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» THE END OF ALL THINGS, post apoc BTACD!
 
Where will you be when it all comes to an end?

PREMISE::
The gods are dead. They said it would never happen; that the Serpent would never be restored. But it was... somehow. The Skull came alive. I saw it. We all did. Everyone tried to stop it - and I suppose, in a way, we did.

But only at the cost of everything.

The One. Death. The Lesser Gods. The Demigods. Even the Void perished in that horrible year. Just a year was all it took; one year for the balance to break. A war between all of the gods of the world to stop the Serpent, and all we mortals could do was wait and watch. When the gods began to die, the Void fought - and her power, alongside both the One and Death, was enough to finally kill the Serpent.

But the gods were already dying. When the Void perished, too heavily wounded to continue, her hold on the Realms were lost. The remaining Greater, Linath, struggled to hold the Realms together herself; she was the final god, our only hope. But the effort tore her to pieces. Her screams still echo in the Nothing, even as the Realms drift into oblivion.

That was six years ago.

Kurai, Lizzarkyth, and Millirand have fallen. Sometimes, we see pieces of them floating through the Nothing through holes in the Veil, spinning into oblivion. Most have taken shelter in Felnova and Evylon; no-one knows where the other Realms are. The suns and moons of the Realms have evaporated; we exist in constant night, illuminated only by the flashes of energy storms and exploding stars. The tears in the Veil show us the vast expanse of the Nothing, tears that grow larger everyday.

Gravity is beginning to fail in places that have come to be called Voidzones. The earth is torn away here, sucked into the Nothing, and anyone nearby dies. Anyone who can sense reiatsu has gone mad; no-one is able to use their aura anymore without risking immediate overtax, as the Realm sucks away spiritual energy like a dying man to water, should it become available. So many have died already. Only the strongest survive.

But the End is coming. There's no way to avoid it. Mages who try to keep the Realm together are failing; more fall everyday. The balance is gone. Felnova, and Evylon, are drifting apart, and not even old Time Scales will allow travel between them once they are too far away. Evylon is worse off; when it dies, we'll be the only ones left.

And when Felnova falls, there will be nothing left.

SETTING:
A Darkened Albronel, walls pitch black, as the royal family is gone. Energy storms race across the sky, and there is no more weather except in random bursts that fade quickly. Most water supplies are tainted, with Albronel holding one of the most pure reservoirs left.

PLAYERS:
@Verridith

CHARRIES:
Arctus, Atticus, Caele, Amyr, Ram'r, Kaiba, Edge and Rina (Verridith)

KNOWN DEAD:
Verridith, Nagase, Kiya, Arnus, and many others.

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
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They had just buried his sister yesterday.

Amyr had tried to protect her; tried so very hard. But the maddened ice elemental had ripped through him without a second thought. He reached a hand up to his chest - wrapped completely in bandages - then to touch the sunstone necklace around his throat.

He was a sol'tera; a sun-man. Sunlight enabled his kind to survive, and now... there was no sun. As soon as the sunstones around his neck finally faded - and they would soon - then he would fall to shadesickness and die. Everyone he knew from Ristell was already dead; Kiya had been too weak to fight when they were attacked by the elemental, and he hadn't been able to save her.

The sol'tera was dark-skinned with sharp and curling black tattoos; his hair was black and hung raggedly about his face, and his Ristellan clothes were old, dirty, and tattered, even if the bandages were clean and fresh. All of his jewelry was gone, save for the necklace - the very last of the sunstones of the Mau he had been able to salvage before coming to Felnova. Here, they had a chance - he and Kiya both believed it, until... until the sun died.

"Hey. You okay?"

Amyr looked down from where he sat up on the blackened battlements; a tall dark elf, one of the ones who'd come to his rescue. Suddenly, he felt even worse - he hadn't been the only one to lose someone that day. This one did, too. "Caele," he greeted quietly. "I'm okay. How's the search going?"

The silver-eyed dark elf shook his head. He had escaped uninjured, but... the sol'tera knew his loss hurt far more than losing a sibling. He'd lost his dragon... how he looked even this stable seemed miraculous. "We found one trove that's undamaged," Caele said. "They're bringing the gems here, and with their stored energy we can keep the mages supplied for a little longer. But we're running out of scouts, and most places are overrun with all sorts of monsters."

"I can hel-"

"No," the dark elf cut in. "You need to rest and heal. We'll be fine, Amyr; we have a group gathering recruits now." He gave a soft, weak smile; but he could sense how much the expression was faked. "I'll be back to check on you later. Take care of yourself, okay?"

The sol'tera nodded, and lifted a hand to wave as the former dragonrider walked off; the movement made him wince, and he sighed. However, it wasn't in the man to just sit tight - as soon as Caele was out of sight, he carefully made his way down, mindful of the wounds to his chest. He was a warrior of the Mau. How could he stay and do nothing?

He couldn't go alone... but he was sure he could find someone to go with him. After all, if he could find more help, or even find some way to help the mages himself... anything would be worth that.

Anything at all.

