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Current Story Arc:

Chapter 1: The Mages Guild of Pandarosa



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The night seemed darker than usual as howling winds whipped back and forth against the stone walls of a battle ruined castle. In the great hall large enough to fit over a hundred men, numerous lords gathered in quiet conversations as they waited for everyone to be accounted for. Despite having just fought a great battle together, the various heads of state of numerous countries sat divided in anticipation. Never has there been a gathering of so many great rulers in one setting. The objective of the gathering however was simple… how does the gathered assembly here formulate a plan to combat the great threat known as the Void. The discussions went stable at first, but it was not long till the arguments, threats and accusations began. There was venom in the words spoken and tensions were reaching a boiling point.

“I’ve had enough!” one king announced, earning the complete attention of the room. “Before this war began, I was slaughtering Asterions! Now half of you beckon me to make peace with them?” The great king was a giant of man and battled scarred, armor as thick as his beard, his voice a booming echo. The voice belonged to King Tobran, a giant of man in stature.

“Is that how you disguise the truth? Last time I checked my heir sent twenty thousand of yours fleeing into the hills just two years ago.” A high elf named Amerion replied. Amerion was the current High King of the Asterions and while he paled in comparison to the rival king in terms of stature, Amerion was smooth in the delivery of his words and his calm demeanor was infuriating. “It’s evident great king you lack the foresight and the wisdom to properly access the situation at hand. I am no happier than you are but if we are all to survive this apocalypse then I concede…This coalition will have my army.”

King Tobran stood up and spat on the ground in defiance, the hostility between the two ever so clear. “I spit on the graves of your people. I lost two sons because of your greed. I would see you dead before I ever march alongside you false dragon!” The words were aimed to cut deep but instead of the High King, it was another who took the insult grave. Stepping away from his king’s side, a golden armored knight stepped forward into the center of the room, eyes locked with the great human king.

“Grandfather give the order and I will take this man’s head.” the knight stated, his hand placed on the hilt of his sword. Tobran scoffed at the threat. “You would do that for me Aratheon? Every day you impress with your boldness.” Amerion replied, taking the sudden turn of events to be quite amusing.

“I’ve always heard King Tobran misses his sons dearly. I’ll be glad to reunite them.” Aratheon replied, his eyes never leaving the opposing kings but his tone and delivery matching that of the Asterion King. The sharp words earned several smirks and amused looks from the foreign gathers. Despite Aratheon’s age, his charm and confidence were infectious, it was obvious why many here gathered despised the Tassarion led Asterions. The great king gripped his war hammer, his mouth trembling as if trying to find the proper words. The audacity of the young elf before him demanded action, such words demanded blood. The room was now on the very brink of explosion until a calming voice filled the room, a voice from an Arch Mage of the Mages Guild. “My Lords, my great many lords, now is not the time for any more bitter fighting. If we continue to trade words, we will eventually trade steel. I ask that we all look deep into ourselves and remember what’s important. We need each other. The world needs this Coalition.”


Knock, Knock

Aerendyl’s sat up gasping, eyes wide open as he scanned the room. Instead of that firelit council room, he was in the bed of his cabin. “That damn dream again.” The young elf muttered as he rubbed his temples. For some reason Aerendyl kept having dreams of the past, dreams of events that he did not even witness because he was not even born. A pair of knocks rung his door again but this time a voice followed.

“Aerendyl, wake up! We’re closing in!”

“I’ll be out in a minute.” The elf replied half as he shuffled out of bed, stretching his limbs as he wrapped an ornate cloak bearing the symbol of his people around his shoulders. Before taking another the young prince took a deep breath as his dream raced through his mind again. He was grateful to be awake... despite knowing of such past events through stories and what he was told, the dream felt so real as if he was physically there. Aerendyl eyed his hands and touched his face as if to check to make sure he really was awake and that perhaps he had fallen into some other cruel nightmare. Feeling satisfied and aware, Aerendyl exited his cabin as he tried to shake off the effects of his slumber though the salt air caught his attention right away.
“You alright? You look like you didn’t sleep well.” A voice called out. It was Gloin Thunderhammer, a mighty dwarf who was a friend of Aerendyl since childhood.

“I’m alright. Just had that dream again.” Aerendyl replied, continuing to stretch as the pair walked towards the top deck of the ship.

“The one where your nearly father tried to take Tobran’s head to impress your great grandfather?” Gloin knew this story well. He had heard the story before and had an ancestor who attended that very same meeting.

“That’s the one.”

“You been doing a lot of reading to prepare for our little adventure.” Aerendyl nodded. What ever happened to Tobran?”

“Died shortly after that meeting if you would believe. The Chosen got him and High King Amerion shortly after.” Aerendyl paused. There was a depth of sadness though admittingly Aerendyl only knew of his great grandfather only from stories. “And then my grandfather after that.” The mention of his grand father however cut a deeper blow. As elves, they were physically immortal from aging yet fate dictated time and time again that his ancestors were not immune to those skilled enough with a weapon.

