Tiberious

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Dec 1, 2022
Tolbana Tavern Room
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The room was barren with only a bed and nightstand in the back corner. Nick stood in the doorway unable to move. There was no HUD, no health bar, nothing to show for what he was use to after being in SAO for a month.

A figure loomed in the center of the room, the detailing hard to make out. What is going on?

Something released its grip, giving power back to Nick's body. With a shaky step forward, Nicholas called out, "Wh... What is going on? Who are you?" The figure did nothing. "HEY!!! What is-" It cut him off, taking a step closer to reveal a dead man.

"Sau... No, You died. I watched you fucking die!!!"

Nick's lungs began to fill with air rapidly, hands producing sweat at a high rate. In an attempt to escape, he lunged to his old friend. In a poof of pixels it disappeared as the room began to spin. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Now in tears, Nick fell to his hands and knees. "I tried dammit. It did not help you jumped at every opportunity to play the hero." A presence could be felt to the left. "I am sorry... I did my best." An intense pain shot from his side as he was sent rolling across the room.

"You dragged me here, Nick. I was unsure but you said it would be fun. Now my SISTER IS ALL ALONE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" Those words stung. Nick had been thinking about what had happened several hours ago, about what Saul's family would do without him. Saul's parents died when he and his sister were at a young age. With their grandma being too old to really care for them, Saul had raised his sister and himself. He was the reason his friend was here, the reason he was dead. Saul now stood over Nick, pure black eyes glaring down judgment toward his old friend.

"What are you going to do now? Hmm." Entering hysteria, nothing but tears and groans came from the curled up ball of a person.

"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!"

Saul began to kick the downed Nick repeatedly, "You are worthless. You should not have survived that car wreck. I hope you make it through this nightmare, I hope you are there at the end. I want you to see hope before my sister comes to you and asks where I am? And I will haunt you. I won't let you lie to her, feed her some bullshit." Saul continued to rain blows, "The look on her face when you tell her that I died because of YOU." Saul's twisted face was the last thing he saw.

Nick awoke, drenched in sweat with little air in his lungs. He rushed to the window and threw it open, letting the cool night air in. It hit his lungs hard at first as he had trouble getting air in and out properly. It was just a nightmare, that is all. Though in the back of his mind, he felt that is would not end anytime soon.

Dec 2, 2022
Tolbana Theater
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Diavel finished up his speech addressing all the key points of what they were about to try and do.

Fools, all that will happen is death. That is our destiny. Death.

The ones who had come started to talk with one another, either leaving to do some quick grinding or finding people to group with. Nick did not move from his stop dead center of theater. His face hardened by death and lack of sleep from the nightmare. After several minutes, Diavel had finish talking to several of the other players when he noticed Nick sitting, and staring. His heroic face grinned at the site of his blacksmith.

"Ah, Rigsaw, I figured you would be here. I tried to get ahold of you yesterday but you were not near your set up." Nick's gaze was unmoved, continuing to stare forward. "Hey, Rig-" Diavel was cut off as Nick rose from his seat.

"Death will foil this plan, he always does. I have been blind for so long, trying to hide from him, but you can't Diavel. You can't" Nick's words were harsh and serious, nothing like the man Diavel knew.

"What happened? You can ta-" Nicholas grabbed the supporting arm Diavel was trying to extend. "Saul died. I failed. Now it is all making sense. First my family, now Saul." Nick threw Diavel's arm away, rejecting any sorrow. "We need you. Not just for your blacksmith skill, but because you are one of the few two-handers I know that knows what he is doing."

A laughter erupted from Nick, far louder than he anticipated. "Ahahahahahaha. You just don't get it. We are going to die here. All of us. Who knows when, or how, or why, but Death is coming. Nothing we do can stop him." Nick was now shouting, though it did not seem to be directed at Diavel. "Stop trying to be the heros of a tragic story, in the end we all die. There is no happy ending for us."

The look in his eyes said it all, Nick was lost.

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Not the sword skills, I know ill see it, The grouping

The Witch Hunt

I did, she is my second char. I made her a CS a few days ago, it is with my first char sheet

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Grouping without my help, I see how this relationship is...
Imma go somewhere where people care about me
*Wanders into the sunset*

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Fucking double post. I'll just leave this here

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Eh.

