Mraize's Alleyverse character: Grey Knight's Alleyverse character: - The medics had brought him new clothes which he immediately put on. He was humiliated, yes, but he would do anything to win a fight. The medics supplied him with the original amount of breath he had from the previous fights and restocked him with stormlight. He breathed it in healing himself. Just then a man in Shardplate enters the arena. Must be the next match. Rhazien thinks to himself. He begins his exit. "You," the man growls, freezing and eyeing Rhazien hatefully. Rhazien stops and regards the newcomer. He sighs. Another challenger? One of the Medics gives him gold to tap. Health flows through him, healing him in a combined effort with the stormlight. He additionally taps bronze. Alertness floods him and he is able to stand up straight. “Yes? What about me?” The man before him draws a massive sword. It was impressive but nothing compared to his Athablade. "My name, Rhazien, is Drako He'Stan. You killed my father. Prepare to die." "Fine. I won't hesitate to murder you either. Who did I kill? I do that a lot." Rhazien replied, waving away the medics. "I think you'll actually remember him," Drako says. "He betrayed you, and the rest of TUBA, the moment you let him in." Drako sheathes his sword, frowning. "To be fair, Brother Daniel was a demonic rage machine," he said. "I'm glad that traitor is dead. But he was my father." Drako grabs his bolter and pulls on his helmet. "A non-lethal duel," he says, "to restore my family's honor. And maybe take down the current Arena champion. What do you say?" Nei'an, a man who wore no medical uniform, watched this, having somehow entered the medical wing of the arena. Nobody questioned his presence, because every time someone tried to kick him out, Nei'an would twirl his newly acquired knife in a careless, but threatening, way. "What's wrong with demonic rage machines?" He asked the strange man in Shardplate. "Ah, yesssss. I do remember him. I quite enjoyed that murder." Rhazien says, ignoring the man. Rhazien summons Atha as a greatsword and stabs the blad into the arena stone. "I agree to a non-lethal battle. If you win, your honor is restored, whereas if I win I retain my title, my dignity, and you will not bother me again. Do we have a deal?" Rhazien holds his hand out. Drako shakes Rhazien's hand, careful to not crush it into a fleshy pulp. Rhazien picks his sword back up. Readying himself.

Please note that the poll above will not determine the outcome of the match but rather to see what you the members think. Mraize's alleyverse character Archer's Alleyverse character ---------------------------------------- "Welcome to the first ever Challenge of Champions!" An announcer booms. "Down in the ring is our referee, @MacThorstenson! Entering on the left of the arena is Mace, a Feruchemist! And in the right we have Rhazien Voylderyrin, a Elsecaller of the 3rd ideal and an awakener of the first heightening!" The arena is large spacious circle. Mace and Rhazien square up with Mac between them. "Let's review some of the rules. There will be no instance or circumstance where you will be allowed to kill the other. You will be allowed to maim the other combatant as long as you do not deal life threatening injuries. You are not allowed to leave the arena in at any time during the battle, shadesmar being the exception as long you do not leave the arena in the Cognitive realm. The match will only end once one of you yields. One will forfeit combat if either you break any of the rules." Rhazien shook his opponent's hand. "May the best combatant win, friend" "The same to you." Mace replied, firmly gripping Rhazien's hand. "Fighters ready yourselves!" Mac declared. Rhazien fell into flamestance, his inkspren, Atha, formed into a shardblade. Rhazien breathed in stormlight. The pair of them ha been give enough power to finish the match. "And so the match begins!" @Archer You may go first, out of the deepest sincerest part of my heart.

Mraize's Alleyverse character: Kidpen's Alleyverse character: ---------------------------------------- Kalmar Roleplay: Relevant stuff: Once again, the announcer boomed from above: "What's this!? A new man has arrived to challenge the champion, Rhazien! In this corner, we have the reigning champion, an Elsecaller of the 3rd ideal, and awakener, Rhazien!!!!". The crowd boomed upon his name. "And in this corner, someone who apparently wears glasses, the challenger!" No one cheered at this. The enemies came forward to shake hands. "May the best man win" Rhazien said. "I plan too" responded Kalmar. With this, he put on his Firebringer's lenses and prepared himself for anything. @Mraize, you can go first.