“That Chosen… must have been one hell of a fighter to have killed so many on his own.”

“My father tried looking for him in the final battle. I think that was his biggest regret… not being able to personally kill the one responsible for the death of Two High Kings and over a hundred Dragon Knights.”

“So, who did?” Gloin asked, taking interest in this little history lesson. Aerendyl shrugged. “I forgot the names. I have read so much recently, learned so many different names that sometimes they all blend. But it took quite a few of them, plus several members from the Guild.” Aerendyl paused again as he gazed out towards the approaching harbor as the Iron Spire of the island of Pandarosa was visible out in the distance.

“You sure you are alright?” Gloin questioned. The dwarf meant well but Aerendyl was too shy to tell him he wanted to be left alone for a bit to gather his thoughts. This whole trip had made him uneasy and reality was settling in.

“Yeah just… I don’t know. I guess I am just nervous. I don’t know what to expect.” It was an open admittance and a subtle attempt reset his attitude towards the whole situation at hand.

“You should be honored. You’ll be the first of Asterion royalty to come to Pandarosa.”

“We trade with them sure and every once in a while, a few of them are allowed to visit our shores but ever consider why my father didn’t want to come here? It’s well known my father doesn’t like them. Same thing applies with my mother. Ever since I was born the Mages Guild has been pestering my father for a “better business” relationship. I know I volunteered to do this, but I can’t shake this feeling that maybe I was foolish to leave home.”

“You worry too much.” Gloin was maybe half of Aerendy’s height, but his strength was evident when a reassuring hand gripped the elf’s shoulder. “Relax. I hear there is plenty of taverns at the port. We ought to get you drunk.” Aerendyl let out a small chuckle. “Please Gloin, I know what’s what you want to do.”
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A mighty horn originated from a tower that overlooked the harbor signaled the arrival of the Asterion ship. The grand vessel adorned with white sails and a great banner of the Asterion people at the top of the mass for all to see would make quite the impression as the ship sailed into an empty dock as the crew aboard eagerly prepared to touch land after a week long journey. It was here, peering over the ship's railing that Aerendyl was beyond astounded now that he was right next to the mystical island that he had heard so much about. Like any Asterion, Aerendyl would have proudly proclaimed about the size and beauty of harbors all across his homeland, but Pandarosa was different. The port of Pandarosa was larger than any he had ever seen, surely it was the grandest in the world and everywhere you looked ships and banners from all over the world, each bearing different symbols decorated the view.

“I’ll give them credit.” Gloin said, a certain giddiness in his tone. “I can see how people can lose themselves here.” Aerendyl nodded in reply. Even from his view he could already tell that the harbor contained all sorts of pleasures and sins. Among the crowd, merchants shouted above each other, each attempting to sell whatever exotic good they carried. One stood out among the rest.

“Basilisk eggs! Yes you heard right! I have over a dozen Basilisk eggs, the mother was over a hundred feet long and could pluck a wyvern down from the sky!” Aerendyl curiously waited to see if anybody would take the merchant up on his offer but then other shouts from the crowd from drunken sailors who stumbled in and out of the various taverns as uniformed guild mercenaries walked in pairs just to ensure the peace was kept.

Aerendyl turned to Gloin “Have the crew disembark the cargo in preparation. I’m expecting a representative from the Guild shortly.” Gloin nodded and stepped away from his friend and began to bark orders to the crew.

The flag of Asterion waved proudly against the sea's wind and for all it's magnificence those who cared or understood what that flag was had no qualms in watching the crew. It was natural behavior for those at port to see who had just arrived with strangers gossiping amongst themselves about some sort of rumor or story they know but this was different, Aerendyl could see it already. Aerendyl kept his position at the ship’s railing, his eyes moving from person to person and he could feel the uneasiness in some of them, some looked back at him with disgust. It was no secret why many did not like Aerendyl or his people… The United Kingdoms of Asterion proclaimed itself to have no equal and while many were unfit to challenge that narrative, there were many who wanted to see him dead. Aerendyl tried to give off the impression that he was above those who watched him and that he did not care for their jealous eyes but Aerendyl was honest with himself internally… were it not for the Mages Guild being strong enforcers of their policies, Aerendyl and his crew would have been walking dead men.

Once again thank you to everyone that has shown an interest, I hope to see you all in the official startup that has just opened up!

As always feel free to reach out through PMs or through the OOC thread with any questions/concerns etc

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The Story So Far...

The Great War



Nobody believed in the “Void” at first. Since the dawn of history, the beings from “the other side” were just a myth, a rumor that was used to scare little kids at night. Yet for all the monsters that existed in the current world from the great dragons in the skies or the fierce leviathans in the seas, nothing could compare to the demonic beings that spilled forth. The monsters that arrived were so cruel that even the most notable of vampire covens or fearsome of orc warbands that plagued numerous country sides were incomparable to the evil that killed indiscriminately.

Initially the sightings were just isolated incidents, and the world idly ignored the growing problem for some time. It did not matter if a village here or some town there was ravaged… the great kingdoms of the world had little care for the problems in other countries until the Void appeared on their shores.

