[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/y4uFfUK.png[/img][/center] It had not been long since he had been summoned. Yet, already he saw that the state of things were not so dissimilar to the events and campaigns of his life. A great enemy that the world should rally against, yet politics and desires flared. The focuses of honeyed-tongued politicians and lords aimed not towards their duties and their true difficulties, but instead on more meaningless squabbles that came with the assumptions that they needed not worry about their duties. No, in a way it was shirking it wasn't it? It was a unpleasant night that brayed for blood. He allowed a voice to form in his head, one that gaggled and demanded judgement. It was a voice with little sway, to be truthful. However to give it word and allow it audience helped to drown out the unpleasantness of what surrounded him... Yes, it was much easier to let such things drown out the things around him. There was no reason to disappoint those who expected and demanded the Devil, no? If man who was around him would show gross and veiled, snake-like conduct like the one that slithered through paradise and brought a tainted fall from the garden. Then he would become the Dracul, the dragonic devil to bring forth the judgement of God. No man could be so brutal, no man could defy the great Sultan so. He must be a monster, evil in the guise of man. Then what were they? who played at being made in the image of he who was holy and loving? What was a man if they were a loveless beast? Ah... But even a pious man could not love alone. Love required people to gather together. Love god with each other, love each other with the blessing of god. He was bereft of love... [color=ed1c24]"I shall be visiting the lands of the infidels and those who have transgressed with their offense towards us. Do not fret master, I will of course return." [/color] After all his Battle Continuation skill that was born of his battles and legend was one that ensured that even if he was struck down by wounds that would fell even great legends that he would claw his way back home... Yes, it was a promise, tinged in blood. [color=ed1c24]"It is fine if I lay claim to their lands? yes? I'm afraid I lack a flag so it shall have to be with stakes." [/color] And so he left, making for the lands of the faction of Purple. The blood-hungering knight, the vampire Dracul. Ah, what sort of depraved monsters would he be able to impale in the name of the lord? [@HiddenBlue] [center][h1][url=https://youtu.be/dgQnj3iGKZo?list=PLIwcscxZIOxQbYGKFyZ166yobDECNA2nT]Act 1: First Page[/url] [color=00aeef]Kelp-scented Voyage[/color][/h1][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9xETUaq.png[/img][/center] Well, it was much too potentially organized to be as fun as it could be. But the fact that it was one "grand" group facing down the world, and a vastly superior host in terms of numbers... Even if they were to hold one that could even reach the rank of Grand as per the organization and structure of the western political body, or have a host of heroes on the level of the Saber of Black... No, they would not last very long he felt. He didn't need his eyes to see that. So it would only do to see what they were like before it was too late. [color=fff200]"Rider, shall we go? There's an adventure to be had." [/color] He smiled under his mask. [color=fff200]"A legend to forge, oh hero." [/color] More importantly.. how would his hero, the center of glory and the embodiment of rot fare and feel of all this? The future was hazy in Greece, holding a lack of clarity that he had never encountered in his life before. However, his eyes were still something to not underestimate. His sight was grand, he could see the world and the heavens and the the imperceptible seafoam that others felt time was, was akin to a well-built and familiar concrete road to his senses. There was nothing fleeting about the past, nothing uncertain about the future. Even if it shifted again and again and again, rolling like a kaldeioscope it still fell within order. A infinite amount of futures between 0 and 1 still was limited by what laid between 0 and 1. To determine the future was to to simply decide what shape that order should take. In that he was supreme.. yes.. supreme and unchallenged, until he met that one current colleague. Of course working together even they could deal with the haze and uncertainty that plagued them with the existence of heroes. So he would call even as he walked away. He would talk. It was very interesting after all, and that was what he craved. Order, and the luxury of being the only one to truly understand it so he in turn could know that he alone in heaven was the blessed, chaotic one. Ah, let us be entertained.