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Current Pretty sure the popular vote, electoral vote, trillions of audited $$$, etc have shown that most people prefer the "fascist." Ppl aren't Nazis, just tired of the "normalize being psychotic" crowd.
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If a school principal is too much, you'll go catatonic the 1st time you speak to an actual employer. Take a deep breath, they're a human being just like you with opinions just as dumb as the rest.
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The only Minecraft movie that exists to me is Captain Sparklez's Fallen Kingdom saga.
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On CST time, United States. Working from home now, so I can typically get at least one response out per week if not more depending on how things are flowing.

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Year 1017 YC
The Last Day



Vincent leaped up between buildings, kicking with his aura from wall to wall until he mounted the rooftops. His team moved to the next street---

"Already blocked, keep moving!" he barked. A figure in a hood, holding a longbow, had slain a pile of demons and now their bodies filled this alley. A long-dead part of Vincent's heart trembled. If not for the enhanced Sensations of his Aura, he wouldn't have recognized her. The next alley was handled too---by someone else he knew.

"Sir! The ships!" He turned, he cursed, he saw the armies below them fall back. "What...what do we do?" Vincent turned again, seeking in every direction for some weakpoint in the enemy---and then he saw the crosses the beasts had raised, their grisly victory banners, and the long auburn hair that waved like a flag. For a moment he gaped, mouth working silently... Then he grit his teeth with such rage that blood seeped from his gums.

"...Just...bleed them." he spat. "Kill, and kill, and kill!" What use was protecting the flank now, when they were surrounded and trapped? What use to run when there was nowhere left to go? He took off in the last direction he'd seen them moving, outpacing his hesitant squadron---they were not inspired to follow his lead, and he didn't care.

Last but not least, he found her too. But the three of them united, down on the broken streets, amidst fire and blood. For him to intrude on that last embrace...there wouldn't have been a point. Instead, he turned away, and leaped across the next roof. Just bleed them. Shadows edged with red flame trailed from his empty eye, while tears built up in the left, and he faded into the billowing clouds of smoke.


Scattered across the breaking shield walls, the front who had now become the rear-guard as the human army about-faced, Ferrucio and Mateo found themselves brought together by the crush of bodies rather than destiny. Ground that had taken them an hour to gain was lost in minutes. The plaza soon out of sight.

The fighting to the rear, nearer the docks, was far fiercer than the push through the city streets; but here the humans had no unified front. Every man rushed to either meet death or bring it, dashing down the beaches. Lucas and Rowan were among these, scattered amidst the demon army, every sword for itself on both sides. Eryx cast his Shield Spell to deflect a demon's blade, yet at the moment it was most needed the magic faltered and shattered.

Men died. Men were tossed into the raging waves to bleed out under the churning waters. Men burned on the ships that should have been their salvation.


As Rodin cut through not only those demons in his way, but the fearsome pressure of their King's Aura, he was not alone. Courage had little to do with it---Humanity was utterly cornered, and in the face of death even the weakest coward had no choice but to give in to that last primal effort for survival. But as the half-elf charged, he bore witness:

"Strike Flux." The Demon King's Aura blackened at its center, the nebulae within it now only at the edges. And as he moved he left "shadows" in his wake, which for an instant moved towards his attackers. The Demon King parried a sword and struck off a head. He slipped under a spear and amputated the arms that held it. An axe, another blade, a desperate dagger, again and again; the monster moved through each of his "shadows" like the steps of a dance, perfectly parrying and riposting.

But Rodin's attack came after all the others, and his glaive swept through a blindspot! The Demon King turned and recoiled, throwing up one hand--!

"Inertia!" The Aura crystallized, as if shards of the midnight sky had frozen around Rodin's weapon, creeping down towards his arms. There was no "sudden stop," as if his blow had been seized or intercepted, and yet he was simply frozen in place.

"...A half-elf?" The voice beneath the horned helm was amused. "How pitiful---to see both sides of one's heritage erased." The black sword came down, opening a vicious wound as the crystals sealing the glaive shattered---And from seemingly nowhere, a suppressed Aura became visible again, flaring scarlet rage as Vincent spun through the air. Making up for the lack of an arm with momentum and hatred, his sword point came so close that he saw the Demon King's eyes widen behind the visor.

"Accel!" The stars within the King's dark aura flared white-hot, and he now stood behind Vincent. The Kaides Cripple's body spurted blood from three different wounds he had not felt touch him, and he tumbled across the earth.

And yet, these two warriors had earned a drop of blood that fell to the street. Its soft drip seemed to echo like a pin thrown in silence. The Demon King heaved a heavy breath as he turned back towards them---they lay bleeding, but were not yet dead. The monster clenched his fist, and his rage rippled through the tar-like power leaking from his armor.

