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  1. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    IC: Valynor Syndoriel
    Strength Test

    He could not explain it. Why was it that he felt a shiver run down his spine once he came in the presence of Jack of Blades, much as he had in the presence of Galbatorix. Interestingly enough, Ganondorf had exuded power as well, but not quite at this level.

    Valynor was transfixed by both the awe and dread he felt, all because of this being. He could not begin to understand the cause. He just knew that it was thus.

    Bringing the lessons of the Test of Will to bear, Valynor forced a genial demeanor upon himself, even as he listened. For a brief second he wondered if the others felt what he'd felt? Did Jo’Sua? or maybe it was just his imagination? It could be, as fatigue was beginning to set in.

    When Jack of Blades shook his hand, the elf thought he’d felt a literal jolt run up his arm and zap the base of his skull. He felt his nape cramp for a brief moment- t’was a most curious and discomfiting sensation: but he would take it and make it through this last test. He would not be dissuaded by his feelings.

    Deep inside, he could feel a dark stirring he had already decided to keep tamped down.

    Valynor looked upon the weights, giving only the slightest evidence of dispassion upon his face. He continued to listen as the order of participation was revealed.

    Amaya would be first, followed by himself, then Jo’Sua and the newcomer would be last. The four would be tested in that order.

    Valynor only partially payed attention as the woman took the test. His competitive side did not wish to be outdone by the astute female. He had not heard her words during the Test of Will, because of the winds, but managed to glean of her ploy to work together while simply listening to idle conversation. It had been a good plan, despite it never being realized. Still, there would no use for teamwork here, for weight-lifting was an individual performance.

    Even so, Valynor could only stare at his hands and wonder where his Eldritch Might gone?

    Before he knew it, it was his turn. Valynor was no stranger to athletics, they simply weren’t his strong suit. Methodically, he took several centering breaths and moved forward. The body mechanics of lifting weights were known to him- academically. He was not weak, but his might was resided in his mind. With a thought, he could have lifted a mountainside. Now, that would have been a more appropriate test, yes?

    ’Pick up. Lift above head. Five seconds.’

    A final intake of air and then an exhale. He’d already forgotten where Amaya had left off. Was it the 20 or the 30 pounds? It didn't really matter.

    Valynor relaxed his shoulders, bent his knees, curled with his biceps as he straightened and hefted over his head with the upward motion. It was all one smooth transition, which he held for five seconds. He had no issues whatsoever with the two, five and ten pound weights, because he was not out of shape.

    Despite his best efforts he did struggle noticeably with the twenty pound weights. Sadly, he could not successfully hide his displeasure at this. Next, he stood before the thirty pound weights, he regarded them dubiously, taking an extended pause to re-energize his blood and lungs before the attempt.

    Oh, this one was a struggle. He immediately began to sweat, his face turning as red as his hair, but he would not give up. His form was good, but his body did tremble at the effort. He even gritted his teeth as a grunt escaped him. Then his eyes seemed to flash as something inside spurred him suddenly.

    The elf let out an uncharacteristic hiss as he hefted the 30 pound weights over his head, held them for five seconds, then released them, letting them clatter upon the ground.

    “I do not…remotely...resemble….a bloody…ORC!

    With that declaration, he spun on his heel and walked off, completely ignoring the rest of the weights. Valynor's breathing was labored and his mood fouled. Truly, he needed to get his magics back. This couldn’t possibly be a snapshot go his present existence. If that was the case, he would demand the same as the genome had demanded. He'd much rather go back to the dream from whence he had come, than go on without the very magics that were the foundation of his being.



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  2. Master Vo

    Master Vo Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 19, 2017
    Goro Oni
    The Constitution Test

    Goro Oni, the Patriarch of the Oni family within the Hada clan, had certainly had a strange day, to say the least. As he now entered the room for his final test, he looked around and listened the the Baron Quinn. A plank? This was the last test? Not bad at all. He quickly moved into position, managing to hold it for about five minutes, before he began to shake and held through for another minute before standing up.

    "There. All done." Goro said, brushing some dust off his clothes and readjusting his eyepatch. He had planked plenty of times before, and had always made a point to take good care of his physique. Old days. Nothing like this he thought to himself.

    "What happens now then?" he inquired, scratching his chin and yawning. He patted his pockets, before he frowned. He then checked his jacket pockets, and his frown worsened.

    "And... uh, would you happen to have a cigarette?" He asked the baron, before turning to the others, with not much hope that any of them would have any. It had been a bad day, but Goro thought that this might be the worst part.

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  3. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Amaya Trakand
    ~The Strength Test~


    The test of wills was over. She was not sure whether or not they had passed. There was no way to test her suggestion, though from what she could surmise the others probably had not heard it.

    This was turning into a very long day. Now the strength test followed. The evaluator put her on edge for some reason. She resisted the urge to pull back her hand when he… it shook it.

    Amaya had some doubts about the test. She tried to focus on the task and not on the evaluator. She knew her limitations. Yes, she could wield a sword and a shield, but they were fitted to her physique so to speak, but weight lifting was not her forte.

    For some reason she was to go first. At least she could rest while the others did it. She started okay, slowly putting weights, but was reaching her breaking point. A warrior should always know their limitations.

    Maybe during extraordinary circumstances she could have lifted more, but these hardly qualified as such. There was no shame in admitting and acknowledging one’s limits.

    She felt the strain at forty. If she were to carry them in a more normal manner, she probably would have been able to carry more, but pushing them over her head, that made it extra difficult.

    Amaya almost buckled at fifty and simply managed to give a loud gasp and almost dropped the weights. She managed to maintain control and brought them down slowly and carefully.

    Wiping her forehead she moved aside to rest and observe…

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  4. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
    ~The Strength Test, Evaluation Chamber~

    A series of twelve weights for obvious lifting had been arrayed in a row along the wall. After the woman had done her impressive lifting for a human he stepped forward. Sure and able, something told him this should be no problem even to the largest weight. Then he began, the simple weights being lifted high, held and set down. The tiny weights were nothing but practice, the next same. Then the thirty, the forty, and the. . .and the.

    Something was wrong, looking at his arm he saw he could raise the fifty weight over his head but it immediately dropped back down to shoulder level. He couldn't hold it up for a five count! He felt his nose twitching and his lips curl under his mask at his own arm as though it was an offending object. Was he really this weak? Or was it that he was worn out from the prior exertions? He did not know. For a final attempt he raised it a third time, got a two count before it dropped again. Shaking his head set it back in the rack with a shake and rattle of his own armor and a hiss of a breath of at the situation.

    It was wrong. He may not remember what it should be, but it shouldn't be this! With a rasping breath and steady glare he watched as the elf did his own thing and made the insult pile on to whatever injury his form suffered. This was not right. Albeit the reason for not materializing them with their weapons was even more explicit.

    Tag: Amaya, Valynor, Aryan, @TheAdmiral @greyjedi125 @HanSolo29 @Darth_Elu
     
  5. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002
    Charjra Myt'tar
    The Constitution Test

    As Charjra stood up and continued to watch, the strange man who was with them was still holding the position. When he passed a few minutes, an eyebrow went up. Considering how much her stomach had felt the burn, that man was impressive in this task.

    "There. All done." the man said, brushing some dust off his clothes and readjusting his eyepatch. "What happens now then?" he asked. Charjra just shrugged her shoulders. It was a good question, however.

    The man then seemed to search himself, as if looking for something. He then looked up and spoke to them once more.

    "And... uh, would you happen to have a cigarette?" he asked, looking at the Baron first, and then them. A cig-aah-ret? It was not a word Charjra was familiar with. She wondered if it was some type of tool? What would he have use of an item right now? She simply shook her head.

    "No." She shrugged. "Perhaps when this is over, you might find some?" she added as encouragement.


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  6. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 RPF/SWC/Fan Art Manager & Bill Pullman Connoisseur star 7 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    IC: Aryan Graul
    Strength Test, Evaluation Chamber

    As Aryan lay sprawled against the wall, the wind still whipping violently from its source, he became mildly aware of the warrior woman, Amaya, trying to shout above the tempest. The roar drowned out her words for the most part, but he was still able to decipher enough to realize that she wanted them to rise up together to overcome this challenge. While it sounded like a good idea in theory, he certainly had his doubts about its effectiveness.

