Nerevarine

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Pathe Prison, Alexandria, Egypt
Hirutila awoke to the feeling of hardened bread smacking across his face. He scrambled awake, only to be held back, wincing as the shackles cut deeper into his wrists as he tried to get himself up to grab the bread. He dug his finger into the hardened crust of the bread, barely able to pull off a chunk to eat.

"Good morning captain", one of the guards spoke mockingly. "Today it's been five years since you've come here. The other guards and I have decided to get you a little something special to commemorate the occassion". The two guards let out a hard laugh as they walked away up the staircase. Hirutila sat himself down on the floor and chewed on the hardened bread, which crumbled as his teeth barely managed to cut through it. Had it really been five years already? The time seemed to go by so quickly after he lost track of the days. He pondered over what the guards intended to do with him this time. However, he resolved not to think about it and continue eating.

A few more strained bites were made before the sound of an opening door caught his attention. He expected guards, which left Hirutila surprised when the entrant was rather, a pink creature.

"Special delivery for you, kupo!" the moogle said as it fluttered down to him, tossing a letter of some sort over to the chained Hirutila. He opened the letter, however it only left him with more questions than answers.

"Constantinople...Never heard of it." Hirutila replied.

"That won't be a problem, kupo. Everything will be explained once you meet with the Emperor." the Moogle replied.

Hirutila lifted his arms to show the shackles keeping him chained onto the floor. "The only problem is, they've got me chained up here. Unless you know a way out?"

"Your keyblade, kupo!" The Moogle replied, only for Hirutila to reply with a slient glare.

"My what?"

"Oh?" The moogle responded pensivly, "You haven't manifested your keyblade yet?"

Hirutula shook his head, "I can't say I understand anything you're talking about."

"Well, try it! Try thinking about your freedom and breaking free of your chains again" The Moogle spoke, but Hirutila declined.

"There's no way I'm getting out of here. Sorry, but I think you'll just have to find someone else to help you out."

It was at that moment that Hirutila and the Moogle heard a series of bloodcurrdling screams echo out of the open door, with the clashing of steel, followed by a glow of fire, and then silence. The two looked over at the doorway, hearing footsteps growing closer, before a cloaked figure began to descend down the stairs. The moogle flew off into a corner as the man approached the cell holding Hirutila. He said nothing, but looked on in shock as the cloaked man raised up his sword, which began to glow raident with fire before slashing into the iron bars. The cut glowed hot red, the metal turned molten, as the man grabbed the door and pulled it open.

Hirutila crawled his way as far back as the chains would permit him, but found himself backed into a corner as the figure's sword glowed once again, and swung down towards him.

A flash of light overtook the room, and Hirutila opened his eyes to find a weapon had materialized in his hands, stopping the assailant's sword, and his shackles had fallen beside him. Hirutila immediately kicked the swordsman in the chest and vaulted up running out of the cell and up the stairs, the moogle following behind.

"The letter said you had a ship, where is it?" Hirutila asked.

"Right outside the prison, kupo!"

Hirutila looked with confusion at the moogle, sputtering a bit before conceeding, "Ill ask about it later, lets just get out of here".

The two made it through the prison with little effort, the mysterious swordsman seemingly having slaughtered all the guardsmen with little effort. Outside lay the gummi ship, which the moogle motioned Hirutila to get into. The Two got in, as the moogle prepared the take off, the two found their assailent had jumped into the ship, carrying all three off towards Renovation. Hirutila defended himself from the punches of the swordsman, finally managing to get a hand around his neck as the ship entered into Constantinople.

"Open the door!", shouted Hirutila to the Moogle, who protested until Hirutila demanded it again. The moogle opened up the door of the Gummi Ship, and Hirutila used what little strength he had left to throw the swordsman out, leaving him to tumble 2000 ft directly into the Bosphorus.

Hirutila lay exhaused on the floor as the ship piloted itself towards a magnificent castle.

"There it is, kupo. The Emperor's palace."

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Second character, ran the idea by Bee already so submitting the app for final evaluation

Lion of Judah

Name: Zekaraya Yordan (Zecharaiah ben Yardan)
Appearance:
Zekaraya has dark brown skin, black eyes and hair twisted into long curls that hang down to his shoulders. His head is typically covered in a white cloth tied like a turban. He looks significantly younger than he really is, owing to the magitek infused into his body actively repairing damage both from injury and natural aging. Typical clothing for him is a simple white tunic that falls to about mid knee length, with a pair of loose fitting pants underneath. He is also typically wearing a dark gray cloak over his body as well. He does not immediately come off as too imposing due to the fact that his large height (6 feet) is offset by his very thin build.
Bio:
The story of Zekaraya actually predates his own birth, starting with the individual who would come to call himself Messiah.
Following the fall of Israel by the hands of the Babylonians, it is said that a group of Israelites managed to escape with the sacred treasures of the temple to the land of Ethiopia, where it is said that the legendary King Solomon had left a child with their Queen, one named Menelik. Menelik and his new companions would go on to unite Ethiopia under his rule and found the Solomonic Dynasty, and when powerful enough, take Israel back.
Over time, Israel would, in fact, rise again, but under the Hasmoneans, rather than the Solomonids. When the Hasmoneans attempted to made restored contact with the Jewish population of Ethiopia, they found that the Solomonids rejected their claims to legitimacy, seeing them as pretenders backed by Egypt, and the Negus of Ethiopia condemned the Hasmoneans, declaring that the Kingdom of Ethiopia's end goal would be to retake Israel and put the Godly mandated Davidic line, carried by Solomon's descendants in Ethiopia, on the throne. Thus did Judaism in Ethiopia and The Middle-East have their first Great Schism. Some few hundred years later, The Solomonids then carried out a purge of any tribes that they found were loyal to the Hasmonean supported Priesthood, forcing them to flee from the lands the controlled, sending them north-west into the Sahara. During one of these military campaigns, the Ethiopian forces attacked a Semitic tribe known as the Thamudites and forced them to leave. The leader of the assault was one of the Negus's sons, who engaged in the pillaging of the Thamudites lands after defeating them. The prince killed a soldier who had retreated to his home to defend his family, killing his wife as well and raping their daughter. When the Thamudites were forced to flee into the Sahara, the young girl was left pregnant with the prince's son, who would be born later when the tribe had settled into a permanent location. The boy was named Immanu'il bin Nasonyi, and was raised by his mother and her husband Nsonyi, a trader from the nearby Lunda Bantu tribe. Largely resented by his mother and father, he learned how to fend for himself early in his life. Immanu'il earned a living as a blacksmith later in life, and around the age of 22, he began to feel a strong calling towards religious studies, first studying under the Kahens of the Thamudites, but quickly forming dissenting ideas that caused him to cease studies, and devote himself to developing his own interpretations in quiet. During one of these studies, Immanu'il was visited by a mysterious figure, who claimed to be an agent of God and demonstrated himself to be a powerful mage, with knowledge of seemingly everything in their world. The figure told Immanu'il that he was, in fact, the Messiah of the Jewish people and that his true name was Emmanuel, and he was in fact born of the Davidic line by way of his true father, a prince of the Axumite Empire in Ethiopia. The figure then bestowed 'the power of miracles' upon Emmanuel by way of infusing his body with Magitek, turning him into a powerful mage, and telling him to seek out 'the ones who would stand at his left and his right" the "Son of Aaron" and the "Lion of Judah". Emmanuel would find the first after news of him reached across Africa of a Thamudite man claiming to be the Messiah. One of the travelers who came to see him was a Chorite (Hurrians who fled to the Sahara in ancient times) of Jewish descent named Kikkuli, who had also been undertaking independent studies, and believe the Messianic age was about to begin. Emmanuel displayed his power and Kikkuli accepted him as Messiah, informing Emmanuel of his own status as a Levite and a Kahen. Emmanuel then came to the conclusion that Kikkuli was his "Son of Aaron" and thus renamed him to Malachi, turning him into his personal advisor.

