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World of Light

@Gentlemanvaultboy

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World of Light

Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge, Land of Adventure
Word Count: 332

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Agoston nodded at Geralt after a moment. "Greetings, Geralt. Silver and steel. Monster slaying. Fascinating stuff- there's so many stories in this room it boggles the mind. In my world, the creatures feel utterly mundane compared to the magic beasts of other lands. Though I suppose you and other people probably feel the same way about the things living in your lands. Still, I suppose that's what nights like tonight are for; to regale each other of tales from distant and alien places."

He laughed heartily as Poppi made a brief appearence. "That one's name is Poppi. Friendly enough- and more courageous than they look." After a moment he caught a glance of one of the delicious meals being prepared. "If you'll excuse me a moment- I'm famished."

Finding something familiar, he picked a plate of potatoes, steak, and vegetables. Clearly the Centurion knew the meals required to keep a warrior going, though he pondered if perhaps his dietary requirements would change now that he was...different. Hopefully he wound return to normal after all this was over- he surely didn't mind the power up but it didn't feel right to be all white, and red, bright eyes and sharper teeth. People back home wouldn't know what to think of him, and Agoston couldn't blame them. Spotting an empty seat, he spotted Linkle and Ryu. They were both looking over various objects, like a reward. Ryu seemed much healthier. The difference was obvious- the martial artist was no longer under Galeem's control. Grinning cheerily, he set his plate down and stomped over.

"Ryu, it's good to see you again! Especially now that you seem more yourself." He turned his gaze toward Linkle. "Did you best him in combat and free him from his control? An astonishing feat, for sure!" It was good to see. Even though the scale of Galeem's conquest was unimaginable, slowly but steadily they would chip away at his control. One soul at a time.

World of Light

Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge, Land of Adventure
Word Count: 452

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

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Centurion didn't manage to catch anything. He had no bow, and his armor was loud and clanking. His compatriots quickly disposed of any foul beasts headed their way, so Agoston took on the task of doing his part in carrying some of the meat and other loot scavanged from hunted animals. All in all, it was a successful hunting trip. Probably? It was kind of hard to tell. The huntress seemed pleased, either way. Afternoon was finally setting, and the sunset was a beautiful thing to behold. Still, he began to grow homesick. It reminded him of the Fire's Eclipse. Once every summer, the sun would set in a unique way. Mt. Ignis, the dormant volcano next to his hometown of Cinder's Mill, would cup the sinking sun like a bowl. The sun, for a brief moment, would look like a big, glowing orange fruit in the bowl of the volcano. It almost looked as if Mt. Ignis was erupting once again after it's thousand year slumber. Fortunately, such a thing never happened. He wondered if Cinder's Mill was still there. Our perhaps it had been taken somewhere, like Lumbridge. He hadn't seen his mother in years- where was she? Was her house abandoned and quiet? Gathering dust? What about all the dogs, cats, and rats? Were they wandering the abandoned town, or had they been swept away by Galeem's power?

Too many questions. It was beginning to gloom up the celebration. A feast was in order. The guildarm was immensely busy, and a vast majority of his fellows in arms were gathering back in Lumbridge. Even Ryu was there. Agoston would have to keep an eye on him, just to see what he would do next. It was good to know that some people maintained who they were.

"Quite the busy day we've had," he remarked to Tora, Poppi, and Bowser. He glanced around at the gathering group. "Good to see you all again. Linkle, Micheal, Franklin, I hope you are well. Courier! Greetings! I'd say the rest of your names but I'm sure I've forgotten them, and we don't have all night. Though, there are some of you I don't recognise." One individual particlarly caught his eye. A white-haired, cat-eyed man with two swords sheathed on his back.

"Greetings, compatriot," he decided to introduce himself. "My name is Magnumus Agoston, Centurion. I have a question. Why do you have two swords on your back. Is it incase the first one breaks?" Certainly there was a more outlandish reason for it, but it was the first one he could think of off the top of his head. Personally, Agoston had a squire's horse carry his extra weapons.

