The OverLord's Realm (A Semi Original RP)

[Eventua]

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THE PLOT:
Resting within the void (the nothingness between dimensions) is a world. Well, a universe more like... a tiny one. A 'pocket dimension', sort of, uh, a 'restricted universe'... anyway, within this world live 'The Common Folk', a race of shortish humanoid creatures with pointy ears.
This world, 'The OverLord's Realm'. Why is it called that? Because it's creator and ruler is known simply as 'The OverLord'... a mysterious being of incredible power. Now, these people live in a single mighty city, called, 'Haven' that has been thriving and powerful, peaceful, really, for the last 9,999 years. The people are kept happy, it seems, because they have constant entertainment...? From what...? Well, at the heart of their city is 'The Colloseum', a massive building that serves as the Common Folks centre of entertainment, but also of administration, being the physical residence of 'The OverLord' as well...
Every year 'The OverLord' uses his powers to indirectly affect the other universes (all infinity of them), sending out invitations to those he deems worthy of taking part in the Colloseum's annual championship, a massive (and I mean literally, MASSIVE) tournament called 'The Omniverse Games', kind of like a super, multiversal version of the Olympics (mixed with the gladitorial battles of ancient Rome).
Those who don't want to partake don't have to, but if they want to, they just have to go to the location mentioned on their particular message (the method of giving it out is different in each universe... in some it might be a neat, hand-written letter. In others, an e-mail or text message. And in yet others, a mysterious stranger will show up and give it verbally.) to agree, and then, that's it!

Anyway, the games are loved by all of the Common Folk, from young children playing in the streets to Old Women, knitting by the fire. From the heart of Haven to the outer settlements, everyone loves the games. However, on the 10,000 anniversary of the world (and by extension, the games) something... bad, is happening. Some of the contestants have been attacked, KILLED even before they've had a chance to answer/reply to the invitation they recieved. The fiends that lurk in parts of the outerlands have become more aggressive, and 'The OverLord' has not been seen personally by any of 'The Common Folk' in several months...
But alas, the games must still go on... let one and all gather, let the games BEGIN!

To anyone who might want to join, please remember that THIS ISN'T ALL FIGHTING!
Not all of the different contests are fights, and a fair bit of the RP is before the 'Omniversal Games', not to mention a fair bit of time BETWEEN contests as well... okay?
Just letting you know that. Also, I intend for there to be a rather interesting plot!

(OOC: RIGHT THEN, LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!!)

The OverLord looked down upon the 'Room of Sending', filled with messengers ready to deliver the invitations to the 'Omniversal Games', across the universes, across the planets, to the Heroes, the Villains, the Rivals and the Lovers... all of them. Everyone deemed worthy was recieving an invitation to the Games, an invitation to the ultimate contest... with the ultimate prize at the end. If they succeeded, of course.
"They are ready." he said to his comrade on his left.
"Of course they are..." she said, her face enshrouded in a hood. "They ALWAYS are... like the obediant little creatures that they are..." she said with an obvious amount of distaste.
"Lankolyk." said the OverLord to her, "They have the choice to do this duty if they want... besides, it's hardly dangerous."
"'Choice'...? What? Your media tells them every single second that it's glorious and 'fun' to do whatever you ask them to do, every second of every day... 'Praise the OverLord' this, or 'Follow his glorious eternal light, for he is the OverLord' that... not to mention the fact that you KNOW that quite a few of them wont be coming back..."
"Lankolyk?"
"Yes...?"
"You must understand, Lankolyk, my power is great, but it's limited to my own Realm. If the games are to continue, it must have contestants, and if we are to gain more contestants we must send out Invitations... LOTS of invitations."
"Fair enough, but surely you aren't actually going to go through with the invitations, especially since so many things have been goin wrong...? I mean, surely you don't WANT things to become worse...?"
"No, of course not! But the games MUST go on! The Common Folk are becoming restless and worried, and I will NOT allow the ten thousandth anniversary of both the Games AND my Realm to become a time of anxiety! The Common Folk need to be reassured, and the best way to do that is by treating everything as being normal... better yet, to make these," at that point, he turned back to look over the balcony into the room where the messangers were waiting.
"THE BEST GAMES EVER!" he boomed, manipulating the molecules in the air to help his voice expand and becoming even mightier.
At this the messangers began to cheer and whoop for joy. They were all so excited! As were their families and friends who were busy making more preperations... just a month left to go, and then they would begin!
They all wore matching uniforms and were armed with simple stun-guns should they face trouble... and the invitation. They ALL had the invitation. Some had it on them as a neat hand-written letter in an envelope, others had it on a Cell Phone, to be sent as a 'Text Message', through cyberspace... and yet others had small laptops to send it via e-mail.
And a few of them had to memorize it, ready to deliver it by word of mouth. They'd spent WEEKS of intensive training to get it JUST right, with just the right tone of voice, just the right way to say it, word for word...

