Kalas

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Decided to write some small details for the Ashen Guard mentioned in Azhriel's sheet. I've left one of them purposefully blank, in case any of you guys have some ideas you wish to impart. Otherwise, I'll write up something later myself.

The Ashen Guard

The Ashen Guard

Wardens of Neberziel

Gibari, The Rook

One of the very first Souls to have been welcomed into Neberziel by Azhriel. Once a chieftain of lesser men, strong, powerful and worthy of leadership. However, he was slain as he slept by someone who coveted the same power. Even in death, Gibari exuded great strength before the God of Souls impressing him greatly. As such, Azhriel offered the man a chance to serve beyond death. To help uphold the Balance of Souls and defend Neberziel whenever the need calls for it.

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Xander, The Silent

Xander was a Soul who had taken his own life after killing his older brother in their sleep. When asked whether he would like to make amends with his brother's Soul, Xander refused once he saw what his brother had become; The Rook. Noticing the younger brother's cowardice, Azhriel enlisted his Soul to serve as a Warden of Neberziel, meant as a punishment more than a blessing. The God of Souls then bound him to eternal silence so that he may never be at peace with his brother's murder.

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Lyssa, The Gracious

The result of a pairing looked down upon by most at the time of her birth. Half-Human, Half-Divine Being. An outcast for much of her life until she tried to end it. Sensing the uniqueness of her Soul, Azhriel swiftly intervened. He approached her with compassion, understanding and a simple offer. Pledge to him her Soul and he would provide it with a home and meaning. Initially, she was distrustful of the God who had suddenly appeared before her. No Divine Being had ever regarded her as anything more than an abomination but Azhriel insisted. It took some time but eventually she agreed and so the God of Souls whisked her away to his domain, enlisting the half-breed as another of Neberziel's Wardens. Since she hadn't taken her life and was already part Divine, Azhriel allowed her to retain her original form. Though her true parentage remains buried, it is no secret that her Divinity makes her the strongest of the four Wardens.

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Thaddeus, The Betrayer

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@Rune_Alchemist I'm sure they'll be able to come to some sort of accord eventually. Being a shephard of Souls, I imagine that Azhriel has happened upon many a hidden secret or lost nugget of information from those desperate enough to try and barter their way towards a peaceful resting place.

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@Kalas

Well I can tell ya right now that Iva'Krhor is gonna wanna probe that old god for information whether Azhriel wants him too or not if he ever finds out about it. Which he probably will at some point.

@Rune_Alchemist

Entry to Neberziel is open to any Divine Being, providing they don't intend to willfully upset the Balance of Souls, searching for the hidden cavern is also permitted. However knowledge of its exact whereabouts will only be shared for a price. :)

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Azhriel, God of Souls

Azhriel

The Judicator, Lord of the Underworld

God of Souls

Ancient Mural | Judicator Form

Realm: Neberziel, The Underworld.

Despite its name, Neberziel is not technically under anything. It is a completely separate realm, although a physical entrance may be found deep beneath the Earth towards the core. This is called the Pit of Ahael and often mistaken for being the Underworld since it is so deep underground. Neberziel itself is rather barren. An endless, stone-grey canyon littered with bone cages suspended from chains and the odd emerald-flame. The canyon stretches on forever in all directions. Indiscriminately situated on the canyon floor is a hulking metallic throne, forged by Ferran as a gift to the Lord of the realm. Placed mere feet in front of the throne is a well-worn chopping block with dried bloodstains for decoration. It is here where the dead are served judgement kneeling as they wait.

Echoing wails of those long passed can be heard in the distance. They originate from the River Oberon which is located beyond the canyon to the west, though it seems to be inaccessible by any normal means. It is here where the souls of the damned remain, forever floating by. However there is no noticeable current and the river seems to meander and split in several directions at once. Merely gazing upon it is enough to elicit feelings of nausea for any mortal fortunate enough to witness it. In order to aid him in governing the dead, Azhriel has enlisted the servitude of four souls who were once powerful living beings known as the Ashen Guard. These four loyal avatars oversee the general influx of Souls and take turns at standing guard at the Pit of Ahael. Though their Souls have been reinstated into new forms, they are still considered dead.

Personality:

The true child of Life & Death despite Ragnagedon's mad ravings to the contrary. Azhriel's birth was one of necessity. To guide the souls of those lost by the Fire God's hand. At his father's behest, Azhriel essentially cleaned up after Ragnagedon sifting through the mountains of dead deciding whom should be allowed to live again and whether the deceased may rest in peace or misery. Over time his role has expanded to account for all souls that inevitably pass on.

