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The Game

Location: Todder Manor, Room 13
Time: 3AM

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“Buried alive…”

The feeling one might associate with being buried alive is similar to the same helplessness Vaega felt, whilst drifting in the abyss of his own mental labyrinth. He was at a cross roads with himself, and the demon who invaded his essence.

“Do not play with fire, unless you are willing to take the risk of being burned by it.”

A cardinal rule now etched in the fabric of Vaega’s being, a careless, reckless, adolescent who somehow managed to cling on what was left of a very thin thread. He was between worlds, the living, and the dead. When he first was pulled into this realm of limbo, it was terrifying, nearly crushed him, but it had grown into such a familiar place that he felt comfortable inside the rules from which it sprang.

“You are a stubborn little one, Mr. Vaega, it is quite delightful to have had the pleasure of being a part of this experience with you. I did not think such a little one could hold up to such pressures from the likes of me, yet here you stand or sit, I guess.” The voice came from the opposite end of the park bench; a charismatic voice at a low tone if explained in words. The pitches of sound were in all the right places, truly emphasizing on the emotion being conveyed, but still a hint of eerie subtlety behind it. Bael’s hood softly resting on the top of his head, fingers laced together while his hands were being covered by his sleeves, they slipped into one another, while his gaze directed attention toward the ground 6 feet in front of him.

Vaega leaned back on the park bench which now displayed flakes of green paint missing from their respective places. The sky was clear, and the sun illuminated the park that lied before both of them. There were no people present, no birds, no trees, no life, just inanimate objects constructed from the unconscious of Vaega’s mind and brought into conscious view within the rules of his new reality. There was a bench, a pond, a sun, and some grass, beyond those things were nothing but a void of black space. He had been in his own head for so long, that the necessity to escape had faded from thought. He no longer tried fighting his invader, no longer tried arguing, no longer tried resisting, or creating mazes to hide in. Nope, instead he came to the conclusion that all he could do was let go and accept what happened. The park, the bench, the pond, these were all little novelties to distract him and keep him in a state of peace as he wore out the days on the outside.

“Now you choose to no longer talk to me? Vaega, you poor thing, when will you realize, the only one who has something to lose in this game is you. You are running out of time, and time is something I have plenty of. Do we sit here until your body rots away in a room where no one visits?”

Vaega honestly had contemplated Bael’s proposition before, he knew Bael was going to make it again soon. If it were not for all the warnings his lineage had instilled in him through the generations of books he had the privilege of reading due to his father, he would have broken long ago. Then again, if it were not for the jewel that hung around his neck, he would not have been able to trap the wicked beast in the very place that the beast wishes to hijack. In Vaega’s perspective he was keeping Bael locked up, whereas Bael tried to convince Vaega that he was locked up. They both were playing the same game, and both deceiving themselves of the true nature behind the game they were playing.

It was in the best interest of civilized society that Vaega keep his creature chained, but it was in the best interest of Vaega to figure out a way to free himself, and defeat the invader inside himself, but to do so, might contradict his ability to chain him up. Oh, the tug of war about what to do, this is what kept him staring at the walls for what seemed like eternity.

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Location: Todder Manor, Dr. Todder's Office
Time: 3AM

It is with great grief I am writing in this journal. We have yet been able to improve Mr. Grim-Maestri’s condition. The question is slowly transitioning from, “What can we do to help?” to, “When should we pull the plug?”

We know the fight he is up against, and we cannot allow for his energy to be used as a conduit into our world for that thing’s pleasure. It is still unclear as to what has him, but nearly 6 years ago today; he was placed in that room, and has never stopped staring at the small barred window. Never once has he moved, never once has he blinked, never once has he shown signs of life. What he has shown is the ability to maintain stillness, which if I interpret it correctly; it means he has not lost himself to what is inside him. How long though will this boy last? When will we begin to see the manic behavior of the possessed?

I had known Vaega’s father for quite a long time, and to be the one to look after his child has been an honor, but I dare say, will I need to be the one to decide whether he is worth the risk? I hope not, I hope salvation for this young man comes soon, and I pray for Evelyn’s sake.

Journal Entry into the Chain of Thoughts
By, Dr. Jack Todder of Todder Manor Mental Health Clinics

Starring, Vaega Mysar Grim-Maestri



Featuring, Lord Bael, First King and ruler to 66 legions of Infernal Spirits.




Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human-Possessed

Sub-Class:

Description: Young, subjectively handsome, and without a grounded mind. He stands at approximately 6'1" and weighs in around 175lbs. His lean frame is the result of physical inactivity, the "incident" had caused him to lose all consciousness of the conscious reality everyone participates in. His hair, although it still grows and remains thick, has transitioned into white. This phenomenon of hair color change began occurring right after his enrollment into Todder Manor. Vaega has fair skin like his mother, and facial features similar to Evelyn too. The Mysar genetic traits cannot be found in Vaega's physical appearance, but what he lacked in physical attributes to that of the Mysar, he made up for in mental prowess, and an innate ability to comprehend his bloodline's power as sorcerers. Today, Vaega's eyes are of no determined color, and stare blankly at the wall of room 13 in Todder Manor.

History:

To understand where Vaega has been, we must first dive into the two families from which he was born out of. The Grimlock’s and the Meastri’s, independently they’ve navigated the world successfully in terms of what the layman would consider success. Together however, they’ve achieved a legacy, starting with Evelyn Grimlock, and Vicente Maestri.

Evelyn Grimlock

Born into a family of privilege, she never once had to think about the security or stability in her life, but this did not mean she did not have her fair share of reality checks. Evelyn was highly educated, her mother and father made sure she received all the benefits of being born out of a higher class family. They also made sure she was punished on grounds of misbehavior, and the balance of both opportunity, and the philosophy of earning what you do, she molded into a strong, independent, grounded, and positive individual. Her ability to command a room by her late 20‘s was unremarkable, and by the time she reached her 30‘s, her father relinquished the CEO position into her hands so that he retire. A few years later, she would meet Vicente Maestri in Loom during one of his gallery showings; new artifacts were brought back from his travels. The two would fall in love, marry, and merge two of the most successful names, living in Loom.

The Grimlock’s Lineage

There was never a time in history where the Grimlock’s were not of an elite status. Maybe, they erased those “terrible” times from their history books. In any case, their roots deeply entangle in and around the meshes of some of world’s most influential communities in and out of Loom. Their power has shown itself in many vocations stretching throughout, law, finance, real estate, politics, and fire arms. Grimlock is even considered as the god father to some of the most influential individuals of the century. Although relatively young to Loom, the Grimlock’s have their sights on running this city one day. To make this statement known in certain circles, Grimlock Holdings Inc., the umbrella company to all of their other businesses, relocated their headquarter’s to Loom, under Evelyn Grimlock.

Vicente Maestri

One of the most integral Maestri members to have been born within the community. His ability to comprehend abstract ideas and engage in logical thinking created a whirlwind of potential, as long as it could be directed. Vicente emerged into a world quite different from most human boys, he was to be born out of a family who’s original start was before man could write. The world they lived in was a hidden one, it was one of even more dangers, but also with more rewards. The Maestri blood line descended from a tribe of nomadic sorcerer’s, the Mysar. Vicente would be educated, trained, and then promoted upward through the chain of command until his day as head of the spectre came to be. On the outside, Vicente was a artifact collector, treasure hunter, tomb raider, and business owner. On the inside, he was a sorcerer among sorcerers, the patriarch of a community burned into the ages. This patriarch however, would rewrite the script of passed thousand years, he would meet a woman by the name of Evelyn Grimlock. In her hands, he’d lay his, and their bond inseparable. She would help propel the Maestri and the Maestri Foundation into a position of extreme opportunity, not only in the realm of man, but in the realm of the supernatural. The realm from which the Maestri banded together to survive in, was now to be confronted and explored.

The Maestri Lineage

The blood line of the Maestri flow back to when man still wandered the great deserts and plains of the world. During these days, they were a band of nomads called, Mysar. The Mysar had a dark complexion with orange eyes, and dark or white hair, today they are quite diverse. The Mysar were considered some of the world’s most talented magic users, there were stories written about them, tales to be shared with their names in them. They were a lineage of sorcerers, who were eventually absorbed by civilization. The Mysar vanished and out from the ashes, they bore a new name to hold up their traditions, safeguard their knowledge, and continue developing their sorcery to survive a world beyond that of common man. The name they chose, Maestri, meaning “Master”. It captured their goal; to be master’s of an art they began a thousand years ago, so that one day they could fight back the shadows and even become as strong as the creatures beyond the common world.