"How quaint." snarled the monarch. "That any of you aside from Kaides could touch me---"

"They ARE Kaides." Golden light suffused the area as if the sun had burst free from the clouds, and just as the Demon King had moved in the span of an instant, the Patriarch appeared in front of Rodin and Vincent. For only a moment, he looked back at them---and nodded. Vincent's breath caught in his throat. This man he had hated for so long, and still hated...somehow, seeing his back like this, pained his chest more deeply than a spearpoint through the heart. Because it made him want to not hate this man---it made him want to hope, something he knew he couldn't do anymore.

There were no words exchanged as the battle to determine humanity's existence began. The great blade that divided space struck ravines through the earth. The Demon King leaped between chunks of stone that hung frozen in dark, crystalline stasis, leaving behind afterimages that continued to fight on their own initiative. The Patriarch batted them away, defending himself even as he tumbled through empty air. Clashing shockwaves of inhuman strength burst windows asunder and crumbled brick to dust. Black and gold Aura met with a resonance that sent vibrations through the very soul. Demons and humans alike stopped fighting to watch as if they bore witness to the descent of gods.

At the final clash, the clouds were torn apart by twin columns; one brightest gold, the other so black it swallowed reality. The red glare of the setting sun cracked like glass, and the sky behind it rolled back. Energy expanded in a dome so vast, it swallowed sound. A wind like that of a tornado swept out in every direction, and the earth collapsed. Within the bind of their blades, both demon king and hero...broke.


Everything was a white void, save your kin who stood in the distance, frozen in their last moment as you were. Perhaps because your soul no longer rested in your body. Patriarch and Demon King were locked together in...death? Victory or defeat? Martenos Kaides looked at you, at all of you, and spoke. Both their forms shattered. Intermingled Auric shards pierced your heart.





Year 1007 YC
The Second Life
Location: Across the Kaides Estates



Lush rugs, sparkling tiled floors, poster beds, hardwood wardrobes. Fine clothes, porcelain tea-sets, full length mirrors. Hanging portraits, tapestries, bookshelves and desks. Long halls lined by great arched windows overlooking immaculate green lawns and beautiful flowering hedges. Babbling fountains amidst stone walkways. The many possessions of nobility, not yet lost, yet already considered a waste on some.

The Failed Generation re-awakened on this, of all days: The first day of Collegem Orientation. Across the Kaides estate servants bustled; the noble Mothers wanted each of their children, no matter how disappointing the sons and daughters might be, dressed and ready to appear with the classmates of their age at the Collegem's Great Arena. The noble Cousins, too, were expected to be no-less well-prepared. As the morning sun climbed, it would soon be time...

And yet, all of this had played out before. Memories were as whole as bodies that had, at least to some extent, been restored from scars and injuries. Ten years could not have been a dream. Death had been too real. Mere imagination could not explain the experience they now witnessed, for even that which had faded from their memory was just as it had been...


Your Physical Strength is TEMPORARILY REDUCED by ONE STAGE, as 10 years of growth are negated.
Your Aura is TEMPORARILY LOCKED, as your Awakening has not yet occurred.
Your GROWTH RATE is MULTIPLIED, as you put your FUTURE KNOWLEDGE to work.
What will you do?

Feel free to create any unnamed butler/maid types you may need, individualized wings/rooms/etc of the Estates (there are multiple buildings across the property), and so forth. As always, ask if there are any questions.
GM
I'm beginning work on another GM update today! Those who are still working on posts should continue to do so!

At this point, I'm also going to consider all incomplete/unapproved characters, as well as those who were not posted in the CHAR tab, to be DROPPED from the RP. If you take issue with this, get in touch with me ASAP, but I'd like to try and pick up our pace a little bit and everyone who expressed interest in this RP has had, imo, more than enough time. So, my thanks to those of you who have been active here and in the Discord, and I hope you're all looking forward to continuing the game!


Year 1017 YC
The Last Day



Humanity fought for every step forward. With each timeworn boot pressed against the bloody streets, they pushed the demon scourge back. A purple, crackling cloud spread over a shield like fog. It snapped together as a solid layer of crystal and blunted an orc’s cleaver. A speartip covered in viridian, twisting power drilled through armor, fur, then flesh. Those who became masters of combat had unlocked this power, drawn from their very life force. At a minimum, one’s Aura filled their body like blood and breath, amplifying their physical attributes. Yet, as demons were forced back and cleared from alleys, surrounded in the plaza...something was wrong.

"The ships!" the cry began. "THE SHIIIIIIPS!" Those who dared take their eyes from battle were first to realize the folly. Sails blazed against the sliver of blue horizon---wreathed in flames that stood out even against the town's inferno. Another volley of flaming ballistae arced through smoky skies. They were joined by flashing lights from Devil spellcraft. The artillery had been carried not by seige engines of pilfered wood and rolling stones, but on broad ogre backs. Massive wooden hulls creaked and lilted to one side as they took on water through great, gaping gouges. How had the Demons gotten around them?

