Valerios
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The Netherworld
Flames and Darkness
"Oi, oi! Welcome to my little corner of the cosmos. The name's Valerios, but while you're here you can just call me Val. Now, you're probably wondering: "What the hell? This doesn't look like Hell, all bloody and torturous and s**t. So let me lay it out for ya, see Hell isn't really one kind of place, it's defined usually by the individual's vision of what Hell should look like, so that doesn't explain why it looks like it does right? Well, that's cause since I'm the boss man around here, I get to decide what it looks like. Now, why you're here, well don't take this the wrong way, but you got your a** killed. That pretty much makes you my b***h, but I can see you're a tough one, so I'll tell ya what, promise me that you'll send as many other ******** down here as you can and with a little brand I'll put you back in the land of the living. Deal, good... Now that we've got that little tidbit out of the way, let me give you a tour while I get all the paperwork for this little transaction out of the way."
* When you first arrive in the Netherworld you stand, upon an intricately carved circle, closely resembling an alchemy symbol but with a distinct difference the circle has never been used by humans as it is used primarily for the direction of souls, human or not. The circle is carved into an upraised platform made of what appears to be pure white marble. A trio of steps encircles the entire platform and allows one to climb or descend them from any angle after stepping off of the circle. Looking about, one might note that he/she is inside a structure resembling a Gothic style Catholic Church, only there is a distinct absence of a crucifix, altar or any manner of seating. Rather, in their places are respectively, a large and innately painted portrait of Valerios himself, a podium on which rests an immense black book, flipped open to roughly the middle where the last name inscribed upon your arrival is your own as well as a time of death. All about the platform which is similarly circular stand young women, all in their middle teens, garbed in a long black hooded robe as well as various other hanging robes their faces are the only portion of skin exposed and their eyes are lightless, rather they don't reflect light, they seem to give off their own. They remain silent as though they are unaware of your existence there.
Upon exiting the "Church" below you lies an immense field. Grain, ripe to be harvested covers the ground, rising to the waist of the average man, it spans for some twenty acres across before leading out onto rocky grounds where one can just make out encampments. Descending the stairs and omnipotent feeling grows behind you and upon turning one would bear witness to an immense obsidian castle, no lights emit from it though and for all practical purposes it appears abandoned.
Crossing the field one will note that the rotting bodies and skeletons of those that fought on this land as well as weapons scattered amongst the wheat litter the ground, not impossible to avoid, the crossing is fairly easy and oddly as you cross it, the name "Field of Blood" comes to mind. Coming to the opposite end though you find a circular structure resembling a Japanese house, only with no distinctive front, the upraised porch has no steps, forcing you to either bend a knee to climb up or avoid the structure as a whole. Upon entering the structure though one would find an atmosphere of gaiety and celebration, you're welcomed like a friend and invited to a drink, at the Bar stands Valerios himself a grin on his face, your first drink is on the house.
Beyond Valerios' bar one will find the encampment of the Demon Hordes camp after camp houses hundreds of thousands of soldiers of all purposes and abilities, sharpshooters, Archers, Swordsmen, Martial Artists, Mages and Fallen Angels serve as the local "Clerics". A solid path splits these camps straight down the center, at its end one comes to an encampment separate from the others, Within are men and women with blue skin and eyes with neither iris nor pupil. Hair swept back, they wear ornate, ancient armor and wield weapons made of Black Steel, known more commonly as Nethersteel the metal is unbreakable and impervious to the elements. There are thirteen of these warriors who unlike the other camps do not welcome or hail you, remaining seated in a circle facing outward these are the Majin, the greatest of the Netherworld's soldiers.
Your "tour" of the Netherworld completed, you will notice that there is neither a ceiling nor walls, at least not permanent ones, Beyond the camps a wide and open desert of red sand greets your eyes, endless so far as one can see it stretches on beyond the eye and mind's imagination. This is known as the desert of the crimson sands. Upon these lands dwell demon Monsters with the strength to obliterate entire systems. The Far desert houses the things that Nightmares are made of, things that mankind cannot even begin to comprehend.
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The Netherworld's defenses are obvious, everything here is at its most primal level, logic means nothing to these creatures, they fight to live and live to fight and enjoy it. The only defenses of the lands are the warriors that live upon it.
