Sep

No looky loos

Relics of the First Age

The lands of Geilnor used to be abundant with Magic. A being named Kheris ruled the lands with an iron fist, to all his subjects he was revered as a God. His reign was as long as it was cruel, starting hundreds of years before any recorded history. Though like all good tales eventually a group of heroes rose up to meet Kheris and his forces. The Order of the Third Moon tricked sorcerors into imbuing objects with their powers, objects that would bond with the host and grant them incredible power. Using these objects the Order of the Third Moon managed to wage war against Kheris and his forces. Kheris' death marked the start of the second age.

The Order of the Third Moon recognised this power they now held, these objects bonded with an individual for life and separation of the object from its host resulted in death for the wielder. In a stunning fit of cruelty, the Order turned against the wielders who had saved them from the oppression of Kheris and destroyed the objects so that magic could never once again threaten Geilnor.

I wish I could say there had been peace, but a power vacuum spread across the continent of Geilnor as old rivalries and feuds resurfaced, previously quelled by Kheris' absolute control of the lands. Kingdoms formed and lines were drawn. The only constant was that of the Order of the Third Moon, they were in every corner of every kingdom ensuring that magic would not resurface once more. The Order of the Third Moon began a new religion, detailing their former leader Tyron a messiah sent to Geilnor from the One True God. In the absence of Kheris new literature was 'found' at archaeological sites all over the continent and even on some of the isles to the North.

As we move into the Third Age relics still exist, however with increased rarity. The Order of the Third Moon mainly fulfils a religious role within many of the Kingdoms. Tales of the Great One who stood up against Kheris and his Pantheon when no-one else would on behalf of the One True God. However, as the coronation of the new King of Etrid, the most prosperous kingdom in all of Geilnor is to take place, forces stir int he dark that has not stirred in an age, as the Relics of the First Age return.

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Hey everybody! So having been binge-watching Merlin now it's on PrimeVideo I've repurposed an old idea that I previously worked on with Ellri, from a Roleplay that we had both joined before the GM sadly left. Expect a little bit of freedom to WorldBuild as we create our characters, who are then forced on a quest that could determine the very fate of Geilnor. Some of you may have to work together, while others are cast out and ostracised needing to go your own way.

The world is yours to save, in your own way. Just be wary, as we trifle with forces that few comprehend.

No looky loos

S T A R W A R S

C O N F E D E R A C Y T R I U M P H A N T

Darth Sidious had everything planned, with the war spreading throughout the Galaxy and Anakin Skywalkers progression towards the Darkside nearing completion a daring move was planned. He ordered his apprentice, Count Dooku to invade Coruscant with a massive Separatist Fleet. Sidious plan was to have Anakin face off against Count Dooku, furthering Anakins fall to the Darkside and putting him into a place where he could become Sidious' new Apprentice.

Count Dooku was smarter than that, without hesitation, once Darth Sidious was in position, locked in a chair on the Observation deck of the Invisible Hand then without ceremony Count Dooku struck his master down with his Lightsaber. With Palpatine dead the Republic Fractured and the Confederacy took more territory than before, a cease-fire was declared as the Grand Republic fractured. Conceding to release territory and captured combatants.

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

Midgard was once a world with Pantheons upon Pantheons, more Gods than many other worlds combined. The small, seemingly insignificant rock adrift in space a nexus point for various realms to come together. Over time some faded into obscurity, others left the realm altogether. While others continued to play with their influence on the world, subtly interacting with the world according to their grand design. This is not the tale of one such God. This is the tale of…

^{Previously:School Day // Wooly Hat}

“-and that is how I managed to have myself transformed back from a frog into my true form.” There was applause around the room as Thor stood with a smug look on his face. Mjolnir twirling in his hands. At this point, the room was filled with not only the people from this classroom but several others had ventured in cramming the room as full as it could be. With even more people crowding outside the room, and the windows peering in. Cameras flashed, the small telephone devices held up recording video and audio. It would no doubt be only a short period until news crews started to show up. Soon after that, his Avengers ID card would no doubt notify him that his ‘liaison’ Agent Brand would like to talk to him.

“That is quite enough now Mr.Thor. We have taken enough of your time.” Thor turned to the teacher, this Mr.Blackwood seemed to hold resentment towards him. The teacher turned towards the window as there was some form of commotion through the crowd. A raven flew through them before landing on the windowsill cawing, it tapped on the window. Blackwood groaned as he moved towards the window. “What now? Shoo you stupid bird, shoo!”