When the Maestri assimilated into society, they emerged as book seller’s, but in time they founded libraries, museums, private galleries, and even assisted in establishing the school of Maga-Arcane. Today, the Maestri are a family and an organization; The Maestri Foundation, a non-for-profit, they provide funding and staffing for education in poor communities. This foundation has occupational positions, but behind the curtain there really consists of an inner circle, middle, and outer rim. The inner circle of the Maestri hierarchy are all descendants of the original Mysa. The middle ring are for those who have had at least one of their parents descended from an original Mysa. The outer ring are for those who were invited to join the Maestri Foundation.

The Maestri Foundation secured a foothold in the slums district of Loom, and after the marriage of Vicente and Evelyn, the activity of the Maestri Foundation has increased ten fold.

Vaega Mysar Grim-Maestri

The first in his position within the Maestri blood line to complicate its succession. Vaega was the son of not one, but two great parents. His father, easily considered the most influential Maestri of his time. His mother with accolades matching her husband, and surpassing him, both in wealth and power. However, Evelyn was of no descendant to a Mysar, which meant Vicente would be the first to break the rules as the leader of the Maestri. He would taint his own blood line, but in doing so, put the Maestri in one of the strongest positions of their existence. Vaega would be born with every opportunity known to man, he had a highly educated, and advanced Maestri education. Vaega would be exposed to the realities of their world and many others. It was his gift of comprehension as his father once had, that allowed him to capture the quintessence of all subjects he came in contact with.

He begun exploring his own style in sorcery and when he had reached the age of 19, he’d gone too far. It was in this year where his father, Vicente, would be murdered by a creature of the darkness. In a means to gain power quickly and confront the beast who’d slain in his father, he coordinated a ritual forbidden in the Maestri’s practices. Vaega would accidentally sacrifice 7 young friends and nearly kill himself in the process of performing rites to a ritual where 7 souls charge their essence, and then transfer it to the desired source. Vaega was the source, and he was to charge his essence and become a conduit between the realm beyond man. During this process, what entered his body was not what he had desired, and the ritual was a failure. It was too late before Vaega could abort, and by the time the ritual ended, all 7 participants were killed, with Vaega’s head hijacked.

Evelyn would discover Vaega’s party several hours later in the basement of their Manor. Vaega was stiff, and huddled in a corner. His eyes blank, never flinching, never deviating from position. A phenomenon horrifically unexplainable to Evelyn, she quickly snapped into a plan of action, the deaths swept under the rug, and Vaega was secured in Todder Manor, a psychiatric hospital owned by the Todder family. The Todder family belonged to the outer ring of the Maestri Foundation, meaning they were trusted, but on a need to know basis. While the inner circle discussed on proper actions, the Todder’s would manage his health.

Vaega remains at the hospital now 6 years later...

Abilities/Skills:



An art entirely developed and practiced intensely by his ancestors; the Mysar. Shadow craft provides Vaega the techniques from which he can pull essence from his own shadow, using it is as the foundation of his sorcery. He can then creatively engage in construction, and destruction of limbs, inanimate objects, illusions, and traps in relation to his environment.

  • Limbs can be generated out of the biological body without much time consumption (6 seconds, 1 post; charge time), and hold its form for as long as there is enough life source resonating within Vaega. This technique has the most flexibility as it is still attached to Vaega. Limbs can feel shadowy or solid, depending on Vaega's intent.
  • Inanimate Objects are generated by two processes, depending on the complexity of the object. If the object is less complex, then Vaega does not have to detach the shadow's essence from his originating essence (6 seconds, 1 post; swords, knives, umbrella, etc.). However, if the object is complex, then the process of detaching it from the original source (12 seconds, 2 posts; guns, vehicles, grenades, etc.) and constructing it in a way that gives form and established properties comparable to the "real" inanimate object it is fashioned after, is necessary. The object will remain in tact as long as the one who constructed it, remains holding it, for less complicated objects. But for the more complicated objects, it will remain for as long as there is enough shadow essence within the form crafted, otherwise the object will dissipate into the environment.
  • Illusions are also generated through the detachment of one's shadow essence (12 seconds, 2 posts; charge time). However, the level of illusion and the requirements of what the illusions objective is, will determine the intricacy of the ritual, and length of its sustainability. Illusions do not last longer than 18 seconds, 3 posts. Illusions have both abilities to be shadowy and solid to the touch.
  • Traps require the shadow essence to be detached and stabilized before integrating it into the environment for appropriate recall (18 seconds, 3 posts; charge time). Recall is when the Shadow Crafter calls back the essence of the trap back into its original source, which triggers the trap into action, and then slowly it returns back from which it originated. The trap can remain in tact if the Shadow Crafter can maintain an uninterrupted connection between their essence and the trap's manifestation. Traps may only hold its correct properties if the connection remains after triggering.
  • Shadow Form is when Vaega directly alters the properties of his own biological structure into more of a shadow essence than his original essence. The shadow essence allows for a more direct use of the techniques, but is susceptible to other forms of elemental or magical offensive techniques.
  • Further Applications may arise as Vaega continues his development in the art, but the shadow craft cannot create life or an actual creature that has a conscious of its own. The shadow has no conscious, it may only share and play in the ideas of the original source based on the sources ability to establish and maintain connection. It is also interesting to note, when successfully attacked by a creation of Vaega's shadow essence, one will experience disharmony with their own essence as if it too were attacked.


