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^{The Demon Slaying Corps have accomplished their mission, Kibutsuji Muzan has been destroyed and the demons that remain throughout Japan are beginning to run thin. The age of Demons fearing Humans is over, and now the only thing left to do is to purge Japan of those that remain.
Or so you would think.
It is the dawn of the Shōwa period and with imperialism on the upswing the emperor has caught wind of the secret organization and wishes to assimilate them into the Imperial Japanese Army. The Ubuyashiki Family wishes to retain the tradition of being independent of military control. Not only this, but a schism itself has formed within the Demon Slaying Corps itself. While there are many who with lasting grudges against demons for slaughtering their families and loves ones, there are some who believe that there may be a possibility that some of the remaining demons may not need to be slain. This divide within the corps has caused a schism between those who wish to fully eradicate the demons from this world, and those who wish to allow non-malevolent demons to live out the rest of their long-long life.}

The Dawn of a New Era

Prologue

<sup>”Execute it! I don’t care if he was licking boots on the curbside, he’s a damned demon! Let his blood soak the earth, and his ashes to wind.” The Pillar of Storms spat in disgust as loomed above a young kneeling figures, face planted to the floor mats below.

“But sir, he was serving the family of his own accord. We still don’t know how he isn’t starved, but if what they say is true, he hasn’t killed a single person.” The brown-haired pupil sat next to the kneeling figure, looking up to his towering superior with concern.

“Get out of my sight. And take this thing with you, if I have to the look at it any longer I might end up beheading it on accident.” The eldest Pillar grunted in response, making carefully sure not to meet eyes with his student nor the demon at his feet.

“Y-yes sir!” The boy bowed to the Pillar and glanced towards the demon with sunken eyes, momentary sorrow, he had tried his best to spare its life. Things were out of his hands now, and as the student turned he would tug at the rope that held this demon’s bindings. As the pull woke the demon from his disassociation, he too stood, though his body remained low as if cowering in the large elderly man’s presence. That silver-gold saya had many stories about it, stories that made demons cower in fear, and he remembered them well. The demon boy’s eyes stuck to the ground and he quickly was led out of the temple by the Storm Pillar’s student.

The two slowly made their way further and further from that terrible place, the student visibly seeming to feel more at ease as distance was drawn. “I’m sorry that you had to deal with that.” The demon quietly muttered, sights still aimed straight down as he was led by brown-hair.

“Don’t mind him, he’s always that way. I’m more concerned with you. If we can’t get any of the Pillars to to advocate for you, the execution will probably be tomorrow.” the student seemed a bit frantic with his words, he had been one of the few who had seen with his own eyes that demons were not all evil.

“At least it will be quick. I’ve heard that some have been hunted down and killed for sport. I’d rather have a nice clean execution, perhaps it’ll even be peaceful.” he smirked, sharpened teeth peeking from his lips for a brief moment.

But they had almost reached the location of the next pillar they would seek favor from. But as they reached the monolith of a wooden structure with enormous koi ponds at its entrance, the two would soon realize they had been surrounded by cowled figures with katana drawn at the ready. This was it, a nameless student of the Storm Pillar and a demon who tries to live in peace with humans, slain at the doorstep of the Pillar or Rivers</sup>

Available Roles

• Fire/Branch Pillar
• Wind/Branch Pillar
• Earth/Branch Pillar

• Fire/Branch Student
• Wind/Branch Student
• Earth/Branch Student
• Water/Branch Student
• Thunder/Branch Student

Character Sheet

^{Big name, use your/color font of voice}

A g e : How older is your demon slaying potato?
G e n d e r : How does your demon slaying potato identify?
B r i e f B i o : Tell us a brief summarized story of your potato's history.
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_{B r e a t h i n g S t y l e}

^{S t y l e D e s c r i p t i o n} : Explain the teachings & mechanics of the breathing style you use. If it is a branch or derivative breathing style, list what style it roots from and how that style is incorporated into it.
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_{N i c h i r i n B l a d e}

^{B l a d e D e s c r i p t i o n} : Explain the color, what the color represents, and any other identifiable or noteworthy factors of the sword in which your potato will slay the demons with.
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^{O t h e r U n i q u e T r a i t s} : List other things that might be important about your potato. Plot relevant stuff not listed in your bio, heightened shounen-protag senses, the power of friendship, anything that you haven't listed above that needs to be put on paper-- put her down.