As the Lord of the Underworld, Azhriel is undeniably protective of all souls he welcomes into his embrace. Good, Evil, Chaotic or Lawful. No matter the judgement, they become his children and he would see the end of all other realms in order to protect them. Other Gods have, at times, tried to seduce him in order to utilise the Souls of the damned for their own gain, some have even tried to kill him. But not one has succeeded. Buffed heavily by his Judicator Form, Azhriel has fought back every attempt to gain forceful entry into Neberziel.

As a Judge, he remains unbiased to the occurrences of the other realms. From the petty squabbles of his fellow Gods down to the territorial battles waged between the fledgling Humans, Azhriel refuses to choose a side. Throughout his tenure, Azhriel has remained neutral of all things except for the actions of the God of Fire. He is stalwart in his duties and truly believes in the balance that must be maintained between both Life and Death. That Ragnagedon continuously attempts to upset this balance, whilst falsely professing to be of the same heritage, exists as the only thing that actually irks him.

Other:

Hidden somewhere deep in Neberziel is a cavern that hosts the Soul of an Old God. Details of who they were or how they came to be killed are lost to all but the Lord of the Underworld. Azhriel rarely visits the Old God though when he does, it is usually out of some dire need for knowledge or direction. There aren't many among his brethren who know of this soul but even in death, faint remnants of their once-great power can still be felt.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@Legion02 I've edited my sheet to correctly depict Ragnagedon's true parentage.

Also, if anyone has any ideas the want to throw at me regarding the Soul of the Old God mentioned in my sheet, feel free. I left it purposely vague to allow for a deep backstory. Maybe they were once an ancient evil or a God that was wrongly deposed which could hint at a future storyline for them? Either way, they're open to interpretation.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@Kalas It's fine. Just don't abuse it :P

@Polybius

Wouldn't dream of it ;)

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@Legion02 My apologies, I definitely read that wrong. Still, I'll await Polybius' verdict before I change anything. I have a feeling my chosen domain is a tricky one 😂

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Was lurking for a while before deciding to throw a sheet at this. As long as you're still accepting of course.

Azhriel, God of Souls

Azhriel

The Judicator, Lord of the Underworld

God of Souls

Ancient Mural | Judicator Form

Realm: Neberziel, The Underworld.

Despite its name, Neberziel is not technically under anything. It is a completely separate realm, although a physical entrance may be found deep beneath the Earth towards the core. This is called the Pit of Ahael and often mistaken for being the Underworld since it is so deep underground. Neberziel itself is rather barren. An endless, stone-grey canyon littered with bone cages suspended from chains and the odd emerald-flame. The canyon stretches on forever in all directions. Indiscriminately situated on the canyon floor is a hulking metallic throne, forged by Ferran as a gift to the Lord of the realm. Placed mere feet in front of the throne is a well-worn chopping block with dried bloodstains for decoration. It is here where the dead are served judgement kneeling as they wait.

Echoing wails of those long passed can be heard in the distance. They originate from the River Oberon which is located beyond the canyon to the west, though it seems to be inaccessible by any normal means. It is here where the souls of the damned remain, forever floating by. However there is no noticeable current and the river seems to meander and split in several directions at once. Merely gazing upon it is enough to elicit feelings of nausea for any mortal fortunate enough to witness it. In order to aid him in governing the dead, Azhriel has enlisted the servitude of four souls who were once powerful living beings known as the Ashen Guard. These four loyal avatars oversee the general influx of Souls and take turns at standing guard at the Pit of Ahael. Though their Souls have been reinstated into new forms, they are still considered dead.

Personality:

The true child of Life & Death despite Ragnagedon's mad ravings to the contrary. Azhriel's birth was one of necessity. To guide the souls of those lost by the Fire God's hand. At his father's behest, Azhriel essentially cleaned up after Ragnagedon sifting through the mountains of dead deciding whom should be allowed to live again and whether the deceased may rest in peace or misery. Over time his role has expanded to account for all souls that inevitably pass on.

As the Lord of the Underworld, Azhriel is undeniably protective of all souls he welcomes into his embrace. Good, Evil, Chaotic or Lawful. No matter the judgement, they become his children and he would see the end of all other realms in order to protect them. Other Gods have, at times, tried to seduce him in order to utilise the Souls of the damned for their own gain, some have even tried to kill him. But not one has succeeded. Buffed heavily by his Judicator Form, Azhriel has fought back every attempt to gain forceful entry into Neberziel.