The Witch Hunt

The next few hours were spent in silence as Tiberious sat in the center of the old fort's master bedroom where someone of great power would stay. This room along with the War/Throne room rested behind the double doors that were on either side of the grand staircase of the main hall. Though the double doors were laced with small vines with were connected to a system of vines Saberia set up along the hallway which held the door to the War/Throne room and the ancient training room underneath. If anyone tried to enter this area, Saberia would know. She sat in the old, worn stone throne with the door to the bedroom behind her. Waiting for her new master to finish meditating, Saberia began to doze off. The vines would wake her, so fear did not hold her back. As sleep's embrace was about to take hold, a door opened.

"Saberia." A stern voice could be heard behind the throne. She jumped out of the seat, eager as ever. "Yes Master Tiberious?" Though he was still his red robes, the armor plating at covered his arms, chest and legs were removed. "Anything new?" he asked calmly, walking from behind the throne. "The fort is coming together nicely. Walls are being rebuilt, old items restored, and many have began to explore the rest of the fort. Oh, and the mage you injured is recovering," she stated with a smile. Tiberious nodded. "If he had not, he would not have deserved to live. Though, the whole Terror thing will not help." He scratched his chin as he took a seat in the throne. "What is this Terror of The South they mentioned?" Saberia asked with a curious look in her bright, yellow eyes. A hardy laugh filled the room. "It is a silly fable."

"Many years ago, my master and I were on a mission in the southern portion of Altea. A large group of 30 paladins or so were searching for us. They went from town to town, village to village, looking for two powerful mages. They used torture and intimidation to get what they wanted. But no one knew anything. We used different names everywhere we went, and only stayed anywhere for a day at most." Tiber paused, watching Saberia as she sat on the large, center stone table. "My master though, had a plan. He wanted to test the paladins once again, as this was a hobby of sorts for him. He led them to a village far south, almost isolated from civilization. When the paladins arrived, no villagers could be found. They figured maybe this was our base or we had killed everyone there. But no, we had warned the village a group of powerful mages were coming and they should hide in the woods nearby. When they gathered at the town square, my master unleashed him." Saberia tilted her head, "Him?" Tiberious closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Xeriun, a powerful demon from The Beyond who had formed a pact with my master. My master would provide magic to him from a number of sources, and in return Xeriun would heed my master's call. The battle was quick was the paladins were slaughtered, their "Light" could not stop Xeriun, my master, and I. Few survived. We let them live to a story of fear. Thus the Terror of the South was born. They blamed what happened in all the villages and towns on us, making us bigger than we were."

Saberia listened to every word, taking notes in her mind about the story. "So why not defend the story to what actually happened out there?" Tiberious chuckled, "Silly girl. That would do no good for our cause. What happened in the past should stay in the past. Besides, that story might be used to our advantage." Saberia took in what he said before nodding. "So, what is our next move?" Tiber sat in the throne for several seconds, taking his time to answer. "Well, all we got right now is these papers that will let us go anywhere, and a old fort. Not a whole lot to work with, but it is a start. Go around the fort, be my eyes and ears. Explore. Report back here in a hour." Saberia grinned, bowing to Tiberious, "Will do."

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Saberia

Gathering her vines back onto her robe, Saberia headed into the hallway, stopping before the door that led to the large empty room underneath the War/Throne room. Letting her vines stretch onto the walls, she scanned the the winding stairway that went down several stories. The room was truly empty, with used dust and thick stone walls the only thing she could sense. She took a moment before heading out into the main hall. Now many mages wondered throughout, exploring their new home. Many bickered over rooms or items, trying to claim whatever they could. A giggle escaped Saberia lips, finding how foolish everyone seemed. Most her life was spent helping the Witch of The Black Forest and her two apprentice, and now she was surrounded by many people she did not know. Then she noticed a group five mages going from group to group, chit-chatting with everyone they met. Four were clearly fire mages, though the fifth was not, at least he did not look like one. Red skin, horns, these are things she had not seen on a human, or any race for that matter. Saberia decided to follow the group, curious as to who this fifth mage was and why he was being given so many gifts. After several minutes, the group rounded a corner before they came to a halt. As she got closer, she could make out the end on a sentence, "...highest form of flattery?" Saberia came around the corner, as the group of five had stopped in front of a female. She wore a chain mail chest piece and had a strange fire in her hand. That looks like that one mages flame from earlier. Saberia watched silently, waiting to see what would happen next.

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Just talk to him. "Man up". It will be fine. Though I think it is funny you came to us for help

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

MY BRAIN IS NOT IN MY BODY, NEITHER IS MY HEART!!!!!!! I AM UNKILLABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~At the bottom of the Stairs~ An S.A.O RP

Lilium IS DEAD. YOUR NEW LEADER ADOLF HILTER 2.0 WILL NOW LEAD US TO GLORY