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Daniel Rye

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Real Name:	Daniel Rye/Clubslam
Gender:	Male.
Theme Song:	LRD - Jaques Your Body
Age:	30
Country:	Khlaria
Eye Colour:	Silver/Gray
Hair:	Motley Black, dishelved, mid-length.
Favoured Weapon:	"Iron Fist"
Major skills:	Field medicine, Acrobatics, Climbing
Occupation:	Completed Fists of the Iron Star (Master of Iron Fist)
Temperament:	Used to be: Apathetic, Currently: Agressive
Status:	Deceased?

Contents 1 Story 1.1 The man with seven scars 1.2 The tale of the Man of Lo 1.3 The Saga Continues: Iron Star seeks the Way! 1.4 The Last Chapter: The light of the stars deminish!

Story

NOTICE, STORY IS SUBJECT TO THE AUTHOR BEING WRONG/TAKING EMBELISHMENTS.

One of the more controvertial unions taken under liberty of the admin Phantos was handling the relationship between Orion Rye, and Dorsha Clubslam-- played by Amiel. Their relationship lasted longer then many on Valikorlia, but often in private/secret due to the fact that it was exceptionally different to see a human willingly pair'd with an orc. the product of such a relatonship and alchemy, produced a young man during the waxing days of the floods, and the thirty years after that brought about a series of events that this man, nearly fully human due to mixed lineage and the dangers of working with these strange ingredients they used. Daniel's mother, Dorsha, died while giving birth to him (the player really doesnt play anymore, so this is subject to change). Daniel Rye learned much from his father in those sensative months, before they set to follow the ships heading for a new mainland that came through from the receeding waters. Unfortunately, this education was cut when he reached the level of Master in Iron Fist twenty-five years later due to an assassin killing his father. Daniel, avoiding the subject, will say his father died of natural causes. Daniel, who watched his father die, took up his gauntlets as is the right of successon.

Daniel's lineage does not seem to reflect in any manner, he is fully human, it so seems, though he's prone to be exceptionally emotion driven, thus when given a purpose he tends to stick to it firmly, even seeming detatched. This could be attributed to many things, though mostly from the dicipline that Iron Fist has afforded him. During the time that he wandered looking for the assassin, Daniel came to find a place called Bridgeton-- a city contained on a bridge that gapped across a great river. Here, he stayed for a small period of time, until a strange ship appeared-- it was carrying men with armor he himself had never seen before. Wearing nothing but his white linens, in the splitting image of his father who many, many years ago came on a good will mission to the turtleback world, joined the Suirikun people to learn from them and further his patience. It was here that he learned about a mystical force called Chi that functioned when magic could not. Though he tried, Daniel could not learn from the one master of Chi that he had come to know due to being an outsider. During his stay there, he met a sea-imp named Naruk and the two of them had grown close in friendship, in one moment of note a man assaulted the imp due to racial reasons and was met firmly by Daniel's Iron Fist Technique. Though he persisted, both Naruk, Man, and Daniel were washed off the docks when the imp got very 'upset' and expressed it through a concentrated burst of water.

Daniel was once a caring, loving individual when he was in Naruk's care. He dearly loved him, but due to the constant tsunami, and being seperated, Daniel was forced to watch as he and Naruk were seperated-- He snapped internally, and many people in Suiriku noticed that Daniel now lacked that balance he used to have. "Power without perception, means nothing." was the words of a wise man, as Daniel departed on a ship to return to the mainland. He left society for a long period of time, taking his chance to hide in Valdyr where he mercilessly beat bandits into submission. It was only until the faithful day of the dragons reign that Daniel went into hiding, in fear that these other worldly forces were too powerful for his state lacking focus and could endanger the succession of Iron Fist. When the brave heros destroyed them, he returned northward and spent his days in the northern part of the continent. From the events that caused bridgeton to explode, the change from Staghorn to Celdin, the development of magic and the flood of Forgewrought, Daniel lived quietly, waiting for the time as his anger boiled under his skin.

