Character Bios will be revealed after the battle is completed, and edited into this post.
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-|- Amateur Adventurer -|-
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Sage Preston was an avid Pokemon GO player, often being told to be more careful. He almost had collected every Pokemon, he only needed one more. It was something that hikers had occasionally spotted in the hills nearby on Route 46. He impressed himself by how much more physical that playing this game had made him, he never could have imagined himself out in nature like this. Yet here he was, and there it was. His battery was low, he needed to swap for another powerpack. He had to be fast before he missed his chance, but he fumbled the pack into the wet leaves.
As he dug around frantically for it, he was totally oblivious to the ledge nearby. His mud soaked sneakers kept slipping and still he didn't notice the ledge while he searched for the battery. Until he saw where it was, and reaching for it, disaster struck as the ground beneath him gave way completely. His last conscious observation was of falling...
As he dug around frantically for it, he was totally oblivious to the ledge nearby. His mud soaked sneakers kept slipping and still he didn't notice the ledge while he searched for the battery. Until he saw where it was, and reaching for it, disaster struck as the ground beneath him gave way completely. His last conscious observation was of falling...
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-|- Time Stream Slip -|-
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Another failed attempt. Gideon Quinn could only watch as hell's fury had come to claim the souls of this timeline. It was time to try again. But this time things were strange... Had he gone too far back?
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-|- Phantom in the Mist -|-
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Lieutenant Riya Contreras was the rock in her squad. She was tough as nails to everyone under her command, but underneath her tough-guy facade she was full of pride, watching them become everything she always knew they could. She was obsessive with their well-being, always controlling the missions beyond her station. She spent countless hours in the simulations, going over worst-case scenarios. The AI began to adapt to her in order to increase the challenge, and even began including human opponents. There seemed to be one that was reoccurring, the file name for the entity was Aisha Welch, and she was fierce.
Contreras would often pull off the simulation goggles in a sweat, breathing laboriously. She took a break from the sims for a time. More and more the sirens went off, space had managed to once again produced some new kind of terror. One day while her squad was responding to an abduction, she had an encounter like nothing that had come before. With grim efficiency, the fighting was quickly over---she had finally given into her teammates' protests and gave them the space they deserved, and the results showed. But after everyone had reported in and were making their way back to the dropship, Contreras found herself alone. She found she had lost all communication with her team. The air was thick in the Bayous. The fog danced around the weird vegetation, and more and more Contreras became certain that the mist concealed one more invader. She called out to her squadmates, again and again. She grew more and more desperate...her pistol rapidly seeking a mark that surely eluded her. Then she saw it, and her heart sank...the limp bodies of her squadmates, and standing beside them was...was...
Was it a trick? No. It was her! It was pure spine crawling horror...Brought to life by some unfathomable dark magic, made flesh and blood. It was Riya Contreras! And by her feet was Aisha's beloved squadmates, forever still. The strange alien plants felt like they were closing in, and she couldn't breath. Then, in a blinding green pulse everything became nothing.
Contreras would often pull off the simulation goggles in a sweat, breathing laboriously. She took a break from the sims for a time. More and more the sirens went off, space had managed to once again produced some new kind of terror. One day while her squad was responding to an abduction, she had an encounter like nothing that had come before. With grim efficiency, the fighting was quickly over---she had finally given into her teammates' protests and gave them the space they deserved, and the results showed. But after everyone had reported in and were making their way back to the dropship, Contreras found herself alone. She found she had lost all communication with her team. The air was thick in the Bayous. The fog danced around the weird vegetation, and more and more Contreras became certain that the mist concealed one more invader. She called out to her squadmates, again and again. She grew more and more desperate...her pistol rapidly seeking a mark that surely eluded her. Then she saw it, and her heart sank...the limp bodies of her squadmates, and standing beside them was...was...
Was it a trick? No. It was her! It was pure spine crawling horror...Brought to life by some unfathomable dark magic, made flesh and blood. It was Riya Contreras! And by her feet was Aisha's beloved squadmates, forever still. The strange alien plants felt like they were closing in, and she couldn't breath. Then, in a blinding green pulse everything became nothing.
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-|- A Thief's Reward -|-
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Hugo Everett was a common thief. His friend Jimmy always said that he had no sense for his own safety. One day a gypsy came to town, and danced in the market like a pink pixie. She floated and swayed in her foreign dress, and she seemed to be dancing just for him. She was devastatingly beautiful, but more important to Hugo was that she was covered from head to toe in jewelry.
Later that night under a full moon he snuck in to her carriage. The threshold was marked by odors of exotic perfumes and incense. She was fast asleep, and he would not make a sound. As he hastily lined his pockets he took notice of the gypsy's many strange objects and talismans. He was just as surprised at how stupid his distracted state was: Of course a wondering gypsy would accumulate such baubles, it's in their nature to do so. Yet still his eyes lingered on them, especially a crystal ball. The last thing he saw was the gypsy's reflection...
Later that night under a full moon he snuck in to her carriage. The threshold was marked by odors of exotic perfumes and incense. She was fast asleep, and he would not make a sound. As he hastily lined his pockets he took notice of the gypsy's many strange objects and talismans. He was just as surprised at how stupid his distracted state was: Of course a wondering gypsy would accumulate such baubles, it's in their nature to do so. Yet still his eyes lingered on them, especially a crystal ball. The last thing he saw was the gypsy's reflection...
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-|- Prologue: The King's Bodyguard -|-
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Two equestrians made their way through a valley. King Izabelle Horne and Madame Trinity Chandler, her ace knight number one, and monster hunting specialist. Among the sun bathed hills, they took in the rich air of the fields surrounding them, now far and away from the harsh desert where they had met. The desert where they had encountered the giant snake that had designed to make a meal of them. Instead, thanks to a hurried alliance, they overcame the beast, and escaped the slain serpent's domain. Then, they had traveled across the land together, crossing paths with wizards and merchants. They had continued on towards the lush mountains where they prepared themselves for whatever this cruel land had in store for them next...
As quickly as the thunderstorm had rolled in, the floods were upon them like a raging bull. The riders raced to higher elevation, but in the wind and the rain and confusion they had gotten separated...
As quickly as the thunderstorm had rolled in, the floods were upon them like a raging bull. The riders raced to higher elevation, but in the wind and the rain and confusion they had gotten separated...
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