As the world became fully consumed in war it became known that many countries were supportive of this new demonic regime that had emerged. Whether they collaborated to bring the Void into the world or simply submitted to them in the hopes of avoiding their wrath is simply unclear. The remaining kingdoms who opposed the Void and its allies rallied under a “Coalition of Order”. The Coalition which consisted of various great kingdoms and other free cities threw aside past rivalries and banded together to combat the enemy.

The war took countless lives, but the Coalition emerged victorious after defeating “The Chosen” the appointed war lord of the Void as well as finding a way to destroy and seal the portal gates that allowed the Void to enter the current realm. The peace that followed however was fragile. While some kingdoms recovered and even surpassed their previous strength, other kingdoms remained entirely devastated. Countless refugees spilled into foreign lands and many desperate survivors undertook all sorts of crimes to ensure their survival leaving the future unstable and uncertain.

Perhaps the most dominant of the factions that emerged from the war was the Mages Guild. Initially the Mages Guild was a private order devoted to all things science and magic who only invited the best and brightest to join their ranks. Yet with the war over the Mages Guild changed its policies and began to provide services to the remaining survivors of the world such as…
1. Providing loans to countries in need of money
2. Hire talented merchants, craftsman, farmers, sellswords and anyone of value and “rented” them out to countries in need to help rebuild.
3. Allow Mages to reverse the terraforming the Void inflicted on ravaged countries (an expensive and lengthy process)
4. Build and develop their private island into a massive seaport that served as a global hub so countries from every corner can trade goods in a singular area.
5. Perfected the use of magic conjurations to open portals at sea to increase the speed of travel. While portals existed in smaller fashion, only the Mages Guild developed portals large enough to transport trading vessels.

Initially many countries benefitted from a more powerful and collaborative Mages guild. The new global trade hub ensured countries began to connect more and profits soared. However, it wasn’t long till jealously and doubt began to fill the minds of the various rulers that once made up the Coalition. Some began to believe the Mages Guild was responsible for the Void invasion, believing that they tempered with ancient artifacts that ripped a hole in the dimension that allowed the enemy to spill forth. Others believe the Mages Guild foresaw the Void invasion and purposely hid their power, allowing the world to rip itself apart just so they can take advantage of the ashes. Regardless of blame, countries who could not recover from the war became so dependent that they were more or less owned by the Mages guild.

Since the war against the Void has ended, the Mages Guild has fully opened its once secluded island to the world. What once consisted only of a giant spire of knowledge in the middle of the sea has emerged into a grand seaport with taverns, brothels and trading centers that are unmatched throughout the world. The Mages even built a great “Arena” to entertain the various guests that arrived to provide legalized gladiatorial combat. If money was to be made the Mages Guild had part of it.


Current Story Arc:

Chapter 1: The Mages Guild of Pandarosa



It has been a full 100 years since the end of the Great War. Despite the era being considered a time of peace and rebuilding, several kingdoms had engaged in smaller conflicts thus further shifting the hierarchy of power in the world and the old alliance that was known as the Coalition becomes increasingly a relic of the past. In response, the Mages Guild led by its council the “Enlightened Ones” has sent personal invitations to the great rulers of every country along with invitations to reputable mercenaries, scholars and any being of notability or status in the hopes of a grand gathering of great minds. While the timing seemed suspicious, its widely believed the Mages Guild wants to accelerate its growing business by showing off new secrets and technologies it had to offer the world in a grand celebration as well as attempt to keep the fragile global peace. Regardless of affiliation or reason, it seemed appropriate for people to attend, after all surely there was something of value to gain in the most diverse island in the world.

The Mages Guild remain quite protective of its island. Well trained and armed mercenaries act as the island’s personal army while a small but powerful fleet of warships secure the waters around the island. The Mages Guild also decreed numerous laws, examples including
1. Beasts of war and engines of war are prohibited. No exceptions
2. Limits to the size of ships which basically prohibited any sizable warships. Upon arrival security is allowed to check any and all cargo being brought aboard as well as investigate any personal onboard.
3. There was no fighting allowed on the streets regardless of fault. Any personal vendettas were to be settled in the Arena at a time deemed appropriate.
4. The Mages Guild were free to adjust and deviate from the law if necessary. Their island, their rules.

While there were some countries that have the militaries to challenge the Mages Guild and its allies, no kingdom dared to make any sort of aggressive action towards the world’s leader in science, magic and trade in the belief that attacking the Mages Guild, meant an attack on the world itself.

With the celebration beginning, individuals and their retinues from all over the world of various backgrounds for whatever reason arrive each day. From the top of the Iron Spire located in the center of Pandarosa, the eyes of the Enlightened Ones watch with keen interest...