It was by chance he heard of a wedding for Matrim Hakor, and Shival Felwind. Turning himself quietly, he drew on a white cloak and obscured his face. Matrim Hakor was a man who lived a long time, well into his father and grandfather's time, and perhaps a chance to see this would elicit an attack, for surely a man as old as Matrim had developed enemies that would see his end. In the hopes of sating his underlying bloodlust, he gripped his gauntlets under the cloak and walked downtradden to the city of Greendale, at the church where others entered, he slipped in amongst a party while lacking presence to elicit worry. During the ceremony, a pair of knives flew down for the elfen male. Daniel responded by throwing free his cloak and rushing for the main hall to catch him. The resulting battle showed Daniel's brutality as he took on Absalom Shroudsong, who was supprised that someone unrelated jumped in so readily. Though on an escape route, Daniel threw him for good measure. Fleeing from the battle, the two made their way away from eachother, and Daniel made Absalom a mental target to sate his desire to simply cause pain. A week passed, no more, no less, and having escaped before authorities could question him, he returned to Celdin and confronted a resting Absalom. The two did combat, as a youth by the name of Ren watched them. Absalom was bested by Daniel's skills in Iron Fist who was prepared to continue and finish him, when Absalom reminded him that power without perception was nothing. He questioned Daniel's motives, and he answered each question with honesty to his cause and purposes. Shival Felwind had approached and recognized the assassin, and attempted a fireball. A man of Eisensmarth hit her in the back with his shield to knock her down, which sent one fireball for Daniel, the others in other directions and her largest straight up. Daniel exhibited one of the strengths of Iron Fist as he literally struck the fireball apart, nearly risking his gauntlets to do so and burning himself, but mildly in comparison. When Absalom was busy with her, he warned him, "We shall meet again."

Daniel fled the scene to the location where his father and mother once called home, hidden nestled deep in the Laboo, he nursed his wounds next to a lean-to which held his cloak and gauntlets. A young man, Ren, approached and asked looking for the man in white. After enough questioning, he got tired of his nosey attitude and conceded that he was the man in white, instead of socking him in the face. Absalom's words made him think before acting, so he continued to wrap his burns and listened to the boy's plea to learn Iron Fist. Daniel concented to teach him, and began him on the earliest regiment. A few days later, Daniel, seperated frm Ren, decided to find Absalom-- and he did. He met his friend Fazeem, and approached silently with preperation to kill, or try to kill them both. However, he paused when greeted in a friendly manner, and heard a noise from behind. Ren had followed, and was a liability if they had him in a hostage situation. Here, Absalom and Fazeem, as he learned the name, explained their cause and Daniel felt a kindled flame inside. Fighting tyrrany, as it was explained, was a great challenge, greater then simply targeting one man to kill-- so Daniel accepted and joined their brotherhood.

The man with seven scars

Edit as of 12:47, Saturday, April 15th.

Daniel had gone on a personal mission for Chad, the Artificer in Celdin. He needed materials from Hammerforge, which retreated from working with others in the outside world. Alone, Daniel infiltrated the facility by faking a fall off of the train. When they could not find the cloaked man, the train returned and thus, down the tunnel hall, Daniel descended to darkness. He crept through the hallways like a ghost, creeping and stepping through the worn halls till he got to the higher levels. A few people leaving a tavern inside the dwarven keep thought they saw something, but when they blinked, it was gone and untracable. He continued inside further to a gate with four locks. Here, however, the king by luck was leaving with a retinue of soldiers. Daniel dove into the doorway and rolled quietly while they were passing, when out of their view. Within, he crept down a hall, dodging a sentry. Daniel slid north, but found only a way to a tower. On coming back, the lone sentry spotted him, so Daniel fled into the middle corridor and hid amongst barrels. When one went to find help, Daniel bludgeoned the one behind searching with a barrel, knocking him unconcious. He then emulated harty laughter and tossed a shred of his own cloak into the hallway, which lured the other to check on his partners "success."

