Long ago... About 2000 years ago. There was a region by the name of Elyngard... which was as well, the capital. A city, a kingdom filled with beautiful places and people. Diversing into more then just one. Asgardis, Lianhua, Tsukinoshima, and Raet'Khet. One day, There was a entity that was unknown.... Taking away what the people, considered home. But there was a few gods that were willing to stop this unknown figure of power. And succeeded in doing so.
After such victory, and seeing the thankfulness from the humans. The gods decided to come down from their homes. Conquering a region they have made of their own. With Legions; Teams of adventurers. Who were chosen by the gods.
And in this. Lies the tale of heroes against their society. A tale of many emotions. But most importantly; weave through the impossible... what happens that I say such? Well....
[It was a morning in the wonderful city of Elyngard. Where the lights shine bright upon the city, Lies someone in a cloak. Climbing up a steep mountain, panting with each grab and pull. After awhile of struggle. They pull themselves to the top, putting their hands on their knees almost instinctively. Trying to catch their breath. Before looking up to see they're standing on top of a mountain, Just a few miles away, from where gods and goddesses share life with ordinary folk.]
"Phew! Gods, I need a break. I've been hiking for the last three hours in a cloak, and it had to be black to attract more heat, didn't it?" She says as she pants. But is mesmerized at the view. Mainly at the sight of the dungeons
"So, this is Elyngard?" They say as they pull down the hoodie of the cloak. Revealing a girl with marvelous, red hair. Cut into a wolf cut. With baby blue eyes. "I need to take a closer look." They say as she put on their hood Once more back on her head. Slowly and awkwardly trying to get down the tall mountain. Hilariously slipping a little. But managing to recover seconds later. "W-woah!"
One trip downtrail later.... The girl in the cloak reaches Elyngard. Pulling out a map that was attached to a belt that was holding onto her cloak. Opening it, she looks at it. Her eyes roaming the map. "Hmm..." She hums for a little awhile, Before she points at a specific spot on the map. Pointing at a logo that looks like a compass. "Mhm! Found it. Where's the adventurers guild..." They look up at her surroundings, trying to find the exact same logo. Which she find with ease. "Ah, The Everhart luck never runs out, does it?" They say with a little grin on their face as they run to the adventurers guild.
However of course it was never going to be as easy as that....
She accidentally bump into a brute, the brute looks back at the person. Intimidated by the man's height and buffness, they move back. Waving their hands dismissively. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you I-"
"Oh, no worries. It's alright!" The brute grins assuringly. "It happens too much at this time of the year."
"What happens in this time of the year that there is all of these people? I never thought Elyngard would be this busy, especially at this time!" She said. Having to push and roughhouse just to get enough space to even stand still through the waves of people, who's outfits scream Adventurers.
"Well, until now, Legions had only the max of 5 people. And Apparently, now it can be 6. Giving more people the chance to join the dream."
"Legions? I don't know any, but by any chance. Do you know who and where I can find Dante Koryu?"
"Hm? Dante? He's a friendly guy. He's honestly the most respected. But watch out, he's a troublemaker at times. You sure you wanna find hi-" The brute is cut off,as another brute accidentally bumps into one another.
"Hey! watch it, buddy!"
"You watch it. And I'm not your buddy!"
"Fine by me!" they say at once as they swing punches at each other, with this person in the middle.
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Legions of the Gods.
AdventureIn a world taken over by gods. Lies Legions, humans setting themselves a part from society to stand along side gods, to maybe give the same divine comfort they give. Lies heroes, who fight the gods that supposedly lie.