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RP Guidelines

1. The usual no God-Modding, taking control of other people’s character without permission etc…
2. Ironically due to the nature of the RP, there WILL be top of the line, extremely powerful characters, entities, factions and thus I will try and establish characters of such significance to set the “bar” to not go over. Also, such characters/entities/factions will be limited and thus not everyone will be able to start off at such an extreme level. I will only grant such levels to people I feel are trustworthy and understand what is attempting to be established.
3. While I intend to be flexible, please try to make characters that fit the setting. A wandering sellsword? An exiled price seeking redemption? A Void sympathizer/agent? Go for it! An alien from outer space attempting to fit in? Nope.
4. The established story provided is meant to establish an outline for what has happened in the past and where things may be trending for the future. Other details are purposely kept vague/flexible to help accommodate others.
5. The use of multiple player-controlled characters and NPCs to supplement stories is encouraged.
6. The setting is set around High Fantasy. Cannons, blunderbusses, Airships(like those in WoW), Beasts of War such as Dragons, Leviathans, Hydras are all permitted (within reason). Having said that no lasers, automatic bullet weapons, nukes etc. Any questions on feel free to ask
7. While this is a casual RP, I am expecting a good amount of detail though I am not asking for a novel. Simply put, post with purpose.
8. Rules are subject to change if necessary.

Character Sheets



Hey !
After going through all of that info up top I can say I am interested, and have one or two concepts for characters in mind - and some questions!

You are going to be controlling some story-important characters and the like; am I to understand that we will be controlling mostly solo characters or does this RP have Nation-esque notions?

Also I had a question about these invitations sent far and wide; is it simply invitations to the island or are we (if invited) supposed to attend one big event towards the start of the story? I'm only asking because I want to think up stories that will lead to interactions with other players - not a big fan of aiming aimlessly by my lonesome. :P


It can have both and I encourage the use of multiple characters provided you dont go crazy with it. If you want to create your own kingdom/grouo by all means you are feee to do so.

As for the inivitations, all player characters are there for reasons you can create. If you create a character of nobility perhaps you were formally invited but if you are a sellsword for example you hear of this grand gathering in the hopes of meeting potential new clients etc. Ideally this gathering hopefully encourages player interactions as I move certain plot characters around to advance the story

Just added quick overviews for the characters/factions I'll control in the opening post in case people were curious and needed some inspiration.

Ultimately I'm thankful for those who have taken the time to check this out and if the interest remains and people want to proceed, I'm sure we can do so in the next couple of days.
Any specifics on playable races that we must abide by or can we concoct anything we want provided it is fantasy related? I have a couple of ideas, but I'll pm you to see if they'll be allowed.


I intend to be pretty open with what's playable though a little back-round helps. For example if someone were to make an orc character, they would have to put some elaboration on if they are more like an Orc from the elder scroll series or from something else. Or perhaps if someone was to make a human character that had participated the Great War (which would have been difficult considering it's been over a hundred years) they would need a good explanation as to how that's possible... special blood line? (Going to try and be lenient with this sort of thing) or perhaps due to other magical properties?

Also in case anybody was curious I myself was planning on playing the elven king and prince of an established kingdom that is capable of rivaling the Mages Guild. Information on the faction and the characters will be provided later on just so people can get more ideas. As indicated earlier I want to establish pretty quickly what is considered "strong" in this setting though I think it's apparent why the Mages Guild for example can be seen as a dominant faction.

The Story So Far...

The Great War



Nobody believed in the “Void” at first. Since the dawn of history, the beings from “the other side” were just a myth, a rumor that was used to scare little kids at night. Yet for all the monsters that existed in the current world from the great dragons in the skies or the fierce leviathans in the seas, nothing could compare to the demonic beings that spilled forth. The monsters that arrived were so cruel that even the most notable of vampire covens or fearsome of orc warbands that plagued numerous country sides were incomparable to the evil that killed indiscriminately.

Initially the sightings were just isolated incidents, and the world idly ignored the growing problem for some time. It did not matter if a village here or some town there was ravaged… the great kingdoms of the world had little care for the problems in other countries until the Void appeared on their shores.

As the world became fully consumed in war it became known that many countries were supportive of this new demonic regime that had emerged. Whether they collaborated to bring the Void into the world or simply submitted to them in the hopes of avoiding their wrath is simply unclear. The remaining kingdoms who opposed the Void and its allies rallied under a “Coalition of Order”. The Coalition which consisted of various great kingdoms and other free cities threw aside past rivalries and banded together to combat the enemy.

The war took countless lives, but the Coalition emerged victorious after defeating “The Chosen” the appointed war lord of the Void as well as finding a way to destroy and seal the portal gates that allowed the Void to enter the current realm. The peace that followed however was fragile. While some kingdoms recovered and even surpassed their previous strength, other kingdoms remained entirely devastated. Countless refugees spilled into foreign lands and many desperate survivors undertook all sorts of crimes to ensure their survival leaving the future unstable and uncertain.