World of Light

Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP
Location: The Hamlet
Word Count: 304

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"Sure, I can hunt," Agoston responded to Bowser. "It is one of my many proud past times. However, where I come from, deer is the largest, toughest thing I ever killed with a bow and arrow. One time me and a group of scouts had to kill a bear, but that was more out of necessity than hunting sport. Also, I don't have a bow on me. I imagine this creature we're after is of the bizarre and supernatural variety that I have no experience with.

Centurion stared at the pigs and their speech patterns. This world is a curious one. He looked at the kind people, scanning them up and down. To be honest, some of their speech went over his head. It reminded him of direct translation from the old tongues into the modern languages.
"Well, we are quite busy, Sir Truffleston. There's a war on, you know." He turned to his allies. "As much as I can coming to appreciate this mercenary lifestyle, our attention should remain focused on one task at a time. I say we deliver these supplies as soon as possible and make short work of whatever beast we're after. Then, we should probably focus on getting everyone regrouped to complete our goal."

Indeed, the group of warriors assembled to defeat Galeem have scattered. Their cohesion was non-existant. Centurion had seen this kind of thing before when working with sellswords- often they did as they pleased. While fortunately the heroes of this group were decidedly more good natured, they were far braver aswell and eager to go on their own adventures. Hopefully the rewards and resources they all have gathered in the meantime have been worth it. Eliminating the lieutanents of Galeem, then slaying the false god itself is their ultimate goal, afterall.

World of Light

Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP
Location: Morgensloft Field
Word Count: 268
@DracoLunaris@Lugubrious

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Centurion raised his arm in greeting to the Nopon. "Hail, Tora! Yes, let us gather some wheat." He announced, approaching the field. This place was somewhat unnerving. It had the feeling of a battlefield. A tension, as if something was about to burst. Perhaps he was just imagining things- his instincts may very well be out of place in this strange new amalgamate of the multi-verse. God's domain was far more expansive than Agoston ever could have imagined. The fact that he was now so casually conversing with a creature such as Tora was absolutely baffling, yet here he was doing it. He had read that one of the things that seperated humanity from the beasts was their adaptability. Humans can theoretically survive in almost any environment. He supposed now that went for creatures with a human like intelligent. He had never met any non-human sapient beings before, but he had to imagine the same went for them as well. Centurion was hardly any stranger than anything else, really. Especially after his...modifications.

Still. Tora was quite strange to look upon. Would a being such as he be happy in the Empire?

Well, no matter. On to farming. How hard could it be? Agoston had watched peasants farm many a time. Even better, this abandoned farm had already gathered and raised a lot of foodstuffs. All they had to do was find them.

Centurion began his search, trying to put his big arms to good use. "Food for the hungry! There is hardly a more noble cause!" He announced, scooping up a bundle of something that was probably wheat.

World of Light

I'm going to get a post up soon. I didn't have an opportunity to focus on this last week.

World of Light

Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge
Word Count: 489

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Agoston nodded. "Thank you, Guildarm." As he was about to leave, Kamek appeared and the two had a brief but effecient encounter. Centurion thanked the wizard koopa for his guidance and began quickly making his way over to join Tora, Poppi, and the rest of the Koopa Troop. Ingredients, getting food. That sounded all find and dandy. Resources like that were vital for an army's conquest, though Agoston never handled the logistics side of things. Usually, he did the plundering, stealing, and burning of enemy resources. All's fair in war, he supposed. Still, that was different.

Things on his...homeworld (is that the right term?) were different than they here here. Despite the fact that this placed was embroiled in almost constant conflict, it was clear it was unnatural. People were trying to put a stop to it. The Centurion was born and raised in a place of eternal conflict. Peace was a dirty word or an unattainable dream. At least here, once Galeem is destroyed, there can be a happy ending. His Emperor had tried his best, but not even the Empire could take over the entire world, at least not easily. They had been making steady progress over the last 200 years, but this Galeem took over entire universes in a single day! Really made one think. About the nature of power and how one uses it. The Centurion glanced down briefly at his enhanced form and summoned great heat from within. Made one think indeed. He wondered if would keep the power he had earned when he returned to his homeland. What could he do with it? He could smite a thousand enemies of the Emperor if he so wished.

Or perhaps he could do something different. No time for thoughts like these now- Agoston didn't even know if he was going to survive all this nonsense. Best to focus on the current war effort.