Thor took a step closer. “I would not do that. That is Huginn, he brings a message from Odin. I would let him in-”

“Let a wild bird into my classroom? Are you mad? If you want to talk to birds do it on your own time.” Flapping his hands at the bird it seemed undeterred by the mortal's actions. Cawing once more it flapped its wings and then turned away flying in the opposite direction from the window. “See? Just a random Raven. Nothing to do with-” Before he knew it Huginn had turned flying directly towards the window. Several people flinched as it got close, but instead of colliding with the window, it passed straight through landing on the desk.

The bird shot Blackwood an annoyed look before it turned its head so that one of its eyes was focused on Thor. Opening its beak the booming voice of the All-Father filled the room.

“Thor!” The Prince of Asgard winced slightly. The tone his father used was not a good sign. “Why do you sully yourself by consorting with these mortals? I have told you before you have a higher duty to attend.”

“I was merely answering a Prayer, in the way Lady Freyja taught.” Throwing the name of his mother in there was always a good bet. Well, usually a good bet.

“Do you take me for a fool boy? Return to Asgard at once. I would have words with you.” Thor sighed as he bowed his head towards the raven, without even waiting for an answer Huginn left the same way he entered the room. Putting on his most reassuring smile he moved towards the small girl Alice. Who’s prayer had brought him here.

“I will return, Lady Alice. Until then, I bid you farewell.” Without so much as another word he left the room, passing people within the halls and out the front door of the school. He was immediately swarmed by people as clouds and thunder formed overhead. He raised Mjolnir above his head. “I would stand back if I were you-” people backed away from him as he shouted into the air. “-Heimdall open the Bifrost!” A beam of light came crashing down from the skies, a rainbow of light surrounding Thor as he disappeared. Pulled through the fabrics between the realms.

HOVDEN // NORWAY

A lone figure dressed in black walked through the crowd. Green accents adorned his outfit as he occasionally delicately placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the many people on their knees. Chanting and praying was all that could be heard, the droning of over one hundred people praying in unison. The figure ignored the cameras, ignored the lights. This sermon would be broadcast through various back channels all over the world. The figure did not doubt that this would eventually find its way back to the authorities, they had been chasing for quite some time now, and yet, they were always a step behind. The numbers of the Woken were too many now, too many to ignore. With a significant power base that gave them the option of working more openly, and more freely.

Thanks to the Heroics of Thor the movement had only grown, people willingly giving up their beliefs in one God or another, after all, how could you possibly argue with Gods you saw on the daily news? Gods who interacted with humanity regularly to make the world a better place. Reaching the end of the aisle of worshipers there was a stone throne, roughly carved. Atop it a hole. A place where one of the norn-stones of myth would one day sit.

The figure held up their hand, and the chanting stopped. With another wave, an elaborate horned helmet formed atop his head. “People of Midgard. For too long those who you worship as Gods have ignored you-” There was the murmur of agreement. Quiet. “-for too long, those you have chosen to lead you have abused you-” there was a louder cheer this time. “-for too long the Lords above have ignored you-” the cheering was becoming a roar at this point. “-for too long you have been left to squalor and rot in the dust while others succeed upon your backs! Reaping rewards from that that you have sown! Well, today I say no more!” People stood roaring at this point and he merely raised a hand to stop them.

“Together we will accomplish wonderful things.”

Loki couldn't help but smile.

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

"You call yourself the Flash, you wear his colours. Yet you aren't him, the lightning bolt was never meant for you. You are nothing, the history books won't even know your name. Now tell me, where is The Flash?"

Lightning coursed through her veins, wind through her hair. The speed made her free, her feet making contact with the ground for mere fractions of a second before they pushed off again. Iris West was the fastest woman alive, and her head was devoted entirely to the moment. Images coursed through her brain far faster than any normal individual could process them. Stumbling slightly as the image of Eobard Thawne appeared, a familiar pull of fear at his face. Terror at his voice and the pain of what it cost to bring him to justice. It cost her more than she ever could imagine, and yet she still felt as if Thawne had won, in the end. Shaking her head, regaining her footing a sonic boom rumbled through the Sahara Desert as she once again picked up speed.