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
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The last six years had been utter hell on the being know as Ronin. First he had lost Patchpocket. Then Vraska. Then Arlinn.
And then, finally, the latest and most tragic, Ronin had lost Jeffry to his family, the horrible Deathollow clan.
Numb, Ronin and the Vilidin staggered through the Felnova streets. Somehow the mages all survived, but they were very, very weak. Only Rayg seemed strong, trying his best to keep the mood light. But the tattered remain of the Vilidin could not have their spirits by one man alone.
What we would give to see our packmates again.

Zen hated all the pain around him. He knew what is was like to lose something very dear to you, to feel pain. He had at least had a year to deal with it. He wished desperately he could help someone, ANYONE. He also missed Liam's companionship. He missed feeling like he has someone to talk to.
He would do anything, just so he could feel happy for the first time since the Betrayl. To feel happy before he died.

Horizon didn't know why he bothered to go on. Wistala and Rory were gone. The only family he had ever known. He just stared into empty space, his energy still slowly being sapped by the Realm. His reiatsu abilities had nearly killed him, but Rory sacrificed himself to save Horizon. Wistala died at the hands of. Heartwoodian Black, also saving Horizon.
Why does the world hate me so much? What have we all done to deserve this living hell?
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The Elf Friend had lived for longer than one of his kind should have and he was beginning to regret his gift from Time. His immortal life seemed to be a curse in these dark times but even so he had no desire to die. He had spent the first three years of this new apoplectic life trying to keep balance within the Song Forest. His home. The place he had finally settled after so many years of traveling. As the days past the borders of the Song Forest seemed to shrink and a impending doom seemed to was over the forest.

He knew that he couldn't stay there. The effort he had put into trying to keep balance within the forest was madding and he could feel it tearing away at his mind. He had began to feel sick even. He was a being of light and with the absence of the sun and moon he felt depressed, even if he hadn't looked upon them for many years. He had briefly taken his mask off during the beginning of the end just so that he could see the sun and the moon before he believed he would die. The Elf Friend was glad that he did because shortly after wards they were destroyed.

Since the ancient Liniah had left the Song Forest he had wandered aimlessly. He narrowly avoid some fights with others and at other times he had no option but to kill the aggressors. He hadn't ever killed anyone before and it weighed heavily on his heart. The Elf Friend seemed to only act upon his desire to live and had stumbled into Albornel. He didn't know what he would find here but his senses told him that there were still a great deal of people in this ancient city.

He took a few steps into the city, exhausted and his feat bloody. He had forgotten the pain and had been using one of his staffs to help him walk. He might be a strange sight to the few people around him but he didn't pay them any mind. The smells of the city made it hard to distinguish things around him but he could tell that some of the people around him were bandits raiding the campsites of other for food. Others were scared children fighting to survive. It weighed heavily on his heart. If he had seen this prior to the deaths of the gods or even before he left the Song Forest he would have done everything in his power to help those in need.

Finally after walking a short distance into the city the Elf Friend sat or collapsed onto the ground needing to rest. At this point the smells of the city made it impossible for him to be able to navigate and was relying completely on sound. His nin weakly held on to his shoulder.
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The sol'tera's descent from the battlements, and determined expression, didn't go unnoticed. A pair of pale blue draconic eyes watched him as he made his way carefully down from the dark walls.

Albinius himself was a bit surprised he'd managed to survive for so long, but he'd always been quick to simply refuse to let anything hinder him from reaching goals he set for himself. All except one. With the royal family gone, the knightly orders were gone with them, including his father, slain in a fight a few years ago.

At any other time, losing the chance to be a knight would've crushed the young dragon's spirit, but now, in the face of complete and utter destruction of existence itself, his unwavering determination carried him onward through the pain of losing everything he knew, and almost everyone, as he clung to an ever-fainter spark of hope that nonetheless clung stubbornly to life within him.

The crippled dragon rose to his feet, and limped forward into sight. "You look like a man with a mission. A mission that doesn't include bed rest," he observed, a small, mirthless grin flitting across his face as he eyed the man's bandaged chest. "Maybe I can be of assistance. I'd rather not spend any more time lying around waiting for..." he trailed off, leaving the obvious unsaid.
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"Ho, friend."

There were footsteps down an alleyway behind the liniah as someone approached. Moments later, a figure in white knelt by his side. "Hush," Zelda murmured, glancing at the nin before she raised a gloved hand to the stranger's forehead. She smiled wearily a moment later. "Good, no fever."

A hood obscured most of the shar's features, though it could not hide the piercing bicolored eyes that now looked the liniah over, narrowed in concern. She brushed her hands over the soles of his feet and made a little noise of sympathy in the back of her throat. "I can heal this," she said quietly, as tongues of white flame licked up from her fingers. "But the deeper pain will need to be dealt with somewhere else."

She gently ran the flames over each foot in turn. White reiatsu that stung at first wound its way into the flesh, repairing the wear of long travel and turning blood into a grey brown dust that crumbled away a moment later. When she had done what she could, Zelda stood, lifting the liniah easily in her arms. "Let us go find help. Nin," she said, addressing the small creature. "Seek ahead. I know not what lurks in the alleys."

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Loyalty. Honesty. Duty.

In a dying world, what did they matter?

