The Great War

Name: Azorius the Hero
Age: 23
Appearance: 
Race: Human
Faction: Knights
Sin (If Applicable): Pride
Power(s): Herculean Strength
Weapon: Dragonslayer: 500 lb slab of metal with a sharpened edge. Said to be dense enough to cleave dragons clean in half.
Biography: The bastard son of the King and one of his maids. Azorius has a timid older brother and a bratty older sister who both have full royal blood. During his youth, Azorius’ mother was dying of an incurable sickness. She requested the King house their son, and he obliged. Azorius began training as a knight from a young age to prove himself to his father. Years later during a solo training excursion to a mountain somewhere in Britannia, a teenage Azorius was kidnapped by a clan of dragon tamers who planned to sacrifice him to a grand demon. Azorius managed to escape and slaughter the group. Though the dragons fought against him with grit and vigor, Azorius never harmed any of them. Once Azorius slain the tamers, he allowed the dragons to leave. Azorius returned home with a necklace made of dragon teeth and claws and a dragon skull. He claimed to have discovered a nest of dragons during training and slaughtered the beasts while they attacked him. His father finally recognized him and officially declared him a Holy Knight of Britannia. Since his knighting, Azorius travels around the kingdom of Britannia helping anyone (or thing) in need. Sometimes he stops burglaries, at times he defeats monstrous beasts wreaking mayhem.

Name: Takeshi Shinzen AKA The Reaper.
Age: 47
Appearance: 
Race: Human
Faction: Samurai
Sin (If Applicable): N/A
Power(s): Intangibility
Weapon: Yorukaze (Night Wind): Rickety old samurai blade that was rumored to have been bathed in the blood of Japanese vampires many moons ago.
Biography: In his youth, Takeshi was a monstrous swordsman capable of cutting down ten enemies by his lonesome. He was the last disciple of a legendary sword-saint who quit the way of the samurai and vanished long before the beast appeared in Japan. Takeshi tarnished his golden reputation by beheading his adulterous wife and her partner upon sight. He avoided a prison sentence based on the circumstance and his past achievements. In her death, she cursed Takeshi causing his body to become intangible. Takeshi lived as a hermit for several years, trying to hone the curse and use it at will. Though people were under the impression the student had followed the path of his teacher, Takeshi appeared in the Palace grounds one day during one of the final attempts to subdue the unconquerable beast. His entire platoon was killed, but he managed to survive and return to the Emperor with sour news. During the relocation, Takeshi was tasked with front-line duty. His intangible abilities scared Viking raiders and highway robbers alike gaining the alias, The Reaper.

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Name: Harald Magnus Ragarnsson
Age: 25
Appearance: 
Race: Human
Faction: Viking
Powers: Blessed by Odin to control the seas, but drains him considerably
Weapon: Axes blessed by Thor to be unbreakable
Biography: Descendant of a legendary human Viking from long ago.  Harald grew up in the shadow of Giants who now control the lands of his forefathers. An ambitious individual, Harald wishes to bring control of Norden back to the human vikings.  He has plenty of ambition, but no resources to act on them. During a meteor shower, Harald harvested the ore and began creating his axes.  The Gods overheard his commotion and Thor himself blessed Harald's weapons to make them unbreakable. To his enemies, he is known as Magnus Giantsbane due to his fights with Giants before his Viking clans came together. With news of a war brewing on the horizon, Harald set off to put his names in the books and maybe join Valhalla.

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Name:
Raija 
Age: 406
Appearance: (I'll describe her attire later, no wings no tail)
Race: Demon
 
Faction: Brittania
 
Sin (If Applicable): Wrath
 
Power(s): Dodge - For a short period of time, attacks cannot hit her
 
Weapon: Her sacred treasure, Muramasa. The blade cannot inflict pain or death. Those cut by Muramasa heal as soon as the blade leaves the flesh. It has the ability sap, which drains the power of the person being cut. Normal humans will pass out instantly. Stronger people need more contact with the blade. Raija has never seen someone resist 4 consecutive seconds of contact with the blade.
 
Biography: Of the estranged Demon clan, once together as a force to be feared across the whole world, a youth called Raija started out in a small warrior village. Knowing she wasn't a normal child, they took her in and did what warrior villages do best, fight. They guided the raw power she was born with, taught her the ways of the human world and how to survive. 50 years later, Raija learned all she could from the village, although she grew a bond with her one true home. As the village aged, she didn't age with it. Packing her stuff, she sought the land for more answers and power. Roaming for 300 years, she stumbled upon her sacred treasure in Japan.