“We can use your abilities to better everyone.”

A pang of guilt, as the voice of her first mentor, appeared. Harrison Wells was the first person to truly understand what had happened to her, or at least the first one to figure out pieces to the puzzle. She couldn’t help wondering if he was right. Her body seemed to generate limitless energy, her body could heal in minutes what it took others days and that was to speak little of her metabolism. If they could somehow find a way to replicate her abilities, she could help millions of people all over the world, perhaps even billions. Yet something stopped her.

“Really, you’re the Flash? No. Come on, where is he. Where’s the Flash?”

Doubt. Self-doubt and the doubt forced upon her by others, as the ocean spray peppered her face she could faintly remember the memories from the other life Barry had shown her. One where he had become the Flash, the same one that Thawne had come back from the future expecting to see. Now that future was gone, and all that was left was her, and the destiny she chose for herself.

“The thing is, I’ve felt it every time you’ve been in trouble. I have a sense for these things, this force that helps us run it connects us and you, you have the potential to be far faster than I ever was.”

A strange sense of pride swelled within her, and she could almost feel Jay Garrick running alongside her. The Original Flash, having served the United States and her allies during the second world war, while she had lost everything else she had gained Jay and his insights into not just how to be a hero but where her powers came from, and what it meant to be a good person. Her footing steadied and paced increased as she hit the beaches of Italy, powering through the country scenes in Syracuse.

"THE FLASH OF CENTRAL CITY. HEED MY CALL. I AM THE SILVER SURFER. AND YOU ARE TO BE JUDGED. FOR THE EARTH'S DESTINY ITSELF DEPENDS ON YOUR ACTIONS TODAY. STRIKE.”

As Iris felt the heat of the sun bearing down upon her, she could remember how the sun looked in the upper atmosphere as the Silver Surfer raised her up into the atmosphere. She may have decided to take the heroes path but something out there had decided she was a threat or a potential prize and she wasn’t sure what scared her more. With the power that the Surfer wielded all she knew was that she was going to have to be ready.

"HOW DARE YOU WEAR THAT EMBLEM?!"

It was funny really. Eobard Thawne wanted nothing more than for her to die, to not become the Flash and yet his insistence on trying to stop her only drove her further to accept the title, the name and the responsibility. While his outfit was modelled after the Flash of his time, the emblem on her chest was designed to specifically be the opposite of his. Iris was everything that he was not, everything that he couldn’t possibly become. He had made her doubt herself, yet she had taken back her right. The edges of her reality started to blur as she passed through the English countryside in the blink of an eye.

“Get help. Don’t do it alone.”

Alone was how she felt, alone was how she was. As she tore through the snowy plateau in Greenland the cold started to bite at her skin. Nipping at her, bringing her back into the moment. Yet in the back of the head she knew, she had no choice but to be alone. Trying to fit in, trying to interact with people in their normal perception of time wasn’t always easy and quite often required focus. How could she not be alone?

“You really need to get that Eobard Thawne out of your head.”

Even with him dead and gone, or gone from this point in the timeline or whatever else had happened to him. Iris couldn’t but help but feel weight down upon her as she powered through the Russian wastes. As much as Iris realised her purpose, and in her heart she knew that being the Flash was her destiny, Thawnes tendrils still clawed at her.

“Listen. I’m the Flash, I’m the Fastest Woman alive, not that any man comes close. It doesn’t matter how I gained my powers anymore, what matters is that I bear the mantle. A mantle you created, and a legacy I intend to live up to.”

“Lightning flashes, sparks shower; in one blink of an eye, you have missed seeing."

Thunder sounded in the distance, lightning flashed and she opened her eyes panting. Eyes frantically looking around her surroundings for anything that she could recognise through the dark. Breathing out she could see her breath which was when she began to realise how completely and utterly cold it was. What the hell was going on?

No looky loos

"You call yourself the Flash, you wear his colours. Yet you aren't him, the lightning bolt was never meant for you. You are nothing, the history books won't even know your name. Now tell me, where is The Flash?"