    Fortunately, he didn’t have to think about it too hard. It soon became a moot point once the winds stopped and the chime sounded to usher them to the next station. Nevertheless, he still sought out the young woman’s gaze and offered a slight nod as he passed her by.

    However, Graul didn’t bother to look back to see whether she acknowledged the gesture. His thoughts had already turned inward to silently grouse about their final task – the strength test. He had lost his patience with this process a few stations ago, and his irritation was beginning to mount. The physical demands of the last two tasks only exacerbated the situation.

    That’s why he failed to react when he ultimately confronted their evaluator face-to-face. The imposing nature of the man did not faze Aryan as he accepted the proffered hand and shook it firmly. In fact, he may have even applied more pressure than necessary to emphasize his disdain for the current system.

    He carried that same disdain over to the challenge itself, using it as a tool to strengthen his resolve and to prove that he would not be dissuaded by obvious acts of deterrence. This was his for the taking.

    And so, after the others had completed their turn, including the elf-like creature storming out in a tantrum, Aryan stepped forward to show his worth. Despite his weary muscles and the general sense of fatigue now plaguing his body, he managed to progress all the way to the sixty-pound weight. It was likely the result of the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins, driving him onward.

    With his teeth clenched together, the weight teetered over his head in a precarious position before he issued an audible grunt and practically threw it to the floor. He then staggered back a few paces and spread his hands to signify that he had reached his limit.

    “Hopefully, that should suffice,” he muttered wryly, his expression hardening as he huffed to catch his breath from the exertion.

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  7. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Approved by our GM, @Darth_Elu the Mighty

    Character Sheet
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    Name: Maez

    Race: saiyan

    Gender: male

    Age: 27

    Hair Color: Black, purple highlights

    Eye Color: Black

    Height & Build: 6 ft. Athletic

    Other Physical Attributes: Maez has a tail, which he keeps hidden

    Magic Sensitivity: Yes
     
  8. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    Arthur
    Test of Dexterity

    With his arms still hurting Authur carried himself over to the final station. He was presented with an odd contraption that he had no idea of how it worked. As it was demonstrated he still had no idea what wizardry was being done. It was made of metal and boomed like thunder. The knight let the others go first watching them and furrowing his brow. This was a new and terrible weapon, one he did not fully trust. It seemed to hurl something akin to arrowheads, without the shaft, and they seemed to be expelled from the weapon by dragon fire if he had to guess. It was all very strange and forign to him. He found himself blinking after every shot the loud crack of the weapon, of the fire that issued forth. It was not a pleasant thing and when it was his turn he walked up to the weapon.

    The woman wearing not very much had shown them how to use it and it seemed straightforward enough, much simpler than the sword which was a weapon he seemed intimately familiar with. Taking it up he attempted to line up the 'sights' with the target it seemed a more compact and powerful version of a crossbow, a weapon Arthur was not at all good with. Putting into a sheath at least that's what it looked like to him, he attempted to 'Quick Draw'. Pulling it quickly from the holster he pulled on the trigger once, then felt a sharp pain in his hand nearly causing him to drop the weapon. Looking down he found space between his index finger and thumb caught into the mechanism of the death machine. Blood poured from the wound and he had to nearly rip his hand away from the 'gun' to put it away.

    Needless to say he didn't pass...

    TAG: @Sinrebirth @Shadowsun @Darth_Elu
     
  9. Darth_Elu

    Darth_Elu Chosen One star 7

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2003
    Jack of Blades IC:
    ~Strength Station, Evaluation Chamber~

    As Amaya progressed through the weights, Jack of Blades watched silently. She did well enough in his estimation. A good starting point to grow from, without a doubt. He said nothing, but he needed as a small show of satisfaction.

    Valynor did…ok. Honestly, Jack had been hoping for a little bit more from the elf, but then the Way of Strength was not the only way. Not by any means. If it was not his…strength, to be forgiven the pun, then it wasn’t. There were other ways.

    “No, you are no orc,” mused Jack in reply to the elf’s annoyed outburst but said nothing further.

    The results from Jo’Sua were interesting to the crimson evaluator, more from the wraith’s own reaction rather than what he had managed to achieve. Better than Valynor had done, but just shy of where Amaya had concluded. The hissing annoyance from the being spoke of surprise and frustration.

    Though Jo’Sua could not remember much of his life, from what he could, things were likely not adding up. How agonizing that must be, Jack wondered with mild curiosity.

    “Very well. You have done adequately,” he stated simply before moving on to their final member at the time.

    Jack watched Aryan much the same as the others, quiet thoughts dancing behind his impossible to read mask. When the sixty pound weight clattered to the floor and the man staggered back, he smirked to himself.

    It was done then.

    “Hopefully, that should suffice.”

    Ah, the wonders of stress and fatigue whittling a person down, forcing them to reveal far more than they ever would have dared normally. Throw in the suddenness and perplexity of everything around it…it was rather something to behold. Truly.

    “Oh, quite so, I’d say,” Jack agreed. His tone betrayed his amusement.

    No ringing this time. Just as it was starting, Jack silenced it with a hand gesture. A sign of magic being present with him as well.

    “Congratulations, you have reached the end of these little tests of ours. Make your way to where you had all lingered together at the start. In front of the central dais. Rest and prepare for our parting words before you’re led to the feast.”

    With that he motioned for them to head in that direction as a way of dismissal. They had, at last, been released. At least from the evaluations, if not the Chamber itself just yet. They would be the third group to make it there.

    Tag: Jo’Sua, Valynor, Amaya, & Aryan @Mitth_Fisto @greyjedi125 @TheAdmiral @HanSolo29

    *****
    Revy IC:
    ~Dexterity Station, Evaluation Chamber~

    Revy watched carefully as Wapoe fired a shot. Just one. And hadn’t even bothered to check how he did, passing the test weapon along immediately. Huh. Now that was interesting.

    Revy just raised her eyebrows, but then shrugged with her hands held up in a classic ‘well, what can you do?’ gesture. If the guy was just that done, nothin’ they could do about it. Honestly, she couldn’t entirely blame him.

    Even if it annoyed her slightly. She had been kind of wondering how the hooded one would do. Oh well.

    It was Arthur’s turn now. And once again, it really only took one shot. And apparently a small wound. Dropping the weapon, ‘King Arthur’ as she had dubbed him, had somehow caught the space between his index finger and thumb into the hammer of the gun.

    “The hell did you do!?” she questioned, not really expecting an answer though. She scooped up the weapon and shook her head.

    She passed the gun to Jupiter herself at this point and told him to end the evaluations on a high note. That was the saving grace here, at least this was it. Quickly, he detached a small drone from his back.

    “Huh. That’s useful,” Revy remarked.

    Three practice shots later, it was already doing really well. As a machine with its appearance? It better do well, she reasoned! Revy grinned and nodded pleased.

    [The next three are my official shots.]

    “Let’s do it then!”

    Two bullseyes and just barely an inner ring shot, almost a bullseye! Revy clapped.

    “High note! Yeah!” Revy exclaimed with a small fist pump, ignoring the almost disappointed sound of the robot’s voice.

    “I’ll take the gun and its holster back, thanks.”

    She reached out to take them and looked them all over, about to say something when the dreadful ringing sound made itself known a final time. Sighing, she pulled out her device and turned it off before pocketing it again.

    Finally. Anyway, congrats, you’re all done. We can finally get a move on! So, head on over to that area over there where you were all standing around at the start,” Revy motioned toward the area right in front of the central dais, “Those of us in charge of these little stations have to do one last little chat, say a few final words, and then we can bid each other farewell! Bet you’re getting tired of our faces.”

    The woman laughed and then waved them all off toward where she had motioned. At last, they were released from the evaluations themselves! They would also be the first ones done and reaching the area in front of the dais. A little extra achievement.

