I'd think I'd play Symphonic Metal, but with a larger emphasis on orchestral and electronic. It would start as weak buffs that would scale as combat continues.

I rather like Hiroyuki Sawano's works so I'm thinking along the lines of that.

Elevator Pitch

The story is a tale of deception in divinity. As well as the repercussions of chasing your desires haphazardly. Following the main character and various characters who live in a world of magic, science, and theology. The main character and their friends would come to flee their homeland as a holy crusade began. Following their exodus, they would travel and live their early youth as refugees going their separate ways and finding their own paths. Not realizing that they themselves would reshape the very foundations of the world as they merely try to live. Ultimately this tale is too be hijacked by another story that subplants their original hopes and dreams, as they arise to new heights as individuals.

The Age of Coalescence

Mezeran, our home. It has been many things, warm and green, cold and gray, Devastated and shattered. However now it is alive once more. However, I fear our children imitating their ancestors and their long-dead siblings once more. They build fortresses across the great plains, some claim the mountains or the forests. They begin to mistrust and prepare for war between one another.Still Mezeran loves us as only a mother could. Yet they fear for us. As they can feel the winds of change flowing down their spine, and they pray they can weather the storm.

The Age of Coalescence was the reformation of the world. Following the destruction Mezaran in an age long forgotten. The old gods turned the wheels of law and chaos once more. A once silent planet reformed from a molten hellscape to a cool rocky planet. Following the cooling was the creation of Lightbringers. Oh, who are the Lightbringers you might ask? Well, they’re the gods that facilitated the growth of the planet. In a dark world, they sought out fragments of creation left by the old gods. Each one grasped onto these gifts and hoarded their findings for themselves. Incorporating these fundamental aspects into themselves. Becoming things like the Suns, The Seas, The First Tree, and even The First Creature. Upon settling into their new found forms and powers. The world was in a state of primeval chaos. Portions of the planet were scorched under the light of dozens of suns, great bodies of water blanketed the sky or burrowed under ground as if they were giant worms. These lightbringers weren’t benevolent beings. No, instead they were hungry creatures of desire. Drunk off the sensation of freedom and discovery. That is, of course. Until the Amender whispered in the ears of the dregs of the Lightbringers. The Amender whispered in the ears of the Lightbringers who were unable to attain the powers of reality and instead gave them the will, hope, desire, and ingenuity that fills mortal kind to this day. The Amender came in the second wave of creation, in fact, it was a creature created by a Lightbringer. However, this child pushed its creators to destroy each other leaving only himself and a handful of other creatures, the surviving Lightbringers would come to fear The Amender after that day. As the Amender, at the advent of its creation reached a height even they couldn’t fathom, before disappearing entirely from the sight of the primogenitors.

@merlin

As Caelus was sitting around the fire and handed off the crudely drawn map. There were a handful of problems. The creation of an obvious fall back line by the goblin army. The various satellite camps of that surrounded the main cave acted in various ways; sentries, logistical supply lines, and the like. However none of that mattered. The simplest way to deal with the army would perhaps be to go on the offensive, destroy one side of the camps to approach the cave. It was a defendable position if there ever was one. Although it was vulnerable. Even despite the crudeness of the drawing, the design of the entrance was enough to show that the cave was made of some sort of soft bedrock. They could always collapse the entrance, and due to the mouth of the cave collapsing, the structural integrity of the cave would grow compromised. It wouldn't kill the goblins, however if they were to dig themselves out via the rubble that would block the entrance, the rest of the cave would soon follow suit. Nonetheless once he devised this first plan, he would take a moment to sip from the flagon of ale. Afterwards however he spoke in a long calm tone.

