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When you marathon Rick & Morty S2 and expected laughs but the ending just slaps you in the face...
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@Klomster Belgium here! GMT+1! The brothers will have fun regardless!

That being said, I think it's time our favorite Dragon God said something, no? The second he confirms that they can return, oh boy. Don't expect Asivar to stick around for long.
First post up! Okay who wants to meet a Seer drone!? Or wants to be seen by a Seer Drone....

Honestly, I'd like to jump into the Space Star Federation & the Chelorian Dominion OR meet the Terminus
Sonora-System
Ygora – High Orbit – Beholder-class battlecruiser “Tringrad” - Bridge
22:53 Flagship time
Sonora Purge – Day 1


On the dark side of Ygora’s moon, Usra, 3 small, golden explosions erupted across the black void. Three small Emisarry crafts sprang forth and flew through the cold emptiness around the moon. A reckon unit, making sure the fleet’s arrival would stay unnoticed until it would all be too late. Once the squadron gave the “all-clear” the fleet jumped in. A part of the Fifth Crusader Fleet jumped in. Three Prophet-classes battleships, a Hero-class battlecruiser, a Beholder-class battlecruiser and a Throne-class battlecruiser. Part of the Purge wing from the Crusader Fleet.

“All systems operational. All ships ready and accounted for. We are clear across the board.” One of the Yvuïn controllers reported to Umbeliar Admiral Hugnises. Who simply nodded. The elder alien had a beautiful career behind him. But now it was time to give the newer generations a chance. Soon he would be honorably discharged and retire to the Gaia world of Illuminai. In the Asiv-system. Yet, he still had a duty for now. The Purge Wing was pretty busy. Every now and then a planet revolted against their Asiv rulers. Thinking that they could generate and control Faith without their gods. It was a stupid idea and most paid for it. On the main bridge, elevated above most Controllers he stood with Juricar Tendraya. A female Umbeliar not even half his age. Yet talented in both Faith and strategy. Though she was a little overzealous for Hugnises. But he accounted that to youthful passion.

“As discussed, we shall commence orbital bombardment.” He reported to the Juricar, who graced him with nothing more than a nod herself. Down on Ygora, all hell broke loose. Suddenly a fleet came up on the sensors of its capital, tirelessly scanning for the fleet to jump in so they could open fire with their Ground-To-Orbit weaponry. Yet once the fleet appeared on the radar, it was already too late. The Yvuïn battlecruiser “Shanaï” opened up the orbital bombardement. Only 2 energy bolts from the surface managed to reach it, yet the Yvuïn built their shield capacitators strong and sturdy. It did not break. But down on the surface the Ground-To-Orbit installation was bathed in golden flames. Not soon after the Beholder-class “Tringrad” appeared from beyond the dark side of the moon. It too opened up its orbital bombardment arrays, helping the Shinai in destroying most dangerous installations on the surface.

In the meantime, the Prophet-classes were launching their Deliverance-bombers and Gate Landing craft. Flying out from the massive the Battleships they came down upon the recently destroyed installations.


Sonora-System
Ygora – Surface – Ysaya
11:24 Ygora Central Time
Sonora Pruge – Day 17


After 17 days of bloody fighting, the Heretics of Ygora finally surrendered. The purge was a widespread success. All targeted compounds were destroyed by orbital fire, and the single remaining Asiv was evacuated within 3 days after it started. Deliverance bomber wings made countless atmospheric subflights. The Heretic militia forces were subdued in every corner. Not being able to stand up against the full might of the Faith Users equipped Purge Wing. Emissary strike craft destroyed every technical they could find from high up. Ground forces were ruthlessly efficient in taking down bulwarks of Heresy.

Civilian casualties were in the tens of thousands. On the dawn of the second day of the purge many tried to flee the bombarded world of Ygora. Once in orbit, charging up their Enlightenment Drives, the Hero-class battlecruiser appeared. Firing off it’s long-range Purge-beam. The civilian ships were utterly devastated. But it wasn’t enough. Many emergency pods were shot in space. Others were fished up, only to be imprisoned and prepared for trial. Even on the ground the civilian population was ruthlessly treated as Heretics. Whether they helped or fought off the rebels. It did not matter to the Yvuïn Knight Orders. Entire cities became penal compounds. With limited food, energy or water many started to starve. Right until now.

The Purge Trials began. Those who didn’t die, would have wished they had. Your trial lasted maybe 5 minutes, if you’re a captivating speaker. Those got off easy: execution. Others were not so good, they faced slavery. Some even dared to openly defy the Asiv. Torture, a practice officially banned on civilians, was perfectly allowed by a military tribunal. Many bones were broken.

The Juricar was very thorough, and demanded statistics from all twelve different tribunals. Up in orbit the Purge Fleet of Admiral Hugnises received new orders. Ygora was initially established on the fringes of the last expedition’s discovered zone. Now he was ordered to expand the known galaxy of the Asivar Theocracy. Seer Drones were deployed.
Okay so I was thinking about a sword-cutting-sword a little and realized... that's hella impractical to block, don't you think? Like imagine someone tries an overhead strike down towards you and you hold your blade horizontal to block? Well, the lower half with the hilt just keeps going and MAYBE hits something. But that upper half? Yeah that's definitely going to leave a mark on the blocker.
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Should have happened sooner.