Generals and captains called for a fallback. Those who had pushed so hard from the front now had to guard the rear, and the beastmen were only too eager to pursue them again. The human's rear lines had been lured too far from the shores; by the time they were upon the demons that somehow made it around their defenses, the second half of the foe's forces were ready for them. Goblins and lizardkin fell just as the pigmen and wolves had. Humanity bloodied their way towards the shoreline---knowing all the while that they were now in the middle of a pincer trap.

But humanity had one weapon left. A golden column flashed across the ocean. Parting waves as it barreled atop the water, it struck the shore before the sound of its travel echoed in thunderous reverberation. Hundreds, perhaps a full thousand demons, fell to that light---but they were not burned, nor crushed. They were...divided, as if empty space had simply decided to invade their bodies, creating a separation between physical matter.

"It's Lord Kaides!" came the cries of those still foolish enough to hope. "That's the Divine Rift technique!" Aura at a level beyond mortal understanding, converted into "space" itself. A heroic power wielded only by the man called the "Divine Sword." "He must have defeated the Merqueen's fleet!" But their hero was too late to save their own ships. A golden comet streaked across the sky after the blast, hitting the water once and skipping like a stone thrown around the world. A column of debris flew from the shoreline, sending down a rain of salty spray. Martenos Kaides, Patriarch of the Great Clan, still made an imposing figure as he trudged out of the perfectly circular crater he'd made in the shallows, clutching a great wound at his side while the other hand gripped his Aura-clad greatsword.

As you watched the Head of your House return to the battlefield, however...a new enemy appeared much closer to you.


"Finally...". He was suddenly there when he had not been before. If not for the sheer flood of Aura rolling from every crevice of his armor, he might not have stood out from any other demon. But it was unlike anything you had ever experienced---if an Awakened Aura's likeness was that of mist, this was a cloud of tar. Yet somewhere in that dark nebula, glittering lights seemed to move back and forth...as if the stars themselves had been trapped by this viscous mass. The Demon King stood amidst the battlefield. He was within reach of so many weapons, yet his gaze fixated upon only one among the thousands of humans.

"KAIDES!" he roared across the shores of carnage. "Will you face me this time?! Let us end this tale the proper way---the so-called hero, and the demon king!" There was a mad glee in those words. A dark cape billowed in the draft created by the flare of that midnight-tinged Aura. The jet-black, glassy blade rose high in a triumphant fist. All around him, the demons flew into a frenzy and the humans despaired.

Little did the dark lord know that more than one "Kaides" remained on the field.

Don't "die" yet---but your "last moment" begins here. Do you dare to engage the Demon King? Do you rush to the aid of your Patriarch, despite the living hell that was your life? Did you fall on your way to reach them, or defending another? This was the moment of your final, greatest loss...
GM
Just a topic bumper and check-in!

@Rune_Alchemist@Silver Carrot@Atlas946@MooiEen
I know SC was waiting a bit due to the predicament Sherry's presumably in, but does anyone else have a possible ETA for a post soon? I know I'd mentioned in the discord that this "intro" section might take another cycle or two, but based on what everyone's given me to work with thus far I think I could go ahead and have the Demon King show up in the next GM-post, so it won't be long before we get to the Second Life proper after that.

@King Cosmos@Olive Fontaine@Iten@Kazemitsu
How are character finalizations coming along? If you guys need any help don't hesitate to reach out!
While I could maybe take it over myself if theres enough interest, I have no idea what I would personally do for this thing plot wise except eventually, we kill god in typical JRPG fashion.


*some 12-winged super-muscled abomination kneels in a puddle of its own blood in the town square, the four pointed star statue impaled through its back* "You were a--hack--b-bunch of nobody, p-peasant villagers! What in all--huff--the realms p-possessed you to this, this MADNESS?! That you would---cough---defy ME?!"

*Akitsugu steps up to the front of the party, and raises his hammer* "You touched my tools." *bonk*
@Xaltwind
Thanks for all your work in putting this RP together and running it while it lasted. I don't think you're a bad GM at all. It's not for everyone, but it's also a skill that has to be polished a little bit just like being a good player is different from being a good writer, and being a good writer takes more work than just spelling and grammar.



@SilverPaw The adventurers are fine, but I wasn't sure if I'd mentioned it to you---Arkivum is the House that's focused on scholarly stuff and Magic, Noxicana's focus is on legislative and judicial stuff. House Arkivum has a Collegem Arkanus that's the equivalent of Kaides's Collegem but for wizards, but I haven't established a college or other training institute for Noxicana yet. There can BE one, and it would probably have at least a little magic education like the Kaides do, it's just no lore's been established about it yet. It's up to you if that changes anything for your NPCs, just thought I'd mention it!

@ERode Just in case it gets lost in the Discord, the Patriarch isn't dead yet. He was wounded in Kaidisyum but hasn't lost any limbs, he's involved in the last battle too. Specifically he's fighting Melusine's army somewhere in the ocean, which is why the ships were able to safely reach Port Hadrum at first.
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