    Tag: Dusty, Wapoe, Arthur, & Jupiter @Sinrebirth @galactic-vagabond422 @Shadowsun

    *****
    Baron Quinn IC:
    ~Constitution Station, Evaluation Chamber~

    As they all began their final test, Quinn watched them all carefully. Charjra seemed to be in a good mood, likely elated that they would be done soon. It was interesting to see who was simply relieved and who was just downright frustrated at the finale of these evaluations. Evidently she was in the former category.

    Goro was doing well as expected and just as expected was the trouble Grimble was having as the diminutive gnome struggled to hold his plank. Still managing for now though.

    Irryn and Charjra were both doing well, at least at first. And then there was the other member of their group. Maez. The Baron watched him with interest as he seemed to be holding his own in the evaluation too.

    In the end, the dark elf was the first to succumb among the five of them. A little surprising, but she seemed nonplussed by the results so that was for the good. Not long after her was Grimble. Better than the Baron thought he’d do, if he was honest. He gave the little man a small nod.

    “Very good, you two,” he said quietly, “Now we see how these three do.”

    In time, Irryn finally relented. The Baron clapped for her a couple times. “Excellent! Rest up as we see who the winner of our group is going to be.”

    Between Maez and Goro, it had become. And in the end, the mini-champion stood up nonchalantly and brushed himself off like it was nothing.

    “There. All done.”

    Maez had succumbed just a little while before the one with the eyepatch. And with that…they were done at last.

    “Amazingly done, you two. Very good, very good!” The Baron beamed at them, “It would seem you are our winner of the moment, Mr. Oni.”

    The man in response patted his pockets as if missing something, not an unusual thing to occur for new recruits, and then looked up at him.

    “And…uh, would you happen to have a cigarette?”

    Charjra answered first. “No. Perhaps when this is over, you might find some?”

    “Indeed, Miss Charjra, indeed,” the Baron intoned before looking at the one-eyed man again with a smirk in place. “And with this, it is over.”

    That ringing sound made itself known for a last time, which Baron fished out of his pocket and silenced it, before pocketing it with his free hand up holding a single finger while he did so.

    “And with that said —“ he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “— a surprise gift! I can’t say it is a habit I’ve picked up myself, but I’ve learned to have these on hand as a reward to some of those who work hard for me. I think this may qualify, don’t you?”

    A flick of a finger and one cigarette was pulled out just enough so Goro could take it from the pack, but then Quinn surprised him by instead pushing the whole thing into his outreached hand.

    “For a job well done, Mr. Oni. And don’t say I never gave you anything,” with a laugh he motioned for the whole group to focus on him now, “Now, now. I know we’ve all been having so much fun in this large room, but it is now over. So if you’ll kindly make your way over to the front of the central dais where you were when you first arrived in here with me, I’d appreciate it. We evaluators need to have one more chat, give some parting words to each of you, and then at long last we’ll let you go eat and escape this room! Lovely though it is.”

    With a wink, Baron Quinn nodded toward where he wanted them to go, a final dismissal and their long awaited release from the tests. When they made their way over, which was not far from them, they were the fourth group to reach it.

    Tag: Grimble, Charjra, Goro, Maez, & Irryn @Ktala @Master Vo'Un'Var @greyjedi125 @darthhelinith

    *****
    Sesshomaru IC:
    ~Agility Station, Evaluation Chamber~

    Sesshomaru furrowed his brow, but did his best to ignore the orc’s boisterous nature, and just silently watched them each take his test one at a time as requested. They were almost done. Something none of them had forgotten, he was certain.

    Ayira was the first to go and she did well. Her speed was pretty good and she seemed to possess above-average agility as she weaved through the columns. In battle, she likely was a tough one to land a melee blow on for most enemies.

    “Well done,” he said as she returned to them.

    Wuwu Gow Go went next and Sesshomaru also nodded at her results, filing them away mentally without much verbal reply. After her…

    The Jam. Or so he continually kept announcing. As he moved through the course with decent speed…for an orc his size…his agility quickly jumped out at him.

    And not necessarily for the right reasons. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at the proverbial bull and just slowly nodded as he returned.

    “Thank you,” was all he said in a carefully restrained voice.

    Finally, Patriarch brought up the conclusion to their group. As he progressed, it was quickly apparent this was not his strong suit. But even with his heavy armor on, he did admirably well. He earned at least a measure of respect for managing through.

    “You did well,” he said before taking a deep breath and motioning them all just a little closer to him.

    “And with that,” he paused as he fished out his device instinctively and silenced it just as it began to ring, “we are done at last. No more tests do you need to take. I am sure you have long waited for that statement and here you are. Good job! Now, make your way to where you all were standing when you first arrived here. In front of the central dais there. Rest up and after we evaluators have a little chat amongst ourselves, we shall give some last parting words, then allow you to leave for food.”

    The man with silver hair and golden eyes motioned for them to begin heading that way. “Well done again with persevering.”

    And that was that. They had finally been released from the tests! When they made it over to the central dais, they would find themselves as the second group to finish.

    Tag: Ayira, Patriarch, Wuwu Gow Go, & Jam @spacelady @Shadowsun @The Jedi in the Pumas

    *****
    At the Central Dais

    Once the last three groups finished, so that all seven groups split up for the evaluations were finally rejoined in front of the central dais as requested, the evaluators quietly moved toward a spot in front of the double doors that led in and out of the Evaluation Chamber.

    Much like before, they seemed to huddle up together and begin speaking in quiet tones amongst themselves. They would not speak long, not yet, but enough to go over the immediate results and exchange initial thoughts about what was to come next.

    Revy appeared as impatient as ever as she whispered. Xanatos by contrast was amused, his gaze occasionally looking over to the new elites to see how they were doing. Sesshomaru, Galbatorix, and Jack of Blades appeared all serious and professional in their opinions. Not that they could hear what those were. Baron Quinn and Ganondorf were grinning, both laughing a few times in between their hushed exchange. This was stopped a bit by a look from Galbatorix and their talk resumed.

    The end of this chamber was nigh. But for now, the elites had a small chance to collect themselves and intermingle with one another. To elate about their soon to be full release or to commiserate all the agony they had just been put through.

    That was up to them.

    Tag: Everyone

    @spacelady @Mitth_Fisto @Sinrebirth @Shadowsun @Ktala @greyjedi125 @Master Vo'Un'Var @TheAdmiral @HanSolo29 @galactic-vagabond422 @darthhelinith @The Jedi in the Pumas

    OOC: This little chatter amongst yourselves will be kept short as I plan to update again on Sunday or next Monday as usual (preferably the former). Next update, you leave the Evaluation Chamber at last!
     
  10. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Wapoe
    Wry

    With that awful ring, the Evaluations seemed to finally be over.

    Finally," said Revy, with an exasperated tone that matched Wapoe's concerns. "Anyway, congrats, you’re all done. We can finally get a move on! So, head on over to that area over there where you were all standing around at the start,” She motioned toward the area right in front of the central dais, “Those of us in charge of these little stations have to do one last little chat, say a few final words, and then we can bid each other farewell! Bet you’re getting tired of our faces.”

    Wapoe didn't give her the satisfaction of a sarcastic response, and nodded slightly, heading over first out of Dusty, Arthur and Jupiter. He'd not paid much attention to the mess with the trigger, though Jupiter seemed inclined to impress... Wapoe was sure to stand far away from him, watching the cyborg intently.

    Next they were in a final room with all manner of individual.

    Wapoe regarded them in all their shapes; the massive creature, the lithe humans... he was conscious that he recognized several of them, but not directly.

    His head inclined, and he began to wonder why.

    Then he took in their 'trainers', and looking at them together his suspicions as to their intentions grew harder.

    Impatient Revy, smug Xanatos, the violently professional Sesshomaru, Galbatorix, and Jack of Blades - especially Galbotorix. Baron Quinn and Ganondorf were almost grinning malovently, and Wapoe noted as Galbatorix glared them quiet, though the conversation did not cease. His hooded eyes roved, and he ended up muttering to himself, careful to make it loud enough to be heard by the others, but not their teachers, like a troublemaker pitching his voice just at the right level to not get him into direct trouble.

    "Don't they all look geared for violence... rather than war?"

    It was a subtle difference, and he wasn't sure if they'd all understand it, but some might.