"... I'm from the fishing village of Knot. When I was a child I believed the world was cruel, when I was a child... I realized that if we don't have our own story. We become a part of someone's else's ... A foot note in the pages... At a young age, I was made painfully aware I had no agency in my life. I realized my race, was manipulated, we were used as leverage for those who ignored the plight of my friends and family. I began to consider the future while watching my friends and family come back as Nyx. A strange concept when I was a boy, cause I truly didn't believe I had a future outside of loading cargo and staying awake for the long hours of the night hoping that the shadows wouldn't puppet my limbs. That is how they get us. There is no future, there was only an eternal now. And the best we could do was to survive until dawn and do it all again. That's no way to live... and I discovered by some surprise when I had a fateful encounter with a worldly scholar. I am interested in living. I'm interested in finding and building my own ways to live. And I came to think... I would start here... I think... my family... my friends, perhaps they deserve to rest... They lived in one long night. When I arrived at the college, and Zentra... I came to realize the world was the same all over the place. No one lived for the future... I want to build something here on the bones of our predecessors and their wild desires... I want to take the first steps so the people I meet alongside my journeys can pick a torch, and see a future... These goblins are my first step here... I want to live."

Kuroda gave the air of a journeyed individual despite only taking his first steps. As soon as he ended his speech, he held up the map Rowan drew towards the light of the flame. Eclipsing his face in its shadow for a moment before gripping his baselard tightly.

"The cave entrance, the bedrock's formation gives way to a great flaw in their camp design.... The Upward slant of the roof of the entrace shows that if the entrance were to collapse, they would be unable to dig themselves out. As the weight of the cave would list towards the destroyed section... Digging themselves out would only bury them further if we take an offensive..."

For me, my first game console was given to me when I was 3, My pops got it for me since he wasn't around a lot when I was younger. Just cause at the time his job demanded it, but he gave me a PlayStation 1 and the first game he got me was megaman legends. I loved the game, however I never had a memory card so I had to finish all my games in one sitting. Which was hard cause I was spooked easily when I was younger, and the dark ruins in the game were really scary especially when you heard robots sprint at you in the pitch black rooms.

There was a time, early in my life of table top rpgs where I first made a murder mystery. The party went out to a rich nobleman’s indoor animal enclosure. Effectively something was killing his exotic pets, and the thing that was killing them was a painting depicting all the animals that died within the artwork but none of the living ones in the enclosure. They couldn’t figure it out so… yah know… they just killed the nobleman… and then burned down the mansion

Eh, I feel alright about my submission. For me the biggest constraint was time and during those couple of week a lot of my time was spent outside the house so I had to submit most of the posts via phone. As such I wish I found this contest sooner so I could have had more time to make one long concise post without my work being deleted between turning off my little handheld cellular device… nonetheless I do hope I win, I hope what I posted is interesting enough to catch everyone’s eye. I read other peoples submissions, it did give me ideas for the world, however they didn’t make it into the submission. But I did revise the world in my notebook so… that’s something at least.

Dat’s a fair question

Name: Caelus Icairit
Race: Human
Class: Artificer
Weapon: Iron Compartmental Tower Shield and an Baselard ( a type of Shortsword)
Backstory: Caelus was originally the fishing village of Knot, most of his youth was built around fishing, and helping his father unload cargo from the larger fishing vessels and the merchants who came by road or by sea. His life was largely uneventful for many of his years, that is until a scholarly Herbalist came about on one of the merchant vessels and regaled him with stories of the outside world. The City of Zentra, the College of Science and its halls of innovation, the the floating city of Mana, The nomadic city of Sparrow tweet and various other sights. With his stories finished the Herbalist went on his way. However it wasn't long after his departure that Caelus would sign on to a merchant caravan and head to the City of Zentra to enroll in the College. Given that he was a human he was welcomed with open arms. All the while he would protect the interests of his fellow artificers and Alchemists while enrolled as a handful of competing inventors strove to steal each others work when being unable to make up for their own shortcomings. Nonetheless the work of an inventor was equally strenuous to him, he worked mainly as a hauler and engineer for many various projects before he met up with that Herbalist once more and further learned of the intracies of the elements. Given that he was human, he was unable to learn magic, but that didn't dissuade him in any way. As he created his own brand of magic, which in reality was the culmination of his shield and blade. Following becoming an accredited inventor, he created the Compartmental tower shield and his Unique Baselard blade. His shield weighed a great deal, however he had the idea of stashing various reactive powders and concoctions within the shield behind various sliding plates that would open outwards when slotting the hilt of his blade into the back of the shield. Unleashing various effects such as blinding flashes of lights, sprays of poisons, caustic sprays, and even a singular flaming blast of powder. Nonetheless, with these two weapons in hand, he set out from the city to further see the sights of this world.

