Raindrop Valkyrie

"You may one day Child, But it will be a long time. A Goat such as me is very busy, and I have many things too do." Bartimus said. "It was nice meeting you folks, I see why Lumabella stepped her bounds for you. They say she is the best judge of character in the whole world, but that is fitting of the Goddess of Individuality I would think." A Silver beam came down from the heavens, and it engulfed the form of Bartimus. He laughed gleefully, as he uttered one last thing "Goodbye heros, and good luck on your journey, you will need it, the tests are made to break the resolve of lesser mortals, so that they never can fall into the hands of those that do not deserve them." Now the middle of the table was empty, and all around it sat gawking wizards, not sure if what they saw was just real or not. Morlak still standing near Oarloff, looked just as perplexed, and awe-struck. It wasn't every day a Half-Ogre called a God into your presence.

Well a certain Red Faced Demon knows clues to start you guys on your journey, Maybe you should try talking to him. But is completely up to you guys which Shards you go for first. It may be a bit easier to decide when you have heard a little of each. As you know, each shard has a Guardian of some sort, but before that guardian, most are also protected by a dungeon of sorts. Also, each Shard will have a Death Angel going after it as well. Which is going for which shard is going to remain a mystery until they show up. I have a feeling Helzebeth as a character though is going to really want to get the one in the Shattered Hills. I am not forcing you guys to go there, but her character tie is calling her there really heavily ((especially after you get the info on it I will be absolutely certain she will really, really want to go.))

Oh no, I know about Radomus already. However, Hatter is more based off the Mad Hatter, and Mister Hat from Shovel Knight ((Mister Hat was my avatar before this one.)).

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The Nine Death Angels The Crimson King, The Immortal that thrums with Dark Magic. Ishmael, The Armour that shelters a tortured Soul. Echo, The Graveborn, cursed to wallow in her sorrow forever. Hatter, The Mad Assassin with Style, and a lot of hats. Ashnard, The Wolf in Man's Clothing. Vazhul, the Seer in Yellow. Hollow, the Demon with a Thousand Faces. Magdeline, The Fey with a Vendetta. Hastur, the Impish Right Hand of the Gentleman. And their leader: The Gentleman, Leader of the Death Angels Not sure if I want to do any mini bios on them are not, it would just be so you know what they are, but you won't get a whole lot about them out of me. ((just their races, and less important info, nothing too big.)) Getting to know them will be more or less what the focus of the adventure will be now. They are your foes until the end.

"I do son, it is time you see the rest of the world. I trust Odin to keep good care of you, along with the rest of these fine folk." Abraham said, embracing his son not seeming to care he was being crushed a little bit. He cried, tears steaming down his face, as it was time to let go of his son. Odin dried a tear from his own eye. "You know, I remember a similar day when I sent Magni off on his journey to become a Paladin" he said to Bjorn sitting next to him. "Aye, I too remember this day. Went I sent my son off to be a Warrior under the command of the Madeye Bear, the High Jarl of Aurora's toughest and most respected General. I was so proud of him." Bjorn replied, obviously trying to keep from tearing up himself. "I never had such a day, never had a wife, never had a family of my own." Chauff said. "Well a blood family, I had a family of bonds, but they are gone now." "Well, maybe it will be us one day Chauff." Odin said, still tearing up a little. His eyes, the colour of forge embers, looked almost dead. No heat came from them like normal, but they still glowed a spark still there. For now sorrow was in them, the fire only hide underneath. "Maybe, weird finding a family when you are nearing your dying days though. To find the people that you needed most, near the end, a horrible irony." Chauff said. "Not irony. Maybe you only found us now, because you didn't need us before. We wouldn't nearly be as important if you didn't need us." Bjorn said. "Always try to find the bright side of things huh, Bjorn?" "Yes, Chauff, because you always point out the worst, somebody has to balance you out." The 3 laughed. Even through the tears Bjorn and Odin had. They laughed so hard, that even Chauff came to tears a bit. The 3 knew now what they would stick together, til the end of it all. Bartimus "Now, I assume that is yes from you then Oarloff?" the Lord of Life said. He looked down on the scene before him. These were the reasons Life was worth creating, why it was beautiful even in the sea of ugly things. He was reassured about most of the heros, even Sigurd. He thought to himself, Aelia wouldn't pick one such as him for no reason.

