Mysteria

Center of the realms, ruled by the Ezuri and watched over by the Custos (a sort of guardian to the Ezuri). Helico Fennas has been the center of peace and balance for centuries by maintaining order between realms through diplomatic hierarchy that has been maintained by the same family now for the last century and is the process of transferring power to it's last remaing heir. It's vast cities the center of trade and the locations of each gate, doorway and rift between each universe. Magic and technology consist side by side through massive trading markets. All large political mettings are held within a massive hall near Helico's main shore and minor digressions are held in the heart of the city within the tallest skyscraper.


Mostly consisting of the main city which most people simply refer to as Mysteria as there's no explanation as to how the beginning of this now vast and diverse city became into existence. It's technological and magical advanced far beyond any other realm known at the time. The first first having been stumbled on by a now dead universe. In the following decades more and more beings would happen upon doorways through random chance and then as technology progressed through Helico, new gate ways would be made and explored to bring forth an increase in diversity.




Only once has the city been challenged for power in it's past and it's enemies lay now extinct and mostly forgotten although referenced any time some of the darker worlds start to grow restless with their treaties. A special group of Custos known simply known Lupus are sent to annihilate any uprising.

Bell paced the shiny marble floor in the room made completely of windows on the very top floor of the very largest construct that stood within Mysteria.  The soft sole of her black boots didn't make much noise as her footsteps followed the same path they had been for the last hour. She paused slightly at the north most window glancing out towards the shoreline where the the sun had begun to sink low and illuminated the sky in a hierarchy of colors that she usually would have stopped to admire, but her mind was far from this room. 

  It had been three months since her return to Helico and she longed for the simplicity of friends and work. She had been happier not knowing these universes existed and not knowing that the balance of order and chaos was close to being tipped wildly out of proportion.  These last few weeks had consisted of nonstop meetings with representatives as the searched for a way to maintain peace. Keeping the meetings secret had been tough.. choosing for now to leave the masses in the dark as they tried to come up with a plan. 

  She sighed a little in frustration blowing a stray lock of hair from her face as she made her way towards the shiny elevator.  "Not much more i can do about it today..." she mumbled to herself as the small ding and doors sliding back invited her into the small metal box. 

  Once on the ground floor and out of the revolving door, Bell decided that a drink was in order and headed down the softly illuminated streets toward her favorite dimly lit pub. Dragon's Scale neon blue sign coming into view in no time as she made her way through the small crowds of people scattered through out the narrow streets lined with an array of buildings from shops to eateries. She smiled a little seeing so many people at ease. She would give it her all to keep them that way, but for now a drink.. or maybe two were in order.

Months had past since his exile, and The Reaper of Diarmid had hidden himself quite well. With all the realms out to find him, he was short on resources and long on enemies. 

To defeat the emperor who had so disgraced him, he needed to build up his stocks for the journey back, the gold to pay off the right people to make his problems disappear and other weaponry he'd require.

He needed an occupation wherein he could travel freely as to avoid detection or recognition as well as keep his battle skills honed. One that paid well was also prefered, he had no desire for his name to be tarnished any longer than necessary. His tolerance of his predicament only extended so far. Furthermore one where his current criminal status would mean next to nothing...

..

It left a bitter taste in his mouth to self-identify as a mercenary. A blade for hire was a wasted weapon at best. Honorless, pathetic, they were just a miriad of corrupt little maggots who weren't fit to breath in Diarmid's volcanic ash. Even their hungriest salamanders would pass them up for a better meal.

The Diarmid army never hired mercenaries, believing that a battle won by outsiders was half a victory, but it took little imagination to know the proper channels...

So here the cloaked man was, sitting amongst others of his 'profession', wishing nothing more than to slay all of these honorless swines to show them what a true warrior was. However necessity curbed his bloodthirsty prideful desires and he waited to be hired...

Bara is observing everyone and everything, the thoughts of all of them racing through her head.  One of them in particular takes her interest.  She looks at Ovauzhar from afar, smirking at his bloodthirsty thoughts.  He'd be a perfect pawn for her scheme to rule all the realms.  She just needs good bait to reel the fish in.  So she continues to watch, going to study more on him before taking any sort of action.