Invisibility: Bael can dissolve Vaega’s presence when Vaega surrenders conscious control. This is dangerous, and would be considered under the most life threatening circumstances. Once Vaega has surrendered control, he will have a difficult time re-establishing conscious connection with the shared reality. The transition from the metaphysical plane to the ethereal plane takes 12 seconds, 2 posts (think Lord of the Rings, but a tad slower, than the immediate Ring invisibility.).Bael will only have 18 seconds, 3 posts, to utilize his methods, because he will have a difficult time remaining in control of a physical body in the metaphysical plane, until it is completely surrendered over to him. Upon Vaega's reconnection to consciousness, he will be both exhausted, physically and mentally to the point where a limp escape can be made while navigating what will seem like a foggy maze.

Telepathy: Bael uses this mode of communicating with Vaega, if close enough and given enough time, Bael can also communicate via this mode with another person who is 30 yards in proximity to Vaega. To establish a connection, it will take 12 seconds,2 posts, of being within the range of reach.

One Organism, Two Spirits: Now that Bael’s spirit inhabits Vaega’s body, his reflexes, strength, speed, visual acuity, and overall control of the independent muscles in his body have increased dramatically. The draw back to gaining these strengths is the constant battle of control over the body. When Vaega draws on the necessary enhancements of physical attributes, he directly pulls from Bael, which gives Bael an opportunity sometimes to establish a foothold in Vaega's body. The more physical exhaustion Vaega banks, the easier time Bael has at gaining control of the body, with the intentions of subduing the spirit next. Vaega can lift 2-3x his own body weight (350-525lbs), run up to speeds of 40mph (the full potential of the human frame.), and reflexes are up to par with a cat.

Notable Belongings:

Mysar Jeweled Onyx Necklace - “Gate Key” (1 of 9): The Gate Keys were not always separated, they were once all one jewel of divine perfection, created by the very first generation of Mysar. Before a Mysar dies, a ritual will be held for the Mysar, and they will be brought to the foot of the stone. Once the ritual is completed, the Mysar's essence would be completely drained from the very root and stored inside of the stone itself. The Mysar believe when the essence is drained voluntarily and with a purpose beyond self, the soul can lift effortlessly from out of the body and into the transcendental world beyond without fear. Generations upon generations have contributed to this idea, creating one of the most important jewels in Mysar history. It was not until modern times, the stone had to be separated into 9 distinct parts. When the Mysar hid their names and assimilated into the modern society, thus birthing the Maestri Society of Shadows, a hierarchical structure forged. The inner circle or "Umbra" declared that immense power needed to be decentralized and such a stone could not remain in one piece for anyone to take or abuse. The Umbra of the Maestri Society of Shadows separated the stone and each were to be safeguarded by their assigned Umbra.

The Gate Keys if brought back together and the correct ritual is performed, then it is said the Jewels will open a rift in time and space to a dimension the Mysar designed. A library of all knowledge collected over a thousand years from generations all mastering the art of Shadow Craft.

The Gate Keys due to the amount of essence vibrating inside them, can also be used to strengthen an individual wearing one. It is not through physical attributes that one will feel stronger, but it is through mental fortitude on the grounds that the Gate Key's increase the individual's vibration and the increase in vibration gives their essence further elasticity and strength to be used with the mind.