    TAG: @spacelady @Mitth_Fisto, @Shadowsun @Ktala @greyjedi125 @Master Vo'Un'Var @TheAdmiral @HanSolo29 @galactic-vagabond422 @darthhelinith @The Jedi in the Pumas and of course @Darth_Elu
     
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  11. Shadowsun

    Shadowsun Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Jun 26, 2017
    IC: The Patriarch
    Time for a little chat...

    The Patriarch remained silent at the news the evaluations were over. He wandered over to the starting area, contemplating removing his mask. He still could not quite remember why he wore the suit of armor or the mask, only that it was important. From the runes on it clearly it had some magical purpose although he did not sense any dwelling with in it. Still, it was probably best to keep his face hidden until he fully understood why he did.

    He studied the evaluators, making a small ranking list of who he thought the most powerful one was, not that such things mattered too much, he still needed to find out how exactly this 'Shadow's Reach' worked. The priority, however, was regaining his memories and then his magic. He felt like a one third of who he truly was, doubtless it would be soon until they came flooding back. The one named Quinn said around the evening or the next day, something along those lines.

    Yes, memories, magic and then the mechanisms of this world, that was the current course of action, but there was not much now that he could do about any of that, it certainly would not hurt to learn more about his fellow trainees, even if they did not quite know themselves yet.

    He turned to the one named Wapoe, one of the few he had taken note to learn more about once they all arrived.

    "Don't they all look geared for violence... rather than war?"

    The Patriarch nodded. He understood what Wapoe meant, if they were geared for war they would look more, well, more professional. It was certainly a rag tag group of individuals.

    "Indeed, there is no uniformity to their gear, clothing or look. They all seem radically different and not part of a cohesive whole" The masked man paused, opening his mouth once more.

    "Perhaps what interests me more is everything out there, in the place they call Shadow's Reach. This Omniverse if it truly contains everything, think of the possibilities" He gestured to the rest of the group.

    "Clearly we are all from vastly different worlds..." He then began to gesture to the various people gathered, "...a Machina walker, elves, an orc, some from more advanced civilizations then I am used to, unfortunately the occasionally rube and clearly many of you are more than what you seem, with some notable exceptions" He eyed the Jam as he said this last part. By ‘rube’ the Patriarch was referring to those that had no magical capability, even though none of them had magic at this moment.

    All he said was from mere observation, he was curious as to each of their capabilities, he had only been able to observe how the human named Ayira, the orc Jam and the being known as Wuwu Gow Go had performed, the rest of them were a mystery. He withheld his questions for now, wanting to wait for his and the others’ memories to return before he inquired any further.

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  12. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Valynor Syndoriel
    After Evaluations

    With a centering breath, the red haired elf composed himself, then gave a respectful nod to their instructor. Jack of Blades. Despite his fatigue, he would not forget his manners, nor the respect that ‘Power’ inherently commanded.

    His group was dismissed and relegated towards the dais by the entrance. Valynor’s mind began to review all that he'd experienced since becoming ‘born’ into this place, this Shadow’s Reach. The memory of what once was….well, some memories seemed clearer than others. It was strange. But he was pleased that his memory of the Sages of the White Tower were as palpable as Galbatorix, Jack of Blades or even Baron Quinn.

    Soon, Valynor neared those gathered. In his silence, he absently moved about his arms, promoting circulation as he sought to chase away muscle fatigue. He only half listened to what was being said and did not consciously stand next to any one specific person. However, his attention was fully captured by a spoken insinuation.

    Valynor’s found himself frowning without meaning to, as his green eyes now gazed at the cloaked speaker. There was no face inside the raised hood….only darkness?

    "Don't they all look geared for violence... rather than war?"

    Almost as by reflex, did the elf cast his gaze at the instructors and regarded them for a moment. In his mind, he couldn’t agree or disagree with the cloaked figure. They simply did not know enough to arrive at any conclusion. Well, at least he didn’t think so.

    All he wished was for his magics to be returned to him. After that was achieved, perhaps then he’d feel better suited to get more answers- besides- he was starving. Didn’t someone mention something about a feast?


    *********
    Maez
    After the test

    Maez ‘huffed’ audibly at hearing that ‘eye-patch’ had won their training contest, then grinned at both The Baron and Mr. Oni as he spoke.

    “I wasn’t even trying...not really.” He declared in a casual manner and watched as ‘eye-patch’ claim his prize. “Maybe next time.” He intoned competitively before moving off towards the gathered group.

    Maze had found the testing intriguing, albeit a bit unchallenging, except for Ganondorf’s test, which had unseated him despite his best efforts, and that spitfire Revy. Now, she had been interesting and her weapons did catch his eyes They were crude, but powerful. Perhaps he could familiarize himself with both later. That would be a good way to find out more about…whatever this was.

    Earlier, just for a moment, he’d felt his inner power surge inside him. He needed that back. With it, he could flatten the Orc in a single blow! He was the only one who looked like a decent challenge. Other than him, he couldn’t say much about the others. He did not feel threatened by any of them; with the exception of the instructors themselves.

    It was all odd, intriguing and exhilarating all at once.

    Even so, he didn’t say much once he joined the group of newcomers. He sized them up once again and his feelings remained unchanged. There was no threat here, sadly.
    The last thing he remembered was beating down a platoon of Freiza’s goons. It was child’s play…but also a distraction. Too late did he realize the real danger, as a sphere of power as large as the sun bore down onto the planet.

    Then this.

    ‘Tch!’.

    Maez forcibly shut-out the memory of such a bitter defeat. He could not bare such a thing, even if it was in a past life. Thus, he opted to listen to what was being said. A man in a cloak was speaking then.

    "Don't they all look geared for violence... rather than war?"

    Maez remained silent as he listened to the man in armor and a mask speak next. His eyes however, were appraising the ladies in their company. He needed to determine which were strong.

    Once the man in the mask finished, he interjected his opinion.

    “War, violence…” He said and scoffed despite himself, more at the memory which persisted on intruding ‘uninvited’ in his mind, than anything else.

    “All that matters is who is the strongest, who’s the King of the Hill.”

    He eyed them all momentarily as he smirked at them, then chuckled in mild amusement.

    If there was a moon come night time….

    ...maybe, just maybe


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  13. Shadowsun

    Shadowsun Force Ghost star 4

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    Jun 26, 2017
    IC: Jupiter
    Without a directive.

    The robot clambered its way back to the entrance. Its circuity whirring as it went over the results of the final test. It was deeply, well not annoyed, Jupiter was not one of the robots cursed with emotion, its files for that were conveniently absent, it was more troubled by the results.

    {Final Shot Missed}
    {Undergoing Ballistic Analysis}
    {Recreating Projectile Path}
    {Analysis Results = Recoil Greater Than expected}
    {Solution = Adjust Aim by 0.127 Degrees}

    Seemingly 'satisfied' with having found the problem with its shooting it turned its attention to the rest of the group.

    {Speaker = 'Wapoe'}
    {Threat Level = Low}
    {Action Required = No}
    {Dialogue Input = "Don't they all look geared for violence... rather than war?"}

    Jupiter did not understand. It understood the words, its memory banks knew of war, although not to great detail, large swathes of its memory files were still corrupted. The robot remained silent, ignoring the words spoken by the Patriarch. It did not care for these 'possibilities' he spoke of, its current directive was to recover its memory files, nothing could be done about that so there was no use in talking.

    {Speaker = 'Maez'}
    {Threat Level = High}
    {Action Required = No}
    {Dialogue Input = "War, violence…All that matters is who is the strongest, who’s the King of the Hill.”}


    Jupiter agreed with this sentiment, its artificial framework was seemingly built to analyze the strength of his opponents, this one seemed like one of the stronger ones of the group, in terms of raw physical ability, it was not sure however if this 'Maez' was faster than Jupiter, perhaps, but that would remain to be seen.

