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  1. It was an ugly night, even as nights in the Underground went. One of late summer's storms had hit New Lere the day before, and all the muck running off the city's glass towers and trickling through its gutters made its way down here, raining filth onto the undercity. There's a metaphor in there, somewhere. Stasia wove her way through the hot, murky streets, hood up despite the muggy air to assail the worst of the drizzle. She did her best not to think about what was slicking her shoulders as she passed through a cloud of steam that billowed out from a vendor's food cart; the stench of urine and garbage was briefly overpowered by the scent of steamed buns. Stasia stopped, peered at the vendor's offerings, and slipped the older man half a credit for two of the pale, fluffy pastries. He grinned at her with a mouth of largely-intact teeth, and she nodded back. She ate the buns hurriedly and with little ceremony, careful to duck her head to avoid eating New Lere's gutter leavings in addition to her meal. There was no telling what would be on offer once she arrived at the meeting point, but she somehow doubted that there would be steamed buns. It was best to eat when one found the chance. Stasia crammed the last third of her second bun into her mouth when she caught sight of the little "C" scratched into the old stone wall that lead down an unremarkable-looking alley. She finished chewing, swallowed, and ducked down the passage without ceremony. The first rule of sneaking was to avoid looking sneaky. No one gave you a second glance if you moved as though you were meant to be there. And I am meant to be here, she thought with a tiny, wry smile. It had been a while since she'd been given a job that required this type of covert observation. Stasia half-suspected that Kurt was feeling guilty for the six months she'd spent in an accounting firm this past year. Being sent down here was dangerous, but at least it was exciting. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the deeper gloom as she walked, and soon the shape of a man resolved itself from the dark, leaning against the wall. "Evening, love," he said, his voice easy. His posture was calm, but ready for trouble. Stasia didn't look like much of a threat, but that didn't mean much in New Lere. Anyone could look like anything. Stasia held up twenty credits between her middle and index finger. "Here for the latest vintage," she said. The man took her twenty cred and raised one dark eyebrow. "A bottle, or a glass?" "We'll see which one breaks first," she replied, completing the passphrase. The man pocketed the credits, then knocked three times against an old, overflowing dumpster that appeared to take up the entire back portion of the alley. Stasia nodded and walked around the dumpster to the opposite side to find another man heaving up a thick, iron door that had been set flush into the brick floor of the alley. A set of ancient-looking stone stairs descended into darkness broken by flickers of neon light that played against the rough stone walls. The growl of a heavy base line pulsed up into the night. She descended without a word, trailing one hand against the wall as the door was lowered back into place above her. Then, in the dark, Stasia began to Change. Her skin bled from a rich brown to golden tan, and a dusting of freckles appeared on her nose and cheeks. Her eyes shifted from hazel to bright amber, narrowing and tilting up at the edges. As she continued down the steps, she stripped off her coat and turned it inside-out, swapping the dingy grey for the far nicer deep blue that had previously hidden as her lining. When she stepped down into the Cellar, she was a totally different person. Or rather, she was herself. Her real self. Possibly the most infallible disguise she had at her disposal. She smiled as she wove her way through the press of bodies, the makeup that had blended into her darker skin now standing out deep and smokey on her lighter complexion. She'd be meeting her contact at half-past ten, which meant she had nearly half an hour to case the place, have a drink, and maybe even dance. The prospect made her smile a little wider, and she slid up towards the bar. It was cool down here despite the press of people and the summer weather, and Stasia was glad she'd kept her coat on, though she left it open. She was dressed well enough to avoid looking like a pauper but not so well as to be mistaken for a noble - a good middle ground. Her pants were sensible, black and tight enough for vanity but not much beyond. She'd allowed herself a little more leeway with her top, a slightly brighter blue than her coat and cut in some unorthodox places. Stasia grinned openly as she imagined what Kurt's face might look like if he could see her now. You send me to a club,Vadinsky, and I'll dress for one. She watched the crowd, letting her smile slip away into a more bored expression, eyes moving over the Cellar with practiced ease. If everything went according to plan, in thirty minutes she'd meet this other agent that Kurt had been talking about. And then, they'd watch some people try and kill each other.
