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The Dimensional Rift contains 12 nations, the 1,641st most in the world.
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The Fattest Citizens in The Dimensional Rift
World Census takers tracked the sale of Cheetos and Twinkies to ascertain which nations most enjoyed the "kind bud."
As a region, The Dimensional Rift is ranked 27,330th in the world for Fattest Citizens.
Nation | WA Category | Motto | ||
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1. | The Holy Empire of Sween | Iron Fist Consumerists | “Si vis pacem, para bellum” | |
2. | The Kingdom of Valderon | Democratic Socialists | “We are only as strong as we are united.” | |
3. | The Dragoncrown Supremacy of Azucur | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “No more.” | |
4. | The Holy Kingdom of Arathion | Father Knows Best State | “Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” | |
5. | The Kingdom of Nashiraa | Democratic Socialists | “She who brings new fortune brings new hope” | |
6. | The Dark Empire of Nathrasil | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “H'iwn oou!” | |
7. | The Northern Region of Shinkou | Liberal Democratic Socialists | “We all live in a Pokémon world!” | |
8. | The Pan-Asian Empire of Japan and Pacific States | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “The World, Under a Japanese Roof” | |
9. | The Greater Empire of Alchbyre | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor Earth two masters.” | |
10. | The Refuge of The Niko Isles | Democratic Socialists | “My Burden is Light” |
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Regional Happenings
- : Wizards of the coast ceased to exist.
- : The Universe of -Astridium- departed this region for Infinite Multiverse.
- : The Democratic States of Greater Free Macedonia ceased to exist.
- : The Kingdom of Valderon arrived from Balder.
- : The Kingdom of Valderon ceased to exist.
- : The Airborne Flock of Migrating Geese departed this region for The Diamond Alliance.
- : The Airborne Flock of Migrating Geese arrived from The dinopedians.
- : The Kingdom of Umbreons of the region The Great Universe cancelled the closure of its embassy in The Dimensional Rift.
- : The Republic of Djas4 of the region The Great Universe ordered the closure of its embassy in The Dimensional Rift.
- : The Kingdom of Valderon arrived from Osiris.
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Aladia took another step, then placed her right foot on the stone step to the tomb and walked forward, trying to look as confident and regal as she could, she glanced at the statues. She wondered if she could dupe the inhabitants into thinking she was the same species as whoever the statues depicted. Aladia herself was oblivious that these statues did actually depict auldrans, like herself, with only minor differences.
Whe she reached the top, Aladia hesitated before running her hand across the engravings on the wall. The symbol of House Hypatia was unknown to her, it didn't look like the same symbol used by the queen of the auldrans in the modern age. Yet, there was something so familiar about everything here, she just could not place it.
The recon teams did not attempt to pursue the cities, which were clearly beyond their capabilities. The crews had been trained for espionage and assassinations, not pursuing mobile cities, if there was even a program for that.
Kaniros' capital, Landowar, was however mobile, but much larger considering it was a flying island that the Sorcerer King and later the Arch-Mage routinely moved around the continent, but this city seemed to be more nomadic in nature.
The teams theorized that they moved because of a need to expand outwards to new land or perhaps just as part of some sort of plan, though no one could figure out what that plan might be.
Most of the recon teams returned to their shuttles, however Recon-7 stayed behind to search the surrounding area, for anything else out of the ordinary.
Visai thought for a moment then ordered "Gather the alien debris, but do NOT bring it aboard, we'll tow it." Visai said, he looked at the surronding holograms and wrote down some improvements he could add to the ships once they returned to Kaniros. Visai imagined that it would be easier to investigate each part of the alien debris back at Hyras.
The crew were already gathering what they could from the area by using tractor beams and wires to move it into a large clump of materials.
The sixteen remaining contestants in the tournament were given two hours to rest up, the tournament would be finished today, so the remaining contestants knew they'd have to conserve their energy through their fights.
Everyone knew who their first opponents would be and had a vague idea of who they'd fight afterwards, none of them said a word as they all only sat there glaring at each other. It was almost like they didn't want to give anything away by looking at another's face too long. The tension was palpable and everyone wanted this over with already.
Finally, it was time for the tournament to start once more, and they heard the announcer once more "Welcome back to the arena, ladies and gentlemen. It is finally time for the real tournament to begin, our sixteen contenders have rested and are ready to fight, one of them will be the next lord, so let me invite to the stage 'Gua Boulderfang'! In his first battle, he laid waste to the battlefield with his greatsword, but will he be able to do the same against his opponent? His opponent 'Karmir Halfbane'! With his axe, he sent every opponent foolish enough to stand in his way straight to the afterlife, but will he be able to beat Boulderfang? Let's find out!"
Most of the contestants decided to look out the window at the arena, when the two combatants walked out, taking their positions on either edge of the arena.
"Let the battle begin!" the announcer said, and the contestants rushed at each other, Gua raised his greatsword and went into an overhead slash. Karmir lowered his stance and threw his axe at Gua, it spun in the air as it made its way to Gua who was unable to dodge it in time, the battle was over instantly.