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  14. Ktala

    Ktala Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 7, 2002
    Charjra Myt'tar
    Final Finals

    The last test was finally over. Not the greatest. But not too bad, considering. Once they were done with the Baron, one of the men asked for a strange thing. A cig..gar..ret? But the Baron knew what it was, and handed the man a squarish looking item, with one long tapered item sticking out. They looked like what some of the elder humans sometimes had. She merely looked over and shrugged. At least he found what he was looking for. As the Baron pointed them towards the Central Dias, she saw the other groups were now also converging on the spot.

    So, what had all of this been for? Darned if she knew. She was just happy it was over. Now finished with the tasks, the group was herded together. From there, she could see all the other instructors from the other tests altogether, having a meeting of their own. Now, she was able to see some of the others who were there. Some of them, she knew they were not there when they started. One newcomer, was....a metal golem? It moved, walked, and talked. But all she saw was metal. An interesting bit of work. Quietly, Charjra moved among the others, looking at them curious of the different types of creatures and beings that seemed to have been assembled. Another was a woman, who was very muscular. It was something she could appreciate and understand. JAM was off someplace being .. well, being JAM.

    She looked back up where the instructors were discussing things. She was curious about what they could be saying about them as a group. Were they looking for several folks to stand out, and how they stood out? Are they culling the group? Again, she had no idea. She heard bits and pieces of conversation as she wandered about. Finally, she found a pillar which she could lean against, as she watched the instructors talk among themselves. Even though even her elven ears could not hear anything, she could watch body language and lips move. So she simply leaned back, being very attentive to what was going on around her.

    In truth, she was looking forward to both a good meal and some well-deserved sleep. If she could sleep.


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  15. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

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    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Jo'Sua Dhatra
    ~The Vestibule, ~

    After the tests were officially done they were directed to a gathering spot, the gathering spot they had first arrived at. Where they had been told to wait before the tests had begun. They all had complied, they had no reason nor choice not to.

    Once more the group was assembled, once more the evaluations evaluators were gathered over there above and away from them. Once more they were free to talk amongst themselves as the those in positions of authority did. Jovially so.

    One asked about whether suited for not war but violence. Another stated the all that mattered was whom was the top being of a mound of dirt. Was that a warrior or a hobbit? Disgusting. With a rasping deep grunt he moved toward the other in a cloak. His mind was feeling the way, he could not say why he felt the way that he did but he felt there was a flaw in the question to begin with. "War comes in many forms. Gorilla. Confederation. Orc. Many forms lack. . .uniforms, for those in power."

    This conversation was nothing more than a diversion. He was anxiously awaiting the next step, not because of the food. Not because of the drink. He only truly cared what came next. Sleep. And with it, memories, remembering who and what he was. Why he was. What mattered and was true. As well as magic, magic to do what his body wanted him to do. What he felt like he should be able to do.

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  16. spacelady

    spacelady Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 16, 2003
    OOC: Apologies, I'm trying to multitask and post. :p And I hope I didn't leave anyone out in the tag! :)

    IC as Ayira

    And so, they were finally finished with their trials. The large group of various people, creatures, and other things, were then instructed to gather where they first started in the vast chamber. She followed their lead and did as she was told, being much too tired and sore to argue. Ayira eyed those assembled around her as she came to a stop, shifting her weight and folding her arms across her chest. While her memories were still lacking, she could at least tell that she had never seen anything like Jam before, or that metal creature.

    She overheard murmurs of the others commenting on those who were judging their tests, "Don't they all look geared for violence... rather than war?" She listened to the quiet responses and mulled over her own opinions. She still wasn't sure what to think. She was still missing too many important details, like her memories and what felt like her own magic.

    Ayira tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder in frustration as they were made to wait even longer. Her stomach grumbled slightly. She could really use a hot meal and a bed about now... The man next to her seemed just as frustrated as her. She gave him a look in agreement, silently conveying that she was also quite done with all of this.

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  17. darthhelinith

    darthhelinith Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Feb 10, 2009
    Irryn

    Irryn stretched again, a limb at a time, as she stood with the others, her body having not quite recovered from the 'planking'.
    She understood the hooded being's statement of course, but felt both it, and the others that responded to it were far too suspicious of their hosts. There was still too many gaps, so many that it was impossible to make a judgement and she had half a mind to say as such.

    She raised an eyebrow at the one who had identified themselves as Maez. "Physical strength is a poor indicator of what denotes quality of monarchy." She moved away from him. "You are all far too apprehensive for knowing so little. I, for one, am grateful of the offer of food."
    She paused for the moment before adding, with a coy smile, "It's not like we have anywhere else to be."

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  18. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    Arthur

    The knight got his hand bandaged up after what Revy called a Slide Bite, meaning he held the weapon wrong and injured himself. Wasn't sure if it was his inexperience with the device or his lack of fine motor coordination was up for debate. He took his place with the others looking at the proctors of the exams as they talked. The others around him spoke, commenting on the motley collection people both before the dias and on it. It was explained that they were all drawn from different planes of existence. It would make sense that they would look vastly different from each other.

    Though the undercurrent of the Patriarch remark about 'Rubes' set Arthur on edge. He might not of had magic but that didn't make him useless. There was a feeling as though he'd dealt with this in the past. A prejudice against those that could not use magic, that could not touch the weave, or the world beyond. It wasn't anything he hadn't apparently delt with before. Though this was only a vague feeling. He still narrowed his eyes a little at the man covered head to toe in armor. Hearing the others chime in he just crossed his arms.

    "Strength and power isn't the only thing. They can go a long way but, they cannot give complete loyalty from those you command. They may fear you but, if they don't trust you or believe in you, they will not give all they have, to give their last breath for you. We will see how these lead us, and how we lead...if that is our fate."

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  19. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Maez
    Know thy enemy...

    Without even thinking anything of it, Maez scoffed aloud, then chuckled. It was a dry and mirthless sound, punctuated by a sly grin.

    “I watched an alien monarch half my size command enough power to obliterate an entire planet with his will alone!!” The man declared brusquely.

    The sly grin remained, though Maez did seem to wince momentarily, as if in pain.

    “You see, he was wiping out those whom he feared, but did not fear him in turn. He brought his entire armada against us, but in the end, he wiped us out himself…with his own POWER!”

    An almost wild look came over Maez, as a grimace now painted itself upon his visage. The dark haired newcomer seemed to realize that speaking on that particular topic was vexing him in front of the others. Of course it did, but they couldn’t understand- not that he cared if they did or not. Still, he took a breath and calmed, gradually- somewhat.

    “So you see, I have seen what that level of power can do, I lived it! I thought it was all over. There was a bright flash in the sky, tremors and screaming everywhere, then nothing....nothing but emptiness and oblivion; or so I thought. Until I woke up….here.” At that last bit, he gestured all around.

    “Don’t fool yourselves. Think back to your own experiences and you’ll see that I’m right. Only those who are mighty make the rules…much like here and now.”

    With that, Maez crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest and nodded knowingly, the smirk he wore never leaving his face.

    No one had to know that he too craved that level of power…for reasons all his own.

    ******

    Valynor Syndoriel
    Spoken thoughts are also revelations

    The red haired elf had decided to keep his own counsel for now, though he listened to those who chose to speak, as well as those who chose not to.

    If asked, Valynor could not clearly say why he was surprised that Jo’Sua had decided to join in the exchange. Maybe it was because the wraith had said so little before now? Not that it mattered. Jo’Sua had made a good point, one which found Valynor nodding in agreement.

    For some reason he found Lady Irryn’s reaction amusing, despite her soft rebuke of the other speakers. At her mention of food, he felt his stomach rumble in response. Thankfully, he was distracted by the tall armored man, who spoke next. This one was named Arthur, if he recalled correctly.

    His commentary on strength spoke truth as well as his words on leadership. The evaluators certainly seemed strong, that much was apparent. But what kind of leaders would they be? A good question, indeed.

    Then the brash newcomer spoke again, his air of confidence quite apparent.

    His sole concern seemed to be that of power. Valynor, could not completely disagree, given his own apprenticeship under the Sages of the White Tower. They were all Arch mages and Grand Arch mages. The best of the best, the greatest of the great. They were respected, revered and even feared because of the sheer might at their command. Valynor would not have been surprised if the one who destroyed the newcomer’s planet had been one of the more proactive Sages. Their ways were always so mysterious, inscrutable even.

