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The last known details on the Prime known as The Humble Sage stated that he had fled towards the Vasty Deep in a cloak of white. Made sense to start his investigation there. Hiro made his way through the bustling streets of Coruscant to Tier 1, and stepped through the gate to the Deeps, emerging in the hot sun and salty air of Costa del Sol. 

Just as he did the first time he entered Coruscant, he paused, stepping away from the gate so as to not block foot traffic, and took in the scenery. It was a surprising mix of tech and quaint, terracotta island buildings. Sun and shade were in equal supply here, and random tourists with bright, loud shirts dotted the entry plaza. Another shining example of Imperial management success. Now to think...

Hiro pulled up his profile on the Sage, and read for a bit. The gate from Coruscant let out right into the heart of the city, but the gate from the Nexus was located more on the outskirts. That would be his first destination. He tried to put himself in the Sage's mind as he walked through the crowds. Fleeing the scene of a crime, dressed in white? He would have stood out. No sense trying to blend into the crowd, he'd stick out like a cigarette in a pack of cigars. Which reminded Hiro. 

He'd been meaning to try some of the local cigars, having gotten a taste for the Sunshine Slims that could be found in convienience stores all over Coruscant. As he entered the more low-tech, dockside region of Costa, he spotted a vendor with rolled brown cylinders on a cheap table, not one hundred feet from the gate. "What's up friend? Lemme get a few of those rollos?" 

The proprietor blinked and gave him a nearly toothless smile. "Sho ting, brudda. How many ya be wantin?" Hiro shrugged. "If I buy five and a holding case, will you tell me if you saw someone that looked like this a while back?" He swiped the air and a 3D model of the Sage fleeing appeared in front of the vendor. The man held his tobacco stained fingers up to his chin and stroked it thoughtfully, while picking out Hiro's purchase and packaging it up. "Coo be, coo be me frenn. I tink I seent him runnin' cross de plaza. He duck into dere, and no come out for long time."

The man pointed down the street to a sign for an inn. The Velvet Dolphin. Hiro nodded, dismissing the hologram and paying for him purchase with Imperial scrip, moremore than the cigars were worth. Igniting one with a flick of his lighter , he puffed deeply on it and sucked in the spicy, flavorful smoke before exhaling a dark cloud over the market and heading towards the inn.

It was very cold.


Is something Rasteva might have said or thought if they had any nerve endings. To be fair it certainly LOOKED cold. The Daemon had entered the strange Portal leading from the white expanse and found themselves standing on an ice floe in the midst of howling wind and snow, sure indicators that is was in fact cold.


But that was besides the point.


Rasteva peered over the edge of the ice floe and beheld only dark waters rushing past their field of view. Water was a problem for the Daemon as their chosen form wasn’t particularly buoyant, and even for all their knowledge they had not a single clue how to swim. The armored figure took a moment to pause and consider their options for a moment. Turning back through the Gateway seemed the most viable option, but the Daemon had not long ago established that finding another any time soon may be out of the question. Much less did they know if what lie on the other side was hospitable at all should they come across another Portal. On the other hand, Rasteva knew that crossing the field of ice would be difficult if not impossible for them. Most of the ice did not look capable of supporting the large Daemon’s weight, and Creation only knew how deep the black waters ran. Gripping Raumspalter tightly in one hand, Rasteva lowered their bulk as close to the surface of the ice as they could and carefully sidled closer to the edge of the ice floe. Easing their Glaive over the edge, the Daemon began to slowly ease the massive weapon into the dark waters. Foot after foot of the pole weapon disappeared beneath the surface, and Rasteva was nearly elbow deep in the water before the Rasteva decided to halt Glaive’s descent halted altogether. The armored figure balanced themselves at the edge of the ice floe rather precariously as they hauled Raumspalter out of the waters, the gears already turning in their mind.


The water was deep, this much was certain, but Rasteva had the advantage of being much taller than most beings. Raumspalter’s blade stretched a few feet over the Daemon’s head and even still it could not reach the bottom of the waters. All the same Rasteva did not consider the water too deep, The shore could be seen not far off from where they were situated and as the metal figure had no lungs they had no reason to worry over the need for air. Provided that they could keep moving in the right direction, the Daemon surmised that they could walk to shore in a reasonable amount of time. The waters could however pose other dangers to the Daemon and they still worried about the strong currents beneath the waves and potentially hungry beasts lurking beneath the waves. Rasteva continued to stare at the waters as they collected their resolve. The dark waters were certainly threatening, but they assured themselves that it was not a challenge beyond their own capabilities. Nodding firmly, the Daemon slid their legs over the edge of ice and tried to slip into the water as carefully as they could.