Taking the guild masters advice, the now slightly less armored man began to hurry, breaking into a light jog. The forests to the east, or the plains to the south of that. Centurion, with the help of Kamek's advice, oriented himself to the south east. He had travelled considerable distances in his time as a a centurion. Marches lasted for months, journeys in total could last years. It was fair to say he had spent most of his life outside the Empire he fought to protect.

His Gladius was thankfully a bit more graciously sized since his recent slight shrinkage. He didn't mind at all. Now it was more of a short sword than an annoyingly small dagger. Still, he felt more comfortable with his fists than ever before. Heating these suckers up and smacking them with his new skill? They would pack quite the wallop- as long as he could get in range.

Centurion was on his way to reunite with the crew of people gathering ingredients for the hungry.

World of Light

Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge
Word Count: 276

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Agoston found a nearby stream and looked at himself in the rippling reflection. His buzzcut was now tinged with steel white, and his eyes had a striking white core within the flames. His form shrunk, and to be honest he was glad for it. It would probably make it easier to fly if he ever wanted too, and being so tall made him feel clunky. He still looked just as strong as he was, though, which was excellent. Physical strength was always important to the Centurion, though in many other worlds it seemed a variety of other skills were very highly valued as well.

One thing he noticed was an immediate uptick in martial skill, similar to his own military training, but with extra tricks. He felt like he could take on anyone in a hand to hand fight. Agoston stood from the stream and boxed the air, finding himself moving with startling fluidity and explosiveness in his movements. It felt good. Ryu, even in his corrupted state, had helped the righteous cause with this gift.

With a new freedom in his joints, Agoston took the short walk back to town. He realized that the party was getting a bit discombobulated when he had a hard time finding anyone. They weren't a formal unit, they were all just stragglers. He himself had contributed to the mess. Walking into the guild hall he asked the guild master a question.
"Guild Master. Do you know where my friends went? In particular, how about the, uh..." He thought for a moment. "The big turtle one. Named Bowser, King of the Koopas, you couldn't have missed him."

World of Light

Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 3 - (17/30) EXP
Location: Lumbridge Outskirts
Word Count: 2,113

Collab with Lugubrious

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Agoston frowned, thinking back on his home. It was good to know that not all places were like his own. Even though he missed it dearly, there were some things that needed to change that never would. ”It’s a sad state of affairs, my friend.” He agreed, nodding. Accepting Ryu’s challenge, he expertly threw his gladius into the ground, the blade embedding itself into the dirt. Centurion took a few steps to the side, distancing himself from the blade and getting into his unarmed battle stance. It was similar to that of a boxer or an MMA fighter, his hands by his head, body tilted to the side.

The last thing the Centurion expected was for Ryu to jump and sail over him. He had to get used to fighting opponents of extraordinary ability. Infact, he was now one of those warriors with extraordinary ability himself. The kick landed between Agoston’s shoulder blades, and he stumbled forward. Whirling around he took the first punch to the jaw and just managed to block the second. Preparing to counter attack, Centurion was took off guard as Ryu exploded upwards. The Shoryuken made impact, and the bigger man was knocked into the air, off his feet. Landing with a thud on his back, Agoston growled in frustration, chastising himself. He was giving off a poor first impression! Getting to one knee he punched the ground to psych himself up, and pushed off in a lunge towards his opponent. He brought his boot up to kick Ryu in his center of mass to push him off balance. The kick was filled with power that made it difficult to catch or parry, most people simply had to get out of the way and Centurion was hoping that his opponent would dodge or get hit. These two outcomes were preferable, as he could quickly continue his offence in either outcome.

Agoston’s mighty kick surged forward, but it didn’t exactly take Ryu off guard. The world warrior did, after all, fight superhumans often. Inhaling deeply, he transitioned to a sidelong stance, leaning forward with most of his weight on his front leg with the back stuck straight out behind at an angle, like a support strut. Ryu bent his elbow, bringing bicep and tricep together to block, and he pressed his wrists together so that the off hand could support the former. The Centurion’s kick landed with a great smack, sending dust flying from Ryu’s gi and sliding him back along the ground, but the man did not budge. “Impressive.” After a moment the kick’s force came to a standstill, and Ryu pushed his arms to the side as he came around with a roundhouse kick.

