A cold breeze. A hard surface. You slowly open your eyes.

Lying uncomfortably upon a cold, uneven floor made of dark stone, you slowly wake. You question how you were even able to sleep in such conditions in the first place. Then it becomes quite apparent that this was not where you were in the first place. You’re not even sure if you went to bed before arriving at this new location. Wide awake now, you quickly take to your feet looking around to gage just where you are.

The room you find yourself in is large ranging almost endlessly to any of the walls that surround you. You look up to see that the room reaches several meters into the air, meeting at the vaulted ceiling. Along each wall are columns that jut halfway out of them, separating it into segments. Carved into each frame are various battles of unknown faction or origin. The room is surprisingly well lit despite lacking any obvious light source. You spin suddenly when a cough echoes throughout the massive chamber.

You become aware that you are not alone. Lying on the floor around you are various other people, dressed in both familiar and drastically foreign attire. They begin to stir, waking up equally confused as you are. Many of them begin to murmur, question and group up trying to make sense of the situation. You join them but before any conversation could take place, the room is filling with another sound that seemingly originated from the ceiling. You collectively look upward to search for the source of the sound only to revolt against the sight.

Upon the ceiling sat what appeared to be a large spider, surrounded by webs that reached across to various corners of the room. The spider took so much space that you’re surprised that you didn’t notice it the first time you looked around the room. Yet despite the spider’s size, it was still dwarfed by the size of the room. The spider quickly descended the ceiling along a web reaching the ground, facing the few who had awoken. This was not any spider; it was some spider, human, monster abomination. The spider was black, covered in short silver hairs, and had a large abdomen. Each leg was slender, long, and also covered in hairs. At the head were several black void eyes, and two large fangs. From between these eyes sprouted a human figure, gray skin, and arms twice as long as any man would have. Each hand was equipped with long fingers, with nails resembling claws. From what you could see, the figure had the shape of a woman. The figure had extremely long black hair, covering the head, and most of the body. With a shrill, the figure screeched sending chills up your spine.

You stand there motionless, not sure of what action to take. You notice that the others in the room began to take up arms. Here a monster was presented to you and it looked as to be ready for a fight. Questions about why or how you arrived at this place began to be put aside as the threat loomed before you. Noticing you armaments besides you, you join the others in preparing for what is to come. Hopefully your questions about this place will be answered once the inevitable battle is over.

1) Character deaths are possible, but will be left to the players for the most part.
2) All deaths are permanent.
3) You’re more than welcome to make more than one character if you feel you can maintain them.
4) Characters can be from any time period or history you want, be it fantasy or sci-fi in nature.
5) If a character is created after the Gauntlet has started, that character will be treated as if they were present from the beginning (having survived each battle).
6) No character is capable of escaping the chamber by any means.
7) No magic or technology that allows mind control, mind reading, or possession.
8) No magic or technology that makes the character permanently invincible, invulnerable, or immortal. Temporary effects may be applied upon review.
9) The following powers are allowed for story reasons, but said powers will always fail when attempted use in this world: teleportation out of the room, portals out of the room, summoning. Powers limited to use within the room may be applied upon review.
10) No weapons, armor, or medical aid will be provided from the chamber. All wounds will carry over from battle to battle. There will be resting periods.
11) One of the goals is to survive together, so while not enforced, teamwork should be sought.

a. No Godmodding, bunnying, other synonyms.

Name: De'Kae N'nm. Her friends call her Kay.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kay is wearing a traditional ritual garb of her people, the Druid Elves. All vibrant green and revealing skin, a majority of it is crafted from the Sun-Weave. A green, plant-like crop top shows off the enchanted tattoos around her navel and on the small of her back. A mini-skirt is cut in the front, and she wears two thigh-high, toeless, segmented greaves. She also has two gauntlets on. Her long black hair has been let down and tied into several dreads, and she has a bifurcated cape clasped around her neck. She also has an enchanted green tattoo on her forehead. There are markings like this on several parts of her body, including her arms, on her cheeks, and at the back of her neck.