Evelyn hopes the idea of uniting these Gate Keys will save Vaega. If there is anything to be discovered in treating the problem Vaega has created for himself, it was concluded by her, the answers will be in the library. However, after her husband died, several council members vanished. They are now to be tracked down and found in order to save Vaega, or so Evelyn hopes.

Mother’s Gift: A gift from Evelyn; a long cloth with an incantation embroidered on one side, with her husband, Vaega's father, and her name on the other.
I'll be keeping my eye on this, you definitely have my interest.
26 July 1910 - New Diya, Iyrez Stadium


Light pervaded over the lush green grass from the large structures stationed on all four corners of the field. Markings in white paint gave indication where boundaries were, where starting positions were set, and where one could advance for scoring. The hour was 1830 and the stadium had been filling up with participants and spectators alike from all parts of New Diya. Specifically the two teams who would be playing each other tonight were the Abletown Pilots verse the New Diya Knights. Both teams were competing in their division championship, the winner would be selected to advance and compete in the Casterball National Championship. Casterball is a national sport with two sides who posses 2 casters, casters are individuals designated to hold the ball for an unlimited amount of time and steps. The caster also has the ability to knock out other players if they make contact with the ball they’ve just thrown at an opposing player. All other players may only hold the ball for 3-5 steps, and up to 7 seconds, unless a player is inside the Firing Zone.

The other players who are not designated as casters will play the role as defenders for their casters, defenders for their teams Firing Zone, or as targets to be passed at for either advance or retreat. There are three ways to win; eliminate the opposing team, eliminate the opposing casters, or score in the Firing Zone; one player reaches the Firing Zone and tossing a ball through a 20“ diameter vertical hoop standing at 10‘ tall. The hoops are positioned so scoring is only possible from a side position. These hoops are called Halo’s and to make matters more difficult when scoring this way, a Halo is 30 yards from the Firing Zone boundary line.

Tonight on July 26th, 1910, only one team is to claim their reward while the other is left to reflect on their defeat.

The fans began taking their seats as an announcer boomed his voice from the speakers located around the stadium, “WELCOME! WELCOME! TO THE FIFTH ANNUAL CASTERBALL DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!” The crowd roared in response to the announcement, it had only been the fifth year that Casterball was first introduced as a national sport in the Republic and had already gained such a fan base in years priors that it became the national pass time with ease.

“TONIGHT WE BRING YOU TWO WORTHY TEAMS OF ADMIRATION, CONTINUOSLY SHOWING US HOW HARD WORK, AND PERSERVERANCE CAN PAVE THE WAY TO FRUITFUL OPPORTUNITIES!”

Again the crowd roared, “WITH A 10-1 RECORD, ABLETOWN PILOTS, and with a 9-2 RECORD, THE NEW DIYA KNIGHTS!”

The teams were quite evenly matched and everyone knew it, the records didn’t really quite package the games expectations of how well both teams would perform against one another. Although both holding quite strong records, it was the games they’ve lost and how they lost that showed both of these teams could have easily been undefeated up until tonight.

On the team of New Diya there was Ollie, Eva, and Dax. Eva was their team captain, Ollie was their speed demon, and Dax; a feline species with red fur, black stripes, and a white under belly. Dax was the team and divisions top scorer. Agile, precise, and patient, these traits were apart of his kin’s legacy which helped shape his fame. The Pilots had Kroft, Cara, Lee, and Javen. Cara was a Malcotto (fox race), aggressive and quick. Then they had Kroft who was their team captain, Lee and Javen who both excelled at defense, mainly because Javen was an actual bull, and Lee being 6‘2“ built with human muscle. Both teams would find themselves in a match defining their entire career’s worth of work.

1850, 20 minutes into the game and New Diya’s team marched down the left side of the field. Dax was in the front toward the center of the field, Ollie just diagonal to the left of him, and Eva to the right of Ollie directly behind Dax. The three also had 4 other New Diya players assisting their advance in a diagonal formation for easier maneuvering and passing. Eva, Ollie, and Dax were about to meet 8 Abletown Pilot players who were approaching their position from the right. The other Pilots were too busy advancing on the right side of the field caught up in a scrum with New Diya’s defensive players. New Diya had 5 minutes left on the scoreboard if they wanted to set the tone for the rest of the match.