Of course it did not go as gracefully as they wanted.


When nearly a ton of metal shifts to the edge of an already precariously balanced platform, there was really only so much nonsense it would allow before giving up and allowing physics to take over completely. And so it was with a great deal of fanfare, and an even greater deal of embarrassment that Rasteva was bucked off the rocking ice floe and into the dark waters it below. The Daemon did not sink gracefully at all, and rather like a meteor hurled from space. Touching down on the seabed heavily, a cloud of dirt erupted on the bottom and obscured the Daemon from view for a great while. Rasteva took this time to regret every decision they had made thus far, it wasn’t as if the murky waters provided any other entertainment after all.


Once they had surmised that enough time was spent wallowing in their own pity, the Daemon began their slow march forward. The going was a bt difficult, as the muck of the seabed sucked at the Daemon’s metal boots with each step, and they prepared themselves for an excruciatingly long walk to the shore. Glancing upwards the Daemon could see beams of light filtering through the cracks in the ice. So long as they moved diligently in the direction the assumed the shore was, Rasteva did not foresee anything worse happening to them than what they had already endured thus far.


Rasteva was a Daemon of many talents, and not a single one of them included being able to see into the future.


The darkness of the waters did not provide much in the way of scenery. A rock here, some kelp there, and mud as far as one could see. The Daemon could not even recall seeing fish of any sort and began to wonder if they might come across any at all. It seemed that they did not have to wait long, for no sooner did the thought cross their mind did a small silver fish zip by the Daemon’s visor. It was not alone for another was close on its tail. Rasteva would have taken a moment to muse over the sight but they never got the chance because they were soon gifted with more fish to look at then they had actually wished for. An entire school of fish rushed past the Daemon, many of them parting round them to make way for the metal figure’s bulk. Rasteva watched the school’s passing with some interest, practically entranced by the sight.


This enjoyment was immediately cut short as one of the fish decided that this exact moment would be a good a time as any to get itself stuck in the visor of Rasteva’s helm.


Grabbing at the slippery creature with metal claws, the Daemon attempted to wrest the struggling fish out of their helm. Rasteva’s irritation was growing by the second, but as with all things that too would pass.


Only to become replaced with an immediate sense of dread.


As they finally managed to pry the poor fish out of their helm, Rasteva became very aware of a dark shadow slowly passing over them. Gazing up frantically the Daemon was gifted with the knowledge of WHAT exactly the school of fish was fleeing from. From nose to fluke the beast was well over twenty feet long, its pale belly contrasting sharply against the relative darkness of the waters. High pitched clicks and whistles emanated from the creature’s bulk as it passed over Rasteva, and the Daemon had enough foresight to still their movements completely.


Naturally it did not travel alone.


The armored figure remained stock still as more of the beasts swam past, all clicking and squealing shrilly. For a moment the Daemon swore that they could feel the sounds rattling around in their armor. It was a rather intrusive sensation, and they felt as if they were being closely examined even though the group of sea beasts ignored them completely. Or most of them did, one drifted uncomfortably close to the Daemon and it took a great deal of willpower to not draw Raumspalter. This one significantly smaller than its kin, not much longer than Rasteva was tall. Its whistles increased in pitch as it drew closer to the hapless Daemon and nudged them with its nose in apparent curiosity. Panic gripped Rasteva for the first time in eons, and the Daemon could do nothing but allow the beast to prod at them lest it alert the rest of its kin to their presence.The smaller creature continued to click loudly, seemingly pleased to have found a new plaything and nudged at Rasteva a bit harder. The Daemon cursed internally as they toppled over onto the seabed, wondering what they had done to deserve such mistreatment. And yet they continued to remain still, terrified that any movement would send the creature into panic. Metal would more than likely be unpalatable to the beast, but that would not keep it from tearing the Daemon apart in its jaws should it feel threatened.


Though as the creature’s mistreatment of them continued, Rasteva began to entertain the thought of just ending it all.


Finally, and mercifully the small beast grew bored with Rasteva, its new toy not nearly stimulating enough to keep its attention. Whistling loudly it floated off on the tail of its kin, not wanting to be left behind. Rasteva lay there on the seabed for a long while, indignation furiously coursing through their physical form. Never in all their millennia of existence had they EVER thought they wind up as some ugly fish beast’s plaything. And yet here they were, sitting at the bottom of some unknown ocean in some unknown universe where its God was surely high above laughing at the Daemon’s misfortune.