Flames and Darkness
"Oi, oi! Welcome to my little corner of the cosmos. The name's Valerios, but while you're here you can just call me Val. Now, you're probably wondering: "What the hell? This doesn't look like Hell, all bloody and torturous and s**t. So let me lay it out for ya, see Hell isn't really one kind of place, it's defined usually by the individual's vision of what Hell should look like, so that doesn't explain why it looks like it does right? Well, that's cause since I'm the boss man around here, I get to decide what it looks like. Now, why you're here, well don't take this the wrong way, but you got your a** killed. That pretty much makes you my b***h, but I can see you're a tough one, so I'll tell ya what, promise me that you'll send as many other ******** down here as you can and with a little brand I'll put you back in the land of the living. Deal, good... Now that we've got that little tidbit out of the way, let me give you a tour while I get all the paperwork for this little transaction out of the way."
* When you first arrive in the Netherworld you stand, upon an intricately carved circle, closely resembling an alchemy symbol but with a distinct difference the circle has never been used by humans as it is used primarily for the direction of souls, human or not. The circle is carved into an upraised platform made of what appears to be pure white marble. A trio of steps encircles the entire platform and allows one to climb or descend them from any angle after stepping off of the circle. Looking about, one might note that he/she is inside a structure resembling a Gothic style Catholic Church, only there is a distinct absence of a crucifix, altar or any manner of seating. Rather, in their places are respectively, a large and innately painted portrait of Valerios himself, a podium on which rests an immense black book, flipped open to roughly the middle where the last name inscribed upon your arrival is your own as well as a time of death. All about the platform which is similarly circular stand young women, all in their middle teens, garbed in a long black hooded robe as well as various other hanging robes their faces are the only portion of skin exposed and their eyes are lightless, rather they don't reflect light, they seem to give off their own. They remain silent as though they are unaware of your existence there.
Upon exiting the "Church" below you lies an immense field. Grain, ripe to be harvested covers the ground, rising to the waist of the average man, it spans for some twenty acres across before leading out onto rocky grounds where one can just make out encampments. Descending the stairs and omnipotent feeling grows behind you and upon turning one would bear witness to an immense obsidian castle, no lights emit from it though and for all practical purposes it appears abandoned.
Crossing the field one will note that the rotting bodies and skeletons of those that fought on this land as well as weapons scattered amongst the wheat litter the ground, not impossible to avoid, the crossing is fairly easy and oddly as you cross it, the name "Field of Blood" comes to mind. Coming to the opposite end though you find a circular structure resembling a Japanese house, only with no distinctive front, the upraised porch has no steps, forcing you to either bend a knee to climb up or avoid the structure as a whole. Upon entering the structure though one would find an atmosphere of gaiety and celebration, you're welcomed like a friend and invited to a drink, at the Bar stands Valerios himself a grin on his face, your first drink is on the house.
Beyond Valerios' bar one will find the encampment of the Demon Hordes camp after camp houses hundreds of thousands of soldiers of all purposes and abilities, sharpshooters, Archers, Swordsmen, Martial Artists, Mages and Fallen Angels serve as the local "Clerics". A solid path splits these camps straight down the center, at its end one comes to an encampment separate from the others, Within are men and women with blue skin and eyes with neither iris nor pupil. Hair swept back, they wear ornate, ancient armor and wield weapons made of Black Steel, known more commonly as Nethersteel the metal is unbreakable and impervious to the elements. There are thirteen of these warriors who unlike the other camps do not welcome or hail you, remaining seated in a circle facing outward these are the Majin, the greatest of the Netherworld's soldiers.
Your "tour" of the Netherworld completed, you will notice that there is neither a ceiling nor walls, at least not permanent ones, Beyond the camps a wide and open desert of red sand greets your eyes, endless so far as one can see it stretches on beyond the eye and mind's imagination. This is known as the desert of the crimson sands. Upon these lands dwell demon Monsters with the strength to obliterate entire systems. The Far desert houses the things that Nightmares are made of, things that mankind cannot even begin to comprehend.
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The Netherworld's defenses are obvious, everything here is at its most primal level, logic means nothing to these creatures, they fight to live and live to fight and enjoy it. The only defenses of the lands are the warriors that live upon it.