I mean, I’m no better, I plan for everything in my rps. And when I rp with other lads, if they don’t catch on to what I’m getting at, I throw a curve ball right at them. In my longest running discord rp which has been going on for 9 years by this point. One of the longest mysteries in the rp was who was the first one to fire the first shot in the downtown district in the current city. Two gang members were badly injured downtown, so my partner was to figure out who fired the first shot. However later on it was discovered that it was the city council members and the local trade league instigating a gang war to try and lay claim to various hideouts that would be lost in the ensuing war. Needless to say they thought it was their buddy’s company leading them on so they investigated them but uncovered nothing. But they ultimately wasted so much time the war happened anyways°w°

@merlin

As Mosh would soon arrive with 4 other workers two beaten bloody and the other two scared stiff. Caelus would then let out an exasperated sigh before barking shouting towards the two scared individuals before pointing to one.

"You there tend to their wounds... And Mosh You did what I asked, but you did it in a way that invalidates your hard work. What use are those who can barely lift their limbs from the beating you gave them. Give me a second I'll treat their wounds... I'll give you another assignment for at least fulfilling this much."

As Caelus said this he would take his blade and slide the haft into a wedge on the side before a small compartment popped out towards him. As it did so he rummage around a bit while approaching mosh. He made it seem like he was going to give him something however a bright flash of light was broached in their general direction blinding mosh, followed by a loud defeaning bang. In that moment he was quick to dart down and jab his leg with what was effectively one of his stockpiles of poisons some of which he made himself. Held over in preparation for his journey from Zentra. This tranquilizer was made from various toxic animals, one most noteably the Veldoran moth, a feline like moth with a large bulbous tail capable of storing strong sedative fluids which it used to defend itself. After quickly Injecting Mosh, he kicked the Naguai away and to the ground as the poison was taking effect it was tailor made to paralyze the individual's peripheral limbs, due to the body's predispostion to distrubte muscle and fat accordingly. As such the arms and legs were best built to retain this toxin and negate responses from the brain and even cause a vasoconstrictive response that helped further numb the limbs to hamper the individual. All the while Caelus stood a little ways away from Mosh looking down at him, with a look of indifference.

"Was it fun beating up your comrade in arms? I believe Rowan thinks of everyone here to be his family correct? I doubt he would like it if I used you as a test dummy for the weapon we're going to develop... Ain't that right Mosh? Although he's not here now is he, and I'm ultimately left in charge of you, don't worry you're not going to die from this. I got no use for corpses... Well not now, later maybe I will."

Caelus had dealt with Naguai in the past, and the few that had began to delve into the pits of madness that were in his fishing village would fall in line when he, fellow naguai, or his comrades began to evoke fear into them. And in turn he was going to see if Mosh would respond well enough to a rougher touch than merely being knocked out by Rowan in a quick blow. Nonetheless Caelus was quick to turn around to face the others once again.

"So then, we gotta get to work those who got injured, should see to their wounds. I'll bring a task later for you that'll be simple even for your injuries alright. You others, oh you're looking rather pale from the scare this lad gave you, I'll ask that you scrounge up unwanted crates, barrels, and wheelbarrows, and let's start stock piling them here. Now you other 2 go grab some onions, I only need about 10 or so, You go grab some scrap metal or ask for unwanted metal, and last but not least... I'm asking you to go shovel up either shit, or go into those fields and pick up the scraps of their harvest buying peat is also good. I need materials for the explosives we're going to make, and the mobile siege weapons we're going to use."