Bell entered the dimly lit pub. She did not notice the leering largely built men by the door, their eyes glued to the royal as she ordered an odd drink in a language almost unrecognized. However the bartender nodded in knowing and began to mix the drink and set the luminescent teal drink in front of her. Sipping it thoughtfully she grinned and handed him a large bill telling him to keep the change as she headed for a dark corner to collect her thoughts. 

The burly men would stand as she settled into her seat and downed the drink. As they made their way closer to her, a waitress cutting them off to place another glowing drink in front of dark haired girl who gulped it down almost immediately trying to unwind.  Her attention else where as they closed in on the small table with wicked grins. Each had their hand on their choice close range weapons. The flash of blade her only notice as the largest pulled a fair sized knife "seems we've caught or selves an Ezuri.. let's see how much fun she is." 

Silvery eyes darted upwards already glazed from the alcohol coursing through her blood. She could feel her head swimming as she pushed her chair back narrowly avoiding the downward swinging blade as it lodged into the thick wood of the table. Panic crossing her expression as she sought out her own sword to find she had left it in the skyscraper.

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The Reaper had finished sharpening his blade at his table, lamenting at the lack of call for his weapon right now...

Until he gazed upon the scene outside...

His veins became electrified and he licked his lips, imagining the brief but serviceable fight that his heart yearned for. Who would miss a couple of tavern rats anyway?

'Watcher, I know this fight shall not be my most glorious, but know I slay them for the purity of what a warrior is as you so taught us...' he prayed in his mind as he made his way out, his giant blade slung on his back which his hand shook with delight as he grabbed.

"The Watcher of the Well condemns you Honorless swines, and I am the blade by which her displeasure is made known by blood on the ground..."

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One of the thugs had pulled Bell up by the collar of her jacket as she flinched away attempting to grab at her small throwing knife only to have her arm twisted roughly behind her back. She could hear the snap of broken bone clearly as she gasped in pain.  The orange haired one chuckled at the stranger pulling a large axe from it's sheathed position on his back. He spun it between toughened fingers, his lopsided smile directed at the one who had spoken. "The only blood that will be spilt tonight is yours!" And with that he swung the axe wind toward Bell's unknown protector.

The sight of the axe-wielding man rushing toward him was like a succubus feeding off a man or a vampire getting blood, it invigorated him even adrenalized him...

"At least try to challenge me!" He taunted as his pulled out his massive sword and brought down a single strike that was powerful enough to remove limbs. It made him nostalgic, fighting again. It brought him back to the wars he fought with other realms and the glory of his victories...

Bell was held tightly by her attacker, but even through her eyes watering she watched as the axe wielding red head lost his dominant arm the sword crashing into it with ease. A smallf "O" of surprise stuck on her lips even as het arm throbbed sharply she ignored it as she watched the swordsman. The second big guy taking a swing in his companion's place. The shiny broad sword gleaming as it swung quickly towards it's opponents head.

He brought his sword up to defend his neck, the satisfying clang of metal soothing his ears from the deafening sound of stagnation, "Mediocre!" He pushed the attack back with no shortage of force. 

He pulled out a dagger and throw it at his staggered foe.

Surprise caught his face as the vibrating metal made his arm shake and drop sharply missing the shoulder and barely scraping his arm as his sword touched the ground.

Bell squirmed loosening her arm as her captive swiped at the new comer, realising her as he stepped toward the challenger with a low growl in his throat. The knivesman clearly the strongest and leader of the warriors.

"You have the gull to call yourselves warriors?" He implored as though they had made a grievous offense. 

"Who are you before a son of Diarmid?" He pulled back his hood to reveal his face of heavy scarring and eyes that burned with bloodlust and fire. He knew he took a risk by revealing his face, surely known through the realms, but it was impossible for them to survive long enough to create problems for him.

The hunted should always know their predator...

His wild brown hair flew in the wind as he ran up to the last of them to impale the blasphemer as he growled ferally.