Karmir walked over and retrieved his axe from Gua's gut. "Better luck in the afterlife, lad." he said.
The announcer was barely able to speak after the show, "Ka- Karmir Halfbane is victorious! Can any of the other contestants possibly stand up to that? We'll find out right away, now let me invite to the centre stage the druid who turned the stage into a sea of fire and took out the competition without even breaking a sweat, 'Elberos Dawnrest'! But will his magic measure up to his beautiful opponent, 'Carbellis Foresthold'? Both are magic users, let's see which one is the greater mage. Let the battle begin!"
Elberos chuckled, "Sorry about this, whelp. But in our art, experience is everything." Elberos said, Carbellis didn't respond, three orbs of energy appeared, and they flew at Elberos, who easily deflected them, much to Carbellis dismay.
Elberos copied the spell and Carbellis prepared to dodge only to find roots holding her feet in place, she cursed as Elberos' magic missiles flew at her, she was struck head on by all three. "Magic missile barrage, a simple spell, easy to block, easier to dodge, as long as you fuel enough power into it and keep your enemy still, it will be an easy victory."
"Elberos Dawnrest is victorious, can no one stop these powerhouses? Let's see what happens in our next battle." the announcer said as Elberos calmly left the ring, Carbellis was carried to the infirmary, she had lost, but she was still alive.
"Turn your eyes to the centre stage as I invite our half-orc contestant 'Araglar Hell Trasher' to the stage. In his match, he brought the full force of hell itself down on his opponents with two sledgehammers, his strength knows no bounds. But can sheer power stand up to centuries of warfare, such as found in his opponent, 'Belkyl Stormhold'? Let's find out, hammer to hammer, let the battle begin!"
Araglar raised both hammers, he roared as he ran at Belkyl, swinging both hammers wildly. They met, and the crowd watched with bated breath, could this powerful half-orc be stopped? He swung again, but Belkyl simply caught Araglar's attack with his own hammer. Then Belkyl began to swing at Araglar, until Araglar managed to catch his blows with his hammers, sending him staggering backwards.
He looked around for his chance and saw his chance, he lunged forward and drove his shoulder into Belkyl's chest, knocking him unbalanced.
Then he hit his legs with the side of his hammer, knocking Belkyl onto his back and leaving him helpless. He then used his momentum and pulled back with both hammers, slamming them together at the top of Belkyl's helmet and crushing it. The crowd gasped at the sight, some of them crying out in horror, but most cheering along with the others.
Belkyl lay there motionless, Araglar raised his hammers in victory, unknowing that Belkyl was gettin up behind him and picking his hammer up again, he had a bruise on his head, but seemed otherwise fine. Belkyl swung his hammer into Araglar's leck knocking him to one knee, before Araglar realized what was happening, Belkyl landed one more strike, now into Araglar's head. Knocking him out cold and causing him to fall to the ground.
Araglar had underestimated how tough a dwarf could be, but Belkyl had overestimated how tough orcs were, Araglar had died to the blunt trauma "Belkyl Stormhold is victorious! What is with those dwarves, is it possible that our next ruler will be a dwarf?"
"Let's move right along next up, this half elf, seems to fight traditionally for what he is, the ranger 'Rizaren Ascalhorn' can he truly fight with the cursed name of the elves on his shoulders? Against him is the spellsword 'Heixidor Stillheart' will he be able to take this powerful archer? Let's find out, let the battle begin!"
Rizaren came running at Heixidor, who was preparing a spell, but Rizaren didn't care, he swung his sword, and he did not hold back, he cut and slashed with abandon. When he reached Heixidor's side, he tried to drive his sword into his guts, but Heixidor moved back and avoided the blow, he didn't have to use his magic to defend himself, he simply dodged the incoming attacks and retaliated with his own, his sword striking toward the side of Rizaren's neck who managed to protect it in time with his bracer. Heixidor kept up his onslaught, striking at the sides of Rizaren with quick but weak attacks, Rizaren finally decided to change tactics, he stepped back, his blade raised to the sky, but then he slammed it down, almost slicing into Heixidor who jumped several feet back, he sheathed his sword and prepared a fireball.
Rizaren quickly drew his bow, and fired two arrows at Heixidor, he dodged one only for the second to hit him in the gut, cancelling his spell as the spellsword couldn't keep his concentration like that, but he recovered fast, casting a bolt of lightning that hit Rizaren squarely between his shoulders, he staggered, but he wasn't done yet, he suddenly seemed to fade out of existence only to appear next to Heixidor mid-strike with his sword, he plunged his weapon into Heixidor's stomach and twisted, the crowd gasped in shock and fear when they saw blood pour forth from the wound, but they soon cheered louder than ever as the battle ended, Rizaren had won the match.