  2. So, where to begin? The Dead Man's Dance is a lavish party thrown by the dreaded and beloved Necromancer. The party is mostly just an event with lots of food and dancing, but there's a twist. The Necromancer raises the dead during the Dance, leaving their personalities intact. People come for all reasons, but some come seeking closure while other families have long traditions of coming to the Dance to pass on knowledge. There are are forms of necromancy and other necromancers, but the Necromancer kills them. Feel free to invent any other details, the only real worldbuilding is what I've said here, so go wild.
  3. Ok so this is going to be a little bit of a collective free form roleplay, bit for the first 3-5 pages we're just going to do world building for the city this takes place in and the world at large. Here's the stuff I've already made (note: you do not have to join the future roleplay to world build or vis versa):
  4. There was a flash of light. Enigma-2 was alive again. He took an gasp of breath, that was unnecessary due to his machine frame. Enigma was a Exo, a machine with a sentient human mind, thus he didn't need to eat, drink, or breath. Enigma-2 rubbed the back of his neck and looked his ghost, Sienna, from which the light had originated. "Dying sucks." those were his first words. "You could avoid it by not being shot." the reddish brown shell replied looking at his with her singular eye. "Insulting but true." Enigma-2 said. "What of Arac and Mya?" Arac and Mya were apart of his fireteam. Arac was a titan and Mya a warlock respectively. "I am picking up no traces of nearby life signs." Replied his ghost. Enigma-2 slung his pulse rifle over his shoulder and drew a hand cannon. "I can't contact the Vangard or anyone for that matter down here. Lets get out of this cave" His ghost suggested. Enigma-2 began to make his way over to the exit but three bodies caught his eye. Two of which were Mya and Arac, their ghosts lay broken next to them. It was their final death. The third was husk of the servitor that was supplying ether to the fallen in the area. "Rest in piece friends." Enigma-2 said in a hushed voice. He ran up the sloping corridor and out into the forest air. Sienna his ghost hovered, then called out over the vanguard channel. "Hello? Is there anyone in the vicinity that can respond?" @Snipexe, @I think I am here., @Sorana Information
  5. “I don’t know why I let you convince me to do this,” Tena complained as she walked beside Ani. He was staring around at the surrounding hills and little cottages, goats everywhere. Seriously, you couldn’t look at a place without seeing a goat. “This trip is making me hate goats,” she informed Ani. “Good for you. Oh, this place is amazing.” He looked like he’d never been outside before, or like a boy scout given the chance to get the credit of discovering a new species of ant. Tena was liking the trip too, she’d never seen mountains before, but Ani was having a heart attack over it. A little awestruck, but not wanting to show it, she looked around at the surrounding hills and mountains disinterestedly. The mountains looked like gods rising into the sky, with those areas of shadows and stone, all covered in lichen and stunted evergreens. They were amazing; piercing the clouds and standing watch over the earth. Guardians, that’s what they are. Kind of like Ani. She didn’t know where that thought had come from. She looked over at Ani, at his unbelievable height and proud stance. He seemed to sense that she was watching him and turned to meet her eyes. She thought she saw a flash of something in his face… like he saw her, and was trying to figure out what might be wrong with her so he could help fix it. He was her guardian, except that he was different than some in that he loved her as well as protected her. Would that make him more determined to care for her? But no. I can take care of myself perfectly fine, and I don’t know that he wouldn’t betray my trust if I allowed him to have it. She did love him, but in the past she’d never let anyone deal with her life for her, and was going to continue that trend. If she couldn’t take care of herself, who could? They continued to walk down the cobbled road between the single row of houses, Ani gawking like a tourist, and Tena taking pains to look like she wasn’t a gawking tourist. After a half hour of walking in silence, Tena and Ani were out walking along a wagon trail, beside a stream filled with visibly freezing cold water. Tena felt something click into place within herself as she looked around at the rocks and evergreens, breathing the cool air, smelling the fresh pines and wind. She loved it. Turning her head upward, she closed her eyes and breathed, stopping in her tracks. She opened her eyes after a moment, looking at Ani, then gesturing with a nod at a boulder nearby. “You can just talk to me, you know,” Ani said, looking her in the eyes. “Sorry, I know. Can we go sit on that rock over there?” She pointed at it. Ani nodded after seeming to get lost in his thoughts for a moment, then said, “Lead the way.” She walked over to the boulder, and looked at the side facing her. She loved rock climbing. She analyzed the face, picking out potential handholds. Then, she began climbing. After a moment, she stood on the top. She raised her arms to either side of her in triumph, tilting her head back and grinning at the sky. “Hey, how did you get up there?” Ani called to her, and she looked down at