THIS was the invitation they had to deliver.

Dear (insert name of recipiant here),
I am here to invite you to this years annual 'Omniversal Games', to be held at the Stadium in Sanctuary on (insert the closest equivalant in this specific universes/planets calender system). Should you win, you will be appointed as the (insert the closest equivalant in this specific universes/planets calender system) Omniversal Games Champion, and be granted your hearts greatest desire.
You may turn down this invitation, if that is your wish. However, if you wish to come, please let the messenger who gave you this invitation know that you would like to join within one week local time.
Please bring any equipment, tools, weapons or personal items you will need, as well as any fresh clothes or other nessecery belongings.
I hope you will join us,
Yours sincerely,
A new friend

"Right then, they are ready... Lankolyk, please, do not worry the Common Folk with needless misery, or you WILL face my Judgement, understood?" he whispered to her.
"Yes... my lord." she replied, walking away.
"RIGHT THEN! GO FORTH, MY FAITHFUL SERVANTS! SPREAD THE MESSAGE, AND LET THE GAMES BE ENJOYABLE!" he boomed, and with a wave of his hand, they were gone. Sent off to their destinations.

[Miku]

Flegamtyk boredly wandered through the forest. It's not that she didn't like having to catch Fiends for the Games, it's just that she'd rather be doing other things.
"Tyki... There's a Fiend behind that tree."
Her staff wiggled in the direction of a large oak tree.
"Really, Miu? I guess I'll go get it then..."
She nimbly leapt over a tree root and spotted the Fiend rather easily. It was a sort of lizard shaped creature, not too big, not too small. Perfect. Tyki held her staff in front of her and closed her eyes before unleashing Icega, freezing the Fiend in place.
"Right."
She walked behind it and started pushing the frozen creature in the direction of the colliseum.
"Tyki, this could take a while."
"Be quiet Miu. It's not that far."
After a few minutes of pushing, she arrived back at the colliseum gates. She shoved the block of ice at a nearby guard who nearly jumped out of his skin in shock.
"Here, it's probably too weak from being frozen, you should be able to handle it."
She swivelled her staff and the ice block began to melt.
"Uhh, but... It's quite a sizeable Fiend!"
But Tyki had already set off to find another one to capture, ignoring the guard as he cautiously tried to push the Fiend into the colliseum.

[varsha]

Chad walked around the bazzar and sighed. "I wonder if they would ever let me fight there" thought Chad before looking at the poster on the ground with colluseum. "Every time it starts I can't help but look stupid and ask the guards if I can ask the Overlord to let me play in the games" sighed Chad before kicking the poster away. He walked off not knowing how fast he was going or where he was going and ended up infront of the forest. Chad looked back and saw all the knocked over food and merchendise he knocked away. "Oops" shrugged Chad before jumping into the forest to fight a few monsters. He killed a few small ones and only one big one. "Is it me, or are there lesser than I thought?" thought Chad before he herd a spell being cast. He ran over behind a bush and saw one of the champions freezing a feind. "Ah, so a champion is out here, if only I rememered her name" thought Chad. Then he struck an idea. "Mybe she could get me in" thought Chad following the girl to the colleseum. "I wonder if this qualifies as stalking?" thought Chad as he saw her give the monster to the guard.