Over the years, she began something of a living legend. Traveling the land to gain as much as she could. Running out of options, she got summons to the king. Raija was initially uninterested in the king's offers, electing to leave herself out of war politics. But the King offered her an offer she couldn't refuse, ultimate safety from the war and a couple answers she's been looking for.

For all her life she'd just been not normal. She wanted to know what she is and what she should become. Or what she could become. He summoned her because he knew her intentions (she'd been wondering a long time. And she's not exactly quiet about what she wants. ). He had something to offer in turn for her services which is a trade they could agree on. He offered her what he knew about the demon clan and "guaranteed" she'd be safe in the war and traveling thereafter.

Name:
Aiofe Lindbloom (pronounced "Ee-fah", I know it doesn't read how it sounds, I've totally ripped off my cousins first name)
Age:
22
Appearance:
 
Race:
Fairy
Faction:
Knights
Sin (If Applicable):
Sloth
Power(s):
Genius-level intellect, incredibly strong mana flow
Weapon:
Usually whatever she's fiddling with at the time- puzzle, book, baton- her real weapon is her use of magic.
Biography: Aiofe was a magical prodigy when she was younger, and pushed herself further and further into her education when she was younger, hungry for more knowledge. Her parents, who still remembered life in the Fairy Realm, wished for her to come home and settle in the forest, and act less "like a typical human mage". With her drive for knowledge, Aiofe knew this was near impossible for her. A quieter life in the forest would bore her senseless.

She graduated with multiple honors, and shocked many of her peers when she began to splice and experiment and create new spells, something unheard of in a mage of her age. She began to work at the many institutions that focused on magic, giving talks, teaching others, and experimenting and creating new spells. During this time, she was lauded as a magical genius, and she spent less and less time talking to her parents, who had given up on their dream of her coming to live at home, but instead missed her and wished she had time to visit.

Aiofe's parents were brutally killed in some of the viking attacks, and her life changed completely. She stopped giving talks, and shut herself away in the laboratories to grieve and agonize herself with guilt over the fact that she had neglected them for so long. During this time, she experimented with more and more magic, and gave creation to some of her best work, incredible discoveries of modern magic, but things were different now. It didn't feel enough. She joined the Knight's faction, to offer her extreme prowess with magic, but also to do what she thought was right- to avenge her parents, and make sure this never happened to anyone else.

Aiofe is twitchy, can barely sit still, and fidgets constantly, because her mind is always working. This makes her amazing at problem solving and swift spellcasting, but means that she can also overthink emotional matters. She can come across as naive, and sometimes acts her younger age, but she tries to hard to be serious, as she knows this is no game, and she came to fight.




Name:
Ahsha, She Who Whispers to the Highest
Age:
905
Appearance:
 
Race:
Demon
Faction:
Shamaness for the Vikings
Power(s):
Blessings from the Gods
Weapon:
Usually has a bone handy. Usually doesn't need it.
Biography: Ahsha is a high-ranking Shaman Priestess from the Viking faction, and is deemed to be one closest to the Gods to which all Vikings worship. Some Vikings pray to Ahsha, in the hopes that she will pass on those prayers to the Gods she whispers to. Ahsha trains younger priestesses to hear the calls and see the messages the Gods leave for them, and she is a harsh taskmaster. She crowns one new priestess per year, from a starting crop of around one hundred.

Her specialty is ritualistic magic, and is infamous as one who uses human, fairy and giant sacrifices to cast mindblowingly powerful spells. Her sacrificial acolytes are as devout as she is, and give themselves willingly to the Viking cause. Her demonic race has allowed her to live a long time, which has made her known as a highly influential and religious figure in the Viking community, and a dangerous, infamous murderous savage in others.

Ahsha is harsh, but fair, and incredibly wise for her 900+ years in the world. Wars and Famine do not faze her, as she has seen them come and god, her only priority are her Gods and the plight of the people she serves. To her, death is nothing but the next step, and a mercy for all who do not share the Viking view. In her society, she is very well respected, and outside it, rightly feared or reviled.

Name:Bastion Speyers
Age:25
Appearance:
Race:Human
Faction:Knights
Sin (If Applicable):Sloth
Power(s):
Enchantment – Bastion possess the ability to enchant his arrows causing them to explode after hitting a target.
Foresight – Bastion possess the ability to see through his arrows he uses this to get a bird’s eye view of the battlefield.