Once Emmanuel and Malachi had assembled a sizable following, the two took over the Thamudite tribe to remove any dissenters, and turn their attention outward. One of the groups that Emmanuel sought to bring into his fold was the powerful Tigranites, skilled warriors who would be useful in his conquest of Axum. Emmanuel and Malachi assembled an army and marched into Tigrinya territory. There, Emmanuel made a declaration that he had been declared the Messiah by an angel and that he offered the Tigrinites a chance to peacefully accept him and join his dominion, giving them 3 days to decide before he was forced to take them over militarily. It was at that time that Emmanuel was attacked by a 13-year-old boy who had stolen his father's spear and threw it at Emmanuel, though the spear was vaporized by a fire spell from him, the boy did not relent, attempting to drive out the whole of the army by himself. Emmanuel was impressed by the spirit of the Boy and ordered the soldiers to take him as a prisoner, for he felt that the boy was the "Lion of Judah" that the figure had prophesized to him long ago. In exchange for the Lion of Judah, Emmanuel granted the Tigrinites clemency if they refused, though they were so stunned by Emmanuel's displays of magic that they accept him as Messiah and agreed to give him military support. Emmanuel and Malachi would continue to gather tribes, taking their new aide, the boy named Zakaraya, along with them. Gradually, he became more powerful and more loyal to Emmanuel, eventually becoming the head of Emmanuel's entire army at 23, and lead the conquest of Axum, establishing a base for his eventual taking of Israel.
After 10 years stabilizing the country, the triumvirate consolidated their power, with Malachi wedding his daughter, Deborah, to Emmanuel, and Zekaraya betrothing his 12-year old daughter, Faven, to be married to him as well when of a suitable age. Zekaraya was ready to take on the Hasmoneans and demanded that Emmanuel and Malachi order the army and Axum's allies to attack. However, Emmanuel refused, saying that he had been visited by the angel once again, informing him that soon he had sent out an enemy to destroy the enemies of God, beings called the Heartless, who would swarm across the land, and destroy all enemy realms, and that once the Persians and the Vandals had fallen to the Heartless, then it would be time to strike the Hasmoneans and retake Israel, whereupon Emmanuel, Malachi, and Zekaraya would be given eternal life and rule over New Jerusalem as the three Judges. However, Emmanuel had been informed that his enemies had summoned a powerful sorcerer, who wielded a blade like a key, who was residing in Egypt and would ruin everything if he was not killed. Thus, Emmanuel sent Zekaraya to go kill this sorcerer, the one named Hirutila Albareikssunus.
Age: 33
Skills:
Zekaraya is an extremely skilled swordsman, capable of taking down many enemies at once with little effort. He is extremely strong, both from his own power and from Magitek enhancements, capable of decapitating a horse in a single strike of his sword. Hardened by years of war, he is an excellent tactician, and capable of solving problems with great ease. In addition to his own military skill, Zekaraya was infused with Magitek by Emmanuel, and thus has a great capacity and skill with magic, able to cast high-level spells, and augment himself and his allies with magical defenses. His most notable skill is that of the Mystic Sword, in which Zekaraya enchants his sword with magical power, and unleashes a spell upon his enemy upon them being damaged by the sword, augmenting the already high danger of fighting him.
Personality:
Zekaraya is brash and impulsive, prone to fits of anger and rage, which often cloud his judgment. Often immature and emotionally stunted, he prefers to solve his problems through brute force and displays of magical power, though he can undertake more cerebral measures if he absolutely must. He is fanatically loyal to Emmanuel, who he believes sincerely to be the Messiah, and is utterly devoted to his cause, to the point he has the air of being rather brainwashed, possibly as he was indoctrinated into his cause at a young age. He will seek out and kill Hirutila and any other Keyblade wielders he finds by any means necessary.

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Cool, updated my app with maps for the Green Sahara too

Kingdom Hearts - The Lights of the Multiverse (KH and Alternate History) [Full]

The Little Deer

Character Sheet
Name: Hirutila Saljamanna
Appearance:
Hirutila is a short man, about 5'5". His skin is a light tan color, and his face betrays his age, being slightly scared and worn, about what one would expect from a man in his mid 40s. He has wavy black hair, down to his shoulders, usually tied back, typically with a wide brimmed black hat. He has a short beard, slightly graying.
Bio:
Hirutila Albareikissunus Saljamanna was born in the city of Karlei, on the island of Sardinia, where he was raised until the time he was 13, when his family relocated to Carthage (Vandalic: Karkheda). Hirtula's father, Albareik, had elevated his family into the middle-class of Vandalic society by the foundation of a mercantile business shipping wheat from Vandalia to the Balkans and Anatolia by way of the Ostrogothic capital city of Bizantia (Byzantium).

Albareik was killed in an argument in Bizantia when his son was about 17 years old, leaving the business to be inherited by him. Hirutila was able to make a living as a merchant, expanding to make routes westward to Saxony, until a storm in the atlantic destroyed a fleet of ships, sending Hirutila into debt, forcing him to sell off what was left of his business to avoid being jailed.

At the threat of being tracked down by debtors, Hirutila ended up fleeing to Corsica, and Island at the fringe of Vandal rule to avoid detection by any debtors. It was there that he encountered the Chadian outlaw, Rago, who had fled to Europe to escape being prosecuted for his crimes of theft in Chad. An agreement was made between the two, who began a career of raiding the Mediterranean with a group of hired raiders from Europe and Africa, taking whatever they could and returning to Corsica.

By the Age of 40 Hirutila and his warband had become a major raiding force in the Mediterranean, though the career came to an end when he was captured in Egypt, and imprisoned. For the last 5 years, he has been rotting away in prison, seemingly left to die.
Age: 45
Skills:
An accomplished sailor since he was 17 years old, Hirutila is a strong, agile individual, capable of great feats of strength and agility. He's skilled in the use of a sword and polearms. Having to survive in hiding on Corsica, he's gained a great amount of skill in repair and maintenance of his equipment, even learning how to make his own weapons. But he really doesn't need weapons, and is more than capable of just beating up his opponents with his fists if necessary.
Being a merchant by trade for most of his life, He's good with navigation, and management of money and resources. He's also multilingual, speaking, in addition to his native Vandalic, Greek, Gaulish, Saxon, Persian, Hausa, Libyic (an Indo-European language native to the Sahara), and Egyptian.
He's also capable of making and deploying a notable incindiary item called 'Gothic Fire'. Most likely originally created by Greeks, it became associated with the Ostrogoths, who used it to defend their maritime interests. It burns very hot, and is capable of burning on water.
Personality:
Any carelessness that he once had was crushed very harshly by the destruction of his business and the forced exile of himself that lead to his adoption of piracy. While jaded from a string of bad luck that leaves him appearing harsh and abrasive to those he meets, Hirutila tries not to let it get the best of him, and tries to maintain as positive an outlook as he can. He is a devoted Okhemarite Buddhist, and tries to live up to the standards set by the religion, though he is obviously forced into a situation where he must compromise his values for his own survival every day. However, he abides by the precepts of not swearing, not drinking excessively, and avoiding killing as much as possible, though he finds that it often is impossible not to kill. His ultimate goal is to get enough wealth from piracy to be able to return to his normal life.

Lion of Judah

Name: Zekaraya Yordan (Zecharaiah ben Yardan)
Appearance:
Zekaraya has dark brown skin, black eyes and hair twisted into long curls that hang down to his shoulders. His head is typically covered in a white cloth tied like a turban. He looks significantly younger than he really is, owing to the magitek infused into his body actively repairing damage both from injury and natural aging. Typical clothing for him is a simple white tunic that falls to about mid knee length, with a pair of loose fitting pants underneath. He is also typically wearing a dark gray cloak over his body as well. He does not immediately come off as too imposing due to the fact that his large height (6 feet) is offset by his very thin build.
Bio:
The story of Zekaraya actually predates his own birth, starting with the individual who would come to call himself Messiah.
Following the fall of Israel by the hands of the Babylonians, it is said that a group of Israelites managed to escape with the sacred treasures of the temple to the land of Ethiopia, where it is said that the legendary King Solomon had left a child with their Queen, one named Menelik. Menelik and his new companions would go on to unite Ethiopia under his rule and found the Solomonic Dynasty, and when powerful enough, take Israel back.
Over time, Israel would, in fact, rise again, but under the Hasmoneans, rather than the Solomonids. When the Hasmoneans attempted to made restored contact with the Jewish population of Ethiopia, they found that the Solomonids rejected their claims to legitimacy, seeing them as pretenders backed by Egypt, and the Negus of Ethiopia condemned the Hasmoneans, declaring that the Kingdom of Ethiopia's end goal would be to retake Israel and put the Godly mandated Davidic line, carried by Solomon's descendants in Ethiopia, on the throne. Thus did Judaism in Ethiopia and The Middle-East have their first Great Schism. Some few hundred years later, The Solomonids then carried out a purge of any tribes that they found were loyal to the Hasmonean supported Priesthood, forcing them to flee from the lands the controlled, sending them north-west into the Sahara. During one of these military campaigns, the Ethiopian forces attacked a Semitic tribe known as the Thamudites and forced them to leave. The leader of the assault was one of the Negus's sons, who engaged in the pillaging of the Thamudites lands after defeating them. The prince killed a soldier who had retreated to his home to defend his family, killing his wife as well and raping their daughter. When the Thamudites were forced to flee into the Sahara, the young girl was left pregnant with the prince's son, who would be born later when the tribe had settled into a permanent location. The boy was named Immanu'il bin Nasonyi, and was raised by his mother and her husband Nsonyi, a trader from the nearby Lunda Bantu tribe. Largely resented by his mother and father, he learned how to fend for himself early in his life. Immanu'il earned a living as a blacksmith later in life, and around the age of 22, he began to feel a strong calling towards religious studies, first studying under the Kahens of the Thamudites, but quickly forming dissenting ideas that caused him to cease studies, and devote himself to developing his own interpretations in quiet. During one of these studies, Immanu'il was visited by a mysterious figure, who claimed to be an agent of God and demonstrated himself to be a powerful mage, with knowledge of seemingly everything in their world. The figure told Immanu'il that he was, in fact, the Messiah of the Jewish people and that his true name was Emmanuel, and he was in fact born of the Davidic line by way of his true father, a prince of the Axumite Empire in Ethiopia. The figure then bestowed 'the power of miracles' upon Emmanuel by way of infusing his body with Magitek, turning him into a powerful mage, and telling him to seek out 'the ones who would stand at his left and his right" the "Son of Aaron" and the "Lion of Judah". Emmanuel would find the first after news of him reached across Africa of a Thamudite man claiming to be the Messiah. One of the travelers who came to see him was a Chorite (Hurrians who fled to the Sahara in ancient times) of Jewish descent named Kikkuli, who had also been undertaking independent studies, and believe the Messianic age was about to begin. Emmanuel displayed his power and Kikkuli accepted him as Messiah, informing Emmanuel of his own status as a Levite and a Kahen. Emmanuel then came to the conclusion that Kikkuli was his "Son of Aaron" and thus renamed him to Malachi, turning him into his personal advisor.