    After a thoughtful pause, Valynor let out a sigh, to regulate a hint of growing impatience. He was tired and hungry. How much longer would they need to wait? He would much rather eat a meal, then read a book, than stand around.

    On that note however, the elf did sneak a furtive peek at Lady Charjra. She was the only ‘obvious’ spell caster in the group. Valynor wondered as to her present thoughts, but after their last awkward moment, he decided it was still too soon to approach the noble drow
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  20. Darth_Elu

    Darth_Elu Chosen One star 7

    Registered:
    Jan 2, 2003
    OOC: Careful Grey, do remember Maez and Valynor don't remember much of their past lives. ;)

    Evaluation Chamber


    It did not take long, no more than ten minutes or so, before the gathered evaluators nodded in agreement over something and Galbatorix called out to the doors. The skeletal looking guards outside opened one door immediately; admitting an older, harried looking man with simple garb. He walked in briskly, briefly glancing at the robots with a murmur of disquiet before coming before the gathered personages of importance. Here, he couldn’t even look them in the eyes.

    “Go ahead,” the monarch with his gold crown and black cape encouraged the man. At this point, clearly a servant or worker of some kind.

    “Of course, sir. At once.”

    “Skittish ain’t he,” remarked Revy from where she stood. The man ignored her as he was already bustling toward the crowd of ‘elites.’

    In his hands were a small stack of papers that he held out to them all, murmuring quietly for them to please take one. Once they all had taken a paper, with none left in the man’s hands, he bowed to them all and whisked away. Past the overseers, through the doors again, and gone. It must have been nerve wracking to be around people of such esteem, one could only assume.

    Xanatos glanced at the others with an inquiring look on his face. “May I?”

    Galbatorix motioned toward the recruits in an affirmative fashion, “Feel free.”

    “Thank you,” Xanatos smiled and moved forward a couple steps so they could focus on him, his hands going to rest leisurely in his pockets.

    “If you take a good look at what you now possess in your hands, you’ll see a little list of specific designations. Titles even, if you wish. I am sure Quinn here gave you a little understanding of what we face and why we’re recruiting. There are many different ways to fight or serve Genesis Gate however. We always need those on the front lines, but if we viewed that as the only critical area—we’d be guaranteed to lose, now wouldn’t we.”

    A single, slight chuckle and he continued, “So give it a look over and consider how you’d wish to help us. Those are your options at this point in time and new opportunities can always arise in the future. Given your recent performances through our evaluation process, my colleagues and I have discussed how we feel you each did. One of us will call you by name and will give our full recommendation based on your test results when you approach. Though there’s no reason to make any formal decision now. And no, you don’t need to follow the recommendation. It’s just that. A recommendation. A suggestion.

    “Once we’re done giving you all your recommendations one-on-one, Quinn will lead you to the site of the feast so you can finally eat. Now, go ahead and take a couple minutes to look over the paper yourselves.”

    With that, Xanatos turned back to the other overseers and pulled out his device, moving his finger on it diligently for a while and getting the others to pull theirs out as well.

    “I am not fond of these things,” Sesshomaru could be heard saying.

    “Certainly unfamiliar things can be like that, but you can’t deny it certainly makes particular functions more organized,” Xanatos replied smoothly.

    Meanwhile, the elite recruits had their moment to look over the paper. It read like this:

    Swordsman ~ Quite self explanatory, as those who choose this path become dedicated to the way of the sword or any other melee weapon they choose to refine their expertise in. Some of the more numerous soldiers join this path and while not all here possess magic, one can easily reach unimaginable heights of strength and power despite it. Those who walk this path and carry such weapons are considered iconic for a reason.

    Assassin ~ Those who stalk the shadows and engage in the title’s namesake of assassination, but also espionage. The spies, advance scouts, and quiet slayers of Genesis Gate. May or may not employ magic, as no two assassins are alike. No one dares cross an assassin.

    Gunslinger ~ Another self explanatory title, as those who choose this path are dedicated to the way of the gun in whichever form they feel most comfortable in. Like Swordsmen, some of the more numerous soldiers join this path and not all possess magic, yet can become extremely powerful in spite of the fact. No matter one’s opinion of firearms, the appearance of a gunslinger always guarantees respect.

    Archer ~ Those who choose this path take in the more traditional ranged weaponry approach. That of bows or crossbows. They who shoot arrows to fell any enemy, no matter how large or strong. May or may not employ magic, as there is a wide range of personalities among these personages. Every archer is well regarded for their skill and keen eye. Any who dare look down upon them, often find themselves regretting it in the end.

    Wizard ~ A universally recognized mage type. Those who possess and greatly value their magical affinities. Wielders of the arcane powers rather than anything elemental. They specialize in Divination, Illusion, & Conjuration Magic but can dabble in any magical category to an extent. In the Wizard’s wake, whispers of the arcane follow. And all listen, whether they know it or not.

    Necromancer ~ Those who are magically gifted in a very particular path. That of Necromancy Magic. Raisers and Controllers of the Dead. Commanding only a few powerful undead or up to an entire legion of the deceased to do their bidding, they may then choose to focus solely on command of their minions and utilize Minor Enchantment, Illusion, and Ice Magic to assist in combat or wade into potential conflict with more physical means alongside those they have raised. All necromancers inspire dread in those who dare oppose them.

    Shapeshifter ~ Like the assassins, those who choose this path are often engaged in espionage and occasionally assassination or even front-line combat themselves. The whole path quite clearly revolves around the either biological or magical ability to shape-shift, whether this is unlocked from an inherent potential or learned through training. To take any form whether bestial, humanoid, or even inanimate can be an undeniable advantage in anything one does. It goes without saying they specialize in Transmutation Magic for those who possess it, but even if its biological, it is very similar. No one ever crosses a shape shifter wittingly.

    Warrior ~ As general as the title is, those who walk this path choose to hone their martial prowess in Kung Fu and other forms of hand to hand combat. Eventually tapping into their inner Ki to enhance themselves to unimaginable forms of strength, speed, and durability with a whole vast range of abilities one would not think possible otherwise; a warrior is an invaluable piece of a battlefield or elite agent. Magic can be utilized as well, but more rare as Ki often acts as something ‘more desirable.’ At the highest levels, a warrior can potentially fell entire armies without breaking a sweat.

    Manipulator ~ Deviating from the typical combat minded paths, those who choose to become this are experts in the craft hinted at. Manipulation, persuasion, charisma. The masters of diplomacy and saboteurs of the mental variety. Many political leaders find themselves in this category, for that is undeniably a large portion of their aptitude as well. Leadership. Magic may or may not be employed as well. Not all leaders are Manipulators, but the ones that are…possess an iron will to counter those who fight, often surpassing them. One never questions a manipulator, if on their side.

    Destroyer ~ In a dramatic return to combat types, those who walk this path value strength and power over all else. Always melee combatants and often employing berserking techniques to have these deadly combatants wade into combat to take over entire sections of a battlefield as they will demolish everything around them. However, one can choose the alternate approach…keeping a cool, collected mindset…yet unyieldingly more dedicated to sheer, unbridled and unleashed power than anyone else around. Every swing of their weapon the equivalent of a bomb. Every footstep an earthquake. They are not subtle, for that is not what they are needed for. When you become a Destroyer, no one will ever get in your way again.

    Tactician ~ Back to those of a mental persuasion, a tactician handles the logistics and strategies for Genesis Gate. Whether overseeing battlefields, specialist missions, or civil authority; you will always find a tactician in charge somewhere. Magic is rarely employed in this endeavor however. Alongside Manipulators, they make up a large bulk of the higher leadership in Genesis Gate with The Council being the sole exception due to its ‘balanced’ membership. If one chooses to become a tactician to see the bigger picture, know that all of Genesis Gate shall look to you.

    Mystic ~ Those who choose the path of the mystic are among the magic-minded. Specializing and reveling in their sole affinity for Elemental Manipulation. While quite restricted (at least at lower levels) in terms of what types of magic they can do, the broad scope of Elemental Manipulation more than makes up for it. No limits on what element one can control. A mystic is often revered in certain lands, for they bend the very worlds of the Omniverse to their will.