Telepathy – Bastion can communicate with allies over long distances by using telepathy.

Weapon:
Biography:Inquisitor Bastion Speyers is one of the seven sins having earned his title by rarely being seen on the battlefield. Bastion is known as the inquisitor due to him investigating situation involving the other races of the land.
Bastion uses brothels frequently for information paying them to gather information on their cliental for him. He also makes sure to pay special attention to the beggars of the city donating to them in exchange for information.
Bastion did have a younger brother who vanished setting Bastion on his path of becoming a well informed information broker and eventually one of the seven sins. He is known for ending several incidents before they could begin due to his information gathering and it said not a thing goes on in the kingdom that he does not know about.

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Name: Larry the Voracious
Age: 26
Appearance:
Race: Human
Faction: Knights
Sin (If Applicable): Greed
Power(s): Sap Sipper-- The ability to drain abilities through inflicting damage on an opponent. More damage personally inflicted(meaning he can't piggyback off of damage inflicted by others) then the more potent his own use of the abilities becomes, and less potent his opponent's becomes. Potency wears down after a while, but he will always retain access to said abilities. He does not need physical contact which means he can use this ability through weapons as well.
Weapon:
(second from the left)
Biography: Larry isn't the type of man who is willing to talk about his childhood. Well, he isn't much to talk about his life story in general. But, if he were, he'd tell you that his childhood wasn't a great one, or even good really. His parents were abusive, and as such he took out his frustrations by fighting other kids, so suffice it to say he didn't have many friends. One, to be exact. Only one person gave an effort to try and understand him, a young girl around the same age as him, Tifa. Tifa was the sweetest person one could imagine, and she and Larry grew close, so he came to be very protective of her. However, when they were 13, Tifa was killed by a monstrous, two-headed lizard beast that had wandered into their town. It was eventually put down by some of Brittania's Holy Knights, but not without casualties. For all his protectiveness, he wasn't able to protect the one person in the world who mattered to him. From then on, Larry ventured out on his own, training until he bleed, so that he could face any challenge before him.

He was found and taken in by an old hermit, who took pity on the fiery young brat, having been able to tell at first glance that the boy held in much pain. He trained him to focus on that, and transfer it into his goals, his training. The hermit taught him many forms of martial arts, and once Larry was able to fend for himself properly, gave him one final spar, a test. It was then that they discovered that Larry had awakened a dormant power within himself, the Sap Sipper ability. Any damage he was able to inflict on an opponent, in turn made him stronger. After passing his final test, Larry parted ways with the hermit, and began to travel the continent, fighting underground for money with his new ability.

Once he was satisfied with his progress and earnings, he sought out one of the best forgers on the continent, and commissioned him to fashion a custom-made glaive. Imbued with magic enchantments, the glaive is able to expand or contract its main body at the will of the bearer, and retract one bladed end as well. Larry figured these capabilities would be very useful in a variety of situations.

At the age of 20, he joined the ranks of the Holy Knights, and his skill in combat quickly became recognized across the continent. He began to be commissioned for tougher missions, and it didn't take long for the higher ups to recognize his innate abilities as well, garnering him an excellent rapsheet and rank as well as earning him the nickname "Larry the Voracious". His only motivation was to get stronger and stronger, so he saw this as an excellent opportunity to do just that.

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Name: Kinchai Mfune B.K.A. "Kagu"
Age: 763
Appearance:
Race: Demon
Faction: Samurai
Sin (If Applicable): N/A
Power(s): Ignition - can create and manipulate thermal energy, and even with such force that he can propel and himself through the air
Weapon: Kattokasai - a powerful blade he forged himself and imbued with his own aura, which acts as a catalyst to enhance his own abilities, and can launch blades of thermal energy with each swipe.
Biography: Throughout the centuries there are tales of a lone warrior whom has turned the tide of wars with feats of supernatural ability, razing whole armies with flames so powerful that they left the earth scorched. By raising and bending fire to his will, this mysterious warrior has been seen by few lucky enough to live to tell the tale. While in early depictions he was oft compared to Adramelech, a well-known demon of fire, he eventually grew into an urban legend in his own right, gaining the name "Kagu" in honor of Kagu-Tsuchi, the Blacksmith God of Fire.