Ark, that is literally my favourite song of like all time just so you know. Anyhows, Heyo!!! I am Hukuna Sensei, the head of the RP forum here on Reborn. If you at all interested but don't know where to start you can PM me, I am sure to be able to set you down the right path. It would be nice to have some new blood, even if you aren't RPing with us, and just reading along. We are also doing some more creative writing things as well, so even if you don't want to RP, you can share your stories as well. If you need any help with the forums or the game, feel free to pm Hilda, Sheep, Vinny, or any of the auths. They are generally helpful people, and I am sure they can help you out. Feel free to Jump on PO at anytime, it sort of acts as a live chat for the forums, and a lot of stuff goes on there. You can either download the PO client yourself, or click the button up near the top of the page right above the search bar labeled Reborn Chat. Welcome, and enjoy your stay here at Reborn. Hukuna Sensei out~

Yea, the spoiler tags can be goofy sometimes. Anyway, now this way people can click it open to see them rather then scrolling through them to find everything. ((like if they are looking for say one in 3rd Gen, they can just go to 3rd Gen and skip some of the scrolling.)) anyways goo luck with the project here.

The Macguffins actually do things, but I am still planning what a few of them do....mostly since I don't want them to be broken ass OP. They all do have a huge downside though, but that will become much more apparent once you get one of them. Also, forgot Chim....the Crimson King knows about 5 shards, he said that when he was talking to you in your brain place.

Set-up the Macguffins? Check! Give a preview of the Death Angels? Check! Getting up a Strawpoll for the next area the heros go to? Not check, need to finish chapter first. ((but yes, you guys get to pick where to go moreso now than you did before.)) Still an Evil Host? Checkrino!!! Welp, looks like we are a-go for more or less where the story will go from here. And it wouldn't be a fantasy RP without looking for at least one Macguffin.

"No need for yousaa to thank me. All I did was show yousaa the way to unlock what yousaa already knew." Glicks said, a smile on his face. "Yousaa are a powerful illusionist, I expect yousaa to go very far Nero. This is only one step on yousaas journey. Meesa don't know if one day, yousaa will be the masta, and meesa the student, but that would be very interesting day if it did."