Lightning coursed through her veins, wind through her hair. The speed made her free, her feet making contact with the ground for mere fractions of a second before they pushed off again. Iris West was the fastest woman alive, and her head was devoted entirely to the moment. Images coursed through her brain far faster than any normal individual could process them. Stumbling slightly as the image of Eobard Thawne appeared, a familiar pull of fear at his face. Terror at his voice and the pain of what it cost to bring him to justice. It cost her more than she ever could imagine, and yet she still felt as if Thawne had won, in the end. Shaking her head, regaining her footing a sonic boom rumbled through the Sahara Desert as she once again picked up speed.

“We can use your abilities to better everyone.”

A pang of guilt, as the voice of her first mentor, appeared. Harrison Wells was the first person to truly understand what had happened to her, or at least the first one to figure out pieces to the puzzle. She couldn’t help wondering if he was right. Her body seemed to generate limitless energy, her body could heal in minutes what it took others days and that was to speak little of her metabolism. If they could somehow find a way to replicate her abilities, she could help millions of people all over the world, perhaps even billions. Yet something stopped her.

“Really, you’re the Flash? No. Come on, where is he. Where’s the Flash?”

Doubt. Self-doubt and the doubt forced upon her by others, as the ocean spray peppered her face she could faintly remember the memories from the other life Barry had shown her. One where he had become the Flash, the same one that Thawne had come back from the future expecting to see. Now that future was gone, and all that was left was her, and the destiny she chose for herself.

“The thing is, I’ve felt it every time you’ve been in trouble. I have a sense for these things, this force that helps us run it connects us and you, you have the potential to be far faster than I ever was.”

A strange sense of pride swelled within her, and she could almost feel Jay Garrick running alongside her. The Original Flash, having served the United States and her allies during the second world war, while she had lost everything else she had gained Jay and his insights into not just how to be a hero but where her powers came from, and what it meant to be a good person. Her footing steadied and paced increased as she hit the beaches of Italy, powering through the country scenes in Syracuse.

"THE FLASH OF CENTRAL CITY. HEED MY CALL. I AM THE SILVER SURFER. AND YOU ARE TO BE JUDGED. FOR THE EARTH'S DESTINY ITSELF DEPENDS ON YOUR ACTIONS TODAY. STRIKE.”

As Iris felt the heat of the sun bearing down upon her, she could remember how the sun looked in the upper atmosphere as the Silver Surfer raised her up into the atmosphere. She may have decided to take the heroes path but something out there had decided she was a threat or a potential prize and she wasn’t sure what scared her more. With the power that the Surfer wielded all she knew was that she was going to have to be ready.

"HOW DARE YOU WEAR THAT EMBLEM?!"

It was funny really. Eobard Thawne wanted nothing more than for her to die, to not become the Flash and yet his insistence on trying to stop her only drove her further to accept the title, the name and the responsibility. While his outfit was modelled after the Flash of his time, the emblem on her chest was designed to specifically be the opposite of his. Iris was everything that he was not, everything that he couldn’t possibly become. He had made her doubt herself, yet she had taken back her right. The edges of her reality started to blur as she passed through the English countryside in the blink of an eye.

“Get help. Don’t do it alone.”

Alone was how she felt, alone was how she was. As she tore through the snowy plateau in Greenland the cold started to bite at her skin. Nipping at her, bringing her back into the moment. Yet in the back of the head she knew, she had no choice but to be alone. Trying to fit in, trying to interact with people in their normal perception of time wasn’t always easy and quite often required focus. How could she not be alone?

“You really need to get that Eobard Thawne out of your head.”

Even with him dead and gone, or gone from this point in the timeline or whatever else had happened to him. Iris couldn’t but help but feel weight down upon her as she powered through the Russian wastes. As much as Iris realised her purpose, and in her heart she knew that being the Flash was her destiny, Thawnes tendrils still clawed at her.

“Listen. I’m the Flash, I’m the Fastest Woman alive, not that any man comes close. It doesn’t matter how I gained my powers anymore, what matters is that I bear the mantle. A mantle you created, and a legacy I intend to live up to.”

“Lightning flashes, sparks shower; in one blink of an eye, you have missed seeing."

Thunder sounded in the distance, lightning flashed and she opened her eyes panting. Eyes frantically looking around her surroundings for anything that she could recognise through the dark. Breathing out she could see her breath which was when she began to realise how completely and utterly cold it was. What the hell was going on?

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

So my question here is: Why did everyone (that isn't new/making someone new) decide to take a go at these characters again? Why bring them back?

@Sep

My Answer is similar.