As he said this, he would divy up 2 silver to onion grabbers, The shit shoveler was going to get 10 silver for if they found a good deal on peat, and in the meantime, Kuroda would throw down his hulking shield down onto Mosh's body before sitting down on him

"Behave now otherwise I'll make you into a bloody smear in the ground.... This shield has a directional explosive in it, one that I can trigger at any point.. and look at who I'm sitting on..."

Caelus's voice was fairly cold in comparison to the warm human that was there the night before.

@Hanzilla
@mianngu
@Ezra
@Mariano
@SwampCreature
@KaeZero

As Asta listed off these various complaints they had towards the Mastema's initial counter offer, he grinned and the air was filled with levity of jovial laughter.

"Wonderful! Now we're negotiating. However there a couple problems with your line of thought. As it stands baal, and the other individuals who held the title of satan aren't your competitors. I am. What I'm offering is effectively a merger of assets, and interests. They may be my contractors, by they don't gain anything besides potentially powerful souls to send through the wringer and to forge new demons, but in reality they don't need my souls, in a sense this is merely a long standing formality between me and the 1st and 2nd hierarchs."

As Kuroda said this he would walk to and kneel down beside one of the weevils even without a illusionist a glamour began to form around his hulking frame. Creating a fairly burly middle eastern man with royal blue eyes, blackened hair, and tanned skin. He reached out and grasped one of them by the cheeks. The glamour was fairly high in mana density, making it almost impossible to discern from reality, and looking at his form was creating a haze over their minds. This was obviously a high quality residual glamour. Nonetheless what he said next only threw a further curveball in their discussion.

"I'm not bold... It's not bold to demand things of others when the odds are so far stacked in your favor. You are the one who is bold little recruiter. I accept your terms happily. However make sure to not renege on the deal.

Kuroda would then rise to his feet and approach Asta, reaching out a hand eminating in harmless blue flames

"Do I have your word. You will absolutely fulfill your part to a T little Soul hunter?"

@merlin

As Mosh would soon arrive with 4 other workers two beaten bloody and the other two scared stiff. Caelus would then let out an exasperated sigh before barking shouting towards the two scared individuals before pointing to one.

"You there tend to their wounds... And Mosh You did what I asked, but you did it in a way that invalidates your hard work. What use are those who can barely lift their limbs from the beating you gave them. Give me a second I'll treat their wounds... I'll give you another assignment for at least fulfilling this much."

As Caelus said this he would take his blade and slide the haft into a wedge on the side before a small compartment popped out towards him. As it did so he rummage around a bit while approaching mosh. He made it seem like he was going to give him something however a bright flash of light was broached in their general direction blinding mosh, followed by a loud defeaning bang. In that moment he was quick to dart down and jab his leg with what was effectively one of his stockpiles of poisons some of which he made himself. Held over in preparation for his journey from Zentra. This tranquilizer was made from various toxic animals, one most noteably the Veldoran moth, a feline like moth with a large bulbous tail capable of storing strong sedative fluids which it used to defend itself. After quickly Injecting Mosh, he kicked the Naguai away and to the ground as the poison was taking effect it was tailor made to paralyze the individual's peripheral limbs, due to the body's predispostion to distrubte muscle and fat accordingly. As such the arms and legs were best built to retain this toxin and negate responses from the brain and even cause a vasoconstrictive response that helped further numb the limbs to hamper the individual. All the while Caelus stood a little ways away from Mosh looking down at him, with a look of indifference.

"Was it fun beating up your comrade in arms? I believe Rowan thinks of everyone here to be his family correct? I doubt he would like it if I used you as a test dummy for the weapon we're going to develop... Ain't that right Mosh? Although he's not here now is he, and I'm ultimately left in charge of you, don't worry you're not going to die from this. I got no use for corpses... Well not now, later maybe I will."

Caelus had dealt with Naguai in the past, and the few that had began to delve into the pits of madness that were in his fishing village would fall in line when he, fellow naguai, or his comrades began to evoke fear into them. And in turn he was going to see if Mosh would respond well enough to a rougher touch than merely being knocked out by Rowan in a quick blow. Nonetheless Caelus was quick to turn around to face the others once again.