As a Judge, he remains unbiased to the occurrences of the other realms. From the petty squabbles of his fellow Gods down to the territorial battles waged between the fledgling Humans, Azhriel refuses to choose a side. Throughout his tenure, Azhriel has remained neutral of all things except for the actions of the God of Fire. He is stalwart in his duties and truly believes in the balance that must be maintained between both Life and Death. That Ragnagedon continuously attempts to upset this balance, whilst falsely professing to be of the same heritage, exists as the only thing that actually irks him.

Other:

Hidden somewhere deep in Neberziel is a cavern that hosts the Soul of an Old God. Details of who they were or how they came to be killed are lost to all but the Lord of the Underworld. Azhriel rarely visits the Old God though when he does, it is usually out of some dire need for knowledge or direction. There aren't many among his brethren who know of this soul but even in death, faint remnants of their once-great power can still be felt.

Naruto: The New World [High-Casual]

^{Empire of Stone | Jonin | Squad Three}

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^{TIME: Present Day - Late Morning | LOCATION: The New Continent - Unknown | INTERACTION: @GlitchyBugger@Kheliop@Ganryu}

Jinzo's head was filled with a high-pitched ringing. Despite readying himself beforehand, the attack had caught him unawares and forced him off balance causing him to fall as the room he was stood in plummeted into the floor below before the ground itself seemed to give way too. It was only due to his instincts that he was able to scramble to his feet in order to leap through the shattered window of what used to be the observation room. He rolled to a stop, finding himself in a new place entirely. As he regarded his new surroundings, Jinzo's hearing slowly returned to him. ^{_{"You okay}} Homuru?"

It was Boshu, she was down here alongside him, although she almost seemed to be completely unfazed by the recent events as he watched her grab a strange case of arrows. Acting without thought, Jinzo swiped the case that held the gloves. He wasn't sure what used they'd be to anyone but he figured the brass wouldn't mind taking a look. "Any ideas on how to tackle that thing up there?" Boshu spoke again. Before Jinzo could respond, his attention was drawn to the hole above - a familiar sight during this mission so far - and the rubble that was about to fall.

He dropped the case that held the gloves and immediately slammed his hands onto the ground yelling, "Rock Pillar Prison!" Despite the earlier resistance, Jinzo managed to materialize three, large pillars that reached up to the edge of the hole, securing floor above and preventing any further debris from cascading down into the hole. He took a moment to inspect his work, confirming that any immediate danger had passed.

His fellow Tiger hadn't seemed to notice, he thought. Or maybe she did and had expected him to do something about it already? Either way, she was already making her way back up to the others in order to combat whatever had thrown them through the floor. Jinzo, however, stayed behind. Manipulating the earth hadn't been too difficult but converting the earth to crystal was definitely going to take longer. He called out to his squad mate, finally. "Same as before, Boshu. I need you to buy me some time."

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Thriller

A R C H I E B L A C K : S l i c k M o v e s , S k a t e r b o y

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 07:47 AM | Mather Memorial High School}

"Hey, thanks for the ride man!" Archie yelled as he disembarked from the van he'd been skitching on for the past 10 minutes and directed himself towards the curb, effortlessly performing a kickflip as he neared it to land on the sidewalk before applying pressure with his front foot to execute a nose pickup. As his momentum stopped almost instantly, his board flicked up behind him allowing him to grab it by the tail and coolly walked onto the school premises. The driver reciprocated his farewell with a quick beep of his horn, continuing on down the road with the rest of the morning traffic. He'd gotten lucky really, as he was definitely running late from sleeping through his alarm. Not that that was entirely his fault. Archie had struggled to sleep last night, just like every other night in recent memory. Though this time the reason had also included his first day of a new semester at an entirely new school. It was a reason that perplexed him, honestly. Archie wasn't really the type to get nervous about anything but for some unknown reason, this felt different. He'd not long stowed the board inside his bag when the familiar buzz of his cell phone caught his attention. He rolled his eyes, already knowing who it'd be.

"Slick moves, skaterboy." Came Cara's voice as he answered the call, her flirtatious tone still very present as it always was.

"Hey, Cara." Archie greeted her. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know me, just admiring you from afar." She giggled. Archie was sure he could hear her close by.

"Oh really?" He laughed too, though it felt slightly awkward. "You sound close." He started looking around for her.