Perhaps the most dominant of the factions that emerged from the war was the Mages Guild. Initially the Mages Guild was a private order devoted to all things science and magic who only invited the best and brightest to join their ranks. Yet with the war over the Mages Guild changed its policies and began to provide services to the remaining survivors of the world such as…
1. Providing loans to countries in need of money
2. Hire talented merchants, craftsman, farmers, sellswords and anyone of value and “rented” them out to countries in need to help rebuild.
3. Allow Mages to reverse the terraforming the Void inflicted on ravaged countries (an expensive and lengthy process)
4. Build and develop their private island into a massive seaport that served as a global hub so countries from every corner can trade goods in a singular area.
5. Perfected the use of magic conjurations to open portals at sea to increase the speed of travel. While portals existed in smaller fashion, only the Mages Guild developed portals large enough to transport trading vessels.

Initially many countries benefitted from a more powerful and collaborative Mages guild. The new global trade hub ensured countries began to connect more and profits soared. However, it wasn’t long till jealously and doubt began to fill the minds of the various rulers that once made up the Coalition. Some began to believe the Mages Guild was responsible for the Void invasion, believing that they tempered with ancient artifacts that ripped a hole in the dimension that allowed the enemy to spill forth. Others believe the Mages Guild foresaw the Void invasion and purposely hid their power, allowing the world to rip itself apart just so they can take advantage of the ashes. Regardless of blame, countries who could not recover from the war became so dependent that they were more or less owned by the Mages guild.

Since the war against the Void has ended, the Mages Guild has fully opened its once secluded island to the world. What once consisted only of a giant spire of knowledge in the middle of the sea has emerged into a grand seaport with taverns, brothels and trading centers that are unmatched throughout the world. The Mages even built a great “Arena” to entertain the various guests that arrived to provide legalized gladiatorial combat. If money was to be made the Mages Guild had part of it.


Chapter 1: The Mages Guild of Pandarosa

It has been a full 100 years since the end of the Great War. Despite the era being considered a time of peace and rebuilding, several kingdoms had engaged in smaller conflicts thus further shifting the hierarchy of power in the world and the old alliance that was known as the Coalition becomes increasingly a relic of the past. In response, the Mages Guild led by its council the “Enlightened Ones” has sent personal invitations to the great rulers of every country along with invitations to reputable mercenaries, scholars and any being of notability or status in the hopes of a grand gathering of great minds. While the timing seemed suspicious, its widely believed the Mages Guild wants to accelerate its growing business by showing off new secrets and technologies it had to offer the world in a grand celebration as well as attempt to keep the fragile global peace. Regardless of affiliation or reason, it seemed appropriate for people to attend, after all surely there was something of value to gain in the most diverse island in the world.

The Mages Guild remain quite protective of its island. Well trained and armed mercenaries act as the island’s personal army while a small but powerful fleet of warships secure the waters around the island. The Mages Guild also decreed numerous laws, examples including
1. Beasts of war and engines of war are prohibited. No exceptions
2. Limits to the size of ships which basically prohibited any sizable warships. Upon arrival security is allowed to check any and all cargo being brought aboard as well as investigate any personal onboard.
3. There was no fighting allowed on the streets regardless of fault. Any personal vendettas were to be settled in the Arena at a time deemed appropriate.
4. The Mages Guild were free to adjust and deviate from the law if necessary. Their island, their rules.

While there were some countries that have the militaries to challenge the Mages Guild and its allies, no kingdom dared to make any sort of aggressive action towards the world’s leader in science, magic and trade in the belief that attacking the Mages Guild, meant an attack on the world itself.

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If you made it this far, I thank you for your time. So sure enough, what exactly is going on? This RP is inspired by numerous works such as Warhammer Fantasy,WoW,LoTR,Elder Scrolls etc. While many concepts and terms may seem familiar, the idea behind all of this is basically a sandbox-esque RP under an original (though heavily inspired) lore that was created. Due to the vague concept and flexibility provided due to not having a singular main source material, all sorts of storylines are possible from adventure quests, epic battles and collaborative character stories coming together.

So still interested? Well the story plans to start on the Island of Pandarosa in a grand festival that is meant to bring the world's best and brightest into a single location. Where we go from there will naturally be figured out but whether you are a member of a royal family or a curious wandering swordsman, you don't want to miss this celebration.

RP Guidlines



Updated Example rough draft character sheets.









Jon smirked, the look in her eyes said it all. The kryptonian took a small menacing step forward, eyes glowing brighter, his body poised to launch forward to attack in an instant. Jon's mind was all but made up, his natural aggressive instincts having taken over that he hardly noticed the speed of her voice until the world around him visibly slowed and now it was him bearing the look of uncertainty and confusion.

"Impossible."

It was all he could reasonably mutter at the moment. Perhaps this was all an illusion or some sort of other technological trick yet every feeling in his body all told him that this was reality, there was no trick. Jon alas watched as Raimi explained herself, her voice having slowed and her words more clear. Jon wanted to ease up and laugh as his mind had drifted to what Agent Coulson had said earlier about the world getting more strange however he kept his composure... after all he didn't want to break his menacing persona.

"Time physics huh?" Jon replied, his glowing eyes having reverted to normal and his body posture now relaxed.