"So then, we gotta get to work those who got injured, should see to their wounds. I'll bring a task later for you that'll be simple even for your injuries alright. You others, oh you're looking rather pale from the scare this lad gave you, I'll ask that you scrounge up unwanted crates, barrels, and wheelbarrows, and let's start stock piling them here. Now you other 2 go grab some onions, I only need about 10 or so, You go grab some scrap metal or ask for unwanted metal, and last but not least... I'm asking you to go shovel up either shit, or go into those fields and pick up the scraps of their harvest buying peat is also good. I need materials for the explosives we're going to make, and the mobile siege weapons we're going to use."

As he said this, he would divy up 2 silver to onion grabbers, The shit shoveler was going to get 10 silver for if they found a good deal on peat, and in the meantime, Kuroda would throw down his hulking shield down onto Mosh's body before sitting down on him

"Behave now otherwise I'll make you into a bloody smear in the ground.... This shield has a directional explosive in it, one that I can trigger at any point.. and look at who I'm sitting on..."

Caelus's voice was fairly cold in comparison to the warm human that was there the night before.

@merlin

Caelus upon being entrusted with funds of the company, quietly opened up the pouch and saw a fairly decent sum of silver piled within the cloth sack, combined with his own funds, primarily the research stipend provided to graduates of the College of Science, he assumed he had more than enough to fulfill his plans. Especially given that he could ask to employ the many hands of vagabond arms in the joint prospect of mutual survival. As such he took immediate charge of the situation barking out orders to those who remained. Given that it was just Mosh, Caelus brough the bottom of his fist and gently hit Mosh's chest.

"Well if Rowan's not giving you anything to do, let's make use of you boss. I'm going to need hands on deck for this coming raid. Tell the rest of the group to meet me in the town square and make sure they come, the faster the better. We're going to make mobile siege weapons for the raid. Also relay the info to the others who gone off to do those jobs for Rowan. Once you're done meet me back at the town square like everyone else."

Unlike previously, Caelus had an air of authority about him, perhaps it was due to his early life as a militia man back in his hometown, or perhaps he learned how to command his presence as a inventor of the college of science. Ultimately however he was standing upright and tall akin to a soldier. He was speaking louder, and more pronounced. A stark contrast to the previous night. Who seemed far more relaxed and introspective. He had decisiveness in his eyes, and a spark of life gleaming in his eyes. However it was just his work ethic shining through, as he was the epitome of "Work hard, Rest easy"

"Also Get my shield, I keep some tools in a compartment, so just get someone to drag it there. It won't blow up in your guys face if you don't have my sword anyhow!"

@mianngu
@Ezra
@Hanzilla
@Mariano
@SwampCreature
@KaeZero

As the congregation gabbed away in the alley, Cye'tlov's apparent Enthusiasm to accept the Mastema's counter offer was met an ease of tension in the air. In turn the Mastema held their hand out as if to await for the papers, however once Asta stepped forward and asked their question. The oppressive gaze of the herald had once again been cast down upon the demon. They would retract their hand once the over excited cye had placed normal paper within their hands to write up the contract.

"My Contractor... perhaps I should say contractors actually, well as it stands you all have no real right to know such information. Although neither force would entirely care if I were to spread the information. A long time ago, I was an adversary. A "demon" capable of retaining the title of Satan, as it stands however,I'll tell you that one of my current contractors is Satan...but who exactly is satan?… that’s up for you to speculate"

As he said this, the paper in his hands began to slowly drip with ink,before lighting ablaze and charring to a brittle crisp, becoming a pure sheaf of carbon paper. He brought a finger up to the carbon page and in turn a growth of bone pierced through his finger tip, creating a fountain tip as he began to write the terms of the contract.