"Well I am behind you." Archie spun around, expecting to be smothered by Cara's usual embrace that she'd often greeted him with over the few months they'd spent as friends. She didn't, however. "Sike!" She cried, bursting into another fit of giggling. "I'm waiting by the front steps, now hurry your butt over here!"

He felt a little stupid after being punked like that but it did seem to make him smile which, in turn, settled him somewhat. Archie locked off the call and pocketed his phone before continuing to make his way to the entrance. Cara had offered to be his chaperone for the day, although he wasn't sure what was worse: Being shown around as the 'new kid' or having Cara beside him all day, sending out daggers to any girl who might so happen to glance upon him. Not that he didn't enjoy her company. She was a nice enough girl, if a little full-on, but Archie was always ever put off by her fangirling over him. Which, despite them being friends for at least a few months now, she still did. A lot. And around anyone who would listen. Even those who didn't seem that interested, she would gush about him to. Sometimes this brought him unwanted attention, which was the last thing he wanted given his very public family situation. He wasn't sure whether anyone had actually heard about it in this city, however, and if they did no one actually thought to bring it up.

Archie eventually reached the front steps of his new high school. He took one look at the aging building, noticing several cracks in the architecture, before letting out a sigh. Bringing his gaze down, he was met by Cara who actually did embrace him this time, catching him off guard. "Hey, you." She said, releasing him.

"Hey, yourself." He replied, causing her to smile. It was the kind of smile that lit up her entire face. Which itself was pleasant to look at regardless. To say Cara was pretty would be a vast understatement. She was beautiful. From her rose-filled cheeks, her soft, pink lips, a cute button nose and deep, brown eyes to her long, brunette locks - hastily brushed so that they fell graciously down to her lower-back - her thin, yet supple, figure and a dress sense that just seemed to command your attention. Cara was a girl who was destined to stand out. Several of the guys down at the Hollows had berated him many times for not 'hitting that.' But the truth remained, it simply didn't feel right for him. Whilst he probably should make a move like they said, Archie couldn't bring himself to do it. After everything that had happened back in New York, having a girlfriend didn't seem like the best idea right now. He needed to sort through a few things first.

"Well, c'mon then!" Cara said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her. "We're gonna be late!"

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 14:30 PM | Main Building}

"Shit!"

Archie exclaimed, quite loudly in fact. His voice echoed down the seemingly abandoned corridor, no doubt being heard by the occupants of one of the nearby classrooms as a wave of snickering laughter began to flourish from inside. It was swiftly extinguished, however, with the loud thud of what Archie could only guess was a book being slammed down upon a table, which was then followed by a stern, "Silence!"

Opting not to stick around, he dashed back out to the stairwell so as not the feel the wrath of an angry teacher on his first day. Well, not that one at least. He was late to his final class, Social Conscience. Some special study group comprised of several kids from different grades of which he was one of the lucky few to be selected - or at least that's what Cara had informed him of earlier - led by the new professor they'd just hired, Mr. Lehrer. A man who'd already begun to make a name for himself around the school by launching an eraser at some random girl in his Physics class who 'like totally' didn't deserve it, apparently. Cara had struggled not to laugh whilst retelling him the story. Archie figured the true story had actually been heavily exaggerated as it passed between each person's lips until they were left with a severely bastardized version that painted the new hire as a crazed lunatic who despised all women.

Or at least, he hoped it was all just exaggerated. The last thing he wanted happening was to walk in late to this man's class and be high-fived in the face with a wooden board eraser. The image flashed in his mind until he remembered Cara mentioning something about a room at the top of the main building. Looking up to the top of the spiralling staircase, Archie couldn't help but shrug. 'Won't hurt to look.' He thought.

Finally reaching the door to what he assumed was The Loft, Archie had the feeling that the room hadn't been used in a long while. He wondered what it might ever have been used for, it seemed nicely squirreled away. A weird place for a Social class. Gripping the handle of the door, he grimaced, attempting to steele the nerves that had chosen to flare up all of a sudden. He ridiculed himself mentally, 'Get a hold of yourself, man!' Which seemed to work a little as he relaxed his expression and opened the door, interrupting whatever discussion had been going on previously and garnering the attention of the room.

"Sorry I'm late, teach." He began, cautiously entering the room fully prepared to dodge any projectiles that may have been thrown his way.

"I got lost downstairs somewhere, first day and all that." Before Mr. Lehrer could respond, Archie closed the door behind him and located an empty desk towards the back. Relinquishing his bag from his back, Archie quickly sat down in his chair. Not as bad as he thought it'd be.