Iris West is by far my personal favourite, and I think other peoples too, that I have written. I wasn't as good a writer two years ago, and there are typos and errors all over the place but the story and the drama and the relationships all just mesh together in a way I feel like I have rarely managed. I don't know what resonates me with her so much, but something does. As such the fall of UOU really got to me, and then I never had a chance to play her again (Someone always beat me out to play the Flash in the ultimate style games). Now that, in her world, Barry is dead and gone, as is Thawne (probably you never know with that guy) I really want to explore who Iris is as the Flash without all this weighing on her, all these thoughts of destinies and timelines. She's going to embrace the role and the part she has to play and make it her own.

In terms of Thor, I've attempted him several times as I love the mythos and I feel like my last interpretation of Thor for WoH was pretty strong. So initially there'll be some copypasta but there are also some story beats I want to hit differently to make it better, as I really enjoyed what I had going on and think anyone else willing to read it will enjoy it.

Though I have to say other than these two characters, I'm looking forward to lots of little one-shot random interactions with people, be it with these characters or just something random.

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

I like all this energy! After work I'll type up my response to my question.

Just fulfilling the part I played in UOU and facilitating discussion.

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

Midgard was once a world with Pantheons upon Pantheons, more Gods than many other worlds combined. The small, seemingly insignificant rock adrift in space a nexus point for various realms to come together. Over time some faded into obscurity, others left the realm altogether. While others continued to play with their influence on the world, subtly interacting with the world according to their grand design. This is not the tale of one such God. This is the tale of…

THE SKIES // TEXAS // MIDGARD

There was a time when Thor had not answered prayers, such thoughts plagued his mind as the thunder rolled through the skies of Midgard. In the time before, when Asgard was but one of the many Pantheons interacting with Midgard, he had only cared for very little. The young(er) Godling, so tired of his training, so tired of the rules of Asgard and off his father, had turned his back on them and journeyed to Midgard. He couldn’t remember all the women he bedded and it was even less likely he could remember the foes he felled. The question often raised was ‘why had he killed?’. He wished that he could say it was due to some form of noble sacrifice, but instead it had been for the thrill. The raw power, the idea that the men he faced on the battlefield. Well, their lives were in his hands. There was a reason Thor had not been worthy of Mjolnir in the age of vikings, and even now he could still feel Mjolnir weigh heavy in his hand at the mere thought of it.

Now he had a different purpose.

NOXVILLE // TEXAS // MIDGARD

In the skies above the playground dark clouds billowed and roared in the distance, lightning danced behind them illuminating the sky. Had anyone truly been paying attention they may have even sworn that a figure moved through those clouds. Instead, all focus was on a group of boys surrounding one lonely girl, small and blonde tears ran down her face despite all her resolve, and courage. “-Shut up that’s not true!”

“Ah-huh. My Dad told me so, your dad is one of those freaks, what do you call them? Muties. Hear he even prays to Thor and Wonder Woman.” The lead bully outstretched his hand and pushed the girl by her shoulder, hard enough to knock her back however she was strong. She stayed on her feet.

“I bet that’s why he’s not here today, too ashamed to show his mutie face.” Two of the kids gave each other another high five. In the background the parents stood watching on, some of the kids looked back as the girl burst into tears, worried that one of the parents or guardians brought today might move to intervene. Lucky for them nobody was going to help the daughter of one of those Woken freaks. Believed that Thor and all his Asgard buddies were actual Gods and started to worship them instead of the one true God.

Just before the children could let loose another string of insults and abuse the school bell rang. Everyone moved inside the school as raindrops began to fall. Everyone except one scared little girl who stood alone crying. She wasn’t alone for long as two heavy feet landed beside her. Thor placed Mjolnir on the ground between them, kneeling as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright child?”

The girl recoiled slightly and gasped. “T...T...Thor?”

The God of Thunder merely nodded. “Aye. I was on my return to Asgard when I heard your prayers.”

The girl looked confused. “I didn’t say any prayers sir-”

“Call me Thor, as your people would say. The All-Father was my sire.” Thor did his best to give a reassuring smile. “You may not have knowingly called out to me, but us Gods are a strange bunch and so I am here to help. Tell me your name child, and what would you have me do?”

The girl smiled at school in what had felt like the first time in years. “My names Alison. My Daddy couldn’t come to school today and it is bring a parent or guardian to school day, I know your busy but could you-”

“It would be my honour, Alison.”