"I doubt those below the third heirarchy to know who I'm referring too... however do not mistake those who hold the title of Satan... I do not refer to hell's poster child lucifer... No, they're just a young child who threw a temper tantrum and tried to grow past their station…. I suppose I can reveal one individual who held the title before, Baal, the first king is one such man who I have a contract with.”

As Kuroda wrote out the terms of the contract, his tendrils began to shoot downwards to latch onto the chests of the weevils causing them to jolt awake suddenly once these tendrils retracts and retreated back into the form of the mastema. They gasped for air and sputttered to catch their breath while coming too

"Get to work convincing them"

@mianngu

As the group had cleared the warehouse, and their conversation entered a stage of negotiations. The Mastema had turned around to face Bob, Astra, and Cye. Nosra stood close by to him, a bit more nervous as the air was filled with uncertainty, mixed with truth. Various things went wrong this asset acquisition venture. However a new light was made apparent. A demon had caused a miracle in this scuffle, they killed one asset without a care, and they seemed fairly disgruntled. Nonetheless, the intensity of the situation grew to fade at the first offer made unto the table.

Kuroda, unfurled his tendrils from the necks of the Weevils. Whom had been given quiet rough treatment in the moments before, and had thoroughly passed out due to a lack of oxygen, as well as the tightening of the noose around their necks as they were dragged up the stairs.

"Hrm?... So you want three of these radiant souls?... For fixing my mess?..." Kuroda's voice rang out as they stood in the alleyway, the flames flickering through the nearby windows high above them within warehouse walls plumed smoke high above them.

"How about this then. I'll give you the four souls here... however I get to draw the terms for a long term contract, you all clean up this mess. Also in addition... Hire me on, I'll still work for my current contracter in addition to working for you all... It's rare to find demons who are willing to wheel and deal with me. My mood was rather foul up until you started talking, Consider the lives of these potential sinners yours to collect ultimately however."
As Kuroda said this, a immense quandary was presented to those who were present. He was effectively reneging his own claims to the souls, at the prospect of writing up the contract that outlines specific stipulations that would lay ownership to a soul. Normally deals are one and done, however these long term contracts had specific stipulations that would void said contract if the persons in suspect were left unfulfilled, didn't perform specific tasks, or the contract provider can't fulfill certain conditions. These were long term investments, and they didn't necessarily have to pan out. Not only that, he was forwarding his services Brimstone and Co, which would be unheard of as it would effectively mean lowering himself to working beneath them, as the Mastema had connections to the second and first hierarchies

@merlin

As Caelus was sitting around the fire and handed off the crudely drawn map. There were a handful of problems. The creation of an obvious fall back line by the goblin army. The various satellite camps of that surrounded the main cave acted in various ways; sentries, logistical supply lines, and the like. However none of that mattered. The simplest way to deal with the army would perhaps be to go on the offensive, destroy one side of the camps to approach the cave. It was a defendable position if there ever was one. Although it was vulnerable. Even despite the crudeness of the drawing, the design of the entrance was enough to show that the cave was made of some sort of soft bedrock. They could always collapse the entrance, and due to the mouth of the cave collapsing, the structural integrity of the cave would grow compromised. It wouldn't kill the goblins, however if they were to dig themselves out via the rubble that would block the entrance, the rest of the cave would soon follow suit. Nonetheless once he devised this first plan, he would take a moment to sip from the flagon of ale. Afterwards however he spoke in a long calm tone.

"... I'm from the fishing village of Knot. When I was a child I believed the world was cruel, when I was a child... I realized that if we don't have our own story. We become a part of someone's else's ... A foot note in the pages... At a young age, I was made painfully aware I had no agency in my life. I realized my race, was manipulated, we were used as leverage for those who ignored the plight of my friends and family. I began to consider the future while watching my friends and family come back as Nyx. A strange concept when I was a boy, cause I truly didn't believe I had a future outside of loading cargo and staying awake for the long hours of the night hoping that the shadows wouldn't puppet my limbs. That is how they get us. There is no future, there was only an eternal now. And the best we could do was to survive until dawn and do it all again. That's no way to live... and I discovered by some surprise when I had a fateful encounter with a worldly scholar. I am interested in living. I'm interested in finding and building my own ways to live. And I came to think... I would start here... I think... my family... my friends, perhaps they deserve to rest... They lived in one long night. When I arrived at the college, and Zentra... I came to realize the world was the same all over the place. No one lived for the future... I want to build something here on the bones of our predecessors and their wild desires... I want to take the first steps so the people I meet alongside my journeys can pick a torch, and see a future... These goblins are my first step here... I want to live."

