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Gonna work on that secondary character concept in a bit. Got a few other games I owe posts to.

Its longer than I intended it to be, but I shaved down a couple'a superfluous paragraphs. Felt like it was necessary to give context to the world's biggest change- that is, fascism's overwhelming victory in WWII- as the world's history informs this version of Steve a lot. If you want another eight hundred words of bad alt. history hit me up, I guess, lmao


Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



The fight was over before it'd even begin, torn apart by a pillar of frozen death. A burst of healing energy from one'a the chumps they'd rescued ran through Graves' shoulder: bones were set, tendons reattached, skin stretched and scarred over. And the pain dulled in a wave of foreign adrenaline.

Over too quickly. No time to savor. Irritation.

"Couldn't start with that?" Graves grumbled to Alja as she went to check on the lowbies. He regretted his tone even as he said it.

Fate would deem it the last thing he'd say to her. A rumbling like the growl of a giant filled the tunnels. It may have started distant, quiet, but it grew cacophonous in just a matter of seconds. Somebody was shouting but their voice was lost in the storm of onrushing water. No time to get out of the way. No time to haul ass to one of the side tunnels. Just long enough to stare ahead and wonder where it would sweep him away. He'd drown, right? Drown in shit water and wake up in his shitty apartment just long enough to go brain dead? It was kind of a hilarious image... in a macabre, terrifying sorta way.

Take in one last breath. Turn bad shoulder into the water- already fucked anyway. Shut eyes, tuck chin to chest. All he had time to do before he felt it slam into him. Water moving that fast was less like a liquid and closer to a concrete wall. It knocked all the air out of his lungs in an instant. His shoulder dislocated again. Feet left the ground, and he was spinning. Dragged backward for several seconds before he felt his weight jerked downward by something else- gravity. Free fall into the unknown.

A disgusting rush of sewer water filled his mouth just as everything went black.
On a more serious note, though, I’m ruminating on a Steve Rogers as Nomad concept in a time line where the Axis won WWII and the U.S fell to Fascism. Some real Man in the High Castle shit, if ya dig me.

Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



All five of Graves' senses exploded back into his skull the moment he'd found the victims. An overwhelming bout of sensation ran from toes to fingers to the top of his head. It was what he imagined a defibrillator felt like- yet the shock if it never slowed him. If anything, Graves threw himself forward even faster as his vision came back into focus and his foe loomed in front of him. Bigger than any of the previous dire rats, and looking to chow down on a bunch of schmucks that would've been rat food if he and his team hadn't gotten there in time.

Graves never so much as glanced their way.

His attention locked on the enemy, his hand tracing down to the hilt of his sword. His fingers shook as he felt its hefty weight in his hand. Lips curled, eyes grew narrow. Exhilaration. The massive weapon left its sheathe with terrible haste, blade shining in the fading light of a dropped torch. No care for the fading light, attention absorbed. The beast with which he danced turned, beady eyes bearing down on him. The nodachi swung around, a blur, until it kissed fur and flesh alike. A gush of crimson, a rush of desire. His sword tore across its side, dragged along dense body mass and leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

If the dire rat was wounded it didn't show as it leapt forward, its bloated form crossing the gap with blinding speed. Graves was too slow to escape its path- though he never moved- and found himself face to face with the creature. Stinking, gaping maw mere inches from him. Eyes lock for a second. A mad gleam mirrored in an empty one.

Teeth long as daggers sink into his shoulder. Another spray of blood, an unnatural shifting of bone and muscle. Something snaps. If not for the thick, lacquered armor his arm would've come off. Pain burns through his nervous system like a fire through dry kindling. It muddles everything else. Smothers every errant thought, every gnawing doubt, every hanging dread. The world, his friends-- it all drops away.

'Just me and you.'

Graves only just swallows a howl.

'Finally.'
It's only been 6 hours and the join status has already been marked as full. Got room for one more character?


We're already full, unfortunately.


Our Ensemble of Heroes


Fujiwara Chiasa, The Tinkerer's Apprentice - played by @TGM

Hayashi Sumiko, The Artist - played by @Yankee

Masaki Kenichi, The Physician' Apprentice - played by @webboysurf

Seimei Keiko, The Signkeeper's Apprentice - played @Asura

Sengo Tsubasa, The Blacksmith's Apprentice - played by @Hero

Takamori Fumiko, The Master's Heir - played by @JessieTargaryen

Takao Itsuki, The Woodsman - played by @DruSM157

Tsurugamine Yuki, The Shrine's Caretaker- played by @Feyblue


In ancient days mankind dominated the earth. They built towers of glass that pierced the heavens, crossed the clouds on wings of iron, and mastered the use of magic; some day even the stars themselves may have been brought to heel. Unbridled ambition sent humanity marching ever onward into the future, never mind who or what they crushed under foot. Their arrogance burned that world to sunder, and this world is built on its ashes.

You are the residents of Heiseina, a small, lakeside village in the middle of a large valley. There are perhaps a hundred people in the valley in total, and these are the only other human beings you've likely ever met- for the world outside the valley is shrouded in mystery, and all you know of it are the transmissions that come in through the radio tower. Life in Heiseina is simple, idyllic. There's only a single, proper weapon in the whole village, and the Master has never removed it from its case in all the time you've lived here.

But on this day unlike any other, a man in black rides into the valley, a hunk of iron strapped to his hip...
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