The two of them walked into school, through the hallway. The Janitor dropped his mop as they passed, Hope reached and opened the door walking into the classroom. The teacher turned to face her ignoring the man dressed as a mechanic that was standing at the front of the class. “Excuse me, Miss Blaire but if you can’t be bothered to arrive on time for my lesson then I suggest that someone of your nature would be best spending their time-”

Thor turned through the door and the whole classroom went quiet, from the teacher to the group of children and parents that had been whispering and sniggering among themselves at the back of the classroom, working his way through the door Alison moved towards her desk and signaled for Thor to join her. The teacher just grimaced as the Asgardian made his way through the room. The reactions of those in attendance were mixed, several of the cellular communication devices that humans coveted so much were already out taking photos of the Asgardian. As Thor moved to make his way to join Alison the teacher spoke up again. “Excuse me. Uh, Thor?”

Thor turned to the teacher, he did his best to ignore the venom in the mortals voice instead, Thor faced him with a smile. A genuine smile, that a Grandfather might offer a Grandson who had broken rules he didn’t understand. The teacher stepped forward and offered his hand in the gesture of ‘shaking hands’. “Mr. Blackwood, I’m Miss Blaire’s teacher. I appreciate you coming down here, though I am afraid this talk is for parents and guardians only.”

“Hail friend Blackwood. I would be honored to speak, for I am truly a Guardian to Alice and to all. Guardian of all the nine realms as my duty as Prince of Asgard and Odinson. Your S.H.I.E.L.D has also appointed me Avenger-” He turned to face the class as he twirled Mjolnir in his hand. “-and the strongest Avenger.” There were one or two laughs from that, as well as a couple of people scoffing muttering to themselves. Those he ignored. Should someone wish to challenge his claim, they could do it to his face. “It is these duties that bring me here on this day, to speak to the next generation of heroes and leaders on behalf of Alice.” He smiled at Blackwood. “As such I shall await my turn quietly, Stark has shown me enough of your television productions to know the correct way to behave in these situations.” Thor would never admit it to the self-centered industrialist, but Starks’s plan for Thor to ‘modernize’ himself slightly through the use of television and radio had worked. Or so he thought.

Blackwood grimaced. “Fine. Should you wish to stay, please speak first-” He turned to the mechanic that was just stood at the front during all of this. “Apologies Mr.Thorn.” He turned back to the Prince of Asgard, the so-called God. “I just feel it’s for the best, you are causing a disruption in my class and the last thing we need is a supervillain tearing up the school or a media circus outside. I’m sure you can understand.”

Thor nodded. “Aye.” Walking to the front of the class he placed Mjolnir down on the floor and stepped back. “Forgive me, for this is my first time doing this.” He looked out at the rest of the class. “I am Thor, Odinson. Prince to Asgard and protector of the nine realms. Including Midgard, this world you call home, which is why I am an Avenger, the strongest Avenger. Now, what would you like to know?”

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

So my question here is: Why did everyone (that isn't new/making someone new) decide to take a go at these characters again? Why bring them back?

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

Captain Sparkle Fingers

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

M I G H T Y T H O R

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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Thor is one of the oldest heroes, historically speaking. Having existed in a time where Gods and Humans interacted regularly, quite often they did battle as their peoples clashed. Thor did many a battle with ancient Gaelic and Scandanavian deities. His biggest test was against a figure clad in black, while he managed to survive the fight it took a toll on him. A drunk and a brute, when the All-Father Odin brought peace to the nine realms treaties were devised and the Asgardians withdrew from Midgard to focus on their more cosmic concerns.

Through his long life, Thor has witnessed the rising of the Green Lantern Corps, Nova Corps. Rise and Fall of Empires, and has always lent a hand to whoever may need it (usually in the form of helping smite one's enemies). For many years he did not mellow, his arrogance and violent tendencies commonplace and well known throughout eight of the nine realms. It took a plot from Loki, the threat of his father's death and banishment on Midgard for him to finally start to understand his true duties as God and Protector of the nine realms.

Now he divides his time evenly between Midgard, Asgard, and all the other nine realms. When on Midgard he swears loyalty to a noble group of heroes known as Avengers, heroes that helped him in his fight against Loki.