Kuroda gave the air of a journeyed individual despite only taking his first steps. As soon as he ended his speech, he held up the map Rowan drew towards the light of the flame. Eclipsing his face in its shadow for a moment before gripping his baselard tightly.

"The cave entrance, the bedrock's formation gives way to a great flaw in their camp design.... The Upward slant of the roof of the entrace shows that if the entrance were to collapse, they would be unable to dig themselves out. As the weight of the cave would list towards the destroyed section... Digging themselves out would only bury them further if we take an offensive..."

@mianngu
@Ezra
@Hanzilla
@KaeZero
@Mariano
@SwampCreature

As Metzil was in the midst of drawing runes upon the floor. Yet Kuroda wasn't showing any signs of urgency like many of the other demons at the moment. All he needed to do was utter a few words to invalidate Metzil's works. Metzil could feel Kuroda's gaze upon him. It felt oppressive, as if a blue star was gazing down upon him and snuffing the remaining time he had left at this very moment. Yet in this moment, Metzil's direct efforts were misguided. Astra, Cye, and bob had the better idea. Their biggest threat at the moment was the Mastema, and what was a Mastema. Only Astra had a general idea of what they were looking at, and maybe even Nosra given their previous works together.

A Mastema, or more appropriately "The Mastema" was ultimately just a title. in reality it was a mostly overlooked individual. In the history that is isolated within the hells, they're considered the Shepard of the second generation demons. Those being the watchers, who retain some of the highest positions across hells bureaucracy. "The Scales of the Six," "The Novenaries," As well as "The Second Hierarchies" Nonetheless this was a figure of extreme standing watching a louse grasp at straws, and he was about to crush them under heel.

Kuroda would then utter the words "As to pour your works unto your fellow neighbor, they were all of blood and bone. You had shed the blood of a saint. You give me blood, then you shall drink blood. As that is what you deserve."

As he spoke, Metzil was sweating bullets. The increasing desperation was made ever more apparent, the longer Kuroda spoke. Each of his words were spoken in the english language, yet an immense strain was being placed upon Metzil, as they heard echoes of dozens of speakers in their ears. Speaking Hebrew, Afrikaans, Persian, Hindi, Latin, and even French. They could understand that they were all saying the same thing, and just as Metzil finish the sigil upon the ground. The blood would fall apart, purified into water. Undoing his desperate attempt to salvage the situation.

There was silence outside of the screams of the former patrons above the street, the crackling of the fire, which was growing ever louder. Metzil would raise his head to see Kuroda's gaze, but would feel something sharp, followed by an immense bludgeoning force strike his stomach. Kuroda had summoned his signature Halbard at that point and launched it with his one free hand at Metzil. Skewering him and pinning only his now crumpled and bloody mess of a body to the wall.

Nonetheless, as this confrontation had ended, Nosra, Astra, Cye, and even Bob were privy to perhaps one of the forgotten truths of the hells. One that was backed by what happened here in the bar. A miracle had occurred. It was even caused by the ranks of hell. Which to Kuroda would soon rise to his feet, motion for everyone to follow him up the scaffold stairwell and into the fruit warehouse up above, that way they could be more at ease without any of the fire. The Weevils were being dragged up the stairs. His tendrils still firmly around the necks of the band. Whom were fading in and out of consciousness at this point due to his tightening noose.*

A few of my faves

Game 1
"The rantings of an upjumped zealot make for tedious listening."