If it wasn't for her ostentatious outfit, the first thing one would notice about Kay is her massive ears, covered in green markings. They stick out proudly from the stands of her black hair. They quiver, move, and perk up, the ears having their own muscles that can be manipulated by the Druid Elf. Overall, her look is far more eyecatching than Kay would usually prefer. Normally a simple cloth tunic and pants tucked into boots would suffice, but the day she was taken was a special day and Kay wanted to show off the pride she had in her ancestry and culture. Shorter than most of her Druid Elf brethren, Kay stands at 5 feet and 8 inches tall.


Personality: Kay is an idealistic and a rebel. Fiery kindness burns within her, the kind that pursues evil with a vengeance, and grants those who seek it mercy and forgiveness. Protecting the people and places she cares about are top priority. She is sharp as a whip and tries to think her way out of most situations. Kay chooses to believe in the best of people, though whether this is born out of naivety or stubborness is hard to tell. Either way, The Druid tries to leave every place better than she found it.

The Druid believes in forging friendships with those around her. To her, the most important thing in life is one's connections with others.

Armaments: Sun-Weave: The armor Kay wears is surprisingly durable and light weight. They channel energy throughout her body. Even her bare skin projects a field of defensive energy equivalent to that of light armor. The Sun-Weave also helps to channel her powers more precisely.

Tattoos: The tattoos on Kay's body light up whenever she activates a spell. They help her draw power from the nature around her. However, in order to do this they must be exposed to sunlight, or near another lifeform of any kind.

Life-Weld: Kay is a wielder of a magical force call the Life-Weld. She draws it from within herself and from other living beings. The Life-Weldi s a skill she has built up over the course of her life and allows her many magical abilities.

Heal: Upon placing her hands directly on the wound of an organism, Kay can restore the damage. She can do it slowly, or immediately, though the drain of healing people increases exponentially the faster she wants to heal. Due to the nature of the Life-Weld, she cannot directly heal herself.

Structure: A common offensive and defensive form of the Life-Weld is structure. Out of thin air Kay can generate a kind of hard light. It is the same kind that automatically protects her body and is channeled by the Sun-Weave. She can use it to create a ten foot by ten foot wall, or a dome. She can use it to create a blade, spear, or shield. She can use it to create hand holds or platforms aswell.

Blast: The same kind of hard light energy used to create Structure can also be concetrated into a blast. Whether it be a grenade like exploding ball that can bounce, or a beam of focused energy like an assault rifle, Kay can generate these attacks and use them at great ranges as long as her accuracy is good.

Drain: Nature is just as much about death as it is life. While Kay is not as practiced in the field of Drain, it is something she is somewhat well versed with. Just as she can heal people with with a touch of her hands, she can also hurt them. It is one of her more powerful attacks, though she has to get close enough to touch the same spot on their bare skin for a significant amount of time. Draining someone uses up her energy, and the faster she wants to hurt her enemy the more energy it costs her.

Keen Hearing: Her Druid Elf ears allow Kay incredibly advanced hearing.

Biography: The Druid Elves of her homeworld are a persecuted race. Their rituals are believed by the Empire to be savage and barbaric. They are believed to be inherently inferior to the other races, tricksy, manipulative, and animalistic. As such the Druid Elves mostly keep to themselves in the temperate forests, but even those forest shrink with time. Most of the Druid Elves are afraid to do anything, and those that do fight spend their lives fighting their guerilla war against the Empire. Kay was born into this climate. She was one of the Druid Elves who wanted to fight, but the Senators of her village have taken a peaceful stance. Kay ran away from home and joined a band of guerillas when she was 16. She had spent most of her life learning how to use the Life-Weld at this point, and these years of guerilla warfare taught her to be even more skilled. She spent most of her time as a combat medic. The guerilla campaign failed, and Kay had a crisis of faith and identity. Unsure of what to do she fled west, far away from the Empire as she could possibly get. There she found a fishing town called Woodwater. It was a surprisingly large town, but being on the frontier it was dangerous to travel too. The village elders there took her in. They protected her for a while, and they taught each other many things. The townspeople got used to her and eventually a kinship was formed. Woodwater was a frontier village, and many wild beasts and monsters stalk the Western boundaries. She took it upon herself to repay their kindness by protecting Woodwater from the ravages of truly wild nature. She also acted as a village healer for the men and women wounded during hunts or monster attacks. It was here, on the frontier, that Kay managed to find some peace. Though one day she must return East and try to save her people...somehow.