"You are a strange one but I suppose we can work together considering you seem to have honest intentions. If you have a plan other then blowing it up or having me throw it into the ocean, I'm all ears."
East Gotham

Please be advised, all citizens are asked to seek shelter and avoid travel.


The emergency broadcast repeated itself continually having taken over every major radio station. Jesse cursed quietly to himself as he shut off the radio and turned up the heat in his car another level. The broadcast was driving him nuts. "I'm so close." Jesse tapped the wheel of his car in irritation as he took another gaze at the traffic around him. They moved at a snails pace, the long lines of vehicles all attempting to exit off the freezing highway but ice and wind all slowed their travel and the last thing anybody wanted to do was abandon their vehicle in the chaotic weather. Jesse peered through his passenger side window and took note of the Gotham river which was now looking ice solid. It had come so suddenly and all of Gotham was woefully unprepared to deal with any of this.

"I need to get of this fucking bridge man." Jesse cursed aloud as he tried to avert his eyes elsewhere. The irritation, the anxiety of realizing he was in a bridge above a frozen river was egging him on. Trying to find something to distract him, Jesse eyed his rearview mirror and noticed the eighteen wheeler truck behind him had left a sizable space between their vehicles. The traffic remained stop and go, stop and go and the people in the cars around him were just as irritated. "Come on man let's fucking move!" Jeese shouted, mostly to himself before his eyes were averted back to his rearview mirror.

The gap that was left between him and the truck was growing smaller and the truck wasn't slowing down. "Oh fuck." Jesse could just see through his icey, snow covered mirror that the driver of the truck was in a panic. It all made sense and Jesse felt his life slow to a crawl... due to the conditions the truck's breaks were failing and the truck was pushing forward with no signs of slowing down. Jesse looked to his right towards the passenger side... he was right next to the edge of the bridge, the only thing that would stop him was the steel rails but they wouldn't be able to halt his car. Jesse looked left, maybe he had to exit his vehicle, maybe if he was fast enough maybe.... Too late.

Collision.

The truck slammed into Jesse's sedan which crumbled like paper, his chest pressed into the wheel before the airbags went off, pushing him backwards as the seatbelt of the vehicle was the only thing preventing from the poor man from being launched from his car. The windows in the rear of his vehicle had shattered and Jesse could feel a gust of cool wind enter his car. Worst yet his vehicle had punched through the steel rails and though his vision remained obstructed he could feel his car starting to tip over. "Fuck fuck!" Jesse knew what was happening, he could feel his car inching forward, he was going to go over the edge. His mind flashed with dozens of memories as the car fell forward, accelerating downward like a rollercoaster but even in his terror he knew that it would all over in a second. Jesse closed his eyes, accepting his fate only to feel his momentum pause. "What the fuck?" Jesse turned his head as he felt his vehicle move but not by his will...something was carrying back towards the bridge.

Jon pushed the sedan back on the bridge as he could see dozens of people having exited their vehicle in astonishment to get a better look at the newly arrived super being. Jon than turned towards the truck whose front end was peeking over the bridge. Jon leaned over, grasping the truck from the bottom and with a quick tug, fully pulled the 18 wheeler fully back on the bridge. The surrounding Gotham citizens watched dumbfounded as Jon displayed a quick display of strength beyond imaging but he wasn't done yet. Turning back towards the damaged sedan, Jon tore the door off and freed the immobilized Jesse.

"You alright?" Jesse could barely come to his senses though the blue armored figure who stood by was the only thing he can focus on. "Su-Superman?" Jesse muttered. Jon nodded at the man he recused in acknowledgement only to hear the crowd that had gathered began began to clap and cheer. It was odd being the center of attention like this. His father had done similar acts hundreds of times but for Jon this was still rather new... after all his 'super hero' career involved chasing down the most dangerous of adversaries, not resucing common people in natural disasters. Jon tried to think of saying something witty or creative to put the people at ease but lightning streaked across the sky following by an ear shattering boom ending ruining the moment.

"Get to safety, all of you." Jon said aloud at the thunder faded, his request sounding like a military command. A hard wind rushed through the packed highway as the people instantly tensed up as if to brace themselves but Jon alone stood unaffected. It was hopeless, time and time again he made valiant attempts to aid the people of Gotham but the weather's intensity and unpredictability almost made his efforts meaningless. Jon gazed at the sky, his eyes trying to focus on where the weather device machine hovered. Would destroying it actually do something? Yet in his debate, Jon caught a passenger plane steak across in the sky, its nose tilted downward. Jon focused his eyes... something wasn't right. His eyes honed in on the engines and judging from his view and estimation, the engines were being affected by the weather and the pilots were losing control.

