Negi woke to darkness, a darkness which, at first glance, was not unlike that which he had encountered when he had first arrived. Yet, upon closer inspection, he decided that this darkness was fundamentally different. Unlike the last time, he did not sense a malevolence emanating from the darkness itself, an angry specter that sought to evict him from its domain. Rather, the darkness cocooned him protectively and soothingly. It spoke of the long forgotten halcyon days, relics of the past, of an innocent time. It became a gentle zephyr and the warm sunlight, caressing him, urging him to forget and return to a simpler time, to a time with no regrets. It promised peace and quiet forevermore, a life with no worries. It warded off his pain, his memories, his thoughts. There was no light, but he didn't need to see. There was no sound, but he didn't need to hear. There was nothing, but it was fine; he didn't need to do anything. He was in his own world where nothing mattered.

Negi found that he couldn't stay in this void. While it was peaceful, there was something bothering him, a memory lurking just out of reach. He felt he needed to leave, though he didn't know why. Yet he couldn't bring himself to leave. The prospect of leaving the sheltered sanctuary was daunting. Would you willingly return to a world of pain and disappointment? The darkness whispered quietly in his mind - or were they his own thoughts? But now that he considered it, the idea of leaving was unthinkable. He couldn't stay and he couldn't leave. Torn between leaving and stay, he did nothing. There's nothing to return to. Why would you leave? Slowly, he convinced himself that it was better to stay.

Is it okay to leave it like that? asked a quiet voice from behind him.

The voice lifted Negi out of his torpor. He didn't know how long he had been in that state, nor who was behind him, but he found that he didn't care. He didn't bother to turn around, not that there was anything to see. Nor did he deign to respond.

Negi?

Negi felt compelled to answer, despite his apathy. It's like there's a haze in my mind... I can't remember a thing... but... but I... I... I can't just stay still in a place like this. I get the feeling that... He faltered, unsure of what it was he felt, why he wanted to leave. You don't want to leave. As he struggled to complete his thought, other voices chimed in.

Ain't that right. If you're the leading role in the spotlight, there's a stage you can't step down from.

Hey, yeah, didn't you have a rival's ass to kick when you got stronger?

Furthermore, you certainly have comrades you yourself swore to protect, even if you must risk your own life. Did you not?

And don't you have someone who you've risked your all to keep chasing? Someone you kept looking for?

Negi realized that all of these voices gave valid reasons to return. He began to consider leaving again. He had overcome greater losses in the past, had he not? He had found things worth fighting for, worth suffering for, even worth dying for. He wondered why he even considered staying here. These are reasons that were valid. Past. Finished. Done. They are no longer relevant. Have you forgotten where you are? The darkness had become agitated, no longer a quiet summer afternoon. The gentle wind was now a strong gale, whipping around wildly and viciously. The once peaceful atmosphere had become ominous.

It doesn't matter where I am. I'll just find new reasons to fight, new things to fight for. He shouted into the wind, standing his ground against the darkness.

You fool! Why do you never remember? Must you be reminded?

There are - Negi was cut off as the darkness fractured into a kaleidoscope of images, a phantasmagoria of memories. The images - his memories - came rushing back; slowly at first, but then at a faster rate, soon devolving into a chaotic mess.

He is a young child, not more than six years old, running back home on a snowy day. As he makes his way over a hill, he is dumbstruck by the sight of his village burning. Disregarding his safety, he recklessly runs into the village, repeatedly yelling his sister's name. He falls silent when he sees the state of the village. Throughout the village, demons, nearly twice as tall as the villagers, roam unchecked. Villagers band together into small groups, desperately trying to survive. It is futile. The villagers cast spell after spell at the demons. It doesn't do any appreciable damage to the demons. It doesn't even slow their approach. The village is littered with corpses and morbid statues of petrified villagers, their faces frozen in expressions of fear. He takes all of this in slowly. In his shock, he doesn't notice that his entrance had attracted the attention of some of the demons. Suddenly, he notices one of the demons in front of him. Up close, the demon seems even larger. It raises an arm, preparing to crush him like a bug. There is no where to run, not that he could in his fear. He watches as the arm descends, waiting for the end -

He is a demon. His skin is suffused with darkness and covered with unnatural glyphs. He is covered in cuts and wounds, but he doesn't feel them. He only feels rage. He has but one thought - Never forgive the enemy. It is his mantra. He will not rest until they are dead. He launches himself at the enemy with every intent to kill -

A stone spear shoots out of the darkness and impales him through the shoulder before he can react. He crumples, and is unable to get up as the battle rages around him -

He is sparring against a robot, a doll, and a young girl. He is doing poorly, fighting defensively -

He is fighting a demon, one of the demons that had attacked his village -

Eight obsidian pillars fall from the sky -

A white light -

A white light appeared, expanding to cover the entire area. Negi found himself strangely calm, despite what he had seen. He knew this was all in the past and that it was all over. He started walking, ready to leave this place, ready for a new adventure.