Unfortunately, it only earned the dwarf a rising uppercut to the jaw, that unset him enough with the force of the gauntlet that he fell unconcious after managing to wield his axe. When finally arriving to the southen pass, the two guards protecting the King's treasury stopped him, charging directly. Daniel fought valiantly, but the men were impressive with their axe skills. The first on the southern side of the hall came down on him, bearing his axe in and grazing daniel three times as he gained bearing, dodging to avoid the full force of the blows and using his cloak for cover. The second managed to come in, and with four strikes his axe nearly scored home, stopped by Daniel's gauntlet before it could sink in. In his rage and pain, Daniel abandoned technique and ripped the axe from the hand of the supprised dwarf, beating him into submission savagely. The other came in from the side and daniel swung his gauntlet arm wide, colliding with his axe swing and knocking it off course. He then grasped his helmet and slammed him against the wall, then dropped his knee into his sternum. The dwarf clawed for freedom but he had him in a neck-lock, before forcing his muscle into it and seperating two vertibrae of his spine. Within the treasury, he collected as much coin as he possibly could, some precious gems, and the ore he needed for his new gauntlets.

The escape from Hammerforge was easy-- a mine shaft near the entrance by train was entirely fesable to reach, and thus Daniel fled back through the empty halls, the king speaking to his people to usher in a new era for the dwarves. Daniel fled into the mine shaft and got into a cart, shoving it till it caught speed and downhill energy, flailing down the rails till eventually meeting and slowing to the curve exit to Alberean controlled lands. Daniel returned to Celdin via ferry, taking the ore to the artificer-- who crafted him gauntlets which were vastly superior to the mundane ones he was using. Designed to be more receptive to enchantments and hold a permanent dweomer, as well as be lighter, more durable, and like a second skin with their comfort. Daniel named these two new weapons of Iron Fist "The Shatterhands."

The tale of the Man of Lo

Daniel had for some time, spent his time on the southern continent, searching for a mighty warrior of Alberea. They say his ferocity and skill with a polearm was unmatched, and so Daniel seeking challenge sought to fight him and prove that Iron Fist was a superior style. In doing this, he was only minorly involved in the events involving the under-sea adventure with the once-elven settlements beneath the waves. However, during this time, the war ravaged landscape had changed, and passage from the north had stopped. Daniel had no choice but to brave the mountains. Silently in preperation, he rested in Port Wolfe, at the Sailors Dirge. In silence, a brown-cloaked man rested gauntlet covered hands against his far table. The man wearing the symbol of the Goddess Lo looked on as the white-clad young man left the inn in silence. "Yes, all goes according to plan." Said the man quietly as he rose from his seat, and paid for his own tab, leaving shortly afterward.

Alone, up the frozen path he walked, quietly stepping along the snowy ground, boots crushing the white frozen vapors beneath his steps. The whistle of the wind as he slid a cloak around his frame, shifted. The Shatterhands held his furs up and prevented the nip of the cold from defeating him, like it had so many others. In silence his upper body shifted, stepping down the road and along the path downhill. Stopping, Daniel looked down over a vast grassy plane, and a mighty cleft in the earth to the far east, with a town bridging the two together. No, twas not bridgeton, but Gannelon, and there was smoke overhead. Daniel walked on in silence, not caring to stop and truly enjoy the clouds overhead, drifting in shapes as the stack of smoke bowed to Elan's gift.

To the north he had gone, the man with Lo's mark followed. His own soft boots sweeping the grass aside with respect to even it's life. The man quietly stepped on towards a parting in trees up a small grade. The old oaks shifting overhead, acorns riddling the ground from a previous drop. He slowly walked foreward and into the dark cave, the ceiling blackened by torch smoke, and barely lit by their light. He stepped down and towards the east, the river shallow at a point in the center, from the waters flowing from the falls to the north and further down the stream southward. He in silence stepped over rocks with an unearthly gait and followed the white-cloaked man to the east, where he was going and why he was following Daniel was anyone's best guess. The thick trees overhead filtered sunlight on the path as a ladder guided him down the series of slopes to the south. Onward to the road little tread, for here does the monsters lurk.