All over Felnova, each being with a scrap of power was seeking shelter, bent on survival in a sunless land where hope died with the last mouthful. It was amusing to watch, really. Those who were stronger than others pressed them into service, anchoring their fiefdoms to stores of food, magic, companionship, and, of course, protections. Old alliances were dead now. New ones were forged with a hint of desperation. Everywhere, they were trying to survive.

All of them, that is, except one. Remeira didn't need foxholes to survive. She needed prey.

The drowess walked on the wide road leading toward Albronel, a naked sword in her hand the only indication that she was aware of the danger of traveling alone in this new and terrifying place. Somehow, where others looked half-starved, inches from death, she appeared radiant; her long silky hair shone where it fell upon her shoulders, and her skin glowed, as if stoked with all the flames of vigour and life that had been snuffed in the rest of them. She whistled as she walked, spinning De'Bryska the way a child would spin a thin broomhandle as they imagined themselves flourishing a sword upon the battlefield.

Fresh droplets of blood arced from the blade.

As the drowess entered the shadow of the main gate, she burst into sudden song, words ricocheting off of the empty, windowless homes. "And to be home, oh how my heart longs to be home again...."

Something ran across her path. A child, or an exceptionally large rat - it was difficult to tell, with how Felnovians had been reduced to base, beastlike states. Remeira flicked her wrist and the blade beheaded the creature in an instant, leaving a twitching, bleeding mess in her receding shadow.

"Oh home sweet home!"

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A fellow cloaked in heavy leather hides followed behind the figure cloaked in white, his face obscured by cloth wrappings. Everywhere she walked, he followed. He would stand guard over the Shar, keeping quiet as she did her work. As she finished and lifted the creature, and mentioned the alleyway ahead, he narrowed his eyes, and stepped forward, striding ahead. He lifted a hand with stabbing nails, a small sphere of icy blue reiatsu forming in his palm - as if to warn whoever was stupid enough to attack the Famine N'vaen...

"They had better keep lurking."

The looming end hadn't horribly perturbed the N'Vaen - after it became clear the end was inevitable, what was left to fear? Die today, die tomorrow, it would all be the same in the end. As a result, the demon had decided to spend these last days traveling with the one close to him - still not revealing his true feelings, in spite of giving into an apathetic lethargy for the most part beyond being the shar's travel companion.

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In the distance up above, a figure in Halgian gold plate soared, its four wings of light extended magnificently as it circled Caele's location, keeping a healthy distance above. It righted itself, and removed its helmet to gaze upon Caele from afar with softly glowing vermillion-golden eyes - the familiar white ponytail of Kari hanging from the back of her head.

Time had not been well to her. She had returned to Halgia to make peace with her father, as well as to drink from the lightriver - to give her the strength to be there for everyone as the end drew near. Now he was dead as a result of their 'reunion,' and she was wearing his armor. Several crucial years had passed since her dear friend had been buried. She wasn't there for her dear friend's friend. She would be now.

However, how would Caele take it? She kept back, maintaining her altitude, watching over him. Her naginata, as always, at the ready. She needed to at least try to bring comfort.

Loyalty. Honesty. Duty. As the dying world crumbled, they were the only things she could keep from falling.

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@Zendekarian (to Ronin)

"Daddy, look!"

A giant wolf, black-furred and with a metal leg paused in the middle of the North Road leading from Albronel; he wore a sort of bandolier around his neck and chest, made of leather with two pouches on either side - currently empty. And on his back sat a boy of around perhaps twelve or thirteen, black hair wild and eyes a startling blue-purple.

The wolf didn't have many markings; what he did have was red and traveled down his back, matching deep scarlet eyes. Ears pricked, he watched for a moment before waving his tail a swish, then approaching the group slowly. "You look weary, and in need of rest," the wolf said, dipping his head. "Do you and your group travel to Albronel?"

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@darkeh @JPG

That voice...

The dark-elf abruptly tensed. He had been crossing the very road - covered in dust and debris from years of neglect, the cobblestone upset and cracked in many places - that Remeira now traveled down, and as he turned to face her, recognized who it was in an instant. Instinctively, he laid a hand on the hilt of his sword and watched her progress warily, until she was close enough to hear him speak.

"Remeira," he said slowly, silver eyes like ice. A gust of chill wind tugged at his black hair and flung the edge of his cloak into the air, before settling again. The artificial light of the bespelled gemstones wavered as they always did. "I never expected to see you again. What are you doing here?"

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@Fyfergrund

The sol'tera paused and looked over at the dragon; a moment of hesitation passed, before he sighed. "I can't sit and do nothing," he said, frustrated. "I don't care if I'm injured. I only have until my sunstones run out anyways. I want - no, I need - to help."

He walked over, ignoring the pain of movement, until he stood next to the crippled young drake. For a moment, Amyr took in a few deep breaths, angrily shoving the sudden dizziness away. "Caele mentioned," he began somewhat breathlessly, "finding energy gems. So if we can... help the mages along..."

Then, he stopped. "He sounded like there was a chance to survive," he said suddenly, voice low. "But how? Keeping the mages alive saves our Realm for a little while. But what's the end play? What do we do after they die?"

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
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