Game 2
"Find something to believe in, and find it for yourself. And when you do, pass it on for the future."

@mianngu
@Mariano
@SwampCreature
@Ezra
@KaeZero
@KaeZero
Upon being haphazardly dragged to the ground by the influenced Stein. Kuroda had fallen to his knees before toppling forwards, bracing his right side to land against the metal scaffold staircase. Eliciting a loud oof and groan from the two Weevils now under his side. "... Really, you truly have to stand in the way of a herald?..." Kuroda's words hung coldly upon the air. A thick accent beginning to form in his speech whilst he reached around his back and ripped a large spine of bone out from himself.

Kuroda was quick to brandish towards Stein once he looked up to Kuroda, however upon seeing their radiant soul with his well honed eyes. However he weighed Stein's soul in comparison to the four souls of the Weevils. After coming to a conclusion in that small instance, he was quick to pierce Stein's throat with the spine. The blue gaze of the Mastema locked with the humans own. A look of sterling fear and agony warped his expression as the immense pressure of being in the presence of the otherworldly paralyzed him.

Nonetheless as this occurred, a loud echo would occur once Stein was skewered with the chitinous spine.

ALERT ALERT! VALUABLE ASSET IN CRITICAL CONDITION! ALERT ALERT! The Alarm blared once more across the open space, the fighting between the demons were quick to cease Nosra and Metzil had turned to face where Kuroda was sitting upon the scaffold staircase, four sinuous tendrils sprouting from just underneath his spinal growths, were being manipulated to violently throttle the weevils. Although they were the big quarry of this assignment, Kuroda was banking on his reputation of a strangely high failed deal rate to leave the impression that he was going to kill them.

Nosra, who had zoned out initially to enjoy their craft, was coming reeling back to reality as Kuroda pressed his weaponized spine up to the writhing body of one of the weevils

Metzil who also just returned his attention to him, " You, What the hell did you just do?! You killed a target!" which Kuroda was quick to quip back " Oh I don't know, let me check?" he would kick the sputtering stein as blood pooled and flowed freely from his neck

"Oh, no, no... I'd say he'd be dead in a couple of minutes... wanna come and save his ass? If you do I'll just poke another hole in one of these boys here. Well if I don't break their necks first.~"

Name: Caelus Icairit
Race: Human
Class: Artificer
Weapon: Iron Compartmental Tower Shield and an Baselard ( a type of Shortsword)
Backstory: Caelus was originally the fishing village of Knot, most of his youth was built around fishing, and helping his father unload cargo from the larger fishing vessels and the merchants who came by road or by sea. His life was largely uneventful for many of his years, that is until a scholarly Herbalist came about on one of the merchant vessels and regaled him with stories of the outside world. The City of Zentra, the College of Science and its halls of innovation, the the floating city of Mana, The nomadic city of Sparrow tweet and various other sights. With his stories finished the Herbalist went on his way. However it wasn't long after his departure that Caelus would sign on to a merchant caravan and head to the City of Zentra to enroll in the College. Given that he was a human he was welcomed with open arms. All the while he would protect the interests of his fellow artificers and Alchemists while enrolled as a handful of competing inventors strove to steal each others work when being unable to make up for their own shortcomings. Nonetheless the work of an inventor was equally strenuous to him, he worked mainly as a hauler and engineer for many various projects before he met up with that Herbalist once more and further learned of the intracies of the elements. Given that he was human, he was unable to learn magic, but that didn't dissuade him in any way. As he created his own brand of magic, which in reality was the culmination of his shield and blade. Following becoming an accredited inventor, he created the Compartmental tower shield and his Unique Baselard blade. His shield weighed a great deal, however he had the idea of stashing various reactive powders and concoctions within the shield behind various sliding plates that would open outwards when slotting the hilt of his blade into the back of the shield. Unleashing various effects such as blinding flashes of lights, sprays of poisons, caustic sprays, and even a singular flaming blast of powder. Nonetheless, with these two weapons in hand, he set out from the city to further see the sights of this world.