On New Diya’s team, Lyn was a caster, and so was Tristan, Tristan was on the other side of the field competing against the Pilots advance. Lyn was the only caster on the left side and she was farther to the left separated by 2 more New Diya player’s from Ollie’s position. The 6 New Diya players were about to be swarmed by 8 Abletown Pilot players and time before the engagement was running out.

Eva had to think fast as her role was team captain, which meant team leader, and play caller. All 8 were coming from the right, her team was over the left in a diagnol fashion which meant a possible 4 man wall could have been formed to at least split the 8 opposing players up and buy time. If 4 New Diya players formed the wall, that would leave 2 to run down field and score. Her ideal players would be Lyn and Dax, but Lyn was the only caster on this side, and if they wanted to utilize Dax appropriately, Lyn would need to pass long to him.

“OCELOT! OCELOT! OCELOT!” Eva called out loud for her team to hear, “Jenko! Ollie! Liv!Wall East!” The others quickly picked up on her command without a problem as they had now been on the same team for quite some time over numerous years, using the same book over and over. Ollie and Jenko both took lead and peeled right to meet the 8 Abletown Pilot players with Liv falling in behind but covering a bit more up field ground as to buy more time for Lyn to throw, and Dax to sprint. Eva would shuffle over to Lyn for protection as Lyn acquired her target.

3 out of the 8 cleared the wall, it was a bit of a battle as shoving, pushing, locking arms, and other physical tactics were allowed to be deployed in close proximity. Eva would need to take the closest one, which left 2 opposing players uncontested and attacking Lyn. This meant that they’d be down a caster and no ground was being gained on the right side of the field.

Kroft came barreling over a wall formed by New Diya players protecting their caster. He could smell the desperation and wanted to take that caster out before she had time to throw the ball up. It was a gamble, Kroft and his 7 cronies let a feline run up field uncontested in order to blitz the only caster on this side of the field. If they were successful, Kroft being a caster himself could pick up Lyn’s ball and take it down field with the small amount of remaining time left. In the end, this moment was more about stopping New Diya and holding them to the next round than it was scoring. After a few moments of battling, Kroft busted through along with Tyson and Lee. They were heading right for the caster but New Diya’s team captain stepped up toward Kroft who was leading the charge. He tossed his fist forward to clear the nose off her face, but to his surprise, the woman blocked it, and proceeded to use his momentum to turn into his body with hers. She then popped her hips and butt into his hips and pulled his arm over her shoulder like a seat belt, which had him lose his center of gravity and tumble forward onto his back. However, just as she was to claim a victory, Tyson tackled her from behind but this ended up pinning Kroft underneath both of them. Lee was all that was left to get the caster...and he failed.

Lyn saw Lee’s top heavy body come storming passed Eva and with a quick step she avoided his bull rush. Pinning her eyes back on Dax, she heaved the ball as far and high as possible. The hail mary of Casterball, Dax took to his full stride with his head cocked over his shoulder, creating a basket with both palms the ball wedged itself between his hands and chest. He never lost a stride, ‘good throw’, he thought briefly before spotting a massive bull-like defender. The horns were a bit intimidating but he could tell the points were rounded down as to not pose a lethal threat in a physical contact sport. They were now more for show and expression than function, but still intimidating none the less. Dax’s options were to go left or right, right had him facing another defender, and left pushed him close to the out of bounds. If he were to slip out of bounds, the ball would no longer be in play and all of this would be for not. Instead, he opted to see if his abilities were really as good as he thought them to be.

“FOLKS! WE HAVE A NAIL BITER!” The announcer stood up from his chair in the tower overlooking the game. “#24 DAX FURLEO PLAYING FOR THE NEW DIYA KNIGHTS WITH AN AMAZING CATCH AND RUN IS NOW SQUARING UP TO MEET THE LAST DEFENSE ABLETOWN HAS TO OFFER! WHAT A SHOW, 2 MINUTES IS ALL THAT REMAINS ON OUR CLOCK FOR THIS ROUND, CAN HE MAKE IT?”