It could be said that Kinchai was borne through a "trial by fire," but that pun would be too easy. From the moment he and his brother were born, they were cast into the wilds of the mortal realm to fend for themselves and harness their abilities on their own with no guidance. Instinct took over, and the two spend their first 10 years in the world fighting alongside each other, however it didn't take much longer for them to realize that they failed to agree on much of anything. Soon they parted ways, and spent the next 700 years on their own, although they crossed paths from time to time and often crossed swords as well, however these bouts continuously ended in a draw.

Whereas his brother was drawn to the misdirection and deception of the ninja way, Kinchai was drawn to the discipline and honor of the bushido, and spends his time practicing his form and forging weapons for those who seem worthy.

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Name: Callan Mfune B.K.A. "Yurei"
Age: 763
Appearance:
Race: Demon
Faction: Samurai
Sin (If Applicable): N/A
Power(s): Sensory Distortion - the capability to affect any or multiple of the 5 senses of anyone in a radial area around himself, including his own, to either enhance the senses or twist them to create illusions. Some senses are easier to manipulate, such as sight or sound, however more focus and energy is required to manipulate multiple senses or multiple people. Also, once an opponent is aware of his presence and technique, his ability to affect their senses is directly proportionate to their focus and willpower to fight it.
Weapon: Surokuki - twin ninjato that feed from his aura and allow limited wind manipulation when struck together, perfect for carrying sounds and scents
Biography: There is another tale that has been passed down through the ages, this one of a Ghost that appears periodically throughout history for brief periods before vanishing without a trace along with many of his own victims. Officially dubbed "Yurei," this being is depicted only very vaguely by few scriptures, and each description differs in its own right. Yurei has oft been called a spirit of vengeance, striking down those who has angered the Gods. However this is just folk lore, as there is no evidence toward such a case, or even toward preference of targets.

Callan is the younger brother of the demon Kinchai(better known as Kagu) by mere moments. Yet such a minimal difference in birth, and these two couldn't be further apart in mindsets. Callan is not above doing whatever it takes to survive, and as such, was drawn to the deceptive tactics of the shinobi way. And thanks to his latent ability to alter the 5 senses, it became the perfect fighting style for him. He knows better than anyone that any world is a harsh and cruel one, and more often than not, the strong crush the weak. He has no interest in idealistic honor or politics, merely to survive at all costs.

In periods where he wishes to entertain himself, he takes on assassination contracts to provide himself with a challenge and income. He often uses aliases to take these on, and seldom reveals himself to others. Few know he actually exists, and even fewer know what he truly looks like. Among these few are his brother and the Emperor Nakamura, whom gained Callan's respect as a leader despite his distaste for the demon's methods.

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Name: Brynhilde(brin-hild), "Bryn" for short, a rough translation is "chainmail-clad warrior"
Age: 24
Appearance:
Race: Giant-Human Hybrid
Faction: Vikings
Sin (If Applicable): N/A
Power(s): Kinetic Shift - the ability to direct and reapply kinetic energy through contact. Used offensively, she can exert her own momentum into her target, allowing her to send even an immovable object flying through the air, provided enough force was applied. When used defensively, she can drain momentum from an opponent's attack entirely and reflect that same force back at them, leaving her totally unharmed. A powerful ability, yes, but significantly draining when used in succession. However, she is vulnerable to ambush attacks since she needs to focus to activate this ability.
Weapon: Jordkrossa - made of solid lead, this warhammer has been enchanted by Ahsha to store and release kinetic energy and grant the ability to move even earth.
Biography: The first known child of a giant and human in Viking history, it is said that her parents' union was blessed by Odin himself. For the first half of her life, her heritage was hidden from her. Her mother had said next to nothing about her father for 13 years, that is until Brynhild began to develop what could be compared to godlike strength. It was then that she learned that her father was a Giant that had fought alongside the Vikings briefly before falling in battle. To answer the question of their capability to create a child, he made a deal with a certain Shaman to gain an elixir that would shrink him in size, however it took his strength along with it, which bothered him none as he was a fierce warrior in his own right. She'd kept this a secret for fear that Bryn would take this negatively, but instead she embraced it.

She was already excelling in her training, but now she trained separately as well to gain control over her own increasing strength. It was a long and tedious process, however she did finally master it. She never slacked in her training, and her mastery with swords and battleaxes are a sight to behold, yet her favored weapon of choice has always been the blunt force of a warhammer, which is much more useful against armored foes than bladed weapons. Combined with her strength and a shield, the one handed warhammer in her hands became a very deadly weapon on the battlefield, earning her a place among her tribe's greatest warriors.