Once Emmanuel and Malachi had assembled a sizable following, the two took over the Thamudite tribe to remove any dissenters, and turn their attention outward. One of the groups that Emmanuel sought to bring into his fold was the powerful Tigranites, skilled warriors who would be useful in his conquest of Axum. Emmanuel and Malachi assembled an army and marched into Tigrinya territory. There, Emmanuel made a declaration that he had been declared the Messiah by an angel and that he offered the Tigrinites a chance to peacefully accept him and join his dominion, giving them 3 days to decide before he was forced to take them over militarily. It was at that time that Emmanuel was attacked by a 13-year-old boy who had stolen his father's spear and threw it at Emmanuel, though the spear was vaporized by a fire spell from him, the boy did not relent, attempting to drive out the whole of the army by himself. Emmanuel was impressed by the spirit of the Boy and ordered the soldiers to take him as a prisoner, for he felt that the boy was the "Lion of Judah" that the figure had prophesized to him long ago. In exchange for the Lion of Judah, Emmanuel granted the Tigrinites clemency if they refused, though they were so stunned by Emmanuel's displays of magic that they accept him as Messiah and agreed to give him military support. Emmanuel and Malachi would continue to gather tribes, taking their new aide, the boy named Zakaraya, along with them. Gradually, he became more powerful and more loyal to Emmanuel, eventually becoming the head of Emmanuel's entire army at 23, and lead the conquest of Axum, establishing a base for his eventual taking of Israel.
After 10 years stabilizing the country, the triumvirate consolidated their power, with Malachi wedding his daughter, Deborah, to Emmanuel, and Zekaraya betrothing his 12-year old daughter, Faven, to be married to him as well when of a suitable age. Zekaraya was ready to take on the Hasmoneans and demanded that Emmanuel and Malachi order the army and Axum's allies to attack. However, Emmanuel refused, saying that he had been visited by the angel once again, informing him that soon he had sent out an enemy to destroy the enemies of God, beings called the Heartless, who would swarm across the land, and destroy all enemy realms, and that once the Persians and the Vandals had fallen to the Heartless, then it would be time to strike the Hasmoneans and retake Israel, whereupon Emmanuel, Malachi, and Zekaraya would be given eternal life and rule over New Jerusalem as the three Judges. However, Emmanuel had been informed that his enemies had summoned a powerful sorcerer, who wielded a blade like a key, who was residing in Egypt and would ruin everything if he was not killed. Thus, Emmanuel sent Zekaraya to go kill this sorcerer, the one named Hirutila Albareikssunus.
Age: 33
Skills:
Zekaraya is an extremely skilled swordsman, capable of taking down many enemies at once with little effort. He is extremely strong, both from his own power and from Magitek enhancements, capable of decapitating a horse in a single strike of his sword. Hardened by years of war, he is an excellent tactician, and capable of solving problems with great ease. In addition to his own military skill, Zekaraya was infused with Magitek by Emmanuel, and thus has a great capacity and skill with magic, able to cast high-level spells, and augment himself and his allies with magical defenses. His most notable skill is that of the Mystic Sword, in which Zekaraya enchants his sword with magical power, and unleashes a spell upon his enemy upon them being damaged by the sword, augmenting the already high danger of fighting him.
Personality:
Zekaraya is brash and impulsive, prone to fits of anger and rage, which often cloud his judgment. Often immature and emotionally stunted, he prefers to solve his problems through brute force and displays of magical power, though he can undertake more cerebral measures if he absolutely must. He is fanatically loyal to Emmanuel, who he believes sincerely to be the Messiah, and is utterly devoted to his cause, to the point he has the air of being rather brainwashed, possibly as he was indoctrinated into his cause at a young age. He will seek out and kill Hirutila and any other Keyblade wielders he finds by any means necessary.

The Scion

Name:
Audry Hjaurtly
Appearance:

My Hider

Bio:
Audry was born and raised in the remains of Carthage during the spring of 2268. A native of the Vandalreich, one of the last 'states' remaining in the devastated world of the Far Future Green Sahara in a time when humanity is rapidly approaching extinction, of both Vandal and Canaanite descent, she was born into a time when the lands of the Sahara were beginning to lose their fertility from a slowly accumulating desertification as a result of decreasing rainfall due to a climate shift provoked by a nuclear war, prompting the Vandals and the Canaanites to wander eastward across the Sahara towards the Middle East. Leaving North Africa and the Sahara when she was 13, her family moved to the region of Adelfi-Ammon, founding the city of New Ammon, in the area of the former state of Jordan, where she would spend the rest of her teenage years. New Ammon, built upon the ruins of a former capital of a major nation, was full of relics of the past, and Audry, who had become something of an adventurer, discovered many strange and unusual artifacts that lead her to become enamored with the idea of machinery and physics, which she took to heart to study in the hopes of one day making something useful from the scrap and long lost machines she found. While adventuring one day, she fell into a sinkhole and found herself in the mass grave of some kind of ancient army, whose bodies had long worn away into nothing but bone, but their armor caught her attention. Though it was archaic as if from the Middle Ages, the soldiers seemed to possess some kind of integrated technology far beyond its time, which Audry took with her to experiment on, only to have the machines seemingly burrow into her skin, infusing her with the magitec, causing her to fall into a period of illness. During a spell of delirium, she was seemingly instructed by a disembodied voice to venture out into the eastern desert. She did just that, taking off into the desert at night.
While out in the desert, Audry came in contact with a group of cloaked figures who took off at the sight of her, prompting her to chase after them until she reached some kind of monastic community in the middle of the desert, before being captured and taken back to the monastery. The figures revealed that they were founded by a great holy man who was saved from death by the "legendary hero" a young woman that they referred to as 'Gadyata', but who was later attacked by authorities and he and his followers driven out into the wilderness to fade into obscurity, as time forgot about them. These people, known as the Galileans, after the homeland of their founder, devoted their time to preserving the knowledge that they had collected over the centuries in their monastery, studying the Multiverse and the timestream, keeping knowledge of the Keyblade wielders and their long past quest, knowing that they were fated to one day meet a new hero, descended from one of the originals, who they would send back in time to meet the legendary hero, and with her, go to meet the other Keybladers and aid them on their quest to defeat Leo. The Galileans outfitted Audry with their magnum opus, a device known as the Chronodex, which would allow her to travel back in time to the Middle Ages, so long as she was able to find a sufficient space-time anomaly. However, Audry would require finding the Keybladers to be able to travel between timelines, something that the Galileans had never managed to figure out how to do.
Age: 20
Skills:
Audry has an expansive knowledge of machinery and physics, allowing her to make most anything from scrap.
Growing up, Audry learned how to fight rather quickly, picking up skill with both firearms and melee weapons, carrying a rifle and a machete as her primary weapons. Her body was infused with magicite from the remains of one of Malachi's deceased magitec knights, giving her some moderate skill in magic, though she has no skill in using it and is unsure of how to access it aside from activations when in distress.
Audry has a keyblade that can manifest, though she is completely unaware of its existence, believing that there cannot be any more keyblade wielders past the Middle Ages and that her time period is 'past that age'.
Personality:
A very cautious and serious individual, Audry grew up in the chaotic future of the Green Sahara, leading her to have a rather reserved and calculating personality, always analyzing situations before jumping into them. While a generally very polite young woman, she's known to have outbursts of anger when she feels that the situations before her are not being taken seriously, or the proper steps are not being taken to achieve the intended goal. She also appears to be afflicted with a degree of post-traumatic stress disorder from the hardships that she and the other Vandals-Canaanites faced in their migration from the Sahara into Canaan, and the generally violent nature of living in the ruins of a collapsed society.

The Green Sahara

World Sheet
Name: The Green Sahara
Summary of History: The rain never left the Sahara, leaving what had become a dry wasteland in our world to remain a lush and fertile grassland. Dominated by the 3 Great African Seas: The Moorish Sea, The Sea of Chad, and the Punic Sea. Home to various nomadic tribes and some powerful kingdoms, the North of Africa is much more relevant in the world.