Abraham placed his chin in his hand. It was clear the old man was thinking hard. What wasn't known to the heros was Oarloff was Abraham's only living family so it would be hard to let him go for the old man. He wondered if he had to, if Oarloff was ever to fully grow on his own. The Nightingale was too important to Abraham to leave with the boy, but he had to let Oarloff see the world someday, even if that world was ugly for the most part. Oarloff needed to see the beauty that lie beyond the black walls of Nevermore. Abraham thought to himself that nothing could be as bad as the City of Black Omens, and that he would have people to protect him. "You may go son, if you think that is best for you. You will soon be a man, I think it is due time you start to make decisions on your own. I won't be around forever. I will hire some help down at the Inn, it shouldn't be too hard to find somebody in the Ash Quarter that needs a job." he said, a slight wavering in his voice. It was obvious he still didn't want to let go of his son, but he felt he had too. He couldn't shelter him his whole life, it wouldn't be right. A Far Away Place "Order!!!" "I will not have this during my summit. Shut your yaps we have business to take care of, and I intend it to be in an orderly fashion." "Aye Gentleman Sir!!!" said 8 voices. "Good, now as I am sure most of you noticed, I called a summit to force an answer out of The Ninth Death Angel, The Crimson King. However, he hasn't shown up so we are still in the dark about his loss at Passtrough, a seemingly easy target to eliminate. As such our foothold in the Shadowed Isles has not improved and therefore we cannot mount the assault, and therefore will have to change our plans. We now will be going after the Shards of the Nine Divines, artifacts of immense power as I am sure you are well aware." "Indeed, Sir. As I said before we should have planned on this in the first place. The Crimson King has always been unreliable at best, and it would have been best to just go after the Artifacts anyway, with his taking of Passtrough being a nice cherry on top if he could pull his damn act together." said a strangely dressed entity. He wore dark brown Trench Coat, it was rather plain in nature, but the entity still had an air or nobility to it. He also carried Katana that's blade was pitch black. He wore a strange brass helmet that concealed his face. He took a sip of tea after his small outburst. "You might be right, Hatter but still had to let the Crimson King have one last chance, however I am done with him now it is clear he is a lost cause." "And he always has been, we have the plan together already to claim the Shards, we will just have to pry the one assigned to him out of his dry redead hands." Said a terrifying hulk of a man. He had a feral look in his eyes and wild black hair. It flowed from his head into his beard all of the hair on his face interconnecting in some way. The back was a sloppy Ponytail that went down to his waist, and it was tied with a red cloth and beads, the adornments of one who had seen many battles. "For once I agree with that stupid Furbrain, Ashnard." said an equally hulking mass, though this one was made entirely of Metal. Fashioned in a way that he looked like a knight, his body was entirely made of iron. in his middle lay a soul gem, with a soul attached to it working a mass of metal. "Oi! I don't want to hear it from you ya bucket o' bolts!" The angered werewolf shouted. "ORDER!!" "Well, you know they are right Genty. We have the plans in place for this already, we might as well execute them now, and gather the other 8 shards, and deal with the Crimson King some other time." piped up, a rather strange looking being. It most definitely wasn't something you would expect to see at this sort of a gathering or any gathering for that matter. What appeared to be a a humanoid, but it was frail, strange and quite alien. It Body was mostly Grey in colour without many distinctive features. "Of course, if only we knew where his damn castle was, we know it is somewhere in the Shadowed Isles, but no one knows exactly where but his men and most of them aren't talking seeing as they aren't the type of undead smart enough to do so." said a Woman in a rather angry voice. She had Electric blue hair, and what appeared to be a terrible burn mark under her left eye. Her eyes were a strange Red colour, that seemed to burn with an unexplained anger. "Lucky you that your one of Draven's Chosen, then huh Echo? That must qualify as a smart undead." said Ashnard the Werewolf, with a guffaw. "Oh shut up you flee-ridden buffoon. Besides, if you knew anything, Vampires weren't created by Draven." Echo said. "But don't forget honey, you aren't a normal Vampire, you are a Graveborn, one of Mortimo's strange creations. Well mistakes more less, since he never wanted to make something as powerful as you lot." said the Hatter. "I know, and I killed all the other Graveborn, so no need to mention them. It was their fault I am cursed as such." Echo said. "Not much of a curse, all the power of a vampire, without nearly as many drawbacks. The only real weakness is that of silver, and having your heart pierced, otherwise nothing can truly kill you." said a Illithid, who wore a yellow cloak and rode. It was made of tattered cloth wrapped and sown together into one garment. "Maybe in your eyes, Vazhul, but if you were in my shoes, you wouldn't think so." Echo said. "This is every summit....ORDER!!! Please, we have work to do. You lot can have your petty arguments and make personal jabs on your own time. Now then back to business." The Gentleman said, his forehead in the palm of his hand. ((and no, I am not outlining their plan for you, which Death Angel shows up at which shard is to be a surprise.))

Might be a good idea to put those Magna Evos in a spoiler tag, just so it is more organized for you.

Oh alright, Viktor probably just going to chill for now until something happens for him to react to.

Question, this the same party VIktor is at.....like I am confused as to what is going on a bit, mostly due to the gap in time where I was paying attention to what was going on.

SInbad disregarded the glinting object in the dark room, he would rather get to Scrawl, as the Spider could possibly help him get out of this place. He had no idea how long he had been in that hole, the others could have assumed he was dead by now. Then he remember there were Naga with the others, and Scrawl must have been shouting about them. He started to climb out, hoping Scrawl wouldn't crush him while he was freaking out. He pulled himself up as quickly as he could in the new holes Scrawl had made. The stone was rough on his hands, but he continued to climb anyway. Hopefully he would make it up in time before anything too crazy happened.

Yes, he is a god XD You can hide nothing from a god. That is the only thought he has needed to address so far though, most of the other stuff he just let go.

"No, I do, however I don't trust the other Gods to keep me posted, so I want my own champion in this endeavor." Bartimus said. "Besides, if Pyron sees it fit for you to still be a Cinder Knight, then it is not my right to judge you, nor was it ever. I have my own order of Knights to deal with, I will hardly interfere with Pyron's order, I simply don't have the time."