[qster]

The sun was almost to the center of the sky, no clouds were to be seen, and all was tranquil. It was finally the season of spring, the time where farmwork was to become plentiful. Canis was in the forest, due to the fact that the farmer he worked for didn't issue any jobs for him to do. He was currently training, using wooden dummies he made out of some branches. He had some clones create more dummies, some controlled the puppets, and others fought at their masters' side. "Ryukin, Full Circle!" Canis shouted out, creating a batch of clones around a dummy. He jumped into the air, some clones following. "Pin-Cushion, Needle Storm!" As he yelled this, needles poured out of his clones, hitting the dummy at almost every angle. After the dummy fell, Canis laid on the ground, thinking up new ways to perfect this move. As he was thinking, a man bearing wings and an envelope approached him. Canis gently took the letter with a friendly smile. He opened the envelope, which beared the wax seal used by the Overlord. Canis carefully removed the seal and read the contents of the letter. He replied to the messenger,"I accept the challenge. Thank you for taking this to me." He gave the man a sack of coins as thanks. Wow, now I actually have a reason to train. Guess I better perfect this as fast as I can.

[Eventua]

Marsh was walking through the woods, whistling a simple tune to himself. He was quite happy, ya see. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the local forest dwelling monsters were no where to be seen. Yep, absolutely fine. He'd not been given a task to do for a while, so he was still seeking his fortune... not since what happened a few months ago, when he'd been sent to kill a young werewolf pup by the king of the Werewolves, Arthus... that was when he'd met Canis, and although the two of them had fought it had all been okay in the end, once the mistake was realised: Arthus was the villain, not Canis. And so, since then the two of them had parted ways... Marsh wasn't actually sure what Canis had been doing recently, but he didn't worry. He had been busy himself ya know, practicing his magic.
He had become a very skilled Geo-Mage since then, and he had been using his skills to do as his own father wanted: to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, to toil in the land, and to make his own fortune, honestly. He had decided that he would find a farm and perhaps serve as an assitant there for a while, become a worker... and then, he would return home and tell his father "I've done it, I've earned my fortune, my inheritance."
As he was walking along, though, he saw something fly over the forest above... towards him! Marsh didn't hugely like the look of it, raising his staff should he need to defend himself.
However, it turned out to be unnessecery.
A short, curious looking young man in the garb of a messanger flew down to him with a pair of wings on his back, akin to that of a fairy, albeit bigger and less... pink.

When the man landed he held out a rather simple looking letter in an envelope.
"Here ya go!" said the man.
Marsh opened the letter, it's seal of some strange, foreign design... and he read it. At first he didn't know what to think.
He then read it again. And again. And AGAIN.
At last, he looked at this rather strange looking man with the pointy ears and fairy wings and said: "Is this a joke?"
"What? A joke? My lord has told me to assure you, this is no joke."
"If it's not a joke, why does it just say 'Yours sincerely, a new friend'? Who sent it...?"
"Oh, his majesty wishes to keep his identity a secret... do you accept the invitation?"
Marsh stood their, with his arms crossed, and thought about it. And thought about it a bit more. And a bit more. At last, he turned to the Messanger, and said: "Alright then."
And, uh, so he did. He held onto the letter, put it in his rucksack, and kept on down the pathway, humming his little tune.

[Kibamaru18]

The sound of rain pattering against the roof of the mausoleum was drowned out by the funeral dirge. As the doors opened, Ren and 3 other elves his age carried a casket down the aisle and to the altar. Tears filled each of their eyes as they set it down in the hole. A bent and crooked figure hobbled up to the casket and spoke.


"Thank you all for gathering on this blessed and horrible day. My name is Ela and I was the nurse that watched Basins children during the Great War..."


As she spoke, Ren slipped out of the mausoleum and into the rain. He sat on the steps leading to the mausoleum and let his tears join the company of the rain. It was the first time he had felt true sadness. He quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and noticed the rain had stopped and that someone was walking towards him in the distance. The person was apparently not an elf by the way he dressed and the clothing he wore although he didn't look unfriendly.

"Excuse me!" Called the man, as he was a couple yards away. "I'm looking for a Ren Celex?"
“What business do you have with him?” Asked Ren cautiously.
“Do not fret, young Ren,” assured the stranger, “I am a friend and am here to deliver a message.”