This Thor I'm going with a more traditional take, I still intend to go into some more traditional/folklore elements. I'll be exploring what it means for the world where a literal (self-proclaimed) God is active in the World and what affects that might have.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Thor at this point is a bit more mellow than my previous rendition off him, he still has a slight edge of arrogance. He spends most of his time on Midgard, despite Odin's protests, as he feels that is where he is needed most. He sees the potential in them, and how they can grow to be something great despite all the flaws in their past. Flaws that he has lived through, his banishment was a real eye-opening experience. He has always wielded power, so having his power removed gave him a chance to learn who he was without the power.

I want to see where Thor fits into a world with a Superman, and I honestly think the plot I have for Asgard is one of the best I've come up with. Just to blow my own horn.

How the Nine Realms work: The Nine Realms are extra-dimensional to Earth, systems that exist with Earth as a Central point. There are other planets/worlds within these realms, though they are smaller than the Galaxy at home. While the Bifrost is the may way connecting these realms, there are other more dangerous paths.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Plot Arcs

Whoever shall be worthy... - Thor must strive to continually be Worthy of Mjolnir, his greatest weapon.
Asgard Lost: What happens when the Crown Prince cannot return home? [Main Plot]

NPCs

Heimdall - Heimdall is charged with control of the Bifrost, and can see all which transpires through the nine realms. Thors most trusted ally.
Warriors Three - Hogun the Grim, Fandral the Dashing and Volstagg the Lion of Asgard. A group of noble warriors gathered by Thor to fight for the safety of the nine realms.
Lady Sif - Lady Sif was naught but a maiden until she grew the attention of Thor. Wishing to be a warrior the Prince gave her a chance when no-one else would, he has often suspected that there is some form of bond between them.
Loki Laufeyson - Thors younger brother, tried to take over Midgard for his father Laufey, to gain his help to take down Odin. Stopped by the Avengers, Loki has been missing ever since.
Amora the Enchantress - Former love of Thors. A most powerful enchantress.
Odin - The Allfather. King of Asgard, protector of the nine realms.
Frejya - Thor's mother, god from Vanaheim who married Odin as a union was made between Asgard and Vanaheim. While their marriage was officially to unite the two realms, they are truly in love.

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Galdhøpiggen // Norway // Ten Months Ago

A torrent of light came down from the sky striking the top of the mountain, burning runes into the ground as a tall figure walked out from the Bifrost, shining winged helmet, flowing blonde hair, and the unmistakable mass of Mjolnir at his hip. Thor was instantly recognizable even now as he stood atop the remote mountaintop onto a concrete platform. Two S.H.I.E.L.D agents flinched slightly, lowering their weapons again once they realized who it was. One went to begin a salute, while the other one just stood there stoically. As Thor approached, neither of the guards moved to open the door, Thor stopped shy of it and looked between them. “I seek entry into the Vault. I would have words with its occupant.”

The guards merely looked at each other, before the one who held the more stoic expression decided to answer. “I’m sorry Sir, we can’t allow that. You haven’t been given clearance to enter.”

Thor turned to the guard. “You must be mistaken, for I am Thor, Son of Odin. The strongest Avenger, without me this prison would not be here for I am the one who captured its occupant.”

The two guards exchanged looks. “I’m sorry Sir, Commander Hill gave us direct orders. Nobody in or out without her say so.” Thunder sounded off in the distance, barely more than an echo as Thor started to become agitated.

“Then call her up on one of your communication devices-”

“-But sir-”

Thor took a step towards the guard as he interrupted him. Thunder sounded off in the distance again, the faintest spark crackled along with the handle of Mjolnir. “I am not in a trying mood. I must speak to the prisoner now. If you intend to stand in my way, I will gain entry without your assistance.” The guards looked at each other, obviously not quite sure on what to do.

“Well Sir-” The guard barely spoke, sounds befitting more of a mouse came forth from his lips.

“Speak up Mortal.”

“Well Sir, I suppose it will be alright-” The other guard shot him a glance and he merely nodded his head towards Thor in a way Thor took to mean ‘well do you want to fight him?’ “-Afterall without you there wouldn’t be a prisoner, while you’re in there we’ll contact Hill.” Thor merely nodded and waited for the door to open, entering into the main room a series of turrets in the room sat all pointing into the prison. There was little fear of anyone moving to break into the prison, the only fear was the occupant breaking out.

