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Land of Roa

A little omniscient birdie told me that Ophion and Orbus could bece 'friends'

Land of Roa

Orbus, the Scale Holder

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Name(s):

Orbus, The Scale Holder, Master of Order, the Necessary Force of Things to Be, The White Angel, The Divine Enforcer.

Dominion(s):

The Pillar, The Earth, Gravity, Life.

Orbus, The Holder of Scales' true form

Atop his crown lies the world, he is the pillar that supports earth and therefore he sees what tensions the roof- but also what threatens the pillar; from both beyond and within.

Orbus, the Holder of Scales' mortal form

The avatar of unfathomable power, it stands as the central essence of support for Earth as is now- by channeling his power through this mortal coil, one of the greatest children of the All-God is able to uphold the planet and keep it from damnation.

Personality:

Orbus may be deemed a cold deity, where one may expect kind and compassion from a deity holding up the very fabric in the place of his father, the All-God, Orbus is instead an apathetic ruler whom puts the world before his own well being, or others for that matter. All which clouds his mind is the well being of the land which fills his fathers domain and therefore he has become the self titled Watcher and Praetorian of this holy ground. With the angelic court at his finger tips, one may say that this deity plays a very essential part in the holding together of the world. Orbus is a loyal child to his father and therefore he is clouded deeply with the well being of the Earth and cares little for the works of Gods that doesn't directly harm the Earth and the fathers plans. Orbus' name stands for sensing the world, that stands very true.

Even due to this, Orbus stands as a silent watcher- uninterested in the business of lesser beings. He is gripped quite firmly in his own celestial hierarchy system.

Powers:

Orbus is an identity of cosmically powerful powers that are hard for even mortal men to fathom, let alone witness before them. Nevertheless this might is wasted on the supporting of the world which is, his fathers creation. Orbus has solely enslaved himself to the survival of this planet and due to the already existing cosmic vacuum due to his fathers vacancy, he has to shield and keep the earth together from this cosmic vacuum which desperately desires the destruction of that which is. So whilst his powers are on the cosmic scale, he uses his almost unrivaled power to attempt to defy the vacancy which his father left behind- this vacancy is a mass of supremely destructive force, desiring the annulment of that which is.

Magic Items:

Whilst it's not an item, the Pillar of Being is something which Orbus created in the center of his fathers world- it acts as a transmitter for Orbus' actual power and it's purpose is solely to keep the world together- all from time and space holds its center in this very place. One would only be able to stutter when attempting to describe the majesty of this angelic design and Orbus crafted it in accordingly to his description of his fathers grace and cosmic plan. All of Orbus' angels herald from this holy cathedral- but it stands as mighty as a citadel of righteous belief.

Mortality:

Whilst Orbus is literally unkillable, his avatar is not.
However, it is quite powerful due to the fact that it's a literal transmitter of his actual cosmic power. But he won't use that might upon the mortal world because his love of the world which is- therefore he creates pocket dimensions of which he and any of his minions do battle. The Pillar of Being (White Cathedral) is linked with the Avatar of Orbus, and vise-versa. If one is destroyed the other will as well leading to terrifying destruction.

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Watchers of the White Cathedral

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Terrain:

The terrain of which envelopes the Watchers has long since been 'purified', as in turned to marbel and assimilated into the large mechanism which is the Pillar of Being. Where there once were lush trees there are now massive spires reaching tall into the heavens emitting all kinds of radiance, acting as almost a second sun- the holy energy is gathered like an orb above the massive pillar akin to how the world hangs at the crown of Orbus. There it will be channeled into cosmos acting as a powerful shield against the destructive force of the vacancy. There remains still certain trees, but they are of white bark and holy property. The territory which is the center has long since been alike this- designed by Orbus himself, the massive creation which all is the Pillar of Being is an artistic imagining what Orbus imagined the will of the All-God would be. Hanging high above the clouds and half way up the spires and the mighty pillar there flies four guardians- each heralding one of the cardinal directions.

They are the Seraphim; massive angelic constructs serving the will of protecting the central spire. They are mighty and awestriking.

Wildlife:

There exists no native life to this holy land of the White Cathedral (A common reference to the Pillar of Being) due to the fact that there exists one massive building designed much akin a mythological tempel raised by God himself. There would be no beauty in architecture like this- and no holier place for the 'true' than this citadel of the pillar. There are, however, many humans living below the marbel roofs and mighty spires- they are of every corner of the world and they are true. Whilst they server as nothing but slaves for the cogs of the Pillar of Being, they live their lives in honest belief and loyalty to the ways of honoring the All-God in hopes of brining him back to the world. Deep down even Orbus has given up hope, but such is not something even himself dares admit or tell himself.