It was a long walk east, through the forests in silence. Daniel stepped onto a road where he saw the mighty city of Celin stretching overhead. King Kanosek had been a mighty ruler indeed, for his town to this day held no walls, but knew law, even if those who visited did not. Quietly, he walked foreward but heard the sounds of battle towards the center of the city. Buildings passed as he stepped along the road. He looked down the path to the south and found the famous dragoon, Dax Issanni doing battle with an Orc. Daniel studdied the dragoon's fighting style and realised the strength of the Draconian's legs was their mightiest force, resulting in devastating kicks and hurls using them for leverage. This noted, he watched as Dax turned to fight another opponent. To the north, another orc and an old man wrestled for center, trying to disarm him of his helmet. Daniel had stepped foreward unconciously, and realised the Orc was charging towards him, to go -through- him in an effort to get to Dax's back. Not having this, Daniel stepped into the orc's charge and sent his fist up, striking the orc in the face with a devastating jab. As the orc fell, Daniel struck his other fist into the creatures gut to keep it standing, and proceeded to yell and strike, accenting each slam with blurring fists of fury and a strong vocalization to each hit. In silence, the man with the gauntlets of Lo watched as he preformed the Iron Fist technique, "星鉄百割れ目こぶし" Iron Star hundred fissure fist. After landing the final strike, the Orcs body crumpled, and blood began to slide from its ears. Daniel slowly walked south, circumventing the scuffles between authorities and the green creatures. It was here in silence he witnessed the death of Treng Firesoul, and was one of the only ones to respect the orc's death as a warrior, and let him be taken by his people for respects.

After this, Daniel took to the mountains over Staghorn. The snowy cap was always cold, and against his frame it felt wonderful. Silence prevailed him as he practiced his strikes with mechanical perfection, giving out sounds with each implied impact. It was then that the shillouette of a figure approached the training man. Snow did not find purchase on the heavy cloak the stranger wore, and silently he walked towards the training young man. Gray eyes looked from below his dark brown hair as it wavered in the breeze, "What do you want? I don't care for it already." He answered, stopping his training. The other man approached and slowly spread his hands, "To show you the truth." Daniel began to advance, already aggrevated, "No, I will show you the truth of Iron Fist for interrupting me. You're already dead." Combat began. A gauntlet covered fist came up with beautiful simplicity and speed as the man with the gauntlets of Lo shifted his position and slid Daniel's mighty fist aside without any forethought to it. The Young man turned his momentum and sent a low kick along for the others leg, and rotated to strike with the outside edge of his palm. First the outsider lifted his foot and received the kick, sliding his own boot to guide the foot off center and harmlessly stop the strike. Daniel's upper arm swung down and he brought his own gauntlet against the shatterhand. Sparks flew as the two touched, and he continued Daniel's momentum, turning to flip him. Daniel, experienced with this kind of motion, flipped head over heels, pushing his free hand into the snow and rolling with it, back to his feet. The two began to circle eachother, as snow fell around them. Each swing, sent the flakes to flow in the direction of their inner force. The mountain shook as they struck eachother, snow on the north face fell downward along the clefts and craigs, as their heavy strikes resounded off the hills. "BLORGH!" The dark haired youth said as a gauntlet fist struck into his gut, repeatedly, and sent him to stagger back into stance. A line of red was down along Daniel's cheek, and he gripped his fists, before setting himself back in. The brown-cloaked man received the charge and sent a foreward kick in. Daniel's body rotated and guided the kick off center, softly pushing the momentum past and driving his elbow to the center of the man's mass. The man brought his right elbow across and pushed the strike off course, and struck Daniel in the face with a downward punch. The two continued and Daniel was handily beaten with superior technique, but the man in brown was breathing heavily and staggered. On a knee, Daniel bled onto the snow, and tried to get the stars out of his head. The voice rang out though, "Daniel, your Jitsu is mighty, and it is perfect, but you have lost your Dao. You must find the Dao of Iron Fist if you wish to continue to live, and to find true inner power."