The village elders gave Kay a gift. A large box of leaves from the Sun-Weaver Plant. Grateful, Kay took them and crafted a traditional Druid Elf garment, and was in the middle of preparations for a Druid Elf holiday festival when her memories of Woodwater cease and her memories of the Gauntlet begin.

Name: Leon Windsor

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Leon is a talented enchanter and knows it. He has a tendency to overestimate his skill but will also admit when he messed up as a result. He can be unmotivated when it comes to physical labor as he considers it below him and will try to get away with not giving it his all, though his pride will prevent him from intentionally half assing anything.

He automatically assumes anyone incapable of using magic is less intelligent than him until proven wrong.

Armaments:

• Enchanting: Leon is an enchanter and as such uses enchanted items. In order for an enchantment to work the appearance or material of the item has to have some relation to what he wants it to do.
• Ring of Burning Light: This ring consisting of a small red sunstone engraved with a flame and set in a silver band allows Leon to fire heated beams of light.
• Spirit Wolf Necklace: Given to Leon by his teacher. This pendant shaped like a wolves head has the ability to call forth a spirit wolf loyal to whoever summoned it. The wolf can't be killed but enough damage will dispel it. The more damage taken and/or the longer the wolf is out the longer it takes to recover. Leon can't use any of his other items while the wolf is out due to it using most of his magic.
• Water shell: This conch shell has the ability to hold large quantities of both fresh and seawater and can release it at either a trickle or in massive force. The quality of the water doesn't change while in the shell but since it doesn't create the water it has to be refilled if empty.
• Absent Blade: A simple dagger hilt seemingly missing it's blade. In reality it doesn't need one since it allows Leon to use the air in front of it to cut, or stab his enemies. The range and damage is the same as for a regular dagger but Leon can activate or deactivate it at will and he is the only one who can use it.
• Centipede: Normally looks like a centipede shaped ring but when active covers Leon's arm in the length of a giant centipede that is able to stretch to hit opponents.
• Ring Armor: Leon's attempt at creating his own version of the Spirit Wolf Necklace. While this living suit of armor made of interlocked rings has the same indestructibility as the spirit wolf it's both weaker and has a longer recharge time. Connected to a ring shaped like a knight's helmet. Unlike the wolf this doesn't drain his magic to the point where he can't use other items at the same time but he will have to use them sparingly.

Biography: The ability to use magic is quite common in Leon's world, though most people aren't very powerful. This actually includes Leon as his magic reserves are below average for an enchanter and it looked like he would be mediocre at best.Still he was determined to follow in his uncle's footsteps. Luckily for him though his uncle realized that he actually had quite a bit of talent and taught him anyway. The lessons mostly focused on how to create unique effect for his items to make up for their lack of overal power.

Other: Most of Leon's items can be used by anybody capable of supplying them with magic but the Absent Blade is keyed to him.

Saria Silverlocke

The Red Blade: An heirloom passed down through countless generations of Saria’s family, and the weapon central to Saria’s fighting capability. Its true origin is unknown. However, tales told to her throughout childhood claim that it was forged by the Jogun, a race of perfect warriors, with the ore of Baskarite, a metal originating from the deepest depths of the earth. The Red Blade was their legacy.

However it came to be, and whoever made it, the Red Blade seems to be nearly indestructible, withstanding the most scorching temperatures from a smith’s forge as well as seemingly repelling the strikes of a blacksmith’s hammer without the slightest scratch. Attempts to dull it have been fruitless. Strangely enough, attempts to sharpen it also have no effect. Wielded properly, the Red Blade can cut through most types of armor, excluding metal.