One last rescue, then he was going for the machine. Another hard wind blew again as Jon took off, accelerating towards the falling airplane. He did not want to admit it but the weather was having some effect, his efforts were slowed thus requiring greater effort to move against the howling force. Lightning bolts raced past him, striking indiscriminately at Gotham below as Jon attempted to survey the aircraft. Now that he was right next to the aerial transport it was evident that the engines were as good as dead and the only way this craft was going down safely was through his hand alone. Jon took a quick gaze alongside the windows of the passenger aircraft, his eyes capturing the frightened looks of the passengers aboard. Jon raised a hand as if to calm the passengers who could see him as he raced towards the front of the plane. He wasn't going to let them down. Maybe he wasn't his father but Clark Kent's obligation to help his fellow man was an instinct he also inherited and a call he could not ignore.

Passing by the cockpit, Jon took a quick glance at the pilots of the aircraft who struggled to keep the aircraft airborne but their visuals were compromised and their transport no longer in their control. Jon took a quick glance downward... they were close by the river and that was likely the best place to help guide the aircraft. As the young kryptonian positioned himself in the front of the airplane he privately weighted the risks of his actions but figured that the river was his best shot at an easy landing and it also allowed him to avoid guiding the transport through Gotham's skyscrapers. Admittingly what he was about to do was crazy, he never attempted such a feat before but with time running out, hesitation was out of the question.

****

Jon gritted his teeth he could feel the airplane screeching come to a halt. The kryptonian's blue armored boots sank into the thick ice as he balanced the aircraft in the air before gradually easing it downward. Considering the weather conditions, the airplane should hold on the ice, at least long enough for the people to evacuate. With delicate precision, Jon eased the airplane downward with an exhale and with a soft thud, the airborne transport had made it back to the ground. Stepping backwards Jon took the moment to contemplate what he had just accomplished... he had pulled an airplane out of the sky and brought it safety to the ground. Impressed with himself, Jon peered at the cockpit and he could see the relieved pilots waving at him, their expression said it all.

"Jon, hell of a catch. If we all get through this you'll be on the cover of every newspaper for the next month." It was Coulson and still in a good mood to his credit. Jon pressed a pair of fingers by his ear to access the communicator by his ear to reply.

"Talk to me Coulson, tell me you have something on our guy." Jon braced himself, ready to move on the Weather Wizard's location and-

"Unfortunately no. Our other asset is on the ground and doing what she can. I guess you're up." Jon took a pause, disappointed with the news but he wasn't surprised. With Nikita now deployed to help Gotham's citizens, Coulson had more or less gave him the signal to go for the weather machine.

"Copy that." Jon gazed at the sky, the ice under him cracking as the super powered alien prepared to explode into action once more.

"Do Gotham a favor and break it good. Don't need any loose ends falling down on someone." It was a witty comment disguised as an order but Jon didn't need to be told twice.

****

Jon soared the air, racing past various lightning bolts and freezing gusts of wind as his eyes honed in on the vast machine over the city of Gotham. Jon debated just flying through it's center in one quick pass to smash it too bits and then deal with the remnants but he wanted to take one good look at the machine to see if there was anything he can learn from it. Positioning himself above the machine, Jon's eyes scanned the various metallic pieces, planning his attack but something caught his eye... someone else was already on the machine. Could it be...? No that's not the Weather Wizard... maybe an associate?

In a display of force, Jon flew towards the center of the giant machine and landed just several feet away from Raimi with a forceful thud, the metal under him bending from his strong landing. Jon took a quick glance at the mysterious being before him, his mind assuming the worst as his eyes began to grow an eerie red...

"So, the Weather Wizard has a partner?"
Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic

Jon ripped through the sky like a speeding bullet, the air seemingly being split open before the kryptonian. He must have taken flight thousands of times at this point in his life and even then, it still was exhilarating. Despite being fully aware of his capabilities, S.H.I.E.L.D in their various headquarters throughout the world often watched in awe as Jon would ‘jump’ from one area to another, covering dozens of miles in seconds. Despite being deep in the mountains of Eastern Europe, Jon was rapidly making his way over the Atlantic and closing in on the Eastern Seaboard. Such a trip for an ordinary agent would have taken several hours at least even with the most advanced aircraft available but for Jon, it was just another quick trip that felt like that would only last minutes.

Every once in awhile Jon would eye a lone vessel out at sea and if they were lucky the crew would catch a glimpse of the speeding humanoid figure until it disappeared, leaving a thunderous echo as sound raced to follow the alien in his wake. “Soon.” Jon thought. Yet in his private thoughts the realization that that he was returning to Gotham to find and bring in his childhood friend, Damian bothered him. The fabled Bat family was shrouded in myth and awe and Bruce Wayne in his time was every bit the hero Clark Kent was or at least that’s how Jon figured. Bruce did not have Clark’s kryptonian physiology yet made up for it through unparalleled strength of will and mind. Yet for all his greatness, Bruce was dead along with members of the Bat family and the killers were roaming free.

S.H.I.E.L.D however were not the mourning type. Batman was a vigilante, independent of the law who did not answer to any authority. This unpredictability made him dangerous and with the circumstances regarding the death of Bruce Wayne and the others, Jon was tasked with bringing Damian in to uncover the truth because… S.H.I.E.L.D had to know everything. Jon had long pondered this mission and why he was chosen. Perhaps it was the bond he once shared with Damian? Or perhaps those in charge thought Jon would be able to convince Damian to turn in easy or maybe it’s because of Damian’s abilities made it that anything less than the son of Superman himself was incapable of bringing in the son of Bruce Wayne.