When Daniel looked up, and was able to stand, the man in brown was gone, as if he had never been there. In silence, Daniel meditated on these things and left Staghorn Mountain, leaving south through the woods. In his contemplative travels, Daniel's attitude towards others shifted from that of beliggerence to the remembered understanding that there is no opponent, there is only yourself. Beliggerence feeds beliggerence, and makes that side stronger. His heartless attitude was struck when he met a fine looking man, Jjahk De Lionnes, at the tavern within Celdin, and his evil tendancies were curbed by an understanding of the true natures of good and evil. After a few months since the great battle, Daniel was visited in a dream by the man in brown. "Daniel, I see your dao has grown much stronger, but it is not time yet. Soon, when you are ready, I will face you again, and you will see how strong your soul really is."

The Saga Continues: Iron Star seeks the Way!

"Hyugh!" A yell was given, staggering backward as a line of red formed on the side of Daniel's frame, his vest was cut and blood leaked from a slice. Just to his past, he heard a yell "Watch out!" The recently human Dax Issanni holding a reformed spear of light, in the gray backdrop joined up with Daniel as the two of them stood, before a man in flowing black cloth, moving in an unfelt breeze. The brown haired young man stared on with gray eyes, bringing up his gauntlets and cracks the knuckles. "For some reason..." The voice of the brown haired man, gripping a raiper and main gauche said, standing with the blades outstretched. "...I do not believe you're taking me seriously." Daniel brought his hands back up, drawing a thumb along his lips and spitting to the side, tasting his own blood. He said, "When you start fighting seriously, perhaps you would be taken seriously."

The other fell into anger and charged foreward, his steps crushing against the grayscale grass. Dust flew from the frame as he let our a growl. The intent of death shone in the eyes of Dias Kiske, Dark Dragoon of Tarus. He lunged his rapier foreward with it's tip flying blurredly for Daniel's stomach. His frame turned to the right, leg slipping ahead toward the right. His weight shifted foreward onto that foot, and opened his weight on the rear once-supporting leg. His right hand slid with his motion, the full metal gauntlet pushing for the hand gripping the rapier, and as his motion worked against the dark dragoon's frame. Outside of his attack, Daniel then let out a yelp, 'WHA-TAW!' and drove his left gauntlet covered fist up, outside of the blade and straight for his face. There was a solid impact and Dias flung his cheek aside with red spittle flying from his lips, but he was made of stronger stuff then even a Jab from Iron Fist could provide! The shatterhands screeched as he moved aside, one moving defensively between his assailants' main gauche and his own body! The rapier lept to life and Dax leaned back, using his two-handed leverage to prevent the strike from passing through and over to Daniel, calling over, "Now! Hit him now!"

Daniel's step took him foreward, left forearm kept low to defend from the main gauche, and his right arm snapped up and foreward in a harsh hook, 'A-TAW!' He yelled, striking into the gouch arm with the force of his body weight, which set the Dark Dragoon off balance. In his stumble, Dax bore down with the mighty Spear of Light and pierced into his shoulder, pinning him down! When Dias fell unconcious, the two took to the temple of Tarus, and looked around the surroundings. The gray environment looked small, and the room tiny. Three statues, and words on the floor written in a red that was visable, over the dull colorless gray. Here, they talked, but only until Dax felt it was time to go, he had not gotten what he wanted, to see Tarus, and thus left, retrieving the spear nd leaving Daniel to stand in this temple. The man in white leggings looked on silently as he bled, and turned to a sound coming throgh the south entrance. "Valiant." He said quietly, looking over his shoulder. The Draconian smirked at him, and they had a brief exchange. "It's my intent to bring Tarus the justice of Gouken. I thought he could be found here. Is this true?" Valiant answered, "No, he's in the everdark." The young man answered, "I know how to get there. Have you any information there that could help me?" Valiant answered, but ambigously, "I've only been there twice, and I never really saw any bestiary, but I just know that he's there."