Ren stepped back in shock. Was he asking for his own pleasure? Ren thought. He walked forward and held his hand out to the outsider. The man simply looked at the hand then back at Ren.

“If you really are a ‘friend’ as you say then you will accept my innocent greeting,” Ren insisted.

The man smiled and grabbed Ren’s hand pulling him in and hugged him. Ren stepped back and smiled.

“I welcome you to Alardin,” He said still smiling. “I’m afraid whatever business you have here will have to wait until after the funeral.”
“Funeral?” Asked the man surprised.
“My father recently passed away due to old age and today is the burial ceremony.” Ren answered a small frown now in the place of his smile.
“Ah, I see,” whispered the man, “I can wait.”

Ren nodded and turned to walk back to the mausoleum. As he was half way there he noticed the man was not following. He turned around and looked at the man. “Well… are you coming?” He asked.

The man let out an “oh” and followed briskly after Ren. As they slipped back into the burial site everyone was looking at the rooftop. Ren followed suit and encouraged the man to do so as well. When they did this a small aperture in the ceiling was revealed and a ray of light shone down and onto the casket of the late Basin. It slowly lowered down into the hole and was immediately covered with dirt. Immediately after the ceremony was over, all the elves were partying. It was a celebration for the passing of their kin into the land of the spirits.

As the celebration progressed, Ren stole away to the woods nearby to converse with the man from before. According to the stranger, his name was Alukard and was a messenger for his Lord, the Overlord, Ruler of his galaxy. He recited a message to him stating that he was chosen to participate in a competition known as the Omniversal games. Ren began to get excited. New worlds, he thought and immediately accepted the offer.

[Ubiquity]

"Oh really?? Now how is it that people just can't come to think about things rashly these days??" Sholryk pondered this notion while he flew, or rather floated around the forest not too far from another that was his kind, or supposedly on his level anyway. "Its like we just are tools or something I hate this shit" His eye caught sight of yet another ugly monster and he gripped it with said forces, dragging it away into the area where his 'friend' was at. His control over said force easily got the monster to where it needed to go with no effort, so none of it mattered that much.

Deciding to not waste too much time in one spot, and already having a horde of fiends taken to the Colosseum, he walked on foot back to the entrance and saw that Flegamtyk was walking back as well, only she was coming inside. "Oh its just you." His right fist cooled off in a literal sense, as before that instant he was going to vaporize Tyki if she was a threat, or rather kill her for fun.

"Eww." His gaze showed obvious annoyance for her persona, but he didn't say anything more than that.....

[King Wolfe]

Sitting calmly examining the motions of the world around him was a small figure. "Yo Sat-kun!" Cried out a figure from the crowd, appeared like magic from the dense grouping of people. Wincing slightly at his nickname, poorly created mind you, he glanced to his right and noticed a man the same height of Satoru, eagerly running towards him. As he reached Satoru he smirked slightly at his friend as he gasped for breath, "What have I told you about calling me that?" Scolded Satoru, grinning widely he ignored his 'threat'.

After some time of reminiscing they left the area and ventured towards the forest. "So, Sat-kun! When are you going to teach me those cool moves of yours?" Cried out his friend as he mimicked cliched kung fu moves. "You are not ready Tatsuo, maybe in a few hundred years." Replied the sarcastic man. Looking up at Satoru were Tatsuo's sad, puppy dog eyes, Satoru couldn't handle that and concealed his guilt ridden face in his distinctive black cloak.

After realizing he wouldn't give he sighed loudly and began to walk faster. Then Satoru sensing someone pushed Tatsuo away and avoided the 'crash landing' the intruder took. Pulling out a kunai he braced himself, but was surprised to find the man merely bowing on one knee. "Ack! What was that for Sat-kun?!" Cried out a disheveled young Tatsuo.

The intruder merely held up a letter of sorts, extending his hand towards Satoru. Carefully grabbing the letter he read it quietly, preventing Tatsuo from reading it as well.

After finishing he looked at him curiously, "Seriously?" Replied the incredulous Satoru. The man merely nodding, Satoru shrugged, "All right then.."