"That's the battle 'Rizaren Ascalhorn' is victorious, that's half of the first eight battles, let's move on to the next eight quickly!" the announcer roared, Alice thought he was getting very annoying.
"Let me call to the ring 'Erxidor Sagebreath' his style seems very similar to Heixidor, even though they have no other relations, will he be able to beat his opponent, 'Brolvurk Hawkstream'so the elves can save face?"
Elberos seemed a bit angry at the remark about the elves saving face, but kept his cool.
Erxidor and Brolvurk made their way into the ring and took their positions. The arena was silent as the two combatants faced each other, Erxidor readied his sword, just waiting. His opponent drew his two swords in response. "The battle begins." The announcer said.
Both men charged at each other simultaneously, Erxidor parried Brolvurk's first attack with his sword and was pushed backwards slightly by the force of the blow, he recovered quickly and struck with his sword as well, but Brolvurk blocked that with his blades. Then Brolvurk swung his swords downward at Erxidor's torso, which he deflected with ease, but instead of going for another attack, Brolvurk took his chance to charge straight at Erxidor, who had no choice but to step backwards again. This time, the weight of Brolvurk forced him to drop his sword to avoid being thrown unbalanced, so Erxidor was free of its grasp, disarmed, Brolvurk saw his opportunity and stabbed with both swords only to be thrown back by a magical wave.
Even without his sword, Erxidor was a force to be reckoned with, with both hand stretched forwards, he unleashed wave after wave at his opponent, steadily knocking Brolvurk back, before finally using his telekinetic magic to throw him across the arena, slamming him against the wall. He knocked the human out cold. "Erxidor Sagebreath is victorious, the battles are really getting heated now! Get ready for the next fight, people! Cold as ice, but with the strength of a mountain, 'Noroh Ashcaller' beat her competition with nothing but her fists, but can she knock down the man forged by the rock, 'Thardain Bloodanvil'? Let's find out if a human female can take down a true dwarf."
The announcer called out the names as they entered the stage.
Cold as ice, but with the strength of a mountain, that was Noroh. But Thardain had been trained by an expert fighter since childhood, that much the audience knew already from the previous matches. The crowd began cheering loudly, as did the contestants themselves. They took their places. "Let the battle begin."
They circled one another slowly, neither one wanting to give the other an opening. Then the moment arrived, Thardain lunged forward and rammed his fist into her stomach, causing her to stumble away from him. She turned around, preparing herself for more of his punches, but instead she found herself on the receiving end of a kick to the stomach, sending her flying towards the edge.
"Now this is more like it!" shouted the announcer as the crowd applauded, Thardain raised both fists to signal he meant business, but Noroh darted out at him and punched him in the gut. He doubled over, and she struck him once more before kicking him in the chest, sending him tumbling back. The dwarf got up and tried to counter with his own fist, but she grabbed his wrist and threw him back. He landed with a thud on the ground and struggled to get back up, but was met with a swift punch in the head and sent back to the floor. But then he rose again, swinging at her. Her head jerked to the side, dodging it. Then she hit him with her knee, forcing him onto all fours before she stomped on his chest, sending him back down. He got up quickly and aimed a kick at her head, but it didn't connect because of the momentum she had gained. Instead, she drove her elbow into his ribs, and then kicked him in the face. He fell again, and she jumped onto his body and delivered three solid blows with her fists into his gut, followed by a few kicks to make sure he wouldn't get up again. But he did anyway.
She stood there panting, shaking at what had happened. She looked at the dwarf, who had managed to stand again despite her attacks. Then he charged at her, finally drawing his sword at last.
He swung at her legs, but she easily avoided it and hit him in the arm, making him drop his sword, but then she had no time to recover from this attack because of the next one, where he smashed her into the wall, breaking her nose and knocking her unconscious.
"Well, that's a bloody mess! And a bloody victory for our victor, Thardain Bloodanvil!"
"Aye," the dwarf grunted, holding his arms up in triumph. He took his sword and headed back inside as the staff went and got Noroh. Back inside, the two other dwarfs stared at him, "What the hell was that, lad? Use yer blade next time, will ye?" but Thardain only laughed.
"And now for a treat, ladies and gentlemen, they both serve the king directly, one is guided by destiny, the other by a god. I invite to the stage, the second hero of Valderon 'Alice Frost'!" the announcer roared. "Her opponent was the one who brought magic to our people, the leader of the order of the opened eye, the champion of the sun god, Arch Wizard 'Haker D'Aetes'."
The two walked out into the arena. "You may know some magic, but I'll teach you the difference between the power of the sun god and what you have." Haker said, Alice didn't respond. "I've had enough of your arrogance, woman."
Once they both reached the stage, the announcer said, "Let this legendary battle, begin!"
With that, the two combatants prepared their magic. Alice readied herself with a spell, while Haker prepared his fireballs. With a blast of flame, he blasted the spell out of Alice's hands. Before she could prepare another spell, he fired several more, which caused the walls to ignite. When the flames died, Alice was left standing in the middle of a crater that was scorched black from the heat, her clothes burned off, her hair singed and her skin blistered and red.