Brynhild is what would be considered your stereotypical Viking. She loves to fight, drink, curse, and act rowdy. She bites her tongue for no man or woman save for heeding to the ranking hierarchy of her tribe. She gives respect where respect is due, and is not afraid to display otherwise to those who have not earned it from her. Her hammer, Jordkrossa(translates to earth smasher), was forged specially for her using solid lead, which is a bit too dense for most people to wield properly without using both hands, and even then it can be a bit cumbersome.

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Name: Kikiyo Tsubaka.
Age: 22.
Appearance:
Race: Human.
Faction: Samurai.
Sin (If Applicable): N/A
Power(s): Healing through psychical touch, during said duration; Kikiyo becomes fatally weak and can only heal for an amount of time. Simple aid is a breeze for her, just as more severe wounds are dangerous for her.
Weapon: Traditional bow and arrow that have been stained and dyed to match her favorite color - red.
Biography: Kikiyo is a well respected mage whom saved the many lives of fellow warriors. Kikiyo is noble, proud, and most of all, loyal to New Japan. She is confident in her ability as a fighter, and can be seen as being arrogant because of this. Kikiyo has an outstanding ability as a leader, collecting loyalty and admiration from both the public and the soldiers under her. She shows no mercy for one who poses a threat to her and acts solely as a soldier, obeying orders without hesitation or showing emotion. Despite her infamously merciless behavior, she has a kind heart and willingness to forgive. Her legendary swordsmanship and archery is known far and wide and Kikiyo holds a high title. She looked into magic as a young child and practiced her life away until she knew she would be of assistance. Not much is known about her past, as she will shut down anyone who attempts to pry. It is rumored she was married and her husband committed adultery, which blossomed her promiscuous behavior. However, rumors are rumors!

I almost forgot. You're all in.

Edenborough, the capital of Britannia: King Hervouet's Palace 

Azorius peaked out of his room window in the palace. The capital was hustling and bustling with activity. Vendors bartered, people gossiped and others even protested the War. Citizens of Britannia flocked from all over to see the event. Even the royal courtyard was filled to the brim with members of all socioeconomic classes within Britannia, peasants and aristocrats alike. The talk of the capital was the appointment of a new team of Knights. Rumor had it they were the strongest this country had to offer. Azorius pushed out an exasperated sigh. Since his father was the King, Azorius was privy to knowledge the general public wasn’t such as the identity of the other Knights. “Is this such a good idea?” He asked one of his servants. “I don’t proclaim to be the strongest knight of Britannia, but surely the building of a team so large will backfire. We don’t particularly know each other, only the banner we fight for. A motley group, I would say…”

The young woman smiled at him while dusting his room, “King Hervouet does what is best for this country. I’m sure the group of Knights he’s banding together will be the perfect defense from the monstrous Vikings in the North.” She walked behind him and gently squeezed his shoulders, letting her hands slowly fall down his chest. “I’ll be sure to reward you just as a future King should be,” She whispered into his ear sultrily.

Azorius grinned, stepping forward out of her grasp slightly. “I like getting paid upfront.” He pivoted quickly and before she realized it, the servant woman flew through the air and landed on Azorius’ bed. He trailed down her neck with kisses before hearing someone clear their throat at his door. Without looking up, Azorius waved a hand to dismiss them, “Go away. You can see and soon hear that I’m busy.”

“Azorius,” the voice spoke again, this time deeper and more commanding. It caused Azorius to look up from the servant.

Upon realizing it was King Hervouet himself, he quickly rose to his feet and shuffled a sheet over the servant. “Father… I..I didn’t know it was you, I would’ve go-”

The King cut him off, “speak nothing of it. I can see why you were… preoccupied,” He admitted getting a look at the servant who was as red as a tomato. “The coronation will begin soon. Go down to the courtyard and meet with the people. Build rapport and remind them that we will win this War. I’ll appear shortly afterwards and give my speech.”

Azorius nodded before looking back at the woman and smiling, “I wanted you to be my next conquest… but it’ll have to wait.” He grabbed his sword, and swiftly attached it to his back. “Father, I’ll make you proud,” were his final words before departing toward the courtyard. Stepping out of the palace, the sun shone brightly overhead. As soon as he emerged, he could hear his name synonymous with the cheering.