Even as the sword pierced through the final foe a look of shock and recognition flashed his eyes as he looked upon his killer, his soon lifeless body a heap on the cold stone floor as Bell leaned back against the comforting dark wooded wall. Her silver eyes looking over The Reaper of Diarmid.  She recognized him almost instantly, but simply made a small motion for him to quickly cover his face once more as best she could while still gripping her injured arm "I'd say your reputation doesn't do you justice... but we should speak elsewhere.. too many onlookers here."

He took a deep breath, calming his animalistic impulses so instantaneously that one would think a whole new person took his place. "I agree..." He sheathed his still bloody blade and followed the native away from the scene as he put his hood back up.

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Cynder had wandered too many places when he left Odaigra years ago. But never had he been to a city like this. He was no stranger to monumental places; his home being one of them. But ever since his venture he'd met many souls, not too many very memorable.
But one was. A very honorable and very deadly warrior of the land of Diarmid. Cynder silently wondered if his reputation had grown any since he last saw him. He wandered around the city until he felt his trustworthy and intuitive mouth tail made a low growling noise, pointing its furry head in a certain direction. Cynder looked up and saw two people walking rather hurriedly. One was female who he didn't recognize. The other...the scent was familiar so he approached him. Being blunt he said aloud, but not noisily. "Ovauzhar?"

Bell had been quietly in thought as they left the pub, her arm felt like fire as she held it gingerly at an angle to keep the blood from flowing too much to the injury. She had just opened her mouth to compliment his ability to thus far to remain hidden and undetected especially when most of the realms wanted his head, when an unknown tailmouth approached and spoke the Reaper's name. Her silvery eyes blinked curiously as she fell silent again waiting for the Diarmid to say something.

Ovauzhar turned around, facing this newcomer. Was he another miscreant in need of a introduction to death?

However the voice became familiar, like an echo from years past. He never forgot an opponent, not one. Especially one of such unorthodox as...

"Cynder..." He took his hand off his blade, "Follow us, we'll talk in more depth once I'm out of view..."

Cynder silently understood as he followed them, making sure to keep and eye on his mouthtail who he knew was restless inside. "But...who is she?" He gestured to the girl who was walking with him.

"My names Bell.." she gave a friendly smile to the one called Cynder as they continued down the street. She was leading them towards an older looking buildings, but its appearance from the outside would do no justice to what lay within. Shiny black marble floors shined lightly in soft orange glow from the hanging lights. She led them into a lounge of sorts with squishy leather couches around an ornate table, a small bartop tucked into the corner and fully stocked

Cynder felt his mouthtail Zara growl in hunger at the swift scent of food being present. The idea almost consumed his thoughts if he wasn't so perplexed and confused by the situation in general. He tugged Zara's furry head away from the food for the moment as he looked around, observing every angle.
"So, what exactly is going on?" He glanced from his long known ally to Bell.

Once he felt secure in this place, he removed his robe to show his rustic and heavily used metal armor. The symbol of Diarmid's flag on his chestplate was one of the few parts of the armor reverently cared for.

"Much has changed since our last encounter old friend." He gave Cynder slap on the arm as a show of comradery. "What was once a rising star is now a snake hiding in the darkest recesses of the earth."

He turned to Bell, "I thank you for your accommodation, Bell. You take a considerable risk housing me, both if I am discovered and if you spread word of my location to anyone..." He subtly threatened, but not enough to be ungrateful.

"So your in trouble..." Cynder muttered with obvious, haunting worry. He gave him a slap back, having learned certain diarmidian behaviors before sitting down.
"But why come here of all places?"

Bell had walked over to the bar and mixes them each a drink. Reaching into a smaller fridge to pull out a few snacks she placed them on the table and then sat back into one of the arm chairs " I've heard of you. And on my word no one will know where you are... after all technically I'm in charge of Helico. As my guest igive you my word of secrecy and diplomatic protection... after all you saved my ass back there."

She turned to Cynder " and that goes for you as well... im here to accommodate guests of Helico."