him, letting her arms fall to her sides. “I climbed the rock.” “Yeah. I can see that. But how? Can you help me?” “I’m glad to.” She loved helping people, for some reason. It was probably why she’d become an Edgedancer. She winced at that memory, and at the realization that the loss of her spren wasn’t all that painful to remember anymore. Having Ani around just seemed to fix everything. Tena guided him up the rock face, then grabbed his hand and tried to lift him up onto the top, but he was far too heavy. She was used to helping smaller people, that was for certain. He had to lift himself up the rock, and then sat down with his legs hanging over the edge. The drop was about ten feet. Tena sat down next to him, her irritation at him melting away as she rested her head on his arm, and turned her head to bite him lightly. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders after a moment, ignoring the nip since it was something she did fairly often (he had a scar that Tena had (accidentally) given him to prove it), and she scooted closer to him, loving, as ever, how warm he was. And the fact that he wanted to share his warmth with her, that he gave it to her without reservation. She wished that she could give herself over to him like he had to her, but something told her not to. She had to stay independent, not become reliant on other people. Other people could let her down. “I don’t know why I let you convince me to do this,” Tena complained as Anthony walked beside her. He had no idea why she was acting the Grinch so much; this place was beautiful. It still doesn’t compare to her. It was deep in the mountains, with the strange, rustic little houses and the wildness of the area, great trees in the valley, stunning mountains, crystal waterfalls and lakes. It also had goats. He didn’t recognize the little creatures when he saw them, but thought they looked like tiny horses. That was also odd, since he’d never seen horses in his entire life, as far as he could remember. “This trip is making me hate goats,” Tena continued grumpily. Anthony looked over at her, confused, then said, without thinking, “Good for you. Oh, this place is amazing.” He quickly looked away at the surroundings, which were distracting, though that wasn’t the real reason. He wasn’t sure why he had said that, and regretted it. He managed to stop the faint blush he could feel coming on, but it still wasn’t something he wanted to repeat. It really was amazing. Just beautiful. Thinking of that word made him think of Tena, the words just seemed to match, almost just one word, and he felt his eyes drawn back over to her. She was looking away at the mountains-- focusing on them, actually. She was gorgeous; her sharp jaw, prominent cheekbones, piercing eyes, like gems… He realized he was staring at her, and forced himself to stop, tearing his eyes away. Just in time. She looked at him, and he turned to meet her eyes. He looked deep into her blue eyes, an instinct, deep and primal, as much part of him as his heart or lungs, told him to find anything wrong so he could try to help her. Keep her safe, if even from herself, from any pain. She averted her eyes after a moment, and Anthony could’ve sworn he’d seen insecurity within them, if only for a second. That was big, coming from someone like Tena. Sure of herself, always confident… he wasn’t sure what it meant. They continued walking, and he turned his eyes back towards the surroundings. The mountains were impressive, strong, large, but they intimidated Anthony, at least a little. Merely seeing them reminded that there were things even bigger than him, and that was… strange. He was well used to being the biggest thing around, the strongest. He ignored that, pushing it down and just walking next to Tena, enjoying her company while watching the goats and trees. Seriously, goats were so strange. Tena and he walked outside of the village, and continued down a road into a valley, cut through by a clean, cold river. Looking up at the rock faces on either side of the path, the rock jutting out from slopes nearly covered by red-barked evergreens, gave him an odd sense of vertigo. It seems kind of silly that I’d be afraid of heights, given that I’m a foot taller than most, but… He craned his neck to see the top of the mountain and shivered. How could something be that huge? Tena probably asks herself the same question every time she sees me. Thinking of her made him look at her, just as she seemed to notice something. She gestured with her head at a boulder nearby, and Anthony didn’t know what she meant, so he said, “You can just talk to me, you know.” “Sorry, I know. Can we go sit on that rock over there?” That’s odd, Anthony thought. Did she just say sorry to me? She never says sorry to anybody. Does that make me special? He answered himself a second later. I’m her boyfriend, I guess I am special. And lucky. That last word… he always thought of it when he thought of himself. He was lucky, though. Despite all her faults, Tena remained his best friend, and the kindest person he knew. He snapped out of his contemplations and answered her question with a nod. “Lead the way.” Tena walked over to the boulder and stood before it with her Bow before me, mortals posture. Ani was surprised that the rock didn’t disintegrate into ash out of fear. Tena always seemed unstoppable, like a dragon in thrall of her realm. Or maybe something less dramatic than that. After a moment of staring the rock down, Tena started