Taking up his robe, he left the building slowly and approached an awakened Dias Kiske, in passing, Daniel left medicinals and bandages, "I take back everything I said, you're truly an honorable fighter. We'll meet again, Dias Kiske. Be well." With no answer given back, Daniel slowly left and began to walk north, away from the mournglade and around the entrance to Rastances lair. He looked up and considered asking him, perhaps he might know more on the Everdark, but for the time being, he had to get back to Celdin. To play his part as a monk and act for his purposes, he wore his cloak and bandaged his own wound. Quietly, he folded his hands into his sleeves, and stopped into the forest path of Celdin. Walking through, he stopped at the pool and dropped a copper coin into the small pond for Crizzle, smiling at the pool in memory as he left along to the city.

Passing the streets, he began to turn south from Reds, when he encountered a woman. Karen Lire, he knew the face, the description, from Jjahk. His heart ached in memory for how he felt about the Demon, and he paused. The woman didn't notice him until he spoke. "Karen Lire." He said gently, she seemed nervous, being approached, by a man in robes with his face hidden. He eased her by speaking, "I know Jjahk, He's asked me to watch out for you, when he could not find you." "Oh," she asked, "You know Jjahk? How?" He answered, coming to rest and keeping his hands in his sleeves, "We're... business partners." He answered. He noticed a healthy glow to her skin, a sort of happiness, and a rounding to her stomach. His shoulders tensed gently and his eyes closed behind the hood. "Oh, what's your name then? I'm sure he'd like to hear that I've seen you." Daniel paused, and considered if it was a wise idea for him to give his name, but he thought of Jjahk and answered, "I'm Daniel. My name is Daniel." He said quietly. Pausing, he felt his emotions breaking through. He was angry, but not at her, nor at Jjahk, moreso himself. "Karen. Can you make me a promise? Can you do something for me?"

"What would you have me do?" She asked, curious. Daniel paused, and formulated the words, "Promise, that you will do everything in your power, to make him the happiest man alive. Please. I beseech you." His voice choked, and the woman looked at him strangely, she paused, answering, "I-- of course I will. Why would you ask such a thing?" Daniel began to turn away and stopped when she asked, he responded with a pain in his voice. "I cannot lie to you, I love Jjahk, but I could not provide for him, I could not give him happiness. He loves you, and it pained me to see him hurting, through all that has happened. He needs you, Karen." He answered, chokeing back his feelings. He looked at her stomach and in the glint of a street light, he felt tears sliding down his skin. "Karen, is... is that his little boy, or little girl? A--are you bringing him a little bundle of joy into the world?" His words staggered, a mixed happiness and sadness assaulting his usual control. She looked on him sadly, understanding how he hurt, and answered, "Yes, we-- we don't know if it's a little boy or girl yet." Daniel sucked in a shaky breath and let it back out, slowly nodding his hooded head, "Karen, I pray Setengar protects you and your families well being, and that you both stay happy for a long time." "Daniel! I'm sorry..." She answered. He completed his turn to Red's and kicked off the cobblestone. His gauntlets planted into the side of the building, and he climbed up. Onto the windowsill, and then up to the roof. In the night, he disappeared from the view of the road, and left for the woods.

The forests left behind him as the planes, the remains of Gannelon and the Obelisk, passed him behind. He began a lengthy return to Tracello. He had to break himself of this weakness, he had to find the Dao and return to it. The last altercation between Telorian and himself told him that ultimately the Iron Star would cross with the Star of Death, and there will be a conflict, but when? He would have to keep training and teaching his pupils until then.