Alice looked at herself, "Oh great." she whispered, "That's the second time I've been forced into the nude in front of strangers since I came here." The crowd was silent. She sheathed her sword and lifted her arms, lightning crackled all around her, Haker could feel the sting of electricity several metres away from her. "You know, Haker, I really hate being stripped, and both times it was your magic." She paused in thought for a moment. She suddenly pointed both arms at him, "Take my full power!" Lightning flashed from her hands, and a massive bolt of lightning struck Haker in the gut, sending him to the ground, his burns at least three times as bad as Alice's.
The announcer stared, even he had felt the sting of the electricity in the air, "The - The battle is over, Alice Frost is victorious."
Alice walked back into the dressing room to find a set of armour to replace what Haker had broken., Haker meanwhile, was carried to the infirmary.
"That brings us to the last battle of the second round "I call to the centre stage, the human pair 'Lewul Richwind', a master of assassination and subterfuge, she watched silently as the others attacked each other in the first round, and only took out the last one herself. But her tactics won't work in a duel, can she take on the crossbow wielding 'Vunkin Blackstar', the master archer?"
The two made their way to the arena and placed themselves opposite of each other and the announcer gave the word "Let the battle begin!" Lewul charged at Vunkin with her sword, but Vunkin already had his crossbow loaded and fired a bolt at her face before she was halfway through her attack, but instead of deflecting the attack, Lewul was forced to dodge, leaving Vunkin the time to fire another bolt. She was forced back, but she quickly recovered from her stumble and charged again, only for Vunkin to shoot again. This time, he hit her shoulder, causing her to drop her sword, but she still continued her attack on him. The crossbow took a bit of time to reload, so Lewul was able to close the distance, and kicked Vunkin in the face. He fell backwards, stunned by the blow. Lewul then drew her daggers and drove them into Vunkin's arms. He tried to draw his swords to defend himself, but she stabbed him in the stomach before he could manage anything. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. "Lewul Richwind is victorious! The secound round is over." the announcer said.
"We will give our contestants an hour to rest up, and then we'll be back!" The bracket had changed now the next matches were
Karmir vs Elberos;
Belkyl vs Rizaren;
Erxidor vs Thardain;
And Alice vs Lewul.
The hour of waiting was over, and finally the battles could resume, the tournament's quarterfinals began, with Karmir vs Elberos. The Dwarf and the Elf walked into the ring side by side, but their eyes were focused on only one thing: the other. Both were terrifyingly powerful fighters.
"Here are our first two quarter finalists, 'Karmir Halfbane' and 'Elberos Dawnrest'. Both won their battles with barely a scratch, but can they keep that streak going in the face of the strongest warriors in Valderon?" The announcer called out, drawing cheers from those in attendance.
But for both sides, there was no cheering—only silence as each warrior took his stance at the edge of the ring, ready to strike.
As the bell rang, Karmir charged forward and tried the same strategy, throwing his axe like a boomerang only for Elberos to deflect it, "Child's play." He said with a sneer as he struck back with a magic arrow shot straight for Karmir's neck. But Karmir parried this blow with ease before closing the distance and delivering a punch to Elberos gut, it stunned him for long enough for Karmir to retrieve his axe.
Elberos grunted "Brat." Elberos glowed in a red light as his body contorted and changed into that of a wyvern, he roared at the dwarf who turned to stare at Elberos who had turned into a huge beast. As Karmir drew near Elberos, the beast's tail lunged at him with its venomous stinger. But instead of dodging or blocking, Karmir jumped up onto Elberos' back and landed a few hits before the wyvern spun around and caught hold of him, pinning him down with a leg, Elberos brought the stinger down again and plunged it into the dwarf's gut before he flew back and changed back to his elven form.
Karmir clutched at his wound and coughed blood. "Not bad," he wheezed through clenched teeth, "but you should know, toxins don't work on dwarves." Karmir raised his axe again. Elberos clenched his teeth, in the heat of the moment he had forgotten, so he changed again, this time into a large dire boar, an unusually agressive breed of boar with red glowing eyes and numerous spikes growing out of its head, neck and back.
Karmir looked up at the animal, "A blasted pig, this time?" Elberos charged him and opened wide with his jaws. With a quick dodge, Karmir swung his axe and connected with Elberos' snout; the force knocked the animal back. A small cut formed where Karmir hit Elberos. The boar shook its head and charged again, this time knocking Karmir back, knocking him into the air, as he came down, Elberos changed again into a dire bear, much bigger than any bear Karmir had ever seen. With its claws outstretched, it mauled Karmir into the ground, knocking him unconscious.
With Karmir out of action, Elberos returned to his elf form, shaking off the dust from his clothes. "Now, stay down."
"Elberos Dawnrest is victorious, embodying ever animal under the sun, can anything stop this elf?" After the battle, Karmir was moved away by the staff as the announcer announced the next combatants.