“AZORIUS!” “COME TO SAVE THE DAY, HERO?” “WE’VE NOTHING TO FEAR, AZORIUS IS HERE!”

Putting on his trademark ear-to-ear smile, Azorius raised his hand and addressed the people. “I can’t put an end to the War on my own!” He admitted. “Stick around, we’ll have some very honored guests joining us very shortly.” Azorius pointed at the raised floor. Seven plaques lay at the floor, denoting the space each of the Sins would soon fill up. “That’s where the War’s winning fighters will stand.”
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Switzerland, the capital of New Japan: Emperor Nakamura’s Palace

The Emperor’s flower garden was truly magnificent. Upon entrance, you walked between a large wooden archway. The giant Sakura tree was the centerpiece. Around it were still ponds, flowing streams and even small cascades. Polished stones led the guests to and fro, while small shrubbery lined the walkways. Under the sakura tree was a small desk and four cushions. There, the Emperor rested peacefully as he usually did. He took a long sip of Jasmine tea before calling out to a servant who waited idly behind him. “Bring our guests in. We’ve no more time to waste.”

Takeshi leaned against a pillar on the outskirts of the Palace. He arrived early to the summons, not wanting to irritate the Emperor. His eyes darted to and fro, weary of all guards. The last time he stepped foot in the palace, the Emperor was deciding whether or not to toss him into jail. He could notice a couple maidens staring and pointing at him. Likely due to the mask he wore, it reminded many people of a shinigami. A lone servant split between the maidens and made a bee-line for the samurai.

“Takeshi Shinzen, correct?” She inquired, to which he responded with a simple nod. “The Emperor is finally requesting your presence. Come, let’s not dilly-dally. We’ve already told Kikyo Tsubaka, you’re the last person.”

Takeshi rolled his eyes under his mask. “I’m the last? I thought I arrived early…” He thought, as he followed the servant back toward the flower garden.
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Oslo, capital of Norden: Chiefs Fridmund and Drifa's Courtyard

He beat his chest with one fist. “Oslo… I’ve returned,” Harald muttered with a proud grin on his face. Looking into town, he could see there were a lot of foreigners. Most were giants, some were demons. Several were humans and a few brave fairies had the gusto to show up. Reaching into his hidden vest pocket, he pulled out the flier for the Battle Royale and crumpled it before throwing it in the air.

Harald felt a light tap on his shoulder. When he turned around he was immediately met with a balled fist to his cheek. “Watch where you’re throwing your trash, weakling! You hit me with that.”

The assault pushed Harald back a couple feet. With a spit of blood he grinned at the man. “My apologies, I didn’t notice a heap of trash standing right behind me. Go figure, you’d think I’d smell you coming.” Taunting. Something most Vikings were great at. Before the Viking had time to respond to Harald’s taunt, Harald uppercut him in the jaw. The attack sent him to the floor, dizzily trying to find his attacker. “I hope you didn’t come here for the tournament…” Harald muttered, moving further into the fray.

All over Oslo, Vikings of all races and sizes were invited to a grand feast by the Chiefs of Norden, Fridmund and Drifa. Recently married, they took it upon themselves to set a higher standard for raiding. Especially with the upcoming War. Fliers were posted all over Norden:


Far on the other side of the table, Harald could spot the Chiefs lapping up mead and devouring meat. “Drifa…” He muttered, malice coating his voice.  Once in the past, he attempted her murder looking to lead Sweden before the merge.  Not only did she defeat him in battle, she let him live.  A sore dishonor being denied entrance to Valhalla.  

Silence filled the air within the peaceful environment of the Emporer's flower garden. Trailing closely behind a female servant, Kikiyo tastefully took in every inch of the room. It was all so breathtakingly beautiful. Before the female knew it, she was standing before the man himself. Almost instantly, Kikiyo brought her hands together and respectfully bowed before her Emperor. She was then addressed by a female servant and filled in Kikiyo on their current objective, which was to be patient to allow each individual to show before starting. With a simple nod of her head, Kikiyo draped one arm by her side, as the other rested against her hip. She stood with a delicate pose which somehow gave off an intimidating glow. Hanging against her back laid her iconic weapon, with its unique design. Her hands remained hidden beneath a thick pair of gloves. Her fingers began to impatiently tap against her hip as she awaited the last of their company. Kikiyo sighed softly, turning to glance at the main doorway to the garden.