After the conquests of Carthage, in which the emergent Carthage utilized its massive abundance of resources to utterly eradicate its rival Rome, and Alexander, and the rise of the Hausa empire of Chad, the Sahara was dominated by Three Major powers, The Carthaginian Empire, The Ptolemaic Kingdom, and the Chadian Empire, with the powerful Seleucid Empire exerting influence. Following a Jewish revolt taking place in Seleucid territory, the Ptolemy's backed the rebels, declaring war on the Seleucids. The Seleucids called their ally, the Carthaginians, into the war, prompting the Ptolemy's to call in the Chadian Empire. The War ultimately ended in favor of the Ptolemys, who backed the creation of and Israelite Kingdom, and forced the Seleucids to renounce their claims in Asia Minor and the Levant, ceding lands to the Ptolemaic allies of Pergamum and Galatia. Carthage was hit harder, being forced to renounce all its territories outside of Africa, withdrawing from Iberia and ceding its Italian territories to the Celtic Kingdom of the Senones, and release the Kingdom of Epirus as an independent state. Carthage and The Seleucids never rose again, with the remnants of the Seleucid Empire being destroyed by the arrival of the Parthians, and the Carthaginians facing destruction at the hands of the Vandals 3 centuries later.
Around this time, the teachings of a man named Siddhartha Gautama began to spread across the Hellenic world, attracting followers from all walks of life. The first to officially convert to this new religion on a national level was King Attalus II of Pergamum, who sent out missionaries to the Galatians and the Macedonians.
The Migration Period was kickstarted with the arrival of the Huns, who pushed Germanic, Celtic, and Slavic peoples southwest into Europe, Africa, and Asia.
The first to fall were the Gaulish Kingdoms, which saw them migrating south into Iberia to escape the Goths, Franks, Saxons, Frisians, and Vandals, later being pushed northward into the Northwest of Iberia by the Vandals. The Vandal Kingdom was destroyed by the Goths, who forced the Vandals out into North Africa, where they destroyed the last remnants of the Carthaginian Empire. The Goths established a powerful state in Iberia, with the Northwest of Iberia being divided between various small Celtic Kingdoms, ruled and inhabited by Gaulish Exiles, native Celtiberians, and Britons fleeing from the Anglo-Saxon invasions, gradually expanding south. Italy saw itself invaded by the Burgundians, who took all of the Cisalpine Italian lands up to the Tiber river, with the Senonian Kingdom of Italy remaining in control of the South. The Balkans saw an influx of eastern Germanic Tribes who settled along the Danube, and Slavic tribes after that. The Kingdoms of Macedon and Epirus were conquered by the Cherusci and the Ostrogoths, while the Germanic Heruli, Lombards, and Marcomanni settled in the Northern Balkans, only for the Heruli and Marcomanni to be pushed across the Danube and the Lombards to be relocated to the Adriatic coast by the arrival of the Slavic Antes, Serbs, Croats, Slovenes, and Rus. The Area of Germania, which largely saw itself depopulated, was resettled by Slavic tribes moving up to the Rhine, save for the Alpine region, which remained under the Authority of the Alamanni.

Meanwhile, in Africa, the Bantu migrations saw Bantu speaking tribes move east in northward and southward directions, encroaching on Saharan nations, particularly upon the Chadians and the Nubian kingdoms. Western African Kingdoms began to take advantage of the long trade routes from their lands to East Asia to become extremely wealthy and exert influence on the greater continent, culminating with the political unification of much of western Africa under the Ghana Empire, a direct rival to the increasingly weakening Chadian Empire. The Vandals, who had recently arrived in Africa, were also becoming rich off of facilitating Trade between West Africa and the western Mediterranean. Egypt remained something of a power, with holdings in Arabia and parts of the Levant remaining after the death of the Ptolemaic Dynasty, with the new Isaurian dynasty, founded by a Syrian born general Philippos Isauros.

More turbulence was brought with the arrival of nomadic peoples from the east, who came to hold dominance over much of the steppe lands, first with the Avars invasion and conquest of Pannonia, and the arrival of the Magyars soon after. Now Turkic peoples are found across Central Asia, reaching into the Middle East.
Religion in the Mediterranean and the Sahara is dominated by "Bouttismos Okhemara", Greater Vehicle Buddhism. A western offshoot of Mahayana Buddhism, born from the intermingling of Buddhism and Greek Philosophy, it has rapidly spread across the Middle-East, North Africa, and Southern Europe. The religion has also incorporated dominant religious traditions such as the Greco-Egyptian Cult of Isis (applying many of the practices of the Isis cult upon the worship of the mother of Buddha, Maya). Ultimately, Okhemara Buddhism is a religion that stresses self-cultivation with the ultimate goal of escaping from rebirth and reaching the realm of Nirvana (Greek: Nibbana) through attaining the state of Eleutheros (freedom). Okhemara, due to the influence of the Messianic Judaism movement, emphasises the arrival of the Messiah (Greek: Khristos), who is named Mateia, and will arrive to deliver a world governed by perfect law, and will return 1000 years later as Apeirophos, the reincarnation of Mateia in the celestial realm who will send the wicked to Tataros to make penence for their sins, and will fuse the earth and heaven into the "Pure Land" of Nirvana (Greek: Nibbana) a land without suffering, where the Eleutherioi had dwelled beforehand.

In contrast, the region of "Transalpine Europe" is a totally different world from the south of the continent. Organized religion and philosophy of the Hellenistic world have barely penetrated into this realm, mostly being inhabited by the most distant of Germanic and Slavic peoples. They are technologically lagging behind the Mediterranean and Near East, becoming less advanced the further northeast one goes. The area is mostly unchanged since the migration period, with the old Polytheistic religions of old being dominant. Norsemen utilize the complex river systems of the east to trade with the people of the Middle-East, keeping contact between the north and south alive. However, northern Europe exists at the periphery of civilization and is largely irrelevant on a global scale.

Currently the year is 1250 AD using our Gregorian calendar
Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.):
Kingdom of Vandalia, Kingdom of Egypt (Isaurian Dynasty), The Ghana Empire, The Empire of Chad, Kingdom of Libya, Persian Empire (Sassanian Dynasty), Israel (Hasmonean Dynasty), China (Song Dynasty), Visigothic Kingdom, Armenia, Kingdom of the Magyars, Kingdom of Italy (Senonian Dynasty), Kingdom of Axum, Lombard Kingdom, Burgundian Kingdom
Overall Technology Level: High Middle Ages to Low Middle Ages
Map:
Africa Detail:

Africa

Europe Detail:

Europe

Blue: Germanic
Green: Continental Celtic
Red: Slavic

Religion Map:
https://i.imgur.com/VkStGdp.png

Green Sahara (Bad Future)

Name: Green Sahara (Future)
Summary of History:
As the Green Sahara was saved by the actions of Capella, the timeline was left to be able to develop and mature in its own right. However, the People of the Green Sahara, while safe from direct invasion from Heartless or the Seekers of Darkness, found its inhabitants seemingly manipulated indirectly from an unknown force, leading them to become increasingly violent and warlike, leading to a Global Nuclear War in the year 1987, of such a massive scale that the earth was permanently damaged to the point that the climate began a rapid spiral downward into Nuclear Winter. The initial cooldown wiped out about 2/3 of the population, with the mass extinction of many of earth's plant an animal species pushing the global human population down to 10,000 worldwide by the 23rd Century, with the population only decreasing over time as the planet moves on without them. Humanity is left in the state of nomadic tribes in a sort of quasi-iron age with leftover technology from their past time. Humanity is extinct everywhere except for Africa and Mainland East Asia, containing a population of about 3,500 and 4,500 respectively.
Important Nations:
No true nations remain, only vague bands of people with similar cultures
Overall Technology Level:
Quasi-Iron Age with bits of Modern Technology
Map: N/A

Kingdom Hearts: Lights of the Multiverse (KH and Alternate History)

I'll give this a shot again. Probably will be able to keep up if im there from the beginning

The Little Deer

Character Sheet
Name: Hirutila Saljamanna
Appearance:
Hirutila is a short man, about 5'5". His skin is a light tan color, and his face betrays his age, being slightly scared and worn, about what one would expect from a man in his mid 40s. He has wavy black hair, down to his shoulders, usually tied back, typically with a wide brimmed black hat. He has a short beard, slightly graying.
Bio:
Hirutila Albareikissunus Saljamanna was born in the city of Karlei, on the island of Sardinia, where he was raised until the time he was 13, when his family relocated to Carthage (Vandalic: Karkheda). Hirtula's father, Albareik, had elevated his family into the middle-class of Vandalic society by the foundation of a mercantile business shipping wheat from Vandalia to the Balkans and Anatolia by way of the Ostrogothic capital city of Bizantia (Byzantium).

Albareik was killed in an argument in Bizantia when his son was about 17 years old, leaving the business to be inherited by him. Hirutila was able to make a living as a merchant, expanding to make routes westward to Saxony, until a storm in the atlantic destroyed a fleet of ships, sending Hirutila into debt, forcing him to sell off what was left of his business to avoid being jailed.

At the threat of being tracked down by debtors, Hirutila ended up fleeing to Corsica, and Island at the fringe of Vandal rule to avoid detection by any debtors. It was there that he encountered the Chadian outlaw, Rago, who had fled to Europe to escape being prosecuted for his crimes of theft in Chad. An agreement was made between the two, who began a career of raiding the Mediterranean with a group of hired raiders from Europe and Africa, taking whatever they could and returning to Corsica.