The kick connected as the surprised Centurion spun, turning with the impact to disengage. He took a moment to collect himself, and raised one eyebrow. ”Apparently not that impressive.” He admitted. Ryu was powerful. Agoston would have to be smarter. This time around, he took the initiative. Lunging in, he made as if to do another kick, only this time he shifted his momentum hard and brought his foot down into a stomp against Ryu’s foot. Then he went to do a series of quick jabs against his opponents face.

Ryu’s face hardened as his opponent’s foot landed on his own, the intense impact fairly painful. Stepping backward, he tightened his focus, immediately internalizing the lesson. He stood ready as the Centurion jabbed three times in quick succession, blocking the first two. By the time the third of the series came out, however, he’d picked up on the timing. This time, he dropped as he whipped his forearm against Agoston’s knocking it to the side in a deft parry. Already tensed to move, Ryu launched off the ground into a spinning kick. “Tatsumak!” The force of his spin suspended him as he delivered two spinning kicks, the final impact knocking the Centurion away.

Centurion steadied himself, grinding his heels to halt. He was beginning to feel out his opponent, and it wasn’t looking to be an easy fight. Guard up, Agoston walked tensely towards Ryu. He threw a quick jab low towards Ryu’s abdomen, then brought his other hand to punch Ryu across the face. Centurion was hoping to get enough momentum going to lay on the assault, but his opponent was a wall, so far preventing him from gaining the advantage.

As Agoston approached with a high guard, Ryu waited half a second before preparing a low sweep. However, Agoston’s guard came down just then, and his quick strike landed on Ryu just as he started to attack. It flowed seamlessly into a the next, a strong cross. Recognizing his error, the fighter backed up, and without wasting a second brought his hands together to spark a mote of blue energy. “Hadoken!” He launched the fireball at Agoston with ease, and immediately jumped forward. If the Centurion blocked and then tried a counterattack, or tried to avoid the fireball by jumping himself, Ryu was ready.

As the warrior backed up, Centurion was ready, happy to finally have gotten some hits in without immediately taking some himself. His opponents next trick was a strange one, and a fireball was on his way, his opponent following behind it. This reminded him of a Shinobi who would harass him with ranged strikes and follow up swiftly behind him. The solution to that? Centurion lunged forward, his feet leaving the ground. He brute forced his way through the fireball with a grunt, taking the damage and emerging through the flames, delivering downwards punch to Ryu’s shoulder. Using the momentum from this he crouched a little low.

A flame started at his shoulder and trailed down his arm. ”Incredibilis!”
He shouted, delivering a massive uppercut against his foe.

The armored move caught Ryu off-guard, smacking him out of his jumping attack. It left him off the ground just enough for the Centurion’s incindiary uppercut to cannon squarely into his gut. Ryu flew a short distance with a hefty gasp and tumbled along the ground. No stranger to brutal blows, he ended up on one foot and one knee, but the strike left him rattled. Immediately he set about restoring his breathing, and to do that he needed a little space. “Hadoken! Hadoken!” One after another, more fireballs flew Agoston’s way.

Centurion cracked his knuckles. As the fireballs came his way, he dodged one and blocked the other, crossing his arms infront of him, the flames colliding and dissipating across his form. Usually, he was able to follow that punch with a pounce attack, but Ryu was no usual foe. Clear of the fireballs, Centurion ran towards his opponent, trying not to let him regain his footing. Seeing the crouching Ryu, Agoston raised his foot and attempted to boot Ryu directly in the face.

Just what Ryu was waiting for. From his crouch, he executed a neutral jump, soaring over Agoston’s boot. As he fell, he let loose a weighty straight punch at his adversary’s head, then combo’d into another dragon punch. This time he landed before the Centurion, and he couched his palms to summon a brighter azure flare. He threw the EX hadoken into his foe’s path.

Centurion had planted himself on the ground after the missed kick. the fist hitting his bald head with a thwack. Turning around, he barely blocked the dragon punch and stumbled back. At the last moment, he charged, aiming to crash his fist down upon the crashing Ryu. Only then there was a massive ball of shining energy that filled his entire vision. His momentum was cancelled and he realized he was off his feet, the ball collided with his abdomen and pushed him backwards. The air was knocked out of him and the EX hadoken exploded, sending him flying through the air. ”Wooooaaaaahhhh!” He cried out in surprise as he crashed down on the ground onto his back. For a moment he stared up at the sky, blinking. After a moment, breathing heavily, he propped himself on his elbows and looked over at Ryu.