@Legion02

Damnit! You make me want to go join this realm! I can see it now... a tiny cat human thing punching armored guys to death.



WHAT YOU MEAN, ARMORED GUYS!? You think my mighty warriors fight with armor like those pityful knights of Ha!? Heck no! Fur, leather and some chainmail! His Chosen are covered in tattoos though, which I'll give an important meaning through the RP. But you can be sure their skin is exposed at points showing off their tattoos. But sure! Del Sombra can definitely enter his realm. Though be prepared to be punched by Asivar himself, only to get obscenely drunk at night with him. He may not be the god of parties but he definitely knows how to make one! (though still, expect to be punched. Even at the party, especially during the party).

Also, making Lycans! And with making, I mean brainstorming. Not going to make those vanilla Lycans, oh no! They will be a blessing!!! Oh and hella strong too.

Oh also, for those who are curious. Nirvana is the literal name of the Viking warriors' heaven. Most probably know that, but Asivar's Nirvana and the viking one are pretty similar. For starters, in the viking Nirvana they could feast and eat in a big hall. Where you could get infinite ale from the udder of some divine goat. Anywho, when they're happy with the partying and such they go outside and literally fight the shit out of each other. When someone dies, they are brought back to life (don't know the exact circumstances how, I just know nobody really dies there) and they can also fight with the gods there (Odin, Tyr, Thor). The guys there are named Einherjar. I just added the eternal hunt part because I think it would be extra awesome.

EDIT: CORRECTION! I made a mistake! The Norse heaven is called Walhalla (writing differs sometimes). Nirvana is the Buddhist version of "heaven" or actual enlightenment. Sorry!
@SepticGentleman, if @Lexicon doesn't make them, (or want to make them) then I'll make a slight variation from the werewolf. Why?
Well I have officially hit rock bottom, I think that @SepticGentleman has ruined me, because I just spent at least a half hour making a hero sheet for a regular camel.

Not a man cursed to become a camel.

Not a super intelligent camel.

A regular. Camel.


Don't you dare not post that sheet. I must gaze upon your creation.
Nirvana, the realm of eternal combat. The lord of bloodshed’s divine realm was one, massive forest. Woods stretching endlessly, occasionally with a clearing for a creek or a small flow. The woods were full of game and predators living their eternal lives. You could die here, but once the sun went back up the next day deer would find itself awakening near creeks and wolves near their own pack. It was here Asivar remained for the entirety of the Silence. But the forest was not calm. No it was a blood-soaked place of violence, murder and a criminal amount of rage.

In the epicenter of the realm stood Asivar’s Hall. A massive, wood construction separated in 2 parts. The most eastern part was filled with beds, the western part was a massive hall filled with benches and tables. At the center of the feasting hall was a vat of ale and a table filled with cooked meat. That, every morning, was refilled. Near the entrance was the sacrificial table.

From the early dawn, right when the sun came up the chosen Champions of Asivar would rise up from their beds. Taking up their weapons from the feasting hall, they marched outside. To the clearing before the hall. Where, with a single horn blow from Asivar, chaos was unleashed. In a massive free-for-all warriors struck at each other. Fighting for almost the entire day. Those fallen were carried back towards the beds, where they’d rise again the next day. Re-invigorated. But not all participated in the mad battle. Some picked up their bow and arrows and stalked the forests. Nirvana was a place of Eternal Battle and Eternal Hunt. But once the moon came up, all warriors dropped their weapons, and the hunters were welcomed back to the hall from their long day of stalking their prey. The dead animals are to be thrown on the sacrificial table, from which they disappear. Serving merely to appease Asivar and prove that they were worthy of the Eternal Hunt and Eternal Battle. Every night he grants his warriors their wish. To feast on infinite ale and meat. Like madmen, they devoured the food while raging and shouting at each other. Fistfights at night are common. But all retire towards their sleeping quarters because only then can the sun come upon again. Dawning a new day of battle.

And so Asivar remained in his realm, fighting or hunting among his Chosen. Maddened every day with blood. Trying to fight off the yearning to return to the real world. His God War was not yet won, nor lost. It had to continue. And on a faithful day, when he just finished decapitating one of his own Chosen, did a white wolf appear from among the forest. Asivar immediately knew this creature was not from here. It carried a letter in his mouth, which it gracefully laid before Asivar and ran away. Behind him the clamor of metal upon metal never seized as the God of Bloodshed read his message.


Throwing open the large doors of Olympus Asivar marched towards his old throne. A crude construction of wood, bone, skulls, and fur. He slammed his massive war axe 'Avenger' into the table. A clear insult towards Ha, who forged the divine weapon back during the God Wars. The elegant metal has long since blackened and red, bloody veins pulsated its desire to strike out at something. It was not, in fact, the weapon Asivar would use mostly. It was fairly unworthy yet he carried it around as a stark reminder towards anyone of the God Wars he fought against his brother. With a grump, he took his ale-skin and took a sip of the bitter liquid inside, before he, begrudgingly spoke: “Speak, Kilgarrah. I have no desire to be among detestable company for long.” Though while he spoke to Kilgarrah, he eyed his age-old brother, Ha. Completely ignoring the annoying god, Iuppiter. If only he was the constant bringer of a storm, maybe then Asivar would grace him with a nod.


For those too lazy, you can copy the sheet from the hider XD. No need to finish off the tags.
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