The Last Chapter: The light of the stars deminish!

WARNING: This chapter is not to be considered Val cannon, there's been dispute as to the destruction of Tarus. Last the author heard, it was generally accepted that Rusty Trapspringer killed Tarus. Players should consider this fantastic and ancillary to the main plotline of Valikorlia, but consider this only for closure and if needed, reasoning for Daniel's disappearance from the world.

It was here, underground, this whole time. The very place where the likes of Glider were released from their corruption, the underground cemetery, the catacombs. A lonely figure stood before a swirling vortex, as far above the ground which he was buried beneath shone with stars. A single, red star was glowing in the evening light, in the constellation of Setengar. Linen cloth moved across his frame, covered with a gray cloak that swept along the girth of his shoulders. Steps took him up to the swirling portal and he looked into the chaos within. Shapes of many places and things perverted by the everdark's nature as a plane swept into his vision as reality began to melt away. A pervasive calm reached through the very fabric of reality around the face of the man as peace shone through his eyes. Standing on nothing, his frame floated through the distance as this alternate reality poured through the fabric of his mind, body, and spirit. The forces of these things in trinity moved him by will through the nature of the plane, his mind expanding from nothing to the concept of everything, an impossibility for the common mortal mind. Silver eyes saw all that the world flashed before them through visual perceptions not garnered by the retnas, not focused by the lense or even passing the pupils-- the vision came from the mind itself, as though the plane inflicted it's presence on his very existance in the wavelengths of this reality. Freedom from this force of existence was given through the force of will which began to manifest within his stance, the half-orc's frame shifted carefully into a curious posture composed of his frame lifting and floating of it's own accord, leg crossed over the knee of the first. One hand was raised to the air, the other lower past his waistline. The tangible existance around his frame began to radiate with a glory that was astounded only by the very Gods which allowed his existence, that permeated the very fabric of the multiple layers of individual universes that stood in line, perfect synchronism with this very same.

It was the given thought that made him persevere, the concept of his very target which established itself from the ball of radiance that shone in the everdark, zipping through the very expanse at an instant before all light and output from the world slammed from it's vision. A lonely figure stood there, his presence established with a radiance diserving of a god, making the small speck of light seem insignificant to itself. "So; You are Daniel Rye." A voice of many tongues spoke out, this existence ripping through the smaller orb that looked on with peace, "You have come here to die, to be erased from history and to destroy the very presence you ever had in this creation of yourself." The voice continued to speak but found itself interrupted by a single voice, amplified from every single instantiation of itself through every single possible universe within the very confines, and outside those confines, of known reality itself. "No." The radiance began to grow, it's size still tiny in comparison, but the light was bright and flickering with considerable, tangible force. A candle burns its brightest when it was about to die, "I come here as an instrument of fate itself. Where the very Gods are without the power to destroy themselves or eachother to end the balance, the creation of Man and the False Free Will was the choice of the Gods to make the perfect instrument, the Weapon which thinks for itself, and acts on its own, with the power to grow and become strong enough to be the very blade that pierces the heart of a God. It is through this sacrifice that I have closed the way between us and the exists of the Everdark. Tarus, you must die, your time has come. The constellation of Setengar beheld the Star of Death." The two frames flickered brightly and it was so, the power of the unfree mind closed the Everdark, forcing this arena, tiny in comparison to the radiance of it's contenders, leaving even the likes of a God, who had not the power to strike down the force of another God--that which prevailed before him--summoned by the singular man before him. "So this is their treachery." The voices spoke as the radiance continued to shine, burning into the smaller light that began to compress and leave trails of heat around itself. "Then I will destroy you, weapon of the gods, and leave the constellation of the Iron Star and Setengar to burn it's last light!" This force of existance attempted to engulf the smaller light, which began to be lost within the larger radiance. As it was covered, a great shine came through the cracks and imperfections of the radiant God's existence. Light beams shone through this presence and slammed into the walls of the arena, causing the very plane to shake as a yell of planar might rippled through the air. A mighty wail of force through his personality, the might of his mind, body, and spirit, rippled through the everdark. The very particles of the existance shattered in the area, leaving the raw gray-matter of time to sway outward in a tidal-wave that tore through everything, from all the planes. The demons of the abyss all slowed down for a time. the Angels of heaven's chorus dipped in pitch and slowed. People stopped moving on the prime material plane. Water acted like glass, the very presence of sound was like a wall hanging in the air as things slowed down for but a small time. The radiance of the larger god burst open as a frame was seen in the orb of light. Great flashes and tendrils of raw force ripped through the being and into the reality they surrounded themselves in. A brown haired figure--of now mortal look-- was being torn apart by a flurry of blows that tore power from a plane very far away, filled with light.