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The Demon Slaying Corps : 鬼き殺さつ隊たい

^{The name of an organization that has existed since ancient times, dedicated to protecting humanity from Demons. There are hundreds of Demon Slayers within the organization and have as of yet been recognized by the government of Japan, but steps are being taken to change this. Demon Slayers are primarily hand-selected by a master who is currently enlisted, or was prior enlisted in the Corps, however there are instances of those who hail from families that served the organization over several generations being brought upon Final Selection nonetheless. Upon the completion of Final Selection, a student is brought to the summit of Fujikasane where they choose the ore used to create their Nichirin Sword and are gifted a Kasugai Crow. Their prime directive was previously to seek out and destroy Kibutsuji Muzan, but after his downfall at the hands of one of the Pillars the goal of the organization seems to be vague at this point.}
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The Imperial Japanese Army : 大日本帝國陸軍

^{With the growing movement of Ultra-Nationalism in Japan the people would transition away from the artistic free-thinking of past eras instead local leaders, such as mayors, teachers, and Shinto priests were recruited by the various movements to indoctrinate the populace under these ideals. They had little time for the pragmatic ideas of the business elite and party politicians. Their loyalty was practically to the Emperor and the military. With this harsh and hardened political state the militarism of the country would have it's own renaissance as soon-near wars would witness the newfound strength of a unified Japan. The spread of military presence can be felt throughout all of Japan, and would-be prospects for the Demon Slaying Corps have even been poached from their masters for the war machine themselves.}
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Shingetsu : 新月

^{To counteract the continued state of animosity towards demons within Japan, an organization known as Shingetsu has emerged out of the darkness to protect demons deemed innocent from harm. The members of this group are both human and demon and range from the power of a Mizunoto all the way up to that of a Pillar. While Shingetsu's existence is known both to the Demon Slaying Corps and the upper echelons of the Japanese Imperial Army, the members of this organization have kept their identities safely hidden. It is believed even by the current Ubuyashiki that leads the Demon Slaying Corps that one, if not multiple pillars may be a part of this group without his knowledge. Because of this knowledge being readily known within the Corps there is a constant air of distrust between comrades all the way up the ranks even to the Pillars themselves, unknowing of who was a traitor, and who would live up to the symbol painted upon their back. “Destroy.”}

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Fort Hood, Texas
—- // JANUARY 23

@Zoey White
Before Akasha could even turn back to give two a witty response on their way back to the car, a bestial roar would be heard from the very house they just left. It was inhumanly loud, echoing quite the distance from their location and causing the hairs on the pink-haired figure’s neck to stand on end and freezing her still.

“Well I guess it’s safe to say that this missions was accomplished. We should leave before those things break out of that house.”

Two’s handler was quicker on his feet as his rear made its way into the driver seat as he called out “We have no time for chitchat, we need to get the hell outta here.” turning the key in the ignition and turning the wheel premediately as the others made their way into the vehicle. And as soon as they were occupying the rear and passenger seats he would put her into drive and floor the gas, peeling rubber as they hauled away.

If they peered in the distance, large grotesque creatures of twisted flesh would briefly be seen crashing their ways outside from the windows and into the outside world.

• Leaving military base posthaste.

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???, Romania
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@OwO
“Why the long face? Now we can actually get out of this frozen cesspool.” The chunky knife-thrower chimed to his promised child, a wry smile from ear to ear upon his face as he slowly crept out from the snow-train. His white gloves had been stained a crimson, familial blood, but the man seemed more overjoyed than anything.

“Don’t tell me you’re upset about that stray. They are nothing like you, my Six, nobody is like you - nor me. Never forget that we are the blessed, chosen by god, superior to all other existence on this blighted planet.” The handler spat, brows angling inward as aggression boiled in his tone. There was no higher horse than the one he sat upon.

He sighed as he continued to glance over the sullen expression on the promised child’s face, and then reluctantly plucking the gloves from his hands and throwing them to the grayed snow below. The handler then grunted, using his exposed hands to beckon a few of the surveying soldiers over to their position.

“Screw the train, and the orders. Get me aerial transportation to Varkhaus, our little pet needs a reality check. Make sure it’s here in less than an hour.”

“Yes sir.” The soldier quickly responded without an ounce of hesitation.

The time after this order would be a dreary waiting period for the two, they made their way to the dilapidated entrance center where they had originally planned to wait for the train - which had of course gone out the window.

• Leaving Unnamed Romanian Facility for Varkhaus.