Species:

Every species of sentience may find itself within the great halls of the cathedral city of the Pillar of Being, more often refered to as the White Cathedral.

Culture(s):

The people who live below the absolute authority of Orbus live their lives in relative comfort- they hold elections to a guiding council which supposedly helps guide Orbus' judgement but they are simply a thing to keep public unrest to a necessary zero. But something which many people reach towards the White Cathedral is it's vast schools and scholars. Anything from magic to military tactics and history can be studied within White Cathedral and there even exists four different schools whom own access to the Speaker's Spire, a spire which leads up to one of the Cardinal Seraphim. There one may ask the sworn protector any one question they hold and it shall be answered by the angelic knowledge of these constructs.

There exists a hierarchy of angelic constructs which Orbus made, the Seraphim are at the top and then there are four others, all sentient. Certain good schools hold one of these angels as one of their scholars or advisors- the four greatest schools hold a staff exclusively made out of high level angels.

The two most famous angels are Amazael the Great as well as Raldyrael the Magos-Primus. These two are both Ybrim, the second greatest angel rank according to Orbus' Dictatorium Angelos Biblica.

Large amounts of discrimination between mortal and angel is made in certain parts of the nation-sized cathedral.

Capital:

The White Cathedral.

Important Individuals:

Raldyrael the Magos-Primus.
Amazael the Great.
The First. (Seraphim)
The Second. (Seraphim)
The Third. (Seraphim)
The Fourth. (Seraphim)

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Match Academy

Gymnasium

Charles "Kaiser" Faust

The woman's fighting style was experienced, unorderly and unpredictable; but experienced. In all due honesty, Charles didn't want to use the word 'fighting style', but rather 'instict and reaction'. He found intrigue and were it not for this very fact then he would probably lash out and unravel his aggression upon this woman for even daring to topple him over.

She looked about ready to lash out herself, they both seemed to be rather aggressive, except that Charles seemed to be able to hide and control it rather effectively in comparison. However, the moment she spoke Charles could find himself conflicted with her ideals almost instantly. "Martial Arts is a base, a principle of which should be expanded. Think of it as the foundation of your very own principles and ideas." He rather quickly spoke his own opinion on the matter, but allowed her to continue on, doing whatever she found satisfactory.

She, however, behaved like a beast. She scanned him from head to toe, much like a beast. But if she was an animal then he'd remain a man. Savage against finess and lethality, Charles was quite fond of what he'd been able to create by his own hands; a martial arts focused on momentum and agility, filled with all kinds of movements, stances, and techniques.

When she started uttering her tolerance for the pain she had got herself in then Charles simply chuckled as she pulled her all into the punch which ended up hurting her, it was quite visible on her face- but most noticably in her muscles. "Simply one of the founding principles of battle is to strike fast and deadly, on that you are correct. But receiving damage when you should have dodged is simply foolish and arrogant. Winning a dog-fight is something you shouldn't rely on, especially not in the crowd I'd suspect your around."

Charles walked briefly away, but only to return with a punching bag of his own. He was probably inclined to enlighten her with a part of his personal wisdom. "The ferociousness in your eyes is a very good start, and you punch hard and deadly- but in a real battle, something beyond the amateurish world of the ring, or the cheepish gangs of the streets they'll never make you survive." Charles spoke as he hung the bag, due to him speaking it took a little longer than it should, but no harm was done.

Charles' personal sports bag was at the very corner of the hall, but still not all too far. Within it were many things of which no ordinary school kid should have any access or right to hold in their bag. Charles, however, was a special case indeed. "Finess, refined skills, and lethality will bring you far, however. You are on the master of one, arguably two, but without all three then you will inevitably face a wall." Charles took up a rapid stance and quickly threw a single punch- it was formless, it looked more like a push than anything else, but the bag shook wildly under the unknown force which had just revealed itself.

The bag shook in such a fashion that you might possibly interprent a faint tigers' roar should one truly focus. This was the basic attack of Charles' personal martial art, The Lord's Right; the basic tiger's paw.

"I've trained far too long to be considered foolish, or unknowledgable. I've gained much through this simple punch, never once have I fought a battle through any other skill. I was hoping that this school, rather, this region would be different. 'till now it has proved false."

Charles briefly raised his hands, as a sign of peace- he didn't desire combat, not around here. But even due, he was now quite alert to this female, he was very much prepared if she'd be out of order or overly aggressive. She certainly didn't seem to like his presence, that much was for certain.

Land of Roa

I want to rip something apart right about now.

Land of Roa

It's why I am here, I'm the stat-checker

Match Academy

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Land of Roa

I'm an arsonist.