"I call Belkyl and Rizaren to the stage, Belkyl did well against the half orc, he might win in brute strength, but what about against a skilled ranger? Rizaren has shown that he can beat a mage, but now he must show that he can beat a dwarf. Let us see what happens." The announcer continued.
Belkyl stepped onto the arena floor with Rizaren beside him. Each had their weapons drawn. Rizaren seemed to have gained some confidence after his previous victory over the mage, while Belkyl appeared nervous. They approached one another and faced one another across the arena floor, swords held ready. The audience cheered them on. The announcer hit the gong as he said, "Let the battle begin!"
Rizaren leapt forwards and stabbed at Belkyl's chest with his sword. The dwarf lifted his mighty hammer and blocked the blow easily, then belted Rizaren with the weapon. The RAnger stumbled backwards. Then with a swift kick, Belkyl sent the young half-elf flying towards the far wall of the arena.
Instantly, Belkyl turned and rushed at the downed Rizaren, swinging his hammer wildly. Rizaren managed to quickly draw his bow and fire a string of arrows at the dwarf. Three arrows went wide, but the last two pierced the dwarf's left arm and right thigh. In response, Belkyl's hammer slammed down onto Rizaren's back, cracking ribs and sending him tumbling to the ground.
Both fighters rose to their feet and stared one another down. The crowd watched, holding their breath.
Finally, Rizaren smirked slightly, "Well, I'm impressed, even though your hammer didn't break my spine. It's been a pleasure fighting you, Belkyl, but I'll be taking this prize home."
Unexpectedly, Rizaren pulled his dagger and threw it at Belkyl. The dwarf ducked low to avoid being hit by the blade. But suddenly, the dagger was thrust directly into his stomach, and he collapsed to his knees. The dagger had stuck deep in the dwarf's flesh, but Rizaren yanked it out, leaving a gaping hole in his guts. The crowd gasped. "I guess you didn't catch that, I have plenty of daggers." Rizaren laughed. "You're done." Rizaren sheathed his dagger. The dwarf was out of commission.
"The fight is over, Rizaren Ascalhorn advances to the semifinals! That's the first half of the quarter-finals down, but don't go anywhere. We're finishing the tournament today!" The announcer called out as the two sides were dismissed.
But for the two defeated contestants, there would be no rest. They were carried to the infirmary, where they were tended to, each with a bandage wrapped around their wounds. Rizaren needed magical care to make sure he was ready for the next fight, but Belkyl was beaten.
"The second half of the quarter-finals it is 'Erxidor Sagebreath' he has done well so far with both magic and blade, will he be toppled by the dwarf, or will he take them out of the running? His opponent is 'Thardain Bloodanvil' armed with his bastard sword." As the announcer said, the two fighters were brought onto the stage. Their faces were grim. "Let the battle begin!"
Thardain charged forward with his heavy sword, swinging it back and forth, looking for an opening to strike. He wasn't fast, but he knew how to use his weapon. But for every swing Thardain made with his sword, Erxidor parried with his own, never letting the blows connect. Both fighters grew more tired as the fight wore on. Eventually, Thardain's stamina began to fail him, as did his grip on his sword's hilt. He couldn't keep up a constant attack as he used to.
But Erxidor was tired too. He had not rested since the day before, and his body ached. Yet still, he fought. He swung his sword with all his might. At the same time, he cast a spell, and the surrounding air rippled as he conjured a ball of magic. He launched the ball straight toward Thardain. "For Valderon!" He shouted as the ball of magic sped toward the enemy. But dwarves had many resistances, magic was one, the spell did no harm to him and his thick armour blocked the blade.
Thardain leapt up and punched Erxidor square in the face. This caused the elf to stumble backwards. With a grunt, Thardain then kicked him in the shins to bring him down before punching him in the face over and over until Erxidor was knocked unconscious. "That's the battle Thardain is victorious, and the dwarves are still in the game! This brings us to the last battle of the quarter-finals. I invite back into the ring the Second hero of Valderon 'Alice Frost' and her opponent is the deadly 'Lewul Richwind' we got a full on catfight on our hands, boys." this caused a few chuckles from the men in the audience.
Alice and Lewul entered the ring, Lewul kept her gaze on Alice, the hero of Valderon was a powerful foe, nothing like her usual battles. Could she hope to defeat someone who was named a hero?
They took their positions and Alice pulled out her blade, Lewul armed herself with her two daggers. "Let the battle begin!" the announcer said.
"First blood to me," Lewul said with a grin. She lunged at the hero, stabbing with one of her blades as she slashed at Alice with the other. But the heroine of Valderon parried both blows with ease and countered with a quick slash of her own, causing Lewul to fall back. "Not bad. Not good enough. Now, you know what to do." With that, Lewul drew her swords together. "Remember, I am the assassin. You just play the part of the victim. The only thing you need to remember is that you can die here, but I can't. If you want a quick death, it's yours."