Two days of rest and relaxation had done wonders for the undead warrior's composure. Relaxing here in this small settlement, with his new friend Gilnor to show him around, help him settle in and explain how things worked. It had been just what the doctor ordered, and had been just such a bizarre departure from how things had gone in Lordran! People knew him, and had no intention of killing or fighting him, some asked for him to tell tales at the taverns, having heard something of his exploits from his first night here! Yet, in the end he had learned a few things, experimented with this messaging device Gilnor had informed him of, and just relaxed, preparing for what was to come. A goal was an important thing, and for undead like himself, it was more than just important, it was everything. An undead from his world, if they did not have a goal or purpose, would go hollow, and so his current goal, was Dwarfholm. He wanted access to that place, he didn't need to meet King Battlehammer, but just get there, see if he could do anything. At the very least, it would make a nice place to get another goalpost and continue on with his journey.

Even better, gaining access to the legendary Dwarfholm was not simple. It required one to accomplish a very carefully tailored quest, one that consisted of four specific tasks. Three of which must be completed out in the icy, frozen and unforgiving slopes of the Frozen Fields, and one that would be completed at the gates of Dwarfholm itself, after one had brought back the materials of the first three tasks. Those tasks could be accomplished in any order, so long as they were accomplished. The Chosen Undead had to go out and fetch the tusk of a troll, a chunk of cobalt from the high peaks of the mountains, and the hide of a Wampa, a strange, monstrous beast that prowled the mountains. If he brought all three to the gates, he would be allowed a fight with a strong representative of Dwarven warriors, to fight in a spar, if he bested this warrior, he would at last have access. So, well rested, well fed, and feeling on top of the world for the first time in what felt like years, what might have been years, he set off.

The doors closed behind him as the biting winds hit his armored form, chill snow whipping against his metal helmet, seeking a way through to hit the flesh beneath, but he ignored it. He had dealt with worse, and worse was likely to come on this task! So it was with a cheerful step that he set off through the mountainside, practically whistling as he went along. First things first, he was going to wind his way up to the higher peaks, where one could find Cobalt! That was the most stable part of the tasks, and hopefully along the way he'd find evidence of the passing of troll or wampa! Even if not, he would simply have to explore more thoroughly, patience was a virtue, especially when hunting.

As part of my role as the npc/setting guy, I know it's important to create a living history, and I understand that the best way to do that is to bring it to life, rather than just summarize it in the paragraph of an npc's history or as a bulleted item on the timeline.

That said, I think that, as my free time gradually/hopefully begins to increase later this month, I'd like to start writing out segments of site history, whether big or small, and I'd like to get member input on what they would like to read.

I put some options below, but you may also suggest your own. The only subject that's off the table is anything that happened before the Kingdom and the Empire were founded.

Just saying... Cuz I dont have access to chat>_>

Our meme ogrelord has a demand for hot, spicy, fresh and juicy memes. So give him some. Do it, I command you.

Noooo but seriously, post any bizarre, humorous or unscrupulous memes you stumble across that relates to your character in any way, shape or form over on here. Why? Because why not, that's why.

For Jon, search memes and all you'll find is a red-headed woman reminding you that he knows ultimately nothing.. This one video made me laugh a bit, though.

She blinked her eyes a few times, adjusting the bright, white world around her. This is not the forest she called home. It didn't even feel right, like it was not the planet she called home either. Just a vast, empty white space, dotted by animals here and there, and a few, what looked to be structures, far in the distance. Behind her stood a large tree, almost exactly the same as the one she had called home before... before what? She couldn't really remember.

She put a hand to her gem, a large, green emerald, settle where one of her teeth should be. She felt along the edges, well defined and slightly sharp, and the facets, flat and pristine. There was no damage to her gem, which was a relief, for if there was, that would spell certain the end of her long life. The only thing a Gem like herself could not recover from is damage to her own gem, for that is what a Gem is, all else you might see if merely a construct of will.

So, if there was no damage to her precious emerald, than she should surely remember how she got to this strange place, one seemly devoid of all natural life. It lack the warmth of the green and browns she had grown used to, and quite fond of. In this vast, seemingly unending space of white, there was only this fountain that stood before her...

She stumbled back a few steps. Where did this fountain come from? Where did the tree go? It was there only a moment ago! She thought. She looked down at her feet. There was dirt on the ground when I... woke up? I could feel it. Now though, there was only more white space, hard and smooth, cold to the touch of her toes. This planet...? Dimension...? What ever this place was, it certainly was far from the world she had come to know, to love. All that stood before her now was a fountain, spewing water from it peak, down into the basin at it base. Nothing natural about it, in it looks, although, it seem to hum with a similar energy to the white space that now encompassed her world. Maybe it was natural... well, this world's natural. I kinda prefer dirt and trees over a fountain and endless white space as far as the eye can see. If the laws of nature are different in this world though, I suppose I will have to accept them... while figuring out exactly what the laws are now... and how I got here. That would be nice to know. She knelt down, cupping her hand into the water that flowed through the fountain. Bring a hand full of the water to her lips, she drank from it.