climbing. She swung herself up, mostly using her powerful arms somehow, and was suddenly standing at the top within ten seconds. So fast, Ani thought. How does she do it? When she was on the top, she spread her arms and tilted her head upward, looking triumphant and more like she was at the peak of a mountain than a boulder at the bottom of a valley. She was so… something undefinable. Beautiful, strong, in charge, graceful. More than that, even. Suddenly, he wanted to get up there so he could be with her, so he reluctantly said, unwilling to alter the way she was standing, “Hey, how did you get up there?” “I climbed the rock,” was her immediate answer, and she stopped looking like she’d conquered the world, her arms dropping to her sides as she looked down at him. “Yeah. I can see that.” She could be so Tena-ish sometimes. “But how? Can you help me?” Her face lit up. That word, ‘help’, always made her shine, because she had the soul of what she’d explained to him as an ‘Edgedancer’, one of which she’d apparently been until that one time when she’d turned Mistborn. She still hadn’t explained that to him, and he didn’t want to press her about it, since it had appeared to be painful and strange even for her. She gave him advice, and he climbed up the rock, the grain of it (he’d never known that rocks had grain) biting at his hands, though his far greater height giving him access to some handholds she wouldn’t’ve been able to reach. His weight, however, was another thing entirely. He didn’t notice most of the time, but he did weight a lot. Tena proved it when he held up his hand, unconsciously trusting her to help him up, and she couldn’t lift him at all, even given how strong she was. He felt bad about that, so he worked a little faster and got himself onto the top of the rock, turning around and sitting down with his legs hanging over the edge. Tena sat down beside him after a moment, and she rested her head on his arm, which he knew meant she wanted him to hold her, then nipped him. He ignored the slight pain that caused. Thinking of that little scar he had on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her torso lightly. She went closer to him and let her head fall back on his shoulder, closing her eyes (not before Anthony saw her irises, that lovely blue they had). He loved her so much. Just sitting on a rock with the cold wind blowing in his face felt like the best moment of his life, at least with her.
  6. Here at Kane's, we sell all sorts of canes! Dueling canes, walking canes, gun canes! Come get your canes! 2 for 1 deal!
  7. The Alleyverse Zoo was now open. The Sentinel zookeepers had spent weeks gathering chasmfiends, chulls, santhids, whitespines, spren, koloss, aviar, nightmaws, meekers, cremlings, Rysahdium, horses, seons, chickens, and animals from all over the place for a brand new zoo. A Sentinel wearing a purple coat cut the ribbon with a Shardblade, cause heck why not.
  8. 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.
  9. The Alleyverse Overview: The Alleyverse is a free-form role-play (FFRP) set in the Alleyverse. FFRP and Character Creation This explanation uses information and direct quotes from @TwiLyghtSansSparkles’ post on FFRP. I recommend that you read her post as well. Thank you TwiLyghtSansSparkles! FFRP is like a collaborative fanfiction. Participants create characters which they write for that interact with other participant’s characters in a shared world. Each participant is encouraged to create a ‘primary character’. They may create a few other characters as well, but these characters should be used to support and develop their primary character or the plot. So called ‘secondary characters’ may include spren, companions, apprentices, or heirs (to take over from a primary character when needed). They should not be created to abuse their possessions or investiture for personal gain, or to tag team another character. You may also create non-player characters (NPCs) to interact with or use. For example, an NPC might be created to have a dialogue with at a store while your character is shopping, or an army of NPC knights may be created to attack a castle. As a general rule of thumb, you should not be writing for and developing more than a few characters on a regular basis. The FFRP is character-driven. There is no official goal or end result of the FFRP; often there is just a loose plot. Your aim should be to develop your character. Characters determine what will happen next by how they interact with their setting and with other characters. Participants rely on their writing talents and use of description to determine outcomes. To prevent accidental or intentional abuse of the lack of rules, the FFRP is regulated by consensus. Participants should not unrealistically shield their characters from the consequences of their actions or, create overly powerful characters or characters with a large amount of assets in comparison to those of other participants. If you do so, other participants will politely ask you reconsider your post(s) and to edit them to be fairer or more realistic. For their major characters, participants are asked to create a character biography. It should at least include the following: Name: Preferably a name that is easy to type. Investiture: A character may have any investiture or abilities related to one of Brandon’s magic systems. However, they should only grant them about the same amount of power as other characters have. Weakness: A way of lessening a character’s power to be comparable with other’s, and to make your character more interesting. Special skills and Weapons: It is recommended that weapons are not overly futuristic. Ideally, they should be able to plausibly appear in one of Brandon’s books. Unique weapons from his books should be avoided as well, for example Nightblood. Physical characteristics: May include gender, species, hair colour, eye colour, size, common clothing choice etc. Family: Especially important if needed to explain one’s investiture. Can also be used a motivation for your character. Home: Planet. Country and city if applicable. History/Biography: A paragraph about your character’s backstory. Used to explain how they got their abilities, describe experiences that define them, and to develop their character to become realistic and relatable. Don't focus on creating the most powerful, most brilliant, or most amazing character in the game. Focus instead on creating an interesting character. The idea is to create a character who feels real. To help you make a good character, read the ones that other participants have created and talk to other participants for advice. Currently (as of 06/28/18), a list of characters can be found on my About Me page. To add or update yours, please PM me. History The Alleyverse was the product of a collaboration of multiple guilds. It began when they engaged in first-person role-playing with each other, using the established worldbuilding of the Dark Alley and other groups in an unorganized and unofficial RP. They used PMs and Discord servers to interact, as well as public posts in the SGCG subforum. By unspoken agreement, they all interacted in the same universe, a shared location built by their writing and interactions between themselves. The community then decided to build on their success by creating a third-person role play, using the worldbuilding that they had already established. This became known as the Alleyverse. The first-person RP continued, but the creation of the Alleyverse allowed for more structured and thoughtful interactions. The Setting: The Alleyverse This explanation uses information and direct quotes from @Mraize's post, The Alleyverse Defined. I recommend that you read his post as well, it contains an explanation of some of the guilds involved in the RP. Thanks Mraize! The Alleyverse is a fictional alternate universe in which all Brandon’s magic systems exist together, as well as all of the locations he has written about. The official term for a denizen of the Alleyverse is a Homeless. The main planet that the characters interact on is Earth-like. This planet contains the Alleyvillage, an urbanized area wherein the guilds of the Alleyverse are headquartered and their members spend their time in unless otherwise specified. The Alleyvillage is the culmination of much of the worldbuilding done before the official creation of the RP. Interactions The RP consists of numerous threads. A few main types include: Discussion Threads: Out-of-character threads used to discuss the RP itself. Much discussion also happens in PMs. Guild Threads: These are threads used for the worldbuilding of a guild’s base, for first-person RPing, and for out of character comments and announcements about a guild, for example a request to join it. Main Plot Threads: These are threads used for the interaction of many characters engaging in a large story arc. Supporting Threads: In-character threads that are less active than Main Plot Threads, but serve the purpose of developing characters by providing them with assets or focussing on more personal interactions, for example a character’s shop that sells swords. Duels: A structured thread for two characters to duel in. Dueling Characters can be killed, but it is considered impolite to kill a character without first asking their author’s permission. Violent interactions between characters can lead to godmodding (which is prohibited), so to provide a fair format for characters to fight in, a structured dueling system is in place. Characters can still fight elsewhere, especially to advance the plot of the RP, but duels are considered a good way to ensure a civil fight. For each duel, a separate topic from the main RP is made. A duel consists of two participants and a mediator. The participants take turns attacking each other. The mediator (who is an out-of-character participant) ensures everyone is fighting fairly and may intervene to settle disputes that arise. At the start, each character is assigned 100 HP. When a character is attacked, the mediator decides the damage done to each character and deducts it from their total. The first person to reach 0 HP loses. Variations of this format are used depending on the circumstances. Non-combatants who wish to post comments in the thread put their text in a quote box or in a different colour to avoid confusion. Joining Anyone may join the RP. All you need to do is create a character. It is recommended that you join or create a guild as well. Those who join are expected to be respectful of the other participants and to follow the 17S RPG rating on mature content. Before you begin to RP, you should read over the most recent posts that have been made, and/or ask for a summary of recent events from another participant.
  10. 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.
  11. 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
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