And so it was at that moment that Rasteva decided with a terrifying level of finality, to wage war on every whale in existence.


But that would have to wait for the time being.


Using Raumspalter as a crutch, the Daemon hauled themselves to their feet. They were uninjured, or at least whatever it was that passed for uninjured for a walking suit of armor. They could feel no new dents in their form, and all of their body parts were accounted for. Aside from their wounded pride, the Daemon was whole and unharmed. And that was of greater importance than even Rasteva’s own ego. So long as they existed, all was well.Though Omni had stated death to be only a temporary inconvinience, the Daemon knew that hinged solely on the God’s mood. There was not a single doubt in the metal figure’s metaphorical mind that Omni would cast them and anyone else into oblivion should he deem them unworthy. But that was a concern for when Rasteva’s existence came to its permanent end. For now their sole focus was getting to shore. Once there, they would begin their next course of action.


All things came with time, and Rasteva had much to spare as they slogged blindly through the darkened waters.

The young faunus awoke from the second half of her quiet nap. She sat up stretched out her back and arms with a loud yawn, making her way out of bed to stretch the rest of her muscles. While a teenage could sit around and be lazy for the rest of her life in a world like this, Amber was just too energetic and attention deficit for that. She slipped on some new clothes and her armor, along with her sword Razorback and head back down the hall to see Murasaki. The steel door slid open before she made it there and the young man met her at the door.

“I was just coming to get you,” he said with urgency in his voice. “I think we might have located something of interest.”

“Of interest? What does that mean?” Amber replied, confused at Murasaki's statement. The distance closed between them until the faunus made it to the room, where they shut the door and sat down at the big computer.

“We can't tell what it is, and there is no way to identify it, but something with a strong density of power is coming from a world called The Endless Dunes. This could be some amazingly strong item for us to use. Not to mention you could gain some recognition for collecting an item like this.”

“I see where you're going with this.” The faunus replied folding her arms and crossing her legs. “Do we have any idea on what this item can do? What it's capable of?”

“No, but why take the chance of it being collected by someone else?” Murasaki asked passing her a glance before looking back at the screen. Amber struck her hand on the table and stood back up to leave.

“Reason enough for me. Track any more items like this, if there is one, there is possible more than one. Keep me posted on any changes.” She said turning to leave the room.

“Aye Miss Boss.” Said mockingly and waved her goodbye without turning away from the screen. Amber quickly ran down the hall, stopping to grab a drink before she left and telling her other friends goodbye, and made her way out of the Fort.

Quickly travelling across the Fields and past the Nexus, Amber found herself in a grassy pick where some trees and tall grass stood. Not much past this though, the land began to grow less pleasant. The trees and grass became more sparse and the soil was starting to crack slightly.

'This was going to be fun.' The sarcasm was too true in this phrase that passed through Amber’s mind.

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What I am talking about is on Windfall Island.

Could an in character store for weapons and moves be created for the site,  with a list of pre-approved moves that could be purchased there?

Character name:
Revan Noctis

Character source:
Original


Character history:
From a land much like Camelot.. a world in a medieval era with kingdoms,wars,  magic and undead. My character was a knight of a glorious kingdom and seemingly died in combat. He had always hoped to become a lord or ruler but had gave that up to help his king defend the land now he is faced with a new chance.
He had in his former world been a commander of a small force yet had been working to become a better leader and more powerful.
On his last mission against an enemy kingdom he was knocked unconscious before awakening in the Omniverse.


Physical Description: (originals only)

Height 1.83 m

Build: Slim
Eye colour: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Ethnicity: White


Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 3

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength 

Ranged Proficiency 



Starting Powers:
None

Starting Moves:
Simple move - Long sword - Melee based - swing 300OM
Overall Length with Scabbard: 49cm″
Sword Total Length: 44cm″
Blade Length:33cm″
Handle Length: 11cm″

This sword was used by Revan Noctis in his last battle but had also been used in many battles earlier it is fairly simple with the exception of the handle that had silver added to it with markings that symbolize that he had become a vassal of his former king.

Bow and Arrows

bow made of standard wood but painted black with silver markings similar to the sword
This bow is far newer then the sword and was only given to Revan Noctis in his most recent battle though he had trained with them before he is far less capable with it then the sword
The bow is 1.8 m
165 to 228 m range
an arrow every 10 seconds



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As the title says. I don't believe I have one and if possible I'd love to get one.

Thanks you in advance!