With that said, Lewul charged at Alice with the speed of a snake. But Alice dodged the attacks effortlessly, parrying each blow before returning the favor by slashing at the assassin's back. But Lewul had anticipated that. She twisted, throwing Alice unbalanced and catching the edge of her cloak with a dagger as she slipped past, making her way to the arena's centre, then heading to the arena wall.
"I could run circles around you," Lewul said as she approached the wall, "but I'm going to finish this now."
With a sudden leap, Lewul flung herself against the wall and landed on top of it. From there, she leapt, using its height to launch herself into the air, and soared across the arena towards the arena floor.
"Enough with your theatrics." Alice said, and charged a bolt of electricity in her hand, Lewul was in the air, she couldn't possibly dodge. Alice threw the ball of lightning at Lewul, catching her in its blast.
The explosion was strong enough to knock the two down. With a groan, Lewul rolled onto her back; Alice simply stood there, "Are you done playing around?"
Lewul nodded and managed to get to her feet. She glared at the hero. Lewul had suffered injuries during the fight; her arms were bloody and bruised, one of her eyes had been damaged by the explosion, and it had begun swelling shut.
But despite these things, Lewul showed no fear at the sight of the hero. She held up her daggers menacingly and advanced on Alice. Alice simply sighed and lifted her blade, she walked calmly towards the assassin and with a single strike sent her to the ground, before kicking her in the face, "I read the rules of the tournament, surrender."
"Surrender? Why would I surrender?" Lewul sneered.
Alice kicked her in the face again. "Really?"
"How does it feel? Getting repeated headbutts to your feet?"
Alice spat, then raised her blade and drew it through Lewul's leg.
The assassin screamed and grabbed at the wound. "You bitch!"
Alice then repeated the process with her other legs and then her arms. The pain brought a new wave to Lewul's face, Alice then grabbed the assassin's neck and choked her until she ran out of air and fell unconscious. Then, the hero pulled back and released her hold on the assassin's neck.
"That's the match, Alice Frost is victorious, that finishes the quarter-finals, we'll allow the combatants half an hour to receive magical healing." The announcer said as he called for the referee. The staff approached and helped Lewul off the floor. "Then we'll move on to the semi-finals."
The bracket now said, "Elberos vs Rizaren and Alice vs Thardain." One elf, one half-elf, one human and one dwarf, who would win the throne?
The Tournament continued on after the half hour was past and everyone was healed, the first match was between the mighty druid, Elberos and the ranger, Rizaren. Alice and Thardain watched them enter the ring, Elberos seemed like he would win this fight easily with all the magic he had at his disposal.
"Welcome back to the arena, we're into the semi-finals now people!" the announcer said, "You know their names already, the druid, Elberos, and the ranger, Rizaren. Let's not waste any time, let the battle begin!" with that, he hit the gong.
Elberos changed his shape to that of a Dire bear, as far as the world of Valderon knew, the dire bear was a monster bear, it weighed in at over three metric tons and was almost four meters long, in Elberos' case, he was even bigger. He had sharp claws and powerful legs. The beast roared its challenge against Rizaren.
Rizaren didn't seem worried, though. He had taken down dire bears before, none this large, but he should be able to handle it. The two circled each other warily for a moment or so. Then they charged headlong into combat. They crashed into one another with a force which made the ground shake beneath them. With an incredible burst of speed, the giant bear tackled the smaller man, knocking him backwards into the dirt. Instantly, however, Rizaren was up again, dashing forward and plunging his sword through the bear's chest. It felt like cutting stone when the blade slid across the creature's hide. Blood sputtered from the beast's chest and its massive bulk collapsed to the ground. The bear transformed back into the druids form, the elf Elberos.
"That's the match, Rizaren Ascalhorn is victorious! And he moves on to the finals, could it be that our next king will be a half-elf? Is Valderon returning to its roots?" the announcer said "We'll find out today, I call to the stage, the hero of Valderon, Alice Frost and the Sword master, Thardain, Blade against blade in the last of the semifinals."
Alice and Thardain walked onto the arena floor. She looked at Thardain and readied herself, Thardain spun his bastard sword as he locked eyes with her. "Let the battle begin!"
Then they were off, leaping forwards with blades flashing in the sunlight. Thardain took the lead instantly, swinging his blade around to strike at Alice's arm, she blocked the blow and then brought the edge of her sword down upon his shoulder. A wound blossomed there, but Thardain's thick armour protected him well enough.
He lunged forward, his sword extended towards Alice's throat, but she swung her own blade downwards and caught his weapon mid-air. Then she struck upward, striking him just below his chin, causing him to stumble backward. Before he recovered, Alice had reached behind him and grabbed hold of his belt buckle. Instantly, she yanked him closer and plunged her sword into his stomach. She released her grip on his belt and stepped away.