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Several Miles from Varkhaus, Finland [Wilderness]
Midnight // JANUARY 24

@ERode
“No mass killings, it would be a danger to the already dwindling wildlife in the area.” The exhausted Augustine responded, her chest and expanding and retracting quickly as her body winded down from the rush of adrenaline.

“We need to get somewhere more exposed and call for an extraction. Once we get onto the actual battlefield you can go ham, unwind, all that nonsense. Why are men such primates?” She sighed, glancing around the general perimeter before reaching her right hand up and extending a finger to point to the sky.

“Unless you can think of a way to get us up in the sky, we have a long walk.” Augustine hissed, the annoyance ever apparent in her facial expression. “And I’m surprised you survived.” Augustine wittily snipped out audibly, towards the normal soldier who had survived this long. “Surprisingly, your crazy magneto X-men kid saved me.” The pilot coughed out, wincing a bit as a gust of sharp icy wind rampaged upon his body.

• Leaving the Wilderness via Miracle or Extraction for military base.

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St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 23

@Rune_Alchemist@Kazemitsu
The two would continue to easily overcome their opponents, more gardna reinforcements would charge in on the offensive as they were overpowered by the inhuman strength the creatures possessed. Two gardna from each regiment would flee to the battle against the promised child they targeted and they seemed to flee to an elevator they ran through the center of the museum which granted easy access to each floor. And while the rest of the building wasn’t being fully powered at this moment, the elevator seemed to run fine as the four entered and were carried down to a secret area below the ground floor.

“Well, I guess my toys aren’t quite ready to take you guys on yet. But the research from this ordeal will be extremely useful to my superiors. I appreciate you two, and I guess I’ll see you in hell!” The loudspeakers blared out, the man who orchestrated the situation seeming to abandon one plan and administer another.

• Ability to break from combat and follow the fleeing Gardna

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Geneva, Switzerland
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@Eleven
The touch of Seven’s hand caused her handler to recoil and the man even gasped out in a violent fit of anxiousness. His sights struggled to not glance over to the promised child next to him, but he regained his composure and grunted out in an earnest display of unease.

“I’m going to hand you off to someone else’s handler for a little while - until I figure some stuff out. They’re going to be administered the same drug as me to build resistance to your miracle, and they’re going to undergo some training on how to handle you before you meet them. It would be in both of our best interests if you stopped worrying about me, Seven.” The man’s words were cold, and they rushed out as if almost emergent.

The two would soon reach the airport, and the driver would after parking the vehicle, step outside and open the door for each of them. “Your plane is already here. 297 is the number.” The driver carefully kept his sights down to the floor as he spoke. Their vehicle sitting in its lonesome in the large parking facility that was attached to the air strip, though a large number of planes were coming and going in the visible distance.

• Leaving Geneva for Rome.

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Liverpool, England
01:00// JANUARY 24

@Vocab
TBA

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Berlin, Germany
01:00// JANUARY 24

@Savo
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_{Launch Day}

<sup>Thalam Online releases worldwide today.

Guides were posted online earlier this week by review websites, so most players would know that the starting zone is that of Bellview where tutorials and easy starter quests have been finely laid out. Low level enemy spawns are greatly accelerated in Bellview to cater for the constant armies of new players spawning into the rather large zone. The player characters will begin their journeys together during the chaos of launch day, shuffling through the masses of people to claim their share of adventure.

It's up to the players to decide where they go and what they do though, whether that be running out of the town and grinding slimes - or doing the recommended quests set from the start. Either way, there is a great degree of freedom. Players who are a little more rigid and wish to follow the route laid out for them can make their way to the tutorial NPC or the Adventurer's Guild to seek further directions, or they can explore the starter town that is surely filled to the brim with new players, shops, and unique game characters that may hold hidden quests.</sup>

_{The Mother Tree and the Elves}

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The world of Thalam is named after is matron deity named the very same. She once headed the Pantheon of many gods that exists in the world, but a few thousand years ago Thalam rooted herself into the continent that the mortal races call their home and entered a deep slumber. As her tendrils burrowed deep into the earth her essence infused the very land itself creating the first traces of mana in the world of Thalam. And as the sleeping god slowly became one with the continent her figure changed slowly into that of the Mother Tree at the land's very center.