By the Age of 40 Hirutila and his warband had become a major raiding force in the Mediterranean, though the career came to an end when he was captured in Egypt, and imprisoned. For the last 5 years, he has been rotting away in prison, seemingly left to die.
Age: 45
Skills:
An accomplished sailor since he was 17 years old, Hirutila is a strong, agile individual, capable of great feats of strength and agility. He's skilled in the use of a sword and polearms. Having to survive in hiding on Corsica, he's gained a great amount of skill in repair and maintenance of his equipment, even learning how to make his own weapons. But he really doesn't need weapons, and is more than capable of just beating up his opponents with his fists if necessary.
Being a merchant by trade for most of his life, He's good with navigation, and management of money and resources. He's also multilingual, speaking, in addition to his native Vandalic, Greek, Gaulish, Saxon, Persian, Hausa, Libyic (an Indo-European language native to the Sahara), and Egyptian.
He's also capable of making and deploying a notable incindiary item called 'Gothic Fire'. Most likely originally created by Greeks, it became associated with the Ostrogoths, who used it to defend their maritime interests. It burns very hot, and is capable of burning on water.
Personality:
Any carelessness that he once had was crushed very harshly by the destruction of his business and the forced exile of himself that lead to his adoption of piracy. While jaded from a string of bad luck that leaves him appearing harsh and abrasive to those he meets, Hirutila tries not to let it get the best of him, and tries to maintain as positive an outlook as he can. He is a devoted Okhemarite Buddhist, and tries to live up to the standards set by the religion, though he is obviously forced into a situation where he must compromise his values for his own survival every day. However, he abides by the precepts of not swearing, not drinking excessively, and avoiding killing as much as possible, though he finds that it often is impossible not to kill. His ultimate goal is to get enough wealth from piracy to be able to return to his normal life.

The Green Sahara

World Sheet
Name: The Green Sahara
Summary of History: The rain never left the Sahara, leaving what had become a dry wasteland in our world to remain a lush and fertile grassland. Dominated by the 3 Great African Seas: The Moorish Sea, The Sea of Chad, and the Punic Sea. Home to various nomadic tribes and some powerful kingdoms, the North of Africa is much more relevant in the world.

After the conquests of Carthage, in which the emergent Carthage utilized its massive abundance of resources to utterly eradicate its rival Rome, and Alexander, and the rise of the Hausa empire of Chad, the Sahara was dominated by Three Major powers, The Carthaginian Empire, The Ptolemaic Kingdom, and the Chadian Empire, with the powerful Seleucid Empire exerting influence. Following a Jewish revolt taking place in Seleucid territory, the Ptolemy's backed the rebels, declaring war on the Seleucids. The Seleucids called their ally, the Carthaginians, into the war, prompting the Ptolemy's to call in the Chadian Empire. The War ultimately ended in favor of the Ptolemys, who backed the creation of and Israelite Kingdom, and forced the Seleucids to renounce their claims in Asia Minor and the Levant, ceding lands to the Ptolemaic allies of Pergamum and Galatia. Carthage was hit harder, being forced to renounce all its territories outside of Africa, withdrawing from Iberia and ceding its Italian territories to the Celtic Kingdom of the Senones, and release the Kingdom of Epirus as an independent state. Carthage and The Seleucids never rose again, with the remnants of the Seleucid Empire being destroyed by the arrival of the Parthians, and the Carthaginians facing destruction at the hands of the Vandals 3 centuries later.
Around this time, the teachings of a man named Siddhartha Gautama began to spread across the Hellenic world, attracting followers from all walks of life. The first to officially convert to this new religion on a national level was King Attalus II of Pergamum, who sent out missionaries to the Galatians and the Macedonians.
The Migration Period was kickstarted with the arrival of the Huns, who pushed Germanic, Celtic, and Slavic peoples southwest into Europe, Africa, and Asia.
The first to fall were the Gaulish Kingdoms, which saw them migrating south into Iberia to escape the Goths, Franks, Saxons, Frisians, and Vandals, later being pushed northward into the Northwest of Iberia by the Vandals. The Vandal Kingdom was destroyed by the Goths, who forced the Vandals out into North Africa, where they destroyed the last remnants of the Carthaginian Empire. The Goths established a powerful state in Iberia, with the Northwest of Iberia being divided between various small Celtic Kingdoms, ruled and inhabited by Gaulish Exiles, native Celtiberians, and Britons fleeing from the Anglo-Saxon invasions, gradually expanding south. Italy saw itself invaded by the Burgundians, who took all of the Cisalpine Italian lands up to the Tiber river, with the Senonian Kingdom of Italy remaining in control of the South. The Balkans saw an influx of eastern Germanic Tribes who settled along the Danube, and Slavic tribes after that. The Kingdoms of Macedon and Epirus were conquered by the Cherusci and the Ostrogoths, while the Germanic Heruli, Lombards, and Marcomanni settled in the Northern Balkans, only for the Heruli and Marcomanni to be pushed across the Danube and the Lombards to be relocated to the Adriatic coast by the arrival of the Slavic Antes, Serbs, Croats, Slovenes, and Rus. The Area of Germania, which largely saw itself depopulated, was resettled by Slavic tribes moving up to the Rhine, save for the Alpine region, which remained under the Authority of the Alamanni.

Meanwhile, in Africa, the Bantu migrations saw Bantu speaking tribes move east in northward and southward directions, encroaching on Saharan nations, particularly upon the Chadians and the Nubian kingdoms. Western African Kingdoms began to take advantage of the long trade routes from their lands to East Asia to become extremely wealthy and exert influence on the greater continent, culminating with the political unification of much of western Africa under the Ghana Empire, a direct rival to the increasingly weakening Chadian Empire. The Vandals, who had recently arrived in Africa, were also becoming rich off of facilitating Trade between West Africa and the western Mediterranean. Egypt remained something of a power, with holdings in Arabia and parts of the Levant remaining after the death of the Ptolemaic Dynasty, with the new Isaurian dynasty, founded by a Syrian born general Philippos Isauros.

More turbulence was brought with the arrival of nomadic peoples from the east, who came to hold dominance over much of the steppe lands, first with the Avars invasion and conquest of Pannonia, and the arrival of the Magyars soon after. Now Turkic peoples are found across Central Asia, reaching into the Middle East.
Religion in the Mediterranean and the Sahara is dominated by "Bouttismos Okhemara", Greater Vehicle Buddhism. A western offshoot of Mahayana Buddhism, born from the intermingling of Buddhism and Greek Philosophy, it has rapidly spread across the Middle-East, North Africa, and Southern Europe. The religion has also incorporated dominant religious traditions such as the Greco-Egyptian Cult of Isis (applying many of the practices of the Isis cult upon the worship of the mother of Buddha, Maya). Ultimately, Okhemara Buddhism is a religion that stresses self-cultivation with the ultimate goal of escaping from rebirth and reaching the realm of Nirvana (Greek: Nibbana) through attaining the state of Eleutheros (freedom).

In contrast, the region of "Transalpine Europe" is a totally different world from the south of the continent. Organized religion and philosophy of the Hellenistic world have barely penetrated into this realm, mostly being inhabited by the most distant of Germanic and Slavic peoples. They are technologically lagging behind the Mediterranean and Near East, becoming less advanced the further northeast one goes. The area is mostly unchanged since the migration period, with the old Polytheistic religions of old being dominant. Norsemen utilize the complex river systems of the east to trade with the people of the Middle-East, keeping contact between the north and south alive. However, northern Europe exists at the periphery of civilization and is largely irrelevant on a global scale.

Currently the year is 1250 AD using our Gregorian calendar
Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.):
Kingdom of Vandalia, Kingdom of Egypt (Isaurian Dynasty), The Ghana Empire, The Empire of Chad, Kingdom of Libya, Persian Empire (Sassanian Dynasty), Israel (Hasmonean Dynasty), China (Song Dynasty), Visigothic Kingdom, Armenia, Kingdom of the Magyars, Kingdom of Italy (Senonian Dynasty), Kingdom of Axum, Lombard Kingdom, Burgundian Kingdom
Overall Technology Level: High Middle Ages to Low Middle Ages
Map: Will add later once its done

Into the Crossing (a Drifters-inspired Alternate History roleplay)

Example Sheet: My Character

Mordrado

Name:
Lucius Artorius Moderatus, Dux Britanniarum
(Lucio Arturio Mordrado, Duce Britanico, in Britannic Romance)

Explanation of Timeline:
The timeline involves a unified Britain that was born out of the descendants of the Romanized Britons as opposed to the Germanic Angles, Saxons and Jutes. In this timeline, Britain remains a romanized realm, ruled by a Romanized, Latin-speaking nobility. The Germanic peoples were rendered a non-threat after their defeat by Lucius Artorius Castus Iunior and Ambrosius Aurelianus. Later, after the would-be king Lucius Artorius Moderatus allied with the Germanic peoples of Kent and Anglia in an attempt to put down rebelling nobles, the Germanic peoples in Britain were completely eradicated by the Romans as punishment.