Thardain staggered backwards, clutching his bleeding belly, trying desperately to keep himself upright. He spat up blood before collapsing, the announcer then called out "That's the match! Thardain is eliminated and Alice moves on to the finals!" Alice walked over and started healing Thardain so stabilize him before the staff came to take him away. "Let's waste no more time, and call the other finalist, Rizaren Ascalhorn!"
Alice watched Rizaren as he walked out to face her, "I never dreamed I would stand here facing the Hero of Valderon. My apologies, but I cannot afford to lose now, I'm going all out." he said.
Alice nodded, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Let the final battle begin!!!" the announcer roared, and the two warriors rushed forwards. Rizaren attacked first, swinging his blade about wildly, aiming for every exposed part of Alice's body. He was too fast for Alice to dodge many of them, and a number of blows found their mark. One cut her leg, while another sliced deeply into her side. But still, Alice kept fighting, dodging, blocking, stabbing.
A wild slash by Rizaren slashed across Alice's torso and sent her flying; however, she managed to land on her feet, only for one leg to buckle underneath her. She quickly used a healing spell to close the wound. Rizaren drew his bow and aimed a shot at her. Alice dodged, spinning aside to avoid the arrow.
With her injured leg, she couldn't run away from the bowman as fast as she would've liked. Rizaren raised the bow higher and fired once more. This time, Alice was unable to dodge. The arrow pierced her other leg, and she fell over, Rizaren quickly ran over and placed a foot on her chest, pointing his blade at her throat.
Alice sighed, "I guess victory is yours…" she said, "I surrender."
Rizaren grinned, "Well fought, Alice Frost."
The audience cheered and applauded, and the announcer said, "That is the end of the finals, the heir to the throne of Valderon is Rizaren Ascalhorn." meanwhile, Rizaren reached out a hand, and helped Alice up. "The world is in good hands with you as the hero."
"And I know Valderon will prosper with you as the ruler." Alice smiled.
Lord Valderon then stood from his throne and looked at Rizaren as a few healers came out to give them both some first aid. "Every man and women, whether human, elf, dwarf, gnome, halfling, half-elf or half-orc has fought valiantly." Lord Valderon said. "To Rizaren I will grant 10,000 irons, to Alice I grant 5,000. Elberos and Thardain will each receive 3,000 irons, the quarter finalists will receive 2,000 irons, the remaining contestants will each receive 1,000 irons. You all deserve these rewards, as do all those who lost their lives in this tournament, let us all remember them and celebrate their bravery in the afterlife. To each of you, may your families and loved ones know peace."
Everyone bowed their heads and offered a prayer, even Rizaren did. After that, the victor, Rizaren, was escorted to the castle and given a permament residence in one of the rooms, he later noticed, his room was right next to Alice's room.
She took a moment to admire him. "Wow, I must say, you are one of the most fascinating-looking people I've seen." She politely complimented him with a smile and blush.
She extends her hand towards him. "Could you come with me please, we should get out of this stuffy and sterile room."
The transport ship connected to the docking bay, and dropped off a total of five individuals. All of which were there for diplomacy and coordination for the ongoing conflict.
One was adorned in a Cascadian military formal dress uniform, of which closely resembled that of the WW2 American dress uniform. It was paired with a black tie and a matching-colored cap. The epalluettes he bore was adorned with a silver oak leaf, which in the Cascadian Army, was the symbol of a Lieutenant Colonel. He appeared to be in his mid-20's, and stood at the height of 6'3. His hair was blonde, and his eyes blue; overall, fairly young for a person of his rank. The name-tape on the left-side of his uniform read "Chambers."
Another man stepped out of the ship. He wore a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath, along with a black tie. He had a pale complexion, and stood at the height of 5'11. Black hair, and brown eyes. He appeared to be in his late 30's or his early 40's. He wore a calm demeanor, and maintained an attentive expression on his face. He was the Director of Intelligence for Cascadia, Patrick Mitchell.
The third person to step out was a woman. She wore the same general kind of clothing as Director Mitchell. She wore her brown hair short, and had blue eyes. She stood at a height of around 5'7. She was the diplomat assigned to this mission, by the name of Savannah Monroe.
The next two were security detail, dressed in the same attire as the two government personnel, granted unlike the both of them, their suit-jackets were fully buttoned up, concealing the tactical vests and rigs behind them. One was a man, standing at 5'9, with brown hair and hazel eyes, and a woman, standing at 5'8, with black hair and hazel eyes. They were both fairly well-built.
Together they emerged out from the transport ship, and awaited further directions.
(RP over d: )
(Inconclusive results, I may or may not explain what would've happened...)
At the edge of the universe, a planet drifted silently towards the howling, on its surface stood the single most ancient lifeform in this universe, predating it by an immeasurable amount of time. The planet was a world with no name, for the species that had reigned over it were long since gone from this universe, the only living creature there was a clone of Egregius Ultimus, E-U-2844.