Countless years would pass, the races of Thalam would continue to worship other deities of the pantheon but none would compare to the amount of renown held by the Mother Tree. The elves in particular built their society around the sleeping god and the immeasurable forest that sprouted around her, drinking the springs filled with her essence, eating the life that flourished. This results of their culture and the closeness to the Mother Tree extended the elves lifespan and also set a sense of elitism and pride in the race that claimed themselves to be the children of the mother deity.

The xenophobic elves would gather hate from the other races - so much so that the Greenskins and the Beastmen banded together in an attempt to usurp them from their ancestral home and take it for themselves. The war was quite long and there was countless losses on both side, miles and miles of forest was burned to ash - water supplies were poisoned, bloodstained were the once emerald green pastures. And when it finally did, it wasn't from a clean compromise or some signing of a treaty - instead the beastmen would turn against the masses of orcs and goblins in exchange for the eastern forests of the expansive glades around the Mother Tree.

The Eastern Forests would come to be known as the Beast Wilds, the Beastmen would begin to take on shamanism and holistic beliefs under the influence of the elves. Though, the elves didn’t outright associate with them - but the animals of the forests which in a way, were kin to them, and

_{The Stigmata and the Humans}

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During the early days of men in the western lands when they were still quite primitive, a deity with dominion over fertility and harvest descended down and blessed a single female child with the ability to promote crop growth. At first the young girl was glorified, cherished, put on a pedestal before the entire village she was a part of. But then as she began to grow older the village chief began to fear that another group may try and take her if they discovered her blessing, not only that but once the woman grew old and died the next generation would not gain the bountiful crops she brought with her. He forced the woman to marry and to have a child with the man, against her will at that, which at first had no effect - but when she gave birth to her first son who did not inherit the blessing of his mother the village chief lashed out. It wouldn’t be long until another village caught on to the girl’s potential. And when invaders came, it wasn’t just one or two enemy villages - but a mass that joined together in a unified goal to conquer the lack of food in the region.

She was still treated well after the invasion and conquering of her village, hell, it’s be safe to say that these new conquerors even treated her better. Her former husband had died in the battle and she was left with only her son, her job was simply to live and be healthy - and to never run away. Soon her son would grow to the rambunctious age of ten, playing with the other villagers normally and tending to his mother when home. But it was when the newly appointed village leader by the conquerors began to train him in warfare that the boy would finally show the same blessing that his mother had, causing the crops to grow wild around his feet as he paced the land. The new chief was not native to the region, and knew nothing of the pretense or origin of this ability - but he did see the reasoning for coming here. And so, he would over the years groom and teach the boy for the role of Village Chief when his time would come, though, he filled the young boy’s head with thoughts of greed and delusion all the same.

As the boy grew into adulthood it was clear that the chief’s corrupted ways had spread to him - he was adulterous despite their traditions and rationalized this as “Wanting to spread the boom to as many women possible”. He was also quite violent and when restrained, before he could be punished he threatened to not pace the cropfields in expense. He was nothing like his mother, a shadow of what the god wished their blessing would bring upon the human races. But it wasn’t till the boy’s mother died that he would rise to his full potential, the day after her death single-handedly murdering his old teacher the former chief and taking the role upon himself.

And soon, the karmic cycle would come full circle upon him. Because even though the conquering clan was now helmed by someone with the goddess’ gift - many of the outlier clans were slowly building a rebellion against them. The blessed boy had also made a habit of hoarding women to himself with the same twisted message he used to climb his way to Chiefhood, and thus itself caused a large amount of distrust within his own tribe. People began to discuss in secrecy the pros and cons of eliminating the blessed chief, the quality of life was better - but at what cost? It was actually one of the women that the chief had taken to that finally betrayed the conquering clan. She had been meeting a number of the clans enemies, explaining work schedules, guard locations, food storage, all of the details an assailant would need. It wasn’t long that the raids happened, and rather than keep the chief alive, he was executed rather thoughtlessly - knowing that many of the women in the village were carrying his children. There are still those that carry the traits of this Stigmata, but over generations the effects have greatly diluted - so instead of causing crops to flourish, these Harvest Witches are instead said to have a great connection to the land and commune with the Harvest Deity.

_{The Two Dwarves}

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_{The Wild God and the Beastmen}

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_{The Great Slaughtering}

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_{The Cast}

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_{Story Progress}

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^{What lies in wait for a world without gods?
Will the earth shake until mountains are turned to dust?
Will the oceans finally crash out to consume the shores?
Will the horizon tear asunder and rain fire across the land?}

^{- The Old Man on the Mountain}

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