[Eventua]

In the highest room of the tallest tower, the OverLord sat on his throne, deep in thought.
His consciousness was spread out far, across the spectrum of teh universes, across the fabric of everything... observing his messangers as they delivered their messages.
He noticed the recipiants of the messages, all of them... most turned them down for numerous reasons, others accepted them blindly, without thinking, and yet others were pondering wether they should or shouldn't... so many of them...
He focused on one small messanger... he was making camp for the night, after having delivered his message to a young Mage in the forest... but, something wasn't right. Some sort of creature was lurking on the edge of the clearing, watching the messanger. The OverLord focused onto the creature, and then he realised.
It was a Fiend.
One of his own creations, one of the aggresive predatory creatures designed to balance out his Realm's eco-system and to serve as 'monsters' for use in the games, a Fiend... but it wasn't meant to be out there, on other universes, it was meant to be IN HIS REALM, not out on some other planet causing goodness knows how much damage to the eco-system! And worse still, it was on the hunt. And in the universe it was now inhabiting, the only thing it recognized as edible was the Messanger, and it was hungry...
The OverLord could only watch in horror as it took the Messanger by surprise, so fast he couldn't even draw his gun before he fell, and the creature began to feed.
"My... my creation..." he said, as it occured to him what had happened.
His creation, sent by him to deliver a message, now dead, thanks to ANOTHER of his creations...
But he had never sent one of his own Fiends onto another world...
"How..." he said.
"HOW..." he said again.
"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" he screamed, shaking the tower from the sheer force of it.
He spread his consciousness out into the minds of Lankolyk and Sholryk.
"SHOLRYK! LANKOLYK! COME HERE, IT'S URGENT!" he screamed into their minds.

[Ubiquity]

"Oh?? Now that's annoying. Do you always need to be so damn loud??" At times like these, Sholryk really just wanted rip out part of the OverLord's soul, but re refrained from mentioning anything of this nature to the others, and more so guarded the thoughts from himself in essence. His eyes watered at the thought of the smoking and charred remains of a beaten down OverLord and he snickered, then turned to leave......

Sholryk laughed again, and then shrugged, his feet moving ever so purposely until he manifested gravity and was on his way. There was no need to explain how he randomly appeared inside the chamber that the OverLord was in. "Yeh?? what the hell do you want?? I was actually enjoying my walk in the forest. don't you think it would be better to just call my cell or something??"

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TLC watched bored as two people fought, he knew they couldn't see him, but it was rude for him not to do anything about it, but then again he had better things to do than care about losers like these. His main intentions were to scramble the games and seriously mind fuck the OverLord like nobody else he knew around could. "Hahaha, matter manipulation?/ oh please." TLC spit and walked off, instantly killing the women who were fighting each other for no apparent reason.

"Disgusting. Seriously." he stepped over the burnt out shell of the messenger that got killed as well and noted that his accept ion of the invite had already been in a way....processed and made known. "Whatever." TLC continued to walk into the distance, hearing a rather loud telepathic scream from a being who was obviously the OverLord.

"WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!?!?!?"

[Eventua]

Lankolyk was walking through the hallways of the tower as she heard the OverLord's scream in her mind.
"Damn it, why can't he just quiet it down a bit...? Oh well, I might as well find out what he wants..." she muttered, teleporting to his room, where Sholryk was already waiting.
*Meh, Sholryk as well...?* she thought, irritated by his prescence. You see, unlike most women who were reduced to drooling bimbos by Sholryk's presence, she had overcome that years ago, and now a days she just got irritated by him. Seriously, the guy needed to cool off.
"Sholryk... Lankolyk..." said the OverLord as he sat down, tired out from screaming so loudly.
"Yes...?" she said in reply, wanting him to hurry it up for a bit.
"I... I need your help. I've seen something. Something horrific..."

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Marsh kept walking through the forest, whistling his tune. It had started getting dark, and Marsh hadn't seen the messanger since he'd recieved the invitation. It finally got dark and Marsh begun to unpack for the night.
At that moment though, he heard a scream coming from another part of the forest...

[Kibamaru18]

For the first few days after Alukard left, Ren had been busy training and preparing his stuff for the Omniversal games. Although it was a month until the actual games began, Ren couldn’t help but be ecstatic about it. Liana would find him training all day until midnight. Ren practiced his swordsmanship and his archery skills until they were even better than before.