Backstory:
Roman withdraw from the Island of Britain was a devastating decision made by a dying empire as it gradually crumbled from a mixture of internal and external stresses. The inhabitants of the British Isles, who had depended upon the Romans for protection, felt the effects immediately as their home was invaded by new peoples arriving from across the sea, the Saxons, Angles, and Jutes. With the lack of proper military on the island, the Germanic invaders were able to make quick work of anything in their path, rapidly expanding. However, the presence of Romans on the island was not totally gone with the order for the military to vacate. A few remained, including a local military dynasty descended of the Genus Artoria. All coming from the legendary British military leader Lucius Artorius Castus, these descendants quickly took up arms to organize an offensive against the Germanic invaders, originating in the western mountains and pushing east. A second individual name Lucius Artorius Castus managed to establish his own realm against the Saxons, declaring himself to be the new Dux Brittaniarum, with the help of an army of Romans containing the legendary Ambrosius Aurelianus and managed to drive back the Saxons so that they would never be a threat to the Britons again. For the first time since the Romans, Britain was united once more under a central authority, ruling from the city of Camulodunum in the East.
However, the death of the new King, Lucius Artorius Castus Iunior, the country fell into turmoil as individuals vied to become the legitimate successor. Among these was the son of L. Artorius Iunior, Lucius Artorius Moderatus. Moderatus declared himself to be the only legitimate successor, being the nephew and only surviving family member of the King and immediately declared himself to be Dux Brittaniarum. However, his claim was deeply disputed, with the nobility finding him extremely disfavorable, and creating rumors that he was an illegitimate son, or even that he had been born of out incest. When the nobility refused to acknowledge his claim, and instead demanded him to renounce his claims to being the Dux Britanniarum and recognize their preferred heir, a descendant of Ambrosius Aurelianus named Aurelius Caninus, and civil war broke out 3 years into his reign after Moderatus decided to use military force to coerce the rebel nobles into accepting his rule and to execute Aurelius Caninus.
Moderatus met the armies of the rebels, backed by the armies of the same Saxons that his ancestors had attempted to drive out decades ago, and fought with them for a final time at the Battle of Camboglanna, where he was killed at the age of 33, and his army obliterated by the combined efforts of the nobility, whereupon power shifted from the Artorid dynasty to the Aurelianid dynasty, and all the remaining Germanic peoples were slated for eradication and expulsion for aiding Moderatus. Upon his death, he was transported from Earth to the land of the Kreuzung.

Description:
A man in his 30s, Mordrado is a rather short and wiry individual. He posesses dark, near black hair, brown eyes, and a thick, curly beard. When he arrives in the Kreuzung, he is dressed in clothing typical of later Roman soldiers, a tunic, chainmail armor and steel helmet, and armed with a Spatha sword.

Into the Crossing (a Drifters-inspired Alternate History roleplay)

Few have ever heard of the place known only as the Kreuzung, and fewer still would ever have the chance to visit this place in their lives. The phenomenon known as the Kreuzung is a pocket dimension believed to be created by the intersection of other timelines converging into a singular point in spacetime. Serving as a hub between all possible timelines, access to this precious gateway has been sought after by all looking for power across the entirety of spacetime. Life within the Kreuzung has been thrown into chaos with the sudden appearance of outsiders from an unknown origin, who seek power over the Nexus so that they may conquer all of existence. In desperation, the people of the Kreuzung have sent out a distress signal in a hidden gateway, hoping that they can summon heroes who can save them from this new existential threat.

Overview

Into the Crossing is an RPG inspired by the manga Drifters by Kouta Hirano. However, unlike in the manga, we are not limited to figures from our own timeline, but important figures from all across all possible alternate histories on earth. Our heroes are characters who were summoned into the realm known as The Kreuzung upon their moments of death, disappearing from their own timelines and being warped to this new pocket realm, by an unknown figure. They are tasked with eliminating a previously unknown force who have arrived in the Kreuzung, seeking to take control of the realm and use it as a gateway to springboard their conquest of all of existence.

The Kreuzung

The Kreuzung was a name given to a recently detected pocket dimension seemingly existing outside of the flow of normal spacetime. The realm is an anomalous convergence of all known lines within the 5th dimension, creating a crossing over point where all timelines have an access point to each other. However, practical travel to the Kreuzung is extremely difficult, requiring extremely advanced technology. There are, however, cases of individuals simply being tossed into the Kreuzung at random, and these exiles are among those who settled down in the realm and began to settle it. As such, a native human population does, in fact, exist in the Nexus, born of the descendants of those who were ejected from their home timelines and forced to create new lives. As well, new 'demihuman' species exist in the rift as well, descended of humans, though evolved beyond baseline humanity, due to genetic damage done to their ancestors though the energy of the warp.

The native people of the Kreuzung are extremely technologically advanced, having access to individuals from all across all possible timelines, and access to the incredible energy source of the gateways, which radiate significant and seemingly unlimited energy that the people of the rift harvest to power their machines and technology.

Nations of the Kreuzung

The native nations of the Kreuzung were all born from the settlements of humans who were warped into the rift and had no way to return to their home timelines. Time flows independently in the Kreuzung from the rest of spacetime, and many of these first settlers in the Kreuzung were chronologically from the far future in their timelines. All cultures in the Kreuzung are descendants of those found in the timelines, and in many ways, still parallel those found in their original timelines.

The notable exception being the massive Shocker Empire, a totally alien nation that appeared suddenly, and almost overnight conquered 1/3 of the land in the Kreuzung. An existential threat to the very existence of the people of the Kreuzung, the Shockers appear to be planning to subjugate the rift, and use it as a base to launch invasions of the rest of the timelines, becoming an omnipresent Empire.

The Land of October is the home of the one of the major gateways, known to an individual known as the Keeper, who has summoned heroes from across spacetime to the city of Krasnogorod, to face the threat of the Shockers, and save the Kreuzung from conquest.

The Shockers

The Shockers are an extradimensional organization that appeared in the northern reaches of the Kreuzung suddently, using their advanced technology to conquer a massive ammount of territory in less than 6 months. Following this, a second division of the Shockers appeared in the Southern Continent, rapidly consuming a massive territory as a second base of opperations.

The rise of the Shockers has created massive instability all across the land, with refugees fleeing their opressive and violent rule flocking to the south and east, with the Land of October being flooded by northerners seeking aid from the injustice faced by the Shocker occupation. The Shockers eradicate all opposed to their rule with absolute brutality, and are well known for their purgest of demihumans, with the entire Elf population of the north being relocated to Aurora, Medina and October. With the aid of their ally, Orte, the Shockers seem to have an easy victory ahead, leading to the summoning of aid from the Timelines as a last resort.

Species

Humans - Baseline Humanity, descended from people flung into the rift centuries ago. They are more or less the same as normal humanity, however very advanced.

Elves - A near-human species descended from humans who recieved minor genetic damage from exposure to the warp, they resemble humans more closely than other demihumans, however they posess traits that set them apart. Elves on average are much taller than baseline humans, and have larger, more poweful eyes that allow them to see farther, and to see in the dark better than humans. The genetic damage done to them, however, has lead to the elves posessing a less effective immune system, and they are more likely to become ill, and on average have shorter lifespans than humans. The genetic damage done to their ancestors, and interbreeding with baseline humanity, has cause the elves to become less reproductively successful, and with the current rise of the Shockers, it appears that Elves may soon be facing a very real threat of extinction. A few nations of the Rift are majority elven, notably Yedinia and Finisterre.

Mutants - Mutants are the further degenerated ofspring of genetically damaged humans. More beast than human, the are completely incabable of higher civilzation, having lost all higher functioning centuries ago. They wander across the world, but are most prevalent in places like the Wildlands and the island of Grand Orciania, being the only humanoids located in the later.

The Land of October

- Called the first among Nations, October is the oldest continuous nation to be founded in the Kreuzung, created from descendants of Bolsheviks who failed to take down the Empire during the October Revolution. After being mysteriously exiled to the rift, the rebels settled in the new land and created their own nation out of scratch, founding the Land of October. The land was, unknown to them, home to a single human who had been living in the Kreuzung before all others, simply known as the Keeper, who maintained the local gateway, sealing it off from the Octoberians. October is the most prosperious of nations in the Kreuzung, and the leader in the fight against the shockers, alongside their ally of Aurora. October is the first nation where the Heros arrive, summoned by the Keeper in the capital city of Krasnogorod.

Character Sheet

My Hider

Name:
Explanation of Timeline:
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Description:

Precipice of War - The Big Leagues of NRP (Only generous tippers need apply)

Zaqqum Research Center, Somewhere in the Grozny Emirate

A few squeaks were let out as the rats took notice of the flickering heat lamp. A few of the rodents quickly lost interest, as they began running their paws through their head fur, or scratching themselves. The concerned squeaking resumed with the sound of the vivarium's lid being removed, as a large hand descended, grabbing a plump albino from the enclosure, as his fellow rats looked on in curiosity. The white rodent struggled as best he could, but the animal's efforts made little difference as he was carried off to the other side of the large room.