Silverlocke Armor: Saria wears head-to-toe armor composed of ordinary steel plate, blackened and custom fitted to the shapes and contours of her own body. More steel plates hang from her armor, covering the hip and shoulder joints. The armor is mostly made for intimidation and ceremonial purposes rather than practical purposes, but still functions as effective protection.

Reactionary Quickening: Saria’s sword fighting capability stems from countless hours of brutal, grueling training designed to create a warrior worthy of using the Red Blade. This included “exercises” such as dodging and deflecting lethal projectiles from all different directions, blindfolded. She learned to not just use her sight in battle, but sounds and instincts. Combined, Saria possessed the reaction speed and precision of a true warrior.

Enhanced Strength: Saria not only needed to keep up with the rest of her siblings in terms of speed, but also in strength. Even though she was a girl, she was required to fight her brothers as well as her sister in order to become worthy of the blade. She seldom won against her brothers in hand-to-hand combat, since they possessed much more brute strength than she did, but to the average person, she is a bear in a woman’s skin, capable of extraordinary feats with the use of her strength alone, such as throwing people twice her weight over her shoulder, or caving in bones with her bare handed strikes.

Blood Blade: Saria is connected to the Red Blade in more ways than one. Sure, it is an heirloom bestowed upon her with the highest honor of the Silverlocke family, but per tradition, Saria was cut with the blade, imbuing her blood with the sword for the first time. From then on, she had become the only one in the world who could tap into the blade’s true power: Blood. Through the imbuement of her own blood, a crimson coat covers her sword, effectively sharpening it even further by using her own life force as a blade. Of course, this has a negative effect. The use of her own blood as a blade slowly drains her strength, and could kill her if left unchecked.

Pain Resistance: Saria is no stranger to pain, and can overcome and ignore wounds most people consider “grievous” or “crippling”. However, this does not make her immortal. She is still human, after all. She tends to get herself hurt more than she needs to.

Frenzy: It is said that the Red Blade contains demonic origin. From the depths of the earth its ore was mined, and from the depths of the earth it was forged. Therefore, a bit of demonic influence was inevitable. When Saria’s pain is more than she can handle, when she is at her absolute limit, her sword fuses to her hands, and forcibly draws blood from her body in order to create a blood blade (Blood Blade ability automatically activated). In this state, Saria is on her last legs, and will fight purely to survive, like a feral animal.

An aura of fire surrounds her, presumably an effect of the Red Blade binding to her soul. Her strength and speed is immensely increased, such that she could cut boulders with the strength of a sword strike.

This state is what earned her the nickname, Blood Devil. When she slaughtered her family, the only thing onlookers saw was her, clad in black, bloody armor, emerging from her family’s home that was then in flames.

Name: Natalia Evergreen
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Standing at 5'9, Natalia has an unmuscled, thin build. Her medium length black hair is perpetually tied up into a bun. In the Gauntlet, she's wearing a black tanktop, jeans, and white socks. No shoes. The first thing people would notice about her, though, is the light blue circle implanted directly into her chest. There is a similar, but smaller implement on her backside as well. Her left leg is missing from the knee down and there is no prosthetic. Natalia is paralyzed from the waist down, and cannot walk without her Powered Armor. She has a pencil tucked into her bun and a notepad in her backpocket. Natalia has wide blue eyes, a long, thin nose and lips with a sharp chin and jaw.



Personality: Natalia is a born sociopath and a born genius. She finds it impossible to relate with other people on an emotional level. When she was younger, she would often pretend, playing up her emotions and acting normal. Recently however she has given up that and simply behaves cold and indifferent. Saying harmful things comes easy, but if she wanted too she could flip on her happy switch and act like a humble, jokingly arrogant scientist.

Natalia does not enjoy inflicting suffering on other living beings. Infact, she has a bizarre, self-imposed moral compass. Without emotion guiding her way, she decided to develop her own morality using logic instead. Though her internal logic is most likely vastly different to other people who decide to help others, on the outside she does many things a hero would do. Helping the weak and keeping promises. She is a worldy person, and acts in the way that would benefit the greatest good as she sees it. Altruism is beneficial in ways less obvious than selfishness, she concluded.