So consumed with his thoughts that only did Jon realize the air around him turned cold as if he was suddenly entering the eastern European mountains once more. “That’s not right…” Jon took a glance around him and realized that it was snowing. Suddenly a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and the roar of thunder echoed all around him. “This came out of nowhere so quickly. So… unnatural.” Jon mused privately as he focused his eyes straight ahead. The clouds were darkening, and the bizarre weather was only getting stronger, and he was heading straight towards its source. Recognizing the seriousness of the situation, Jon clenched his fists and accelerated…

****

Gotham

Jon landed with a soft thud, his boots sinking into the snow-covered roof. It was the storm of the century going all around him and Jon could hear the raging panic in the streets below. At this point the wind was blowing extremely hard and violent bolts of lightning struck at Gotham’s tallest buildings with an unnatural violence. Amidst the chaotic weather small rays of sunshine poked through the clouds at random catching Jon’s attention as the wind blew and paused in some unpredictable manner and the air felt hot and cold all at the same time. The kryptonian turned his eyes to the sky and tried to focus past the clouds and his eyes managed to make out sort of machine in the sky. If it was not obvious before, it was now… Jon entered the Gotham S.H.I.E.L.D safehouse in a hurry knowing he was about to get his answer.

"You're late." A voice called out as Jon entered the large communication room where dozens of S.H.I.E.L.D agents frantically analyzed screens filled with data and images of what was not only going outside Gotham but seemingly the whole world. Agent Phil Coulson approached the Kryptonian, his arm extended for a handshake. Jon took the hand firmly as they greeted each other with a customary nod fitting of good friends. “Sorry. Bad weather. I ran into traffic.” Jon replied. It was a joke but not a good one. “So, what are we dealing with?”

Coulson pointed towards a TV recording from one of the major news channels as reporter Vicki Vale relayed the news. Jon listened intently as images of the chaos from all over the world filled the screen.

“We need to find Mardon.” Coulson finally stated concluding that Jon heard all that he needed to hear.

“If he’s in Gotham, I’ll get him.” Jon replied.

“Last I checked all of command is trying to find something that can lead to his whereabouts. As of now command wants to keep you here, ready to go should we get a lead on Mardon.”

“I’m not sitting around here while all of this is going on.” Jon argued.

Coulson shrugged. “Not my orders but if Mardon is in Gotham and he knows you are here, he’ll do what he can to stay away from you.”

“I’m not going to stay cooped up while people are dying. Command has 15 minutes. If they don’t find something I’m destroying whatever that is above Gotham.” Coulson’s expression changed to one of amusement and shock.
“Hold up, we don’t exactly know what that will do”. Coulson raised a hand in a calming fashion as if to temper off the kryptonian but Jon was undeterred.

“You’re right but I’ll take my chances. The aerial fleet may be down but I can still get to it.”

“And what will you in the 15 minute grace period you've decided to bless us with?” The question came with a bit of sarcasm and sass though Coulson was one of the few who had that type of relationship with Jon.

“I’ll go street side, see what I can do to help get people into shelter.” A good answer.
Coulson nodded begrudgingly knowing whatever opinion he had or alternative suggestion, Jon would have just overruled him. Coulson’s eyes then scanned over one particular screen that detailed a variety of information.

“I almost forgot. We do have another asset in Gotham. Perhaps she can be of some help…”

Jon shot Coulson a puzzled look and in return Coulson reached over and grabbed a tablet and sorted through several files before handing the tablet over. Jon scrolled through the tablet “A Russian girl… Nikita Kos… 19…Huh… that’s interesting.” Jon continued to sort through Nikita’s profile. At its conclusion Jon looked at Coulson “Is she field ready?”

Coulson shrugged in reply “Well she’s with another agent, a longtime friend of a mine… a miss Daisy Johnson.”

“Get in contact with them, try to see if they can provide aid to any people that need it and if they get a chance on Mardon… you tell them to contact me.” Jon turned and headed towards the exit but paused as Coulson called out to him. “As important as this all is we still have a Bat issue.” Jon didn’t reply immediately, taking several moments to come up with a response.

"He can wait you know." Jon said finally breaking the silence. "This right now is priority."

"If you ask me, I agree. But the agency wants their pound of flesh. They want Damian brought in ASAP.” Coulson turned to look at the various data screens once more, one that was highlighting several meta humans all around the world taking actions to help deal with the current event. “This latest catastrophe is revealing a lot of interesting folk like yourself. We’ve had some odd sightings coming from Coastal City for example. All I’m saying is, just be careful out there Jon, we don’t know whose side people are on and the world just keeps getting weirder.” There was truth to those words, but Jon remained undeterred.

“Just keep me up to date if anything else comes up.” And just like that the new Superman was off.
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