    Wraith ~ Those who choose this path possess magic they wish to utilize, but want no part in ranged or sneaky fighting. They want to be a warrior that can wade into their opponent’s face alongside the Swordsmen and Warriors, for example, and battle the best of them. Combining physical might with magical prowess, they can potentially become the best of both worlds. Often specializing in Enchantment and Abjuration Magic. Fearsome to behold as enemies and awe-inspiring to those who follow them. All wraiths wield enough power to feel like they can do anything.

    Warlock ~ More magical mages, but those who walk this path are not just your garden variety witch or wizard. They specialize in Evocation Magic, Conjuration Magic, and Dark Curses. Able to commune with beings of great power in pact form, to dominate demons and creatures of immense strength. Blood Magic, more an activation technique, is often utilized here as well. A warlock’s very aura whispers with seduction and an ominous threat to any who even think of harming them. Going this way, will make all who witness you either bow down or avert their eyes in fear.

    Pilot ~ For those who are of a technical aptitude, there are many vehicles, ships (both of an aquatic navy and space navy), and even Mechanized Suits more commonly abbreviated as Mechas to control. This is the title given to those who pursue this. Whether the land, sea, sky, or space; no place is out of reach for a Pilot. Able to make their chosen vehicle practically an extension of their own body and will, there is not much a Pilot can’t accomplish. In them, they can wield devastating power and ability, much like those of might and magic. Perhaps the third most numerous among Genesis Gate, a Pilot is always afforded respect due to the many forms of assistance they render.

    Psion ~ In other words, those of this path are psychic. They who dominate the mind, both their own and others if they are so inclined. The ability to read minds and emotions, the power to control items with but a thought only. A cousin to magic, but very much so its own ability. Understanding the depths of the mind and the thought processes of others, as well as weaponizing one’s own imagination for a physical manifestation of their true potential…a Psion is never taken lightly. Should you go this path, all secrets around you shall be laid bear and when at higher levels, others’ thoughts shall be but playthings to your whim.

    Cyborg ~ A title or perhaps even a state of being for those of this path. Robots, droids, true cyborgs, and other machines go here naturally. However, one can also choose this to be very technological minded yet not pilot any vehicles. Those who wish to detect, hack, augment themselves, create, and innovate through machinery will want to vie for this path. Aside from these methodologies and the avenue of cyber warfare and espionage, there is almost nothing keeping them from being able to feasibly do anything at higher levels. As a cyborg, whether in truth or title, nothing computerized will bar you for long and will land you as frequent agents in high-tech universes. No longer will you wonder about The Matrix, when you have become it…

    Primal ~ A description that is extremely apt for those who choose to prowl this path. Those who do will learn to either control those of a bestial nature or become bestial in turn, bristling with raw primal power. Whether biological, supernatural, or magic (via the Transmutation School of Magic); it doesn’t matter. All are Primals. Blending in with any wildlife or becoming masters in learning about all the different kinds of creatures of the Omniverse and potentially learning to tame them, this is what it is all about. Wielding that natural fury, whether without or within. It is essentially becoming one with one’s own nature in the purest way possible. Magic is also possible here as a potential boost of immense strength. As a Primal, your instincts will be as sharp as a razor and your abilities well regarded by your comrades. Know that the fangs and claws at your command keep those around you, well under heel.

    *****
    “I believe that has been long enough to peruse,” announced Galbatorix with a sense of wielded authority. A command to refocus their attentions back on those in charge of the chamber at present.

    Once they did, they would find that the seven overseers had spread themselves out a little ways from each other, but their stances were still casual. From left to right, they were situated like this: Revy — Baron Quinn — Jack of Blades — Galbatorix — Ganondorf — David Xanatos — Sesshomaru

    “We will each call one of you, as David had stated. Come forward and hear our recommendations and ask any questions you may have, though keep it brief so we can wrap things up. We have spread out a little from each other to affect a small sense of privacy as some might find this a personal matter, simple though it is. You shall be led to the feast immediately upon completion of this.”

    Galbatorix looked about himself at the others. “Are we ready then?”

    “We are,” replied Ganondorf.

    The monarch among them nodded and looked to the recruits, finally ready to get things moving forward.

    “Very well. Then let us begin. Patriarch, come forward!” Galbatorix called out, motioning for the armored man to approach him.

    “Come to me, Amaya Trakand!” Ganondorf bellowed from where he stood.

    Wuwu Gow Go. Come here, if you will,” added Jack of Blades to the beginning chorus.

    Aryan Graul. Over here,” waved Xanatos from his own spot, a little more easy going than the others.

    “Guess it’s my turn then. Arthur MacDonald, if you would kindly steer yourself my way,” mused Baron Quinn.

    “Lady Ayira, please make your way to me,” stated Sesshomaru, his voice carrying out calmly.

    “Alright, sooo….” A small pause, “Right. Goro Oni, get your butt over here,” grinned Revy.

    The seven waited for those called to move forward as the first to discuss their recommendations. As for the others? They would have to wait just a little while longer. But only a little.

    Things were once again in motion.

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    OOC: A little note here, I am not planning on waiting till Sunday to do a formal update this time around. I shall reply as soon as possible to each character's post to keep their conversations going and fairly quick, as Galbatorix had wanted. Pumas, given that your training period is only just ending soon, if you see this...no rush! I understand RL is RL, I'll give you some time to reply. After a bit though, I can easily move things along with a quick recommendation and have Jack call out the next person on his list smoothly, so it's no trouble if you can't reply too soon. :)
     
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  21. spacelady

    spacelady Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 16, 2003
    IC as Ayira

    The wait wasn't as long as Ayira was expecting, thankfully. Her emerald eyes watched the evaluators as Galbatorix called to the doors. Those metal skeleton looking guards soon opened the large doors to reveal an older, meek man. He entered quietly and offered a slip of paper to each of those gathered in the vast chamber. She warily took one of her own and returned to her spot, shifting her weight as she read over its contents and was a little surprised she could actually read. With her memories still absent, it was hard to tell, but reading just seemed to come naturally for her.

    "So give it a look over and consider how you’d wish to help us. Those are your options at this point in time and new opportunities can always arise in the future. Given your recent performances through our evaluation process, my colleagues and I have discussed how we feel you each did. One of us will call you by name and will give our full recommendation based on your test results when you approach. Though there’s no reason to make any formal decision now. And no, you don’t need to follow the recommendation. It’s just that. A recommendation. A suggestion. Once we’re done giving you all your recommendations one-on-one, Quinn will lead you to the site of the feast so you can finally eat. Now, go ahead and take a couple minutes to look over the paper yourselves.”

    Ayira did as she was told and looked over the list. There was one that seemed to stand out the most for her. She scratched the side of her head, feeling uneasy about all of the events playing out. She still didn't feel settled with the notion that she didn't even exist before this day, and then to be thrown into a war she knew nothing about, like a grunt. She briefly eyed the others gathered to see if she could read their thoughts based on the expressions across their faces.

    A few names were called before she jumped slightly at her name, having wandered off into her own thoughts. She straightened her back and pulled her shoulders away from her neck as she strode across the stone flooring. It was important to try and maintain the appearance of confidence, she told herself and made her way to stand before Sesshomaru, slightly guarded and still curious, nonetheless, about what they had thought of her. And she was pretty eager to sit down and eat...

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  22. Shadowsun

    Shadowsun Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Jun 26, 2017
    The Patriarch
    How intriguing.

    The Patriarch surveyed the one known as 'Maez' a rather interesting person, he did not seem human, in truth he was not sure what race he was, but he understood the importance of power that was good, even if an incomplete understanding. One to watch for sure.

    After a few minutes, the evaluators returned, passing out slips of paper as Xanatos explained the next few steps. The masked man devoured the information on the slip, an initial indicator of how things worked in Shadow's Reach. As expected they were after a diverse set of beings. One role, in particular, caught his eye, mystic. He did not remember much, if anything at all of his former power save for that he was a master of the elements, yes this would suit him nicely. Although in truth there were about three or four he wished he could all do.