Armaments:

Powered Armor: Her most advanced suit of armor. A nine feet tall behemoth of a tank. It is heavily armored and capable of resisting small arms fire. Armor piercing rounds dent it and explosives leave a mark. It is incredibly strong and capable of lifting up to two tons of weight.

Tool Box: Underneath the forearms of her machine are two toolboxes. They morph and shift into various weaponry. The most common forms are two Jackhammer like implements to increase punching power, and two heavy machineguns. They can also turn into a flamethrower, or arcs of electricity.

ABI: Aritificial Base Intelligence, or ABI, is Natalia's personal AI assistant. A copy of ABI exists in her suit and can help her manage battle situations easier. It can also talk, and is Natalia's only friend.

Micro-Rockets: The shoulders of the Powered Armor can open up and fire a volley of rockets.

Nanotechnology: Nano technology can maintain the Powered Armor. With enough time, Natalia can take nearby sources of metal and change their shape into extra plates of armor, ammo, batteries, or other tools. Both Toolboxes need to be detatched and reassembled into an advanced 3D Printer in order for this to take place.


Biography: The Evergreen's are a prolific tech giant back on her homeworld of Earth. They develop and sell weapons all across the world. Her father was the CEO of Evergreen incorporated. Neither of her parents were quite equipped to raise a child who had no access to her or each other's emotions. Natalia was hidden away from the public eye as much as possible. Wanting to fit in, Natalia faked her emotions for a long time and everything seemed okay.

Whether Natalia was just spiteful, indifferent, or just extremely business oriented, it was her own company that went on to put Evergreen out of business. PAT Industries would go on to develop Natalia's now legendary Powered Armor suits that make up elite forces in the United States military. Artificial intelligence she had developed could have autonomously operated troopers and drones fight the battles for our soldiers- though the government couldn't get that particular tech through congress. Natalia keeps the best AI and Powered Armor suits for herself.

This is where it would be best fitting to explain something about Earth. Aliens exist, and populate most of the galaxy. Earth would have been discovered long ago were it not for a special property of the Sun. A magic aura casts a cloak of invisibility around the entire solar system. Earth, the Sun, all of the planets, are completely invisible. The cloak goes both ways- the night time of Earth is completely pitch black save for the other planets in the Solar System and the occasional meteorite. Natalia has always wanted to pierce this veil, a veil she was convinced existed despite nobody in the scientific community believing her. Even if there was such a veil, how would we go about piercing it? Thus, Natalia began to develop a way to pierce the veil. It was a long process. Natalia secluded herself away from the world even more so than she already had. She had pushed away what little family she had long ago by taking up Evergreen's market shares with her advanced and superior designs. Nano bots were her newest invention, for example. Her quest to pierce the veil led her to developing a source of limitless energy to power her reactors and suit. That was when the attack happened. Using her own technology against her, a mysterious enemy took an attempt on Natalia's life. A drone that she had helped design was stolen and used in the attack. Surpassing her home's defences, the drone detonated behind Natalia as she peered through her telescope. Her left leg was blown off. Shrapnel pierced her soldier blades passed through her chest, rupturing her heart. Her spinal cord was shattered at the waist. Natalia died almost instantly.

Her AI assistants managed to recusitate her using medical nano technology. However, even her advanced medical tech could not fully repair the damage done to her body. An artificial heart needed to be constructed. Natalia turned it into a power source and is the glowing metal tube that currently runs through her chest and back. Her remaining leg was unusable. This gave Natalia somewhat of an epiphany. Though Natalia survived her attack, the enemy who assassinated her got what they wanted as she no longer began selling weapons of any kind to the government, or anyone else for that matter. Instead she focused her funds entirely on her limitless energy, and her attempts on piercing the veil.

Finally, she did it. For the briefest of moment she saw the stars. That was when her memories of her home lab stopped, and her memories of the gauntlet began.

