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The Tournament Begins! Arise Asmoday.

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Solomon's Proxy

Solomon's Proxy
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The black hair woman looked down at the fighting within the coliseum. Her gaze was blank as he looked at those who fought for the entertainment of others and those who fought for their Glory. "Could my King be among these fighters, my love?"  Her question went to the ruhk around her. She knew it was time to start selecting her King so their paths would lead her to find the answers she truly desired, her husband. Yes, she wanted him back but was smart enough to know any means she had to do so currently was not going to be her husband in full.  So far now it was time to seek her King as all Magi must do.   "Arise Asmoday, and show me those who have true strength!"

As she hovered over the coliseum she pointed her staff at the arena ground finding it funny how they built a pit of fighting on top where this dungeon of all waited.  The area began to shake violently, at first the people assumed it was due to one of the fighters within the ring, but now it was the dungeon slowly rising. People soon understood that this was not the cause of the fight ongoing, but something more. Perhaps another Terrorist attack? Many thought so as they fled from the viewing section.

From the sands, the structure started to raise as the magic barrier began to pulse resisting the entry of an object trying to push through. Feeling the pushback Ren groaned in annoyance.  Her morning sky eyes narrowed as he lowered her other hand focusing her will upon the Dungeon.  It will rise, nothing would prevent her from the path she had chosen.

The barrier flickered as it became visible and the faint outline of the powerful shield began to show in full as the magic arced around the building that pushed harder to raise through. Soon a loud audible pop echoed throughout Reim's lands as the force of the barrier break blew all around the area down, even Ren struggled to maintain her flight from above.  At last, the Dungeon came into focus as the tower rose to its full height. Now all there was left to do was see those who would enter!

Structure
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The Building fit the look of Reim well, almost as if the Dungeon had unknowingly influenced the Design of the country. The Structure had two sections of Stairs that wrapped around the entrance building leading to seats to watch those who dared enter through the Gate.  Once the Building game to rest and the sand finished falling from the building a bright light emitted from the top of the building as a message entered the minds of all within the Country.

"Warriors, Fighters, Men, and Women of Strength and Power. Come to me, enter the Gates and test yourself against others within this lands. Prove yourself the Strongest and claim my blessing! You have two days to prepare. Only those who can pass my test may enter. "

As soon as it had come, it had gone the light vanished and Ren oddly looked amused. She decided to stick around and see who would enter and who would survive.


The Gates to the Dungeon Opened and a black-haired man in a white robe exited the dungeon In his hands he held a sign-in sheet, taking names of those who would enter.

The Gate
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~Description of the Entrance~
Two large wooden carved doors with a small fragile man in white robes who takes the names of those who dare to enter.


OOC: Disclaimer, this is a DEATH ENABLED THREAD. PvP and PvE aspects will take place. The Dungeon is open to all PC and NPC within Reim. Enter at your own risk.

Zion

Zion
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Though the dungeon had risen for some time, Zion had yet to see any among the crowds enter its gate. He had not been watching the entrance the entire time since its appearance, so perhaps some people had already stepped forward to challenge it. Regardless, Zion had been struggling to decide on whether he should enter or not for the past day. He had learned of dungeons and djinn long ago and after meeting Caelus he had even gotten a first hand account of what it was like to challenge one. Many dungeon capturer's had fallen into obscurity, but many others had taken that power and made legends with them. Their newfound might being used to shape the world through force of will and action.

"Father...is the greatness you spoke of found in a dungeon?"

Zion questioned the rukh solemnly despite knowing full well his late father would not be answering back. Their reunion would have to wait until Zion could join his creator in the great flow. Such rest was not yet his to claim. Driven by curiosity and a desire to fulfill his father's dying wish, Zion stepped boldly forward and presented himself the the black haired stranger who was taking names of those who wished to participate. The magician stopped before the gate dressed in a simple disguise. His usual white and blue Kou robes were replaced with a black robe instead. But this garb was hidden beneath a brown weathered cloak. The storm kitsune kept the hood pulled over his head and his face remained low in order to hide his fox ears from sight.

On his back was the magic rifle inherited from his father, bound in cloth wrapping to vaguely look like it was a sword. At his either hip were the Magoi Sword and Crimson Branch. Angels Brace was at his right bicep and Devil's Light rested on his left middle finger. Beneath the robes, the Abyss Piercing Cloth was wrapped around his abdomen. Tucked into his breast pockets were a mystical shard of fate as well as a juicy sirloin wrapped in leaves to be used as a snack should the opportunity present itself between matches. The fully geared up magician nodded to the gatekeeper and spoke.

"If possible, I'd like to compete under an alias..."