A single hand, clad in a blue glove, gripped the rigid corpse of the rat's predecessor, quickly tossing the deceased murid's body down a silver chute as quickly as the passage was opened, closing it as smoke began to rise from out of the shut vent. Unkown to him, the little white rat was going to be the next in a long line before him. The creature seemed to stop struggling as his feet met with the soft bedding in the tank, first scampering about in fear, but seeming to forget his concerns when the blue hand returned with a nice dish of water, which the rat was more than happy to greedily lap up.

Artem Kovalenko noted how quickly the animal took to the water. He had expected the culture would leave it unpalatable. Rat's were tricky like that, they were spoiled rotten by him. What animal would refuse the water for a minor taste, he had ruined these animals. Thankfully, they wouldn't be lasting long anyway.

Artem thought for a second, thinking of how he ended up like this. He didn't suspect, when he was a student back in Moscow, that he would end up being holed up by a teenage mad-man in the mountains, feeding bacteria to rodents. The Emir assured him that this research would save lives. Chechen lives. But Artem was no Chechen.

The research center was carved into the mountain face itself, a twisting labyrinth. Fittingly, the Emir's man for domestic projects called it the Zaqqum Research Center. The tree of hell, who's fruit burn the innards of the unbelievers. The name made the project seem more illustrious, more modern, than it actually was. One should not expect science-fiction weapons from a nation that must arm it's men with pipes full of gunpowder because a rifle is to hard to come by. Artem just sorted through whatever animal the Emir thought would be a good idea to let loose on enemy camps to try and take down a few guys before the real action started.

The death, the sickness, this was more a prison than a laboratory. The methods were primitive in the extreme, and more than just rats were dying every day. Hell would be a welcome change from being stuck here. At least if the Jihadis had got him back in Dagestan, he'd already just be done with this all. Having his head sawed off almost felt better than whatever gruesome fate awaited him in these tunnels.

At least some silver lining came. News arrived to the researchers that the capture of a group of Circassian bandits contained a potential breakthrough. A prisoner, who had discovered some mice that stowed away on the bandits' vehicle, was showing unusual symptoms. The jailers though him to have a flu and naturally did nothing about it. A week later, the bandit was hacking blood from his mouth with the increasingly worse coughs, and marinading in his own piss, turned bright orange from a mix of dehydration and blood. It was around the same time that everyone in his cell started showing the same flu symptoms.

The guards opted to shoot the men dead in their cells, but thankfully one of them had the foresight to send some blood, urine, and tissue samples to the center.

It was plainly clear to Artem that the culprit was an orthohantavirus. The rodent-borne nature, and the bleeding and renal failures, it mirrored the deadly so-called Korean Hemorrhagic Fever the professors loved to speak about, but he had yet to see a disease of this severity. He termed the pathogen as 'Circassia Virus', a new strain of Hantavirus he supposed to be native to Circassia. Perhaps his medical training would actually come into some use.

The animal would be farmed for feces until the virus finally claimed it as well. Artem could not help but feel a kind of pity for the creature, unaware of its fate as it happily lapped up water from its dish, unaware of the fate that befell not just it but all it would come in contact with. The Virus would need testing as well. The Emirate was never short on subjects. The Jihadis often found themselves integral to the naturalism they so reviled. He had come to hate it too, though he was no Muslim. The acts he had committed confirmed the absence of any God in this world. At least there was the relief of knowing no hellfire awaited him for these things.

The doctor, no, that term did not befit him in his own mind. A doctor is a healer, he had become little more than a bioweapon as much as the ones he helped create. He was no healer. He thought this as he watched the rat stand on its legs, beaconing him for food, and Artem obliging the pudgy little creature. It was going to die, but he didn't have to treat it like he knew that.

Precipice of War - The Big Leagues of NRP (Only generous tippers need apply)

Gudermes, Grozny Emirate

10:45 AM, Sandek Fishery

Chingiz counted his blessings every day that the Emir was in a position to keep food available for everyone. Chingiz made a tripe out from Gudermes every Thursday to the fishery, carrying away a few hundred pounds of fish to carry back to the city. But today was Friday; Chingiz had made the trip up to the farm the previous day, but Levi, the owner, was nowhere to be found. It was a hot day, even this early into the morning.

Moshe, the farmer's son, was out in the fields, tossing food into the ponds. The boy's eyes darted over to Chingiz, and he waved over to him to come to the ponds. He was familiar with the fishmonger, and knew why he was here. His father had gone a few days ago, yet had not returned. A day late was normal, but three days was an anomaly, to say the least.

"Good Morning, Moshe, has your father returned?"

The boy shook his head solemnly, "Not yet, we haven't heard anything from him."

Chingiz was concerned to hear this, it wasn't like Levi to just hightail it somewhere without leaving his family at least a note to tell them he would be gone for an extended duration. The merchant's mind immediately drifted off to the worst case scenario, and he swallowed hard, hoping that it was nothing, and that he was just off somewhere.

"I hope he will return soon," Chingiz mused, "How are you and your mother?"

"We are managing," Moshe responded, turning his head back to tend to the young tilapia. The fish weren't eating much, they seemed to be ignoring the food. "I'm concerned about the fish, these last couple days it seems like they don't even notice the food."

"Are they sick?" Chingiz asked

Moshe shook his head, "I doubt that, they're swimming just fine, they don't seem sluggish, and there's no algae that I can notice." Moshe simply shrugged his shoulders, "Are you looking to get your order in? I can get it done in time if I start now."

The Merchant nodded, and Moshe motioned to follow him to the back of the ponds. As the net was lowered into the pond to catch them, it became immediately obvious that something was wrong. Moshe pulled against the weight of the net, tugging and struggling, but the net not rising up.

"Something's in the net" he shouted, as Chingiz came to help him drag up the net.

As the two men struggled to pull it up, they finally were able to have the net breach the surface, with them dumping the contents into a tub to sort the fish.

Moshe immediately jumped back, with Chingiz gasping and turning away to avert his eyes, hacking and heaving at the sight. Among the fish lay, what one must assume was once a body. The bloated, blistering skin was ravaged, the marks of ichthyic mouths having cut chunks from the flesh, eyes sucked out of the sockets, replaced with gelatinous, putrefied blood. The blistered, bloated figure oozed as the fish squirmed, wriggling out from under it, bathing themselves in fetid fluids as they struggled, joining their guest in death soon after.

Chingiz ran back to his truck, breathing heavy to clear his nose of the rancid odor, his nose and mouth dripping with saliva as he struggled to keep from coughing and hacking. Moshe simply followed behind him, white and speechless, as he looked over at the fishmonger.

"I'm going to get the qadi" Chingiz sputtered out.

Grozny, One Week Later

Supian was getting agitated at this.

2 Days ago, the suspect in the Sandek Murder was apprehended, a Chechen named Movsar Maskhadan. Maskhadan was a muslim, nothing unusual for a Chechen. However, his victim, Levi Sandek, an Ashkenazi Jew. Maskhadan had further complicated the situation, and pissed off Supian, by committing the heinous act in New Zion, an autonomous Jewish commune set up by the local warlord, Kharon Geteyev, for the local Jewish teip. Typical of Kharon, the lazy bastard.

Kharon set up a court hearing for Maskhadan with the local qadi. However, the Jews objected to the use of a sharia court, arguing that as the victim was a jew, and the crime transpired in Jewish territory, a halacha court was necessitated. Objections were raised, arguments made, but no consensus was reached. In keeping with the typical laziness of Kharon, the issue was transferred over to Supian, the Grand Mufti. The stake of inter-religious justice was at stake, and it rested on his shoulders. Seven cups of coffee were his companion in this decision process.

The Mufti pressed the bridge of his nose, the tension of this was creating a nasty headache. If the emirate was ever to emerge as anything better that some minor warlords, there needed to be better laws than letting every big man with a gun decide his own laws. Ramzan would do well to put the people to the book, and actually govern his state like an emir, like a true Islamic ruler.

It was far from the first time Supian had propositioned Ramzan for greater application of Islamic Law. The boy was, however, a youth with little interest in the words of an old man. Osman was the usual recipient of his remarks, when the emir could not be bothered to listen.

For Osman, the Gun was greater than the Quran. The damned kafir.

It was abundantly clear that Maskhadan was guilty. But the problem came, in Supian's eyes, in that while he was a murderer, the Chechen was a muslim, a believer in God, while the farmer was a Jew, a dzimmi. The Jews called for his death, for his blood to be spilled. And Supian, he could not abide the idea of putting a fellow muslim to death for this. It was suggested that he be put into the mines or the oil fields for the rest of his life, but slavery was not permissible for a believer either.

The Mufti rubbed his temples, seeking some relief from the tension. What could be done with a low-life like Movsar Maskhadan, a low-life but a brother in Islam. That was when and idea came to him.

The Redoubt, Grozny

Only the biggest pieces of shit ended up in the dungeons of the Redoubt. The locals called it Jahannam. Though that might be an understatement, for many said that for what they had seen, hell was cushy and comforting compared to the things in which Ramzan liked to put the worst criminals in Chechnya.

As expected, Movsar Maskhadan lay in chains, stripped of all clothes save a rough, burlap garment. The shackles left him sitting, lest he stand, struggle, and dig the steel braces further into his flesh. The wounds were starting to become necrotic, and the smell of decay was coming over him. The guards were commanded to keep him alive, but it was obvious they were doing the very bare minimum.