She spit it out instantly. Even the water taste different here. She scowled. Hopefully it all doesn't taste like shit, or all the animals who drink from it will probably taste like shit too. While a Gem didn't need to eat in an capacity, Emerald grew up in the natural cycle, and was more than happy to be part of it on occasion. Okay, more than just occasionally. Though she hadn't drank the water, and had barely even touched if for more and a second, it had an adverse affect on her. She grabbed her chest. I feel weird. She dropped to her knees. Okay, weird is an understatement. I'm gonna hurl. The was a shimmering under her skin, a faint rainbow rolled in wave along her skin, from the tips of her fingers, all moving towards her gem. She put a hand to her gem. What is this... power I feel? Her gem seemed to gently hum with power. "What the...?" It was the same hum she felt from the fountain. It as if her gem and the fountain were now humming in unison. She leaned over the edge of the fountain, seeing herself reflected in the shimmering liquid. Shimmering? It was purely water a moment ago... cupping another handful of what she thought to be water, it shimmered a spectrum of colors. It was like a rainbow in her hand, moving the the same pattern as the rainbow under her skin had. What is this stuff...? What is this... Omnillium? She paused, dumping the rainbow liquid back into the fountain basin. Omnillium? Where... where did I hear that word? This word felt so foreign to her, something that had never been uttered by any of the humans she had spoken to in her years, but when she looked at the liquid that gushed from the fountain and flowed around it's base, it felt so... correct. So is that what this is, Omnillium? Is that what brought me here? There was a certain force in the world, at least in the one she had previously come to know, that flowed through all life in the cycle of nature. "Perhaps, this... Omnillium; Maybe it's what ties this world together," She touched her gem as it hummed in sync with the fountain, "and what now ties me to it."

She turned from the fountain, takes several step forward, and away from it. Well, if this is what ties the natural world together, well this world's anyway, then I should begin to understand it better, hopefully as well as it did Earth's. She felt confidence in the little knowledge she had of this knew world, while it was very important knowledge to her, and some that might lead her to learn the greater secrets of this new natural world, it was still a small percentage of the knowledge she would need before she more than just survived this world. To truly thrive as she had in the last one, she would need much more.

Now, where to begin.

...and immediately lost his orientation at the gate's stomach-churning effect. His face met the invisible ground of the Nexus, he flopped awkwardly forward onto his back, skidding crazily for several feet, his crutch, laptop and crocodile scattering as he went. He got tangled in his own absurd hood, nearly strangling himself, before he finally came to a halt, sprawled out on his back.

It passed through his mind how much like his initial awakening his current predicament was as he set about disentangling himself from the windsock that people insisted on calling a hood.

"Seriously what the fuck, there is no reason for a hood to be this god damn long." He wrestled with the unruly tanlgle of cloth that may or may not have been cosmically designed just to annoy him as much as physically possible, grumbling the whole time. He succeeded in at least loosening the hood's almost-sentient hold around his neck in relatively short order, freeing up his breathing. All the better to keep complaining about nothing and everything. "There's probably some vague assortment of green and white-colored arrogant omniscient fucks out there on some moon somewhere laughing at this right now..."

He pulled a loop of hood over his head, finally freeing himself from its entanglement, and sat up just in time to see Nakworth deposit his dropped gadgets at his side with a "NAK." to announce the act. Adam patted the crocodile absently. "You are my one and only true friend, Nakworth. Aside from Rhys. And...maybe Dikudu when his shit isn't flipped sideways."

"NAK NAK. NAK."

"Yeah I guess I don't really have room to argue with that. He really is a suave motherfucker. Makes me look bad by comparison." With the aid of his crutch, Adam heaved himself up to a standing position, and with a light flexing of his knees, he lifted off the ground, hovering several inches in the air. "C'mon, buddy. Time to go somewhere else."

"NAK." Nakworth scooped up the laptop still laying on the ground, and with remarkable dexterity he scampered up Adam's side and perched on the young man's shoulder.

And off Adam went, floating along at a particularly lazy pace. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but complain about it still being faster than trying to walk.

What is your Prime's theme song? Some may have more than one of course, for instance, a main theme, and another that reflects their nature.


Blackfire
Main theme song - P.O.D. "Wildfire"
Secondary theme - Evanescence "Made of Stone"

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Wanondorf and Wamus are hilarious. I like the suaveness of the former, and the nakedness of the latter. Anyone want to describe a Wa- version of their current character?

And thus, after a long and arduous journey did Guu find herself at the steps of Valhalla.

She strode up to the golden gates of the grand hall and thrust them open. Before her sat Omni himself. He grinned creepily.

"I'm here, Omni," she spoke.

The flickering silhouette rose, slowly from his cross-legged position, his grin never wavering. "I've waited a long time for this," he said. He crossed the golden dais to stand before Guu.

And kissed her.

Guu pulled away, blushing in surprise.

"That's right," said Omni. "I did all of this, created all these worlds, summoned an entire multi-verse… just for you. Are you impressed?"

Guu said nothing, her fists shaking at her side. Then she spoke. "Frankly, my dear…"

Omni's grin wavered for the first time.

"I love you let's get married."

The angels began trumpeting as all the primes were summoned to a massive party. Everyone got mad drunk and danced. The Emperor and Aragorn hugged and Thrall was whackin' out mad beats on his shaman drums. Then they all lived happily ever after.

The End.