Dax sprinted full force, Javen shuffled and then took his angle. It was now or never, Dax had this sixth sense of where someone would try to hit him, but most times they’d fail to calculate his real speed. This was Dax’s first maneuver, he slowed down as to force Javen, a big muscular bull to adjust his speed as well. When Javen did adjust his speed, Dax would use the last bit of space to leap forward into a full sprint. Javen tried reaching out but could only grab the last inch of Dax’s tail before slipping off and hitting the ground. The last defender behind Javen tried capitalizing on the moment, but failed when Dax tossed the ball up in the air and leaped right, which forced the defender to hesitate and locate the ball. Before locating, Dax had already made a second jump toward the defender and kicked his feet into the chest. This action sent the defender backward and onto the ground where the ball then landed on his face. Dax after kicking, landed back on his feet and ran over to the defender, swiping the ball up which reset his timer and steps.

Dax now entered the Firing Zone, waiting for him was Neko, a slender built young man and newer to their squad. Dax quickly yelled out, “Dragon! Dragon!” as to give Neko the plan of what to do next. Neko had to think for a moment but then quickly located the edge of the Firing Zone boundary line and leaped for it, then positioned himself on his knees, Dax tossed the ball forward for Neko to catch it, and when Dax continued to bound forward, Neko lobbed it up in the air and put his hands toward the ground to create a table with his back. Without missing a step, Dax followed up by leaping with one foot off the ground, and landing the other on his teammates back, then leaping off the back and in mid-air he caught the ball, rolled to his side and threw the ball toward the Halo. Dax’s Lats impacted the ground hard and with about a foot of sliding he peered up with a roaring crowd. The ball had hit the inside of the ring and went through successfully.

“NEW DIYA SCORES! 1-0, ROUND IS OVER!” The announcer was flabbergasted at the moment they all witnessed and went on a tangent during half time. The game would end with New Diya winning 1-0.

27 July 1910 - New Diya, Capitol Forum


The groaning and moaning of respected players among New Diya politics filled the hall and it’s seats. There was a platform where the voice of the Forum was to stand while encircled by everyone else. It was an open discussion and had been kept that way since the establishment of New Diya as to provide fair governance over all races and peoples within New Diya’s borders. While everyone began seating themselves, a tall, bushy tailed female took her place as the voice of the Forum. She was an ambassador for the Nation’s foreign politics and had experience in dealing with several nations by establishing trade which has aided New Diya’s progress to this day.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of all races residing within our proud and respectful borders, we have been gathered here today because of an event that has rung loud far and wide. It is not in relation to our grand sporting competition of last night, but more importantly, a leader has been slain in a world quite distant from our own. We are unsure of how this event will affect us and the nations we do business with, but it is of the upmost importance that we meet to plan.” Her tail rested to her side as she addressed the audience, a room filled with level headed individuals for the most part, who all represented fractions of the population, and did so effectively...or so it was reported.

An eager gentlemen who appeared as a bull stood up, “Lady Kasya, do we know any further details of the event, besides that this leader was killed?”

She nodded in response, “Yes, Prince of the Reich, Wilem, a Kudruni...assassinated by what reports have told us to be descendants of Orc. A greenskin as some label the term when referring to their kind in the East. Most of the Orc kind have been unified in the Uruk Empire, although no distinct origin of the assassin has yet been stated, we can assume the assassination may have its link from somewhere inside the Empire. It is too early to tell, however, I suggest we prepare our lands for the worst and wait to see how things develop in the East.”

The Bull nodded and sat back down, another representative stood up, he was human and a bit on edge by his body language, “Lady Kasya, we appreciate your suggestion, but where is the President on this matter?”

Lady Kasya knew this question was coming up sooner or later, the President was currently in the Northern realms of New Diya staving off a rebellion of Isanti sympathizers and pro-human only organizers. He wanted to see to it himself that these men and women weren’t falling on deaf ears, but times had changed, and New Diya would never fall into the original Isanti mindset of humans only. It was a small rebellion in a small town, but small mattered, even to the President of New Diya.

“The President is on important business, he is spear heading an operation in the North to carefully weed out Isanti sympathizers, he will return soon, but in the mean time let us continue further discussing our preparations if War erupts in the East.” Kasya said as her tail lifted off the floor, she gently took a step off the platform and over to her respected seat as one of the rest within the open forum.
I would be interested in this, I'll keep my eyes on it as you move forward.


"The Tale of Two Halves, Become the Head of One."
- General King Iyrez of Nysar; the title of his book documenting the history of Nysar and Isant.








"The Tale of Two Halves, Become the Head of One."
- General King Iyrez of Nysar; the title of his book documenting the history of Nysar and Isant.






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