Locks turned in the wall, and the two soldiers stood at attention, acknowledging the Grand Mufti as he entered into the room.

"Movsar Maskhadan" Supian spoke, as the shackled man's eyes drifted up to him. "I have come with your final sentence."

Supian unfurled the document, as he read it out loud. "Movsar Maskhadan, for the murder of Levi Sandek, I, Supian Inarkaevich, Grand Mufti of the Emirate of Grozny, sentence you to 25 years in service to the Emir's Army, and to make a payment of 54795 Dinars* to Moshe Sandek, for the blood price of his father."

Movsar coughed, "You're having me impressed into the army?"

Supian spat onto the floor, "If only for the reason that Allah forbids me to just kill you on the spot, and that someone needs to pay for the blood on your hands." Supian motioned for the guards to free the criminal. "You will be put to some use in society, and you will pay the family with your earnings in the Emir's personal military, since someone has to compensate him."

The guards forced Movsar up to his feet, the mans calling out in pain as his festering wounds on the ankles bent, and they dragged him over to the showers. "So get ready, first thing tomorrow, we're shipping you out to Mozdok."

_{*equivalent to 2 Million USD in OTL 2018}

Precipice of War - The Big Leagues of NRP (Only generous tippers need apply)

Grozny

"Miss Dratcheva, the Emir will see you now"

Aysha Dratcheva lightly dusted off her skirt as she got onto her feet. Her arrival in Grozny had been a rough one. Two days prior, a skirmish with Ichkerians resulted in the complete destruction of a major road leading from Argun to the capital. Escorts were capable of keeping a traveling party safe between cities, that was until they entered the Emir's demesne. These were lands where no teip was granted direct access.

Aysha followed the usher at a distance as they made their way through the courtyard of the Emir's Redoubt. When the Russians abandoned Grozny, the Chechens were quick to retake the city, and slaughter any Russians left within. What was left of the kremlin built in the city's heart was turned into another aul first, the inventive Chechens quickly reshaping the Russian fortress into their own image. Warlords holed themselves up in the fortress as Grozny changed hands like a whore being passed around. What was once a reflection of the Slavic domination of the Caucasus was no longer anything of its former self, and the kremlin was a reflection of this. Where once stood Byzantine onion domes, and murals of Christ and the saints, now saw calligraphy and verses of the Qu'ran inscribed into the walls.

Aysha was caught by the lifelessness of the courtyard as they walked through it. Empty plots of dirt divided by cracked stone pathways. Twisted bodies of flowers curled lifelessly, clinging to steel cages that once held their bodies as they grew. The death-filled courtyard complimented with stone engravings of flowers and birds all over the walls and pillars of the once flourishing center. Her concentration was broken with the loud creak of the usher opening the door to dark office on the other side of the court.

Behind the door was a large, robust man dictating something to a scribe, who was fast at work codifying his words into a twisted, neigh unreadable script. Duq'an, the court hand. Even for herself, she found the penmanship of this secretary difficult. A sudden sharp call to attention drew her head back to the man at the desk. His hand extended forward, motioning for Aysha to take a seat in front of his desk.

"Assalam Alaykum, Miss Dratcheva. How are you this day?"

Aysha made a small motion as she sat down, "Valaykum Salam, Alhamdulillah." She glanced up and spoke again. "You are Mr. Osman Masaev?"

"Indeed" the man replied, as the secretary bent over to the side to grab a new bottle of ink, motioning to the warlord for a moment's pause before he could return to the stenographing. Osman cleared his throat before the scribe motioned to him once more, and he resumed speaking. "I assumed you would have a wali with you"

Aysha coughed slightly into her hand before speaking once again. "Ideally I would have, but circumstances left me unable to afford to bring another with me."

Osman replied monotonously, "It does not reflect well on a woman who may potentially be in service to the Emir to be associating with men freely." He leaned forward as he spoke again, "She may be too loose to be trusted as his secretary."

"I assure you, Mr. Masaev, I have come as promptly to your service, being only in the company of men in my own teip the whole time."

Osman nodded sagely as he scanned her up and down. "Miss Dratcheva, may I ask you, what do you know of Emir Ramzan?"

"The Emir?" Aysha said, pausing to probe her mind. "I know he is young, that he took over from his father. But I cannot say more, I know not even what he looks like?"

"Of course, Miss Dratcheva, that is no accident. Ramzan prefers his image to be outside of the mind of the people of Grozny, that they know him through his associates. That the name Ramzan Umarov brings images of armies and order."

Osman motioned for his scribe to cease recording and stood up.

"Follow me, Miss Dratcheva, I will take you to him."

Aysha stood herself up, once again following Osman from a distance as he led her through another decorated corridor to a large, gilded door. Motioning to the guards, he had them open up a door.

"Commander, I am pleased to introduce the candidate for your secretary. Miss Aysha Dratcheva, a young scribe from Argun."

Aysha blinked a few times as her eyes set onto the Emir. She had heard that he was young, but she did not expect him to be as youthful as he was. The young man pushed himself back from his desk, walking up to the pair that had entered into his chambers.

"Marsha Oyllah to you both," The Emir gestured to them, as both Osman and Aysha made a movement of respect towards him. Ramzan glanced over at Aysha, who was tense, keeping herself restrained and at attendance in the presence of the Emir. "Miss Dratcheva, Aysha, please" he said quite informally, "relax, you don't have to keep up that high society shit around me."

Aysha's face contorted into an expression of shock and confusion at these words. This was the Emir? A man so young he didn't even have full facial hair yet. The long blond hair hanging out under his navy blue train conductor's hat and his large, round eyes gave this military commander an even more boyish look.

"Aysha, please sit wherever, you look uncomfortable standing like that." Ramzan said as he strutted back to his desk, "You too Osman, loosen up a bit" he added in, turning around as he stopped and pointed at the Grand Warlord as he pulled out a chair and reclined back into it.

The Emir's chambers were perhaps more befitting of a child than they were of the supreme military commander of Chechnya. The walls of the bedchambers were intricately decorated, with paintings of animals found in the mountains of Caucasia, and depictions of trains across them. Trains were a theme, as it was immediately obvious to anyone that locomotives were a favorite of the young ruler. Even on his personal desk stood a small toy train on wooden tracks, with a wind up key placed into the hood of the train car.

But what stood out the most to Aysha wasn't the trains, it was the other toy he had. Plush animals in glass cases in the far end of his room, meticulously groomed and posed in their containers. Beanies, a line of cheap childrens toys filled with plastic beans and stuffing. They were relatively popular, but Aysha never knew anyone could like them this much. Enough to have them in cases, and in displays.

"Do you like them?" Ramzan queried to Aysha, catching her attention. "They were a chore to collect. Beanies are rare enough as it is in Europe, let alone in a war zone like this." Aysha stared blankly at him as he continued. "I give my soldiers special bonuses if they bring me back a Beanie when they siege and capture a place. A real weapon in place of a Scorpion, Stinger or some other pipe-gun. Osman says I shouldn't ransom weapons for toys, but I can't just afford to be giving out what precious little professional firearms we can salvage, now can I?"

Aysha remained silent, prompting Ramzan to push her further.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you here, aren't you?"

"I was told that you were in need of a scribe," Aysha responded, "That is why isn't it?"

"Yes, of course" Ramzan replied, "But it's more than just a note-taker, oh no, no, no. I need someone who can help me with something spectacular. I'm in need of a very talented individual who can lend a hand in making my dream come true."

Aysha tilted her head, "I'm not sure I understand"

"I'm sure you do, at some level," Ramzan responded, before twisting the key in his toy train a few times, letting it go around his desk as they spoke. "It's hard running a country, miss, especially a place where, as they say, it's more guns than government. I have a few pet projects I'm looking to get off the ground as we start bringing this unruly mess under a true leader instead of a bunch of ragtag men with pipe guns and stolen carbines. Warlords are not an effective basis of government, and I'm looking to phase them out. But I can't do it alone."

"So how do I fit into all this?"

"Simple, Aysha. You will be my second body, my new pair of hands and my second brain to start planning out how to fix this mess and get everything going to unite the mountains."

Ramzan grabbed onto the train, stopping it. "Trans-Caucasia"

"Excuse me?"

"Trans-Caucasia, Aysha. The conquest of the mountains, and the technology to break through the once impregnable walls of our enemies." Ramzan lifted the toy up, shoving it into Aysha's face. "Trains, woman, trains"

"Trains?"

"I'm looking to build the first comprehensive system of trains to cross the mountains of this land. To unite the Caucasus both figuratively and literally. I need an organized mind to help me plan this out. I've already got the foundation working in Grozny, but I need to expand outward, and give us an advantage in movement over our enemies in Ichkeria. With any luck, we could expect to take the south, and drive that Egyptian and his fundies out of the northeast with ease if we can conquer the mountains. And once we have that, we will be uncontested, unchallenged in our supremacy over the Caucasus."

Ramzan grinned widely, "And you, Miss Aysha Dratchva. You are the cornerstone of our success!"