Zion smiled from under the hood, his silver hair tucked into the cloak and framing his face. "Sword King." Zion declared the name he had decided for himself confidently. Then if he was allowed, he would step forward and press his hand onto the gate just as Caelus had described when recanting his own adventure into a dungeon.

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Solomon's Proxy

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The white-cloaked figure smiled faintly as the young warrior who wanted to enter as Sword King. "Then enter Sword King, and may fate guide you to victory." The voice came out fragile as if it strained the man to speak.  After writing the name down the gates opened fully allowing the Magician to enter as a bright light pushed from the doors and sucked the Magician in.

Others from the area started to line up, one, in particular, stood out. A large-built man holding a double head ax.  The Human towered over almost everyone else he passed by standing two men tall, about 6 meters in full height. He wore little besides the basic leather armor on his body.  As he reached the Gates he looked down to the white-robed man. "The name is Bone Saw, and I'm going to win!" He let out a cocky bellowing laugh as he looked behind him. Whispers started too far as people turned and started to walk away. "If he is going to enter what chance do I have?"  

The man in white wrote the name down as he spoke it. "Bone Saw, you may enter. May Faith guide you to victory. "

Jason Achilles

Jason Achilles
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Some time did pass since the dungeon arrived in humble Reim. Most were probably scared of this scenario, terrified to see this massive structure suddenly appear. This bothered most people, but it especially bothered Jason. The real question was...where was Jason when the dungeon appeared?

His eyes were right on the prize. He was ready to finally relax for the week. Acestus was out on a business trip, meaning the bar was closed. Jason could run the bar, but he had no clue how "business things" work, according to Acestus. But no no no, a dungeon had to appear and make the bar rumble.

And it was written in Val's journal, dedicated to whoever read it.

"If you believe in your strength, join a dungeon! Test your strength and you will become stronger than ever. Remember, this type of magical structure is only for the strong. If you are weak, you are not worthy of a djinn's power.

"Val, if I die because of you, I am going to stab you in hell."

Jason mutters under his breath, carrying his equipment across his body. His knighted armor was fitted in with his glowing red eyes appearing from the slits of his helmet. His eyes looked at the statue with a stern look. All he could see was an extravagant tower that did not fit Jason's vibe.


"Call me Jason. Thats it."

He said that to the man with the board as he walks in towards the dungeon.

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Zuzu Mansur

Zuzu Mansur
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Here I am again…

She had travelled towards this Dungeon at top-speed once she had received word of a new one emerging in Reim. Indeed, while it had been some time since she had failed within Ipos, her mind was still burning after that Dungeon. She had less room for failure now, however, ever since she had decided that she needed more power with which she might defend Parthevia. She could not afford to lose again, not after Gamigin and Furcas as well.

The name’s Zubaidah Mansur.

She arrived some time after the Dungeon had been announced, leaving no delay before she went and signed herself for its challenges. She looked around once or twice, realising that she had more competition than ever before, but thankful that Jahan was not present. After all, she had left him so that he would not face the Dungeon himself. She knew that he had not recovered from his trauma, but she did not want him to hold her back from gaining the Djinn. She knew that she was being selfish, but she wanted to win something for herself without his help. He had always been there for her. It was time that she gained the power to be there for him.

Umm, quick question:’ As she finished surveying the other challengers, she asked about the man standing before the Dungeon. ‘I don’t remember any of the previous Dungeons having a welcome-party.’ She was quite curious, since she had thought herself knowledgeable about the working of the Dungeons by now. ‘Are you some quirk of this Dungeon?
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As the last of the competitors would come in the man in white took their Names. "Jason, That's it. You may enter, faith guide you to Victory."  Once Again a bright light shined onto the Armored Knight before sucking him into the Dungeon.  

Next was a very uncommon warrior, some would dare call her a Veteran in the game of Dungeonering. As she approached and gave her name he wrote it down on his clipboard. "Zubaidah Mansur. You may." His words were stopped as a young man spoke the woman's name, he armed himself with a question of his own, but for the woman.   After Jahan had stated his Name the man in white started to write it down, this one being one of the longer ones. Hopefully, he would be taken out in the first round and he did not have to pronounce this every time. An exasperated sigh left the man's body. "Zubaidah Mansur, You may enter may faith lead you to victory. The King of Worlds, The Phantom Lord Jahangir, you may enter. May Faith guide you to victory. " The blinding light showered over both of them sucking them into the Dungeon.

The man in white did not have time to answer questions as the signup period had come to a close. His back turned to the still line of unworthy fighters seeking to gain the Dungeon's gifts. The frail man entered through the gates, the wooden doors slowly closing.


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