“Ren?” Liana called looking for her older brother, “Ren are you out here?”

Ren jumped out and nearly knocked Liana to the ground.

“Oh hey, sorry,” He apologized as he helped her up.
“Ren, it’s only been 3 days since Alukard left, you need to take it easy. You don’t want to be exhausted by the time the games actually start.”
Ren chuckled and scratched his head, “You know Liana, I was wondering…”
“Yea?”
“I'm here and the games are somewhere far off on a different planet.”
“You’re right,” She exclaimed.
“So do you have any idea of how I’m going to get there?”

Liana shook her head and shrugged. Ren stopped training for the rest of the day and sat under a tree looking in the direction Alukard had told him the planet was. I guess I shouldn’t worry too much about how I'm going to get there… Liana’s right, I’ve still got a long time till the games start, he thought as he quickly dozed off.

[Miku]

Flegamtyk looked vacantly at Sholryk as he disgustedly stared at her. She was already used to this and saw no reason to complain or say anything. Shortly after, Sholryk was called by the OverLord and left.
Oh well...
She began to turn around to face the forest.
"Tyki, why'd you let that guy walk all over you? You're not a doormat."
"Miu..."
"Yes?"
Tyki refused to say anything else to her dragonian protector, and instead walked back into the forest in the hopes of catching another Fiend for the Games. It wasn't long until she found one, albeit a rather small one, but good enough for the Games anyway.

[qster]

The letter said it was to be held on another part of the Universe, fighters from otherworlds as well. The problem is how am I going to get there? He had pondered on the same question for hours, with little success. It was becoming nightfall, so Canis began to head back to his small little shack he called home. As he was almost there, he spotted some deer, running his way. They must be running from something, something worth fearing. He jumped into a nearby shrub, pulled back some leaves, and spied on whatever was hunting the deer. It was a large creature, more of a leg. It pummeled the trees as it dragged its legs through the forest, its tracks the size of him, its thundering footsteps. He pursued the beast, getting in trees to try to see the top portion of its body. All he saw was some grass, rocks and other earthy material. Wait, the Earth doesn't go that high. The creature had heard him, turning its bulky body around to spot him. Itsglowing blue eyes were focused on him. It brought up its club and swung it toward the tree Canis was in. WHAT WAS THAT!?! Canis paniced, hearing the thunderous footsteps behind him. He jumped onto is legs and stabbed it, spraying out black blood. Wounded, it kneeled to the ground. Canis climbed to its head, sometimes nearly falling to his death from the massive height he was at. He was finally at the head, where he went up to it and stabbed it multiple times, each bringing out more blood. The towering beast colapsed, dead. What is this thing?

[Eventua]

Marsh headed in the direction of the scream he'd heard, into the forest. Eventually he reached a rather good-looking clearing... or at least, it would be good looking if it weren't for the fact that at the center of it was the rather gory remains of the messanger from before, who had given Marsh his invitation.
Marsh looked in horror, before he then noticed that a pathway had been forcibly made in the forest, where trees had been smashed and broken down, leaving a rather obvious trail...
*But what... what could have caused such devastation...?* Marsh wondered. It looked kind of like the damage a troll would leave in it's wake, but this was most definetly not troll territory. You'd be more likely to find weasel living under the sea then to find a troll in this forest... this was most definetly something else.
But what? Marsh decided to investigate. It was undoubtedly dangerous, whatever it was, but if it was disturbing the forest, harming the balance... well, then it had to be stopped. It just DID. And so, Marsh headed off through the forest in pursuit of the thing, whatever it was.
Eventually he reached the edge of the forest, where he noticed a rather odd, but also very large, creature, lieing on it's side, oozing dark blood from numerous wounds across it's body. But that wasn't the only thing. Because standing next to it was a certain young werewolf-cub.
*Is that... no, surely... it is!* Marsh thought, happy that he'd finally met an old friend after so long.

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The OverLord looked at his Champions, and told them what he'd seen. About the messanger and the 'Goalym', and that even now, he could feel it across the universes, messangers dieing, but because of his own creations...