It took Thor ten minutes to pass through the various checks and security checkpoints until he finally stood waiting for the final door to open. It opened like an iris, circular it opened from the center point of the center out towards the radius folding away into the walls. Inside the room suspended in the air was a circular glass unit. Shock absorbers held it in place above a pit. He didn’t know exactly how deep the pit was, merely that he had dug it for what felt like hours until he was bored. The fall may not be enough to kill the prisoner, but it would certainly cripple him. Moving as close to the cell as it allowed, he pulled up a nearby chair and sat on it. The chair groaning slightly underneath his weight.

The figure in the cell turned to face Thor.

“So Brother, how are things?”

Loki grimaced from inside his cell. “Oh they’re good Thor, these dimwitted mortals you’re so fond of just gave me some new rolls of yarn and knitting patterns.”

Thor raised an eyebrow at his brother who was sat there, raising his little knitted woolen hat in the air. “Oh come on Thor, don’t look at me like that. What do you expect me to do? I’m an immortal in prison guarded by mortals whose pathetic little lives are like ants. What do you want? Do you come to gloat? After all this time?”

The Avenger shook his head. “Nay, Loki. I merely come to see how you are, how you’re being treated, and to ask if you need anything. I have been speaking to our father-”

Loki stood up, throwing all pretense of knitting down with his little hat and needles. “Your Father, not mine. I only ever knew my father as a villain in the stories I was told by the man who kidnapped me.”

Thor grimaced. He wasn’t going to go into the whole speech about how Odin had done it to help unite their two peoples, as frankly he never quite understood it himself. This didn’t change that Loki was still his brother, no matter the ill that had befallen Midgard at his hands. He would not give up on the man he had grown up alongside. “Loki, no matter who your biological father was Odin loved you as a Son, Freyja also. She speaks of you often to anyone who will listen, and would visit herself should her station allow.”

Loki rubbed the brow of his forehead with one hand. “First of all, can you stop speaking like that?”

A look of confusion crossed Thors face. “Like what?”

“Like an Asgardian. You’ve spent five years coming to Earth, learn to speak properly, it’s not the eighteen hundreds anymore. I mean come on, if it wasn’t for our magic translating you into English you’d still be speaking Norse for Odin's sake. Get with the time's man.” Loki sighed. “Okay, second of all. If Freyja wanted to come here, she’d find away. Now, please. Leave me to my knitting.”

“Brother, it needn’t be like this. Perhaps if you were to come with me, back to Asgard-”

Loki scoffed.“What, so Odin can lock me away somewhere even worse than here? No thanks. I get television here, I get my magazines and I get my knitting. At least I have some form of entertainment. It’s better than being bound upside down with snakes injecting venom into my eyes.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this Loki, you made a mistake. You merely allowed your mischief to get out of hand, if I were to speak to Director Fury I’m sure-” Loki picked his knitting back up off the floor and begun again.

“Here’s what you’re not getting Thor. I’m not sorry for what I did, the lives lost. Damage is done.” He shrugged his shoulders. “What do you care anyway? You don’t know these people or their lives-”

“It is my sworn duty, I will protect Midgard and the Nine Realms-” Loki laughed, throwing his head back as he did so.

“Please, you just enjoy the hero worship. Getting to fly around and playing God again, I remember what you were like during the conquests. You imprison me for my misdeeds, but how many mortals fell at the hands of Jarnbjorn?”

A fire rose within Thor at the mention of his former weapon. All good humor and intent were lost from his face. “You know well that it was a different time back then, Midgard was full of war and Gods and we warred, too many have paid for our mistakes.”

Loki stood up, very carefully and gently this time. Placing the hat carefully on his seat. “We’re not so different after all. You ruled your people, made them worship you. All in the name of glory. The same way Odin sacrificed his brothers to gain control of Asgard and the nine realms, I made to sacrifice you to rule Earth. We aren’t all that different Thor.”

Thor stood. “Hear me well brother-” The figure of Loki disappeared from inside the cell. “-Brother?” He stepped forward and pounded on the wall of the cell. “I am not opening this cell, so you can stop your little parlor tricks now!” He reached down to Mjolnir and unclipped it from his belt. “I am in no gaming mood!” He turned around to leave and as he did so he looked down at his seat. Upon it sat a wooly hat.

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