”Wow! Bene pugna!” He exclaimed heartily after a moment, struggling to his feet. His whole body hurt, but he felt rejuvenated. Eventually he wobbled upright, rolling his neck and shoulders, trying to squeeze out some of the aching.

Seeing this, Ryu relaxed. He crossed his arms, gave a smile, and said. “You fought well. I was honored.” Though his eyes bore Galeem’s red irises, the world warrior did not fight on. He approached, and offered Agoston a clap on the back. “After a bout like that, you’ve more than earned your reward. I have two spirits in my bag, but the other is for another challenger. Or, if you want another round later.” For his part, Ryu appeared to have broken a sweat, though he did not seem to be tired or in bad shape. A life of constant battle, at the expense of all else, truly did breed results.

From his bag, resting beside the shade tree on the hilltop, Ryu retrieved three spirits. Inside one’s core was a young woman with sparkling blue hair. Another harbored a burly man with a shock of blonde hair, rising like a pillar atop his head. Whichever one Agoston wanted was his for the taking. The last held a lithe man with brawling mitts and a cape.

Agoston smiled sadly, seeing the man’s red eyes and realizing his condition. All Ryu strived for was a good battle, and even now he continued on his journey, but despite that his will was not wholly his own. It wouldn’t be, not until this war was over. Still, in a way he was helping the good fight by offering his reward, even though Agoston lost the fight. Somewhere inside, there was a flare of indignity, as if him losing this fight was somehow wrong. That the Centurion deserved to win. But those thoughts were inappropriate, and Agoston had been in many fights like this before, and new how to act properly.
”Thank you, warrior. May our paths cross again.” That being said, three people were available to lend their strength to the Centurion. He did not recognize any of them, so he had to judge on their appearance whether or not they would be particularly useful to him. The blue haired woman he had no idea what powers she possessed, but the two men looked like strong fighter types. Gingerly, he reached out his hand to the Spirit that contained the man who was sensible enough to wear a fashionable cape. Palming it, he nodded gratefully at Ryu. Turning his back with a habitual flourish, he stalked back down the hill and towards Lumbridge, seamlessly removing his gladius from the dirt and placing it back in its sheathe.

A while later, he came to a stop, sitting on a stump in a clearing. He rolled the core between his hands after a little bit, hesitant. He still hadn’t gotten quite used to his new dragon based abilities, and he was already going to modify himself further? Were these changes permanent? Sighing, he decided it didn’t matter. There was a war to be one, and he wasn’t strong enough to win it as the Centurion he once was. Adapting to new circumstances was the key to victory. Resolved, he took the Spirit between his two palms and placed it carefully against his forehead, and pushed the mote into his head.

The reaction was immediate. Another surge of iridescent power filled him, altering his being, though not as wildly as it had the first time when he absorbed megadragonbowser. Agoston’s hair shortened, becoming interspersed flame red and sharp silver. Growing a touch paler, he decreased in size just a little, though not in terms of musculature. A stone-gray core appeared in his eyes within the brilliant orange. Turning bright red, his cape got larger and more elaborate, and his metal gauntlets turned to metal-studded red boxing gloves. Expertise flooded him; suddenly, boxing prowess was etched into his muscles. Adaptable, punishing, high-speed hand-to-hand combat felt like a part of him, as if it had always been there.

For Agoston

Rare spirit devoured:
Akihito Sanada
Slightly affecting his overall physique as well as the appearance of his hair and eyes (adding steely gray to the burning orange of his hair and eyes), this spirit contains lithe strength. It makes the host a little more serious, sarcastic, and cool-headed under normal circumstances but more aggressive against monsters. Confers the Strength Boxing Prodigy, making its host thoroughly well-versed in the boxing style. Also confers the Weakness Zoner’s Delight, decreasing his ability to avoid deal with projectile-reliant opponents

World of Light

Getting a post up tomorrow evening. I bring this update to you with my keyboard underneath my right hand, and a ham sandwich in the other. Lunch break, away!