"AAAAHH-TAAAHH!" A figure with black hair screamed as his metaphysical musculature rippled with the kinetic linkage of mind, body, spirit, and the forces of existence itself poured through his fist, slamming into the chest of the God that spit out it's very essence in the force of the blow. The body began to swell with the light that it was struck with, and now surrounded by Daniel's light, the figures continued to strike into each other. The look on his face was terrifying, the absolute, utter rage at this affront to creation which ascended to a level it should never have was violently struck at to the core of it's existence. The figure screamed as the very light slammed into it burst its way forth in a spray of vital substance, ripping it's incredible soul to shreds with the force of will of the warrior before himself, "How can this be?! How can you be strong enough to kill a God?!" It bellowed as the force of its own ability to maintain itself began to flicker and die. Daniel maintained his stance and watched with sorrowful eyes as the creature began to fade from its own presence, the everdark creeping around it, "This is why I have left the World, Tarus." The figure said, "I do not belong here. It is next Telorian who would stand in your way, who would take your power and become a God himself. I ended you because you had to be ended, there had to be closure to this tale. Without it, others would fall in your footsteps, leaving a world wracked with the power of False Gods. If it is the creation, the created, may be no more powerful then the creator. That is the laws we all must live by, but because of things as you, the very balance is lost forever now." The thing seemed to gain understanding of this as it's very radiance was gone. The flow of time began to resume, the very existence shuddered by the loss of this power. However, the freedom of the mortal mind, even at it's strongest, could not stand the everdark for more then two hours. Daniel rye had been there for ten minutes longer. His mind began to fade as the world around it and creatures began to slam into the darkness that surrounded their battlefield. It was then a light, who's radiance lit the very darkness, sent a hand down to him, "Daniel..." The voice said, with a peace that had all voices and no voices at once, an impossibility for the mortal mind to fathom, "Go into the light, and take it with you. You are free of this world." His own gnarled, bloody hand reached up to the pure one, his face slowly fading to confusion as his last thoughts reached his being's core. Touching the hand of a dragon pure white, platinum scales soaked into him and ripped him through the presence in the darkness, to a nameless light that was so pure, it tore apart his existence in Valikorlia. Tears fell from those eyes as everything began to fade away to nothing.

In the sky over the Laboo, from the last trail of smoke rising over a small cottage, the stars in the night sky flickered, and when one saw the constellation of setengar, a single star of the seven went dim, the Iron Star. The Star of Death was no longer seen in the nighttime sky over the world of Khlaria. This baffled many an astronomer and mage, leaving them to wonder where this star went? Why did it go Dim? And where was the Red Star that was fabled to mark the death of someone belonging to the birthsign of it's light. It was here that now a lonely figure in linen clothes laid in a grassy knoll. The figure slowly sat up and silver eyes looked around with a measure of confusion. The sky above held stars and planets, none of which he had recognized from the skies above. A single moon was spied orbiting the darkness above, and the figure began to walk away towards the distance. His eyes looked on and his voice offered with peace, "Finally... I am free."

The End