"I wish we did know, cause even we are mostly in the dark." The Lord of Life said as he paced even more. "That is another dark power of the Plate of Hatred. Each Piece of armour has special powers imbued into it. The Helm has a powerful magic that makes the wearer not only immune to the effects of Illusions of most kinds, but also any attempt to scry them as well. And as the plate is made of the Shard of one of the gods, even the Magic of the Gods cannot break that immunity. We do know however that he is mortal, and that he has some sort of violent vendetta against Human and Demi-human kind. It was only recently however that he manifested an army, in the past 7 years he has been building it up. Before he used to single-handily raid towns and destroy them. He did that for over 200 years, and only know decided to acquire help to eradicate man. He is the Leader of the Death Angels, a Group that follows him with blind zeal and share in his goal of destroying the world. We may have another Great War on our hands if nothing is done to stop this." He said, a somewhat pitiful look on his face. It was evident he wasn't happy with his answer to the heros, like he felt that it didn't help at all. It was certainly evident in the way He gave some more direct facts this time. "Now, my last question. For you only Oarloff. Will you accompany them on this quest? It is important I have somebody I trust along for the ride with them, at least to me."

((Double Post.....cause I can, most want to bump this just so you guys see it rather than editing it, since I need to get this moving again. Also, got some other lore in a new form that I used before.)) "Now then, is there any final question you would like to ask me? This is the last chance you have to do so." Bartimus said. He paced back and forth adjusting his hat and other things in his dress for whatever reason, it was like he slipped into his own little world for a second. A Far Away Place "So he failed. milord?" "Yes, he did Hastur, I am not quite sure how, as he hasn't answered my Informant yet. The Hand ((The Gentleman's informants are known as the Hands of the Gentleman, or Hands for short.)) has only told me that he seems evasive, and many times seems not to be there mentally, like he is projecting himself elsewhere." The Gentleman said placing a hand on his helmeted chin. "I told you he couldn't be trusted, why do we let this simpleton be one of the Nine Death Angels?" Magdelin said, visibly angry. "Because he holds a valuable position for us in the Shadowed Isles, and his Castle is in a hard place to assault. It is also rumored he has possession of the Black Heart of Draven. So we can't afford to burn bridges with him." The Gentlemen said. "Shall we call a summit of the Death Angels then?" choked the little imp after awhile. "Ah, that is a wonderful idea my good Hastur, it will force him to answer us. I like the way you think." The Gentleman said, a happy tone in his voice.

"Hmm, I probably have some good Scrawl, though I wasn't exactly planning to fall down here. You see a bunch of the ruins above collapsed and I was trying to help a man get out from under some rubble. A right bastard that one is, but it isn't like me to let somebody that is traveling with me suffer that kind of a death. Either way, I took a nice tumble down here, and I met you. Funnily enough, out of the lot up there, you are probably better company." Sinbad mused to Scrawl looking through his pack of gear, making to effort to search for the flies. He almost certainly had none, but the Spider didn't know that. Scrawl seemed strange for a giant beast, especially a spider. Sinbad would figure a spider would think he look scrumptious and eat him right up. Lucky Sinbad, that this fellow had a taste for flies.

"Perhaps I am just a fly on the wall, or maybe I just fell down here, but either way I am not that important, just ignore me I did not mean to disturb you home if this is what this is." Sinbad said. He made no sudden movements, as he really had no idea what he was dealing with here, it was much to dark to tell. And nothing good ever had more than 2 eyes. He figured the creature could either see him with some sort of vision better suited for low-light, or that the creature, whatever it was, had some other keen sense that it knew he was here. Sinbad personally hoped it was something other than vision, if that was the case, it wouldn't have an exact handle on where he was and it would have more guess work to do, if it even wanted to harm him. He waited to hear it response before he tried to flee the area, maybe it would be friendly. SUPER unlikely, but maybe, and no sense being rash until one had to be rash.

Vixen probably wouldn't know anybody. Only likely one would be Flux's character as more of a childhood friend, but even that would be a stretch. ((and I mention Flux's in particular cause I feel they would get along, only reason. I don't think she would gravitate towards any of the others as friends really, or at least not right away.))