    As his name was called he looked up at the speaker. Galbatorix, ah how wonderful, by far the one he admired the most out of the seven evaluators. He wandered over to him, waiting to hear what he had to say. The strange familiarity of the man washing over him as he drew near.

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  23. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Force Ghost star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Amaya Trakand

    Amaya observed her fellows finish the test. She noted the ones that did well and those who did not. She needed to process all those tests from earlier and see how everyone has done. Hopefully she could make out who is fit for what.

    Not that it was her job to do so, but in the heat of battle she would need that data in order for her to know on whom she could rely and for what. It would not do her any good if she required a strong warrior’s help and then ask the one who was better with their cerebral abilities.

    After that they were gathered together. Amaya moved to the sidelines. It would be interesting to observe them how they interact. That could tell her more, their postures, mannerisms. Besides she was not a big talker or a sociable person.

    Though if she were to rely on those people to watch her back she would need to be a tad friendlier.

    Only a tad though, she had a reputation to maintain. But did she? Given the information that was given to them that they were born today, was that reputation warranted if she never earned it.

    Those philosophical questions made her head throb. Maybe talk to the Baron later about these things?

    Amaya snorted softly at the mention of them being suited for violence and not for war. Yes, there was a subtle distinction between those two. Maybe the speaker was right? Another of those questions…

    The masked man seemed rather arrogant. Typical magician. The Knight seemed to be made of a leadership material. Amaya had the feeling she used to be the lone warrior type, a woman of a few words.

    The corner of her lips stretched a bit in a slight smirk. Yeah, she liked that, lone warrior…

    The talk of the powerful making the rules made sense, but nevertheless Amaya almost reached for the hilt of her sword. She knew of such people and her mission was to be the protector of the weak. To defend them… from people like that muscular man.

    Then an elderly man came in. They were handed pieces of paper. She read the list and could single out some of the roles that she felt closest to her: a Swordsman, Warrior and Tactician.

    Amaya blinked when she heard her name, Ganondorf, interesting. She nodded and walked towards the man. Intrigued to hear his recommendations.

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  24. greyjedi125

    greyjedi125 Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Apr 29, 2002
    Maez
    Who is who…

    The King evaluator, Galbatorix had exclaimed aloud, catching everyone's attention. At his command, the great doors were opened. A mouse of a man entered and seemed to have some small business with the evaluators.

    Maez glanced at the exchange with keen eyes, scoffing lightly at being made to wait. The mouse man made his way to the gathered group and distributed pamphlets of some kind.

    “What’s this?” The dark haired warrior uttered in a gruff manner and eyed the paper he had been handed. Others around him were likely doing the same.

    It was then that the voice of evaluator Xanatos was heard, loud and clear. Maez continued to read, half-listening.

    A short snort escaped his flared nostrils. These evaluators had a strange way of asking for help. Maez felt a pang of annoyance as he read, nothing in the list interested him, not until he encounter the only word that fully described him.

    Warrior.

    Maez’s frown turned into a grin. He needed to read no further, so he closed the pamphlet. A warrior was made for war. Wasn’t this what these evaluators sought? Warriors for their war?

    With his mind made up, he stood at ease, with his arms folded over his chest. Suddenly he felt a measure of boredom and disinterest once names were being called for some kind of ‘recognition’? Maez rolled his eyes. He had no patience for this sort of thing, but seemed to have little choice but to suffer it. At least the three females were easy on the eyes and he looked upon them liberally. He did for a moment wonder which one was the stronger, though he supposed that answer would come in due time.

    The man in armor, what did they just call him? Patriarch. He carried himself with confidence. He could identify with that. The orc was interesting and strong, though annoyingly loud. So would he be an enemy or an ally? Time would tell.

    The other man in armor had also been intriguing, but seemed…placid, despite his size. That was somewhat disappointing.

    The Baron requesting the ‘old man’ was something that got his attention. But Revy calling out for ‘Eye patch’? Now that he needed to keep an eye on for sure. Danger was the flavor he enjoyed best.

    “Oh, you’ll be calling my name in due time. I can almost guarantee it.” he said to no one, as he grinned.”


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    Valynor Syndoriel
    The Next Phase

    Hearing Galbatorix’s voice was heartening and immediately garnered his interest. The doors opened, allowing a meek looking man into the chamber. After speaking with the present leaders, the man approached the group and began to hand out papers.

    The red haired elf thanked the man and bowed in return after receiving the paper he was given. Valynor took a moment to look over what was written upon it, before giving his undivided attention to the next speaker.

    Xanatos.

    A moment was given to look over the sheet of paper and Valynor was able to read the entirety of what was written. There were several choices that caught his eyes, but one in particular spoke to him.

    To him and Sylvanor.

    Wizard.

    Before his mind could delve too deep into his usual musings, names began to be called. Valynor looked-up and realized that these were being commended for their performance. A soft smile came to his face as he began to softly clap for those who had excelled during the test period.

    Recognition was not only good, but also encouraging.



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  25. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    Jo'sua Dhatra
    Waiting. . .Again.

    When the time finally came, it was not a final call to come to the dining hall, but rather a summons at the door. One was admitted. Cowed and robed to walk past them and to the evaluators before being sent back to distribute papers. As all life was a test so far, Jo'sua accepted his paper with nod, and rasping word of thanks. Light, but sincere. Once the figure had left he read down the list and brief descriptions, he did so even before the leaders gave them leave to do so. Reading down the list three stood out most prominently, but to be honest seven spoke to him in differing ways. Primal was honor, and pulled at something deep within his core that he was not sure of. But it was painful, and it was deep. Wraith, like his mildly fluttering robes seemed to cling and cloy at him. Likely this was what would be recommended, likely this was what he was. Tactician - or more specifically the sub-word of logistics tickled at his polished armor like a familiar friend. Was this a clue to his own memories? His own past? There was that flash about something with captured beings. . .but he couldn't remember. Why did he stand watch so long over them? Why would that feel like it belonged to this word?

    Shaking his head he looked more closely at those that yet tantalized. Shapeshifter. That felt like an echo in his bones. Psion a curling of a lip, disdain or pleasure? Assassin, gunslinger, swordsman - they made him tense and relax. Familiarity? History? Known? Wizard. There was one that made his eyes squint. Accepted distrust. Very well. He knew what touched and triggered himself, he did not what they would assign him.

    “I believe that has been long enough to peruse,” announced Galbatorix.

    Once he looked up, finished with his list he saw the seven overseers had spread themselves out a little ways from each other, loose and casual. From left to right, they were situated like this: Revy — Baron Quinn — Jack of Blades — Galbatorix — Ganondorf — David Xanatos — Sesshomaru

    “We will each call one of you, as David had stated. Come forward and hear our recommendations and ask any questions you may have, though keep it brief so we can wrap things up. We have spread out a little from each other to affect a small sense of privacy as some might find this a personal matter, simple though it is. You shall be led to the feast immediately upon completion of this.” Galbatorix looked about himself at the others. “Are we ready then?”

    “We are,” replied Ganondorf.

    The monarch among them nodded and looked to the recruits, finally ready to get things moving forward.

    “Very well. Then let us begin. Patriarch, come forward!” Galbatorix called out, motioning for the armored man to approach him.

    “Come to me, Amaya Trakand!” Ganondorf bellowed from where he stood.

    Wuwu Gow Go. Come here, if you will,” added Jack of Blades to the beginning chorus.

    Aryan Graul. Over here,” waved Xanatos from his own spot, a little more easy going than the others.

    “Guess it’s my turn then. Arthur MacDonald, if you would kindly steer yourself my way,” mused Baron Quinn.

    “Lady Ayira, please make your way to me,” stated Sesshomaru, his voice carrying out calmly.

    “Alright, sooo….” A small pause, “Right. Goro Oni, get your butt over here,” grinned Revy.

    The seven waited for those called to move forward as the first to discuss their recommendations. Looked like his own questions and partial answers prior to memory would have to wait, just a little bit longer. With a hissing sigh he reached out and smacked the back of the elf's head, lightly a pop, a gentle nudge that this was not the time to clap. "Wait in silence your turn." he stated as he once more focused forward. Waiting for what would be.

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