Name: Ariamis Gundaz

Age: 128

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ariamis is a short and stout man of around 3'8" in height with bronzed skin littered in scars and dark blonde hair. He wears hardened leather pants and a thick somewhat ornate tunic with a gap in most of the back accompanied by sturdy boots. Connected to his back is a relatively large metal contraption with multiple possible openings seeming to be fused into his back and spine though he shows no discomfort from it. He also appears to have a mechanical eye and arms though that is all that is visible.

Personality: The dwarf is quite a serious and often stoic person to most as he rarely trusts them at first due to the nature of his being as well as the stigma it carries among common folks. He can be very resourceful and inventive, not to mention pragmatic, which first piqued his interest in making adjustments to himself for the better, in fact he has felt more himself ever since the new additions. Underneath it all he is a very curious man wanting to expand his knowledge of things and find ever more interesting and useful things in the world around him.

Armaments:

Mechanical Arms- Ariamis has replaced his own arms with rune covered metal ones that function in much the same way but are far more durable and much more painful than the original. He also has two extra pairs of extendable clawed arms from the contraption on his back allowing him to defend himself from multiple directions, channel some of his other modifications or simply to multitask.

Mechanical Eye- His eye allows him to see in low light conditions, zoom in on something and can temporarily project light if need be for less fortunate companions.

Sonic projector/Flamethrower/Acid nozzle/Coolant vent- In the center of the claws is an adjustable module that can be changed and loaded to suit a variety of offensive purposes whether the target needs to be stunned, burned, melted, or even frozen if it or they are small enough. It can also effect allies or the environment if either Ariamis or companions are not careful.

Back loaded drill- On top of the contraption is an opening which allows a drill to poke over the dwarf's shoulder to either work on machinery or make his enemies hurt very badly if they are in close range.

Charged claws- The extendable arms can be made to discharge electricity draining from the contraption's power core which needs time to recharge.

Drones and Constructs- The way of the mechanist is one that often requires using any resource at hand and Ariamis is not opposed to using the remains of his enemies to create servitors of sorts if he has the supplies on hand. He can makes devices to animate the body as a servant or create a drone of sorts out of a skull to help him in his endeavors.

Biography: Ariamis was the young son of a lowly craftsman, by Dwarven standards, who was exiled from his home in the hold of Dugoin while he was very young so unlike many of his kind he grew up among the humans and other races of the land. He often felt as if he was out of place being smaller than most and of a different mind to many of the people he talked with whether it was helping out around the forge or just wandering the different towns they visited on the way through to the next. His father never wanted to stay in one place and he was very much stuck in his ways even if they were what caused him so many problems no matter where they settled. The young Dwarf decided he was done with putting up with his waste of a parent, whom he had started to surpass in skill, and went off to figure out just who he wanted to be by himself.

During this time he did what he had to when it came to putting food in his belly and a roof over his head mostly doing whatever work he could find but occasionally stealing to make ends meet. Eventually he was approached by a robed man who offered him a place to stay and a different path to follow rather than just be a vagabond he could be a Mechanist. It was tempting to him because all knew of the group of inventors who crafted wondrous constructs and could replace limbs of flesh with steel though he was a cautious man wanting to know what was to be expected of him. They wanted to see his skill and his passion first so he was brought to the man's enclave out in a remote cave system where they could work and talk in peace. It was a place of unity where all worked for a better future and to improve on oneself quite literally, if you could not do something simply make an apparatus to allow it. There had been no way for him to attain a better life so now he would make a way and so he did growing in renown and rank over the course of decades.

He exceeded beyond his new master's expectations becoming one of his most diligent students and one who had taken the most to replacing parts of his body with machinery as it made him feel whole. He had recently been set out to find artifact that had come into notice of the enclave in an old tomb which was uncovered. It looked to be extremely valuable for research purposes and no doubt it would be better off in the hands of the Mechanist order than some other less savory organization. So down he went through monsters and undead residents until he came upon the final chamber that rested an iridescent orb which he went to retrieve when everything went dark.

Now there is no tomb or artifact, only the Gauntlet.