His head ran billions of calculations a second, he had measured the curvature of the universe, the size, the age, and the distance between each galaxy. He knew the age of every planet and star he could see, the composition of all known elements. He knew the number of atoms in the surrounding air at any given moment, as well as their weight and chemical signature.
In his hand, he held a small device with a red button on it, with a single label that said 'Press this sucker'. He smirked and placed his thumb on it, with one swift motion he pressed down the button and the entire planet stopped dead in its tracks, less than a second away from falling into the howling.
He twisted the button and the planet began to turn until he was facing the centre of the universe, and it moved, it moved opposite of its original location, heading to the universe's centre. The planet was travelling at 3 times the speed of light, he dropped the device on the ground and crushed it underfoot.
He then went into his vast underground complex, the interior of the planet down to the core had been replaced by machinery, all kinds of devices, wiring, and computers. There were several dozen large tanks filled with water, each contained hundreds of different creatures, some were human shaped, others were just a few inches tall. Each tank was connected to dozens more, which in turn were connected to hundreds more. All told, he had thousands upon thousands of tanks, holding millions upon millions of beings, all controlled by him through a network of computers spread across the planet.
He sat down in a chair and crossed his legs, as dozens of screens took shape in front of him. On them appeared images of the stars and planets he watched pass by, another screen showing the current speed of 3 C, slowly increasing by the decimals, all according to plan.
A new image appeared before him, it showed the reports of a black hole in front of him, with a flick of his wrist, it dispersed into a million particles. He folded his hands and waited for his planet to reach its destination.
The scientists of Kaniros were hard at work at Rimessor, the planet where the Maw had been located for a few decades by now. Visai was looking at a set of readings, several contraptions and magical devices were keeping it stable.
He scratched his chin, “Hmm, I see now. The rift is a wound in the time-space continuum.” he said as he read off his Computer Implant System's screen.
Sybil Luxford was standing next to him, the Grand Admiral in charge of Military Defense, “A wound, so it's healing?” she asked, concerned about the future of Kaniros and the interdimensional nations.
Visai nodded “Yes, as we see it, the rift is a passageway through the void, by using it we can transfer between our universe to the next, even outside the Ithskjall. The gate operates by directing outgoing traffic to the correct pathway inside the rift.”
Sybil listened to his explanation intently, she knew this much, but Visai wasn't one to waste his words.
“Some of these pathways are being closed, completely, some have already closed, and there isn't much we can do about it.” he said and lowered his arm, his implant's screen disappearing, he turned his eyes to look at Sybil.
She crossed her arms and said, “Meaning?” although she already knew the answer.
Visai took a deep breath, exhaling, and said, “Meaning we cannot enter, and neither can they leave, unless they find a way to reopen the gates in their universes. I don't know what other effects closing the rift may have.” he turned his gaze back to the maw, high in the sky above him, “There is a lot of energy in the rift, far more than a mere quasar.” he said. “Closing it might unleash a powerful explosion powerful enough to wipe out an entire star system, perhaps an interstellar neighbourhood, maybe, an entire galaxy.” he said, “I've been unable to measure the full power of the rift, and I doubt anyone else ever did.”
Sybil was worried that much was clear, she had a very grave expression on her face. “What of FT-13?” she asked, concerned about the people on the other side of the rift.
“Most of them were called back to Kaniros rather than having to face extinction, but that universe was closed, it seems FT-01 is still open, and several others. We haven't lost anything valuable in this.” Visai said.
Sybil nodded, she wasn't too happy about the news, but the good of Kaniros came first, after all, and FT-13 wasn't their concern.
The Grand Admiral sighed, and asked, “Have you told the other Grand Admirals yet?”
Visai shook his head, “I didn't tell you because you are a Grand Admiral, Sybil. I told you because you will be the next High Councillor after Snowdon's assassination.”
Sybil's eyes widened, she was aware of Snowdon's assassination, but the idea of becoming the High Councillor had been a new one. “You want me? In charge of Kaniros' Military Command?” She asked, astonished at what Visai had said, “Virra is almost a thousand years old, compared to her, I'm a little girl.”
Visai looked at her, smiling, he knew she was fit for the job, “Grand Admiral Virra is a warrior to the bone, her experience, and wisdom is invaluable, but the time of a warrior has long passed, Kaniros needs someone who can use words and diplomacy to solve a situation, a person with a vision for the future, and you are just the person for that.”
Sybil blushed slightly at the complement, “Do… Has the rest of the high council agreed to that?” she asked, looking up at Visai.
“Not yet, but I'm sure they'll see it my way.” he turned and headed back to the spaceship, leaving Sybil on Rimessor, she had her fleets on standby, as Visai left she smiled, she was finally reaching the highest point a military person could reach.
As Visai sat down in his ship, he crossed his legs and folded his hands. He smirked as he thought The High Council always thinks that they are controlling Kaniros, but alas, I've been controlling them from the start. he scratched his chin. Maybe I should think about my successor, Altiris Essor could be a good choice.
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