In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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The foul and tainted smells of the Underworld hung in the air as a breeze flowed through from an unknown source. A bridge of solid rock reached over the large tear in the granite walls, it spanned over one hundred meters and ten meters wide. Laroth strode across the bridge, his footsteps echoed each time his boots slapped the ground. Stood still in the centre of the bridge, Laroth looked to his left then to his right; he glared into the distance of the never ending darkness. The thick stone crumbled as Laroth’s blade was slammed down, the gigantic sword raised vertically up. Laroth stepped forward from beside his weapon then dropped another sword on the ground. The sword was magically enhanced and would give off an aura to any whom would wish to have such a sword.
The dark knight then stood next to his weapon and waited. The sword was merely bait to attract the attention of a creature known as Gilgamesh, Laroth felt like he would be a good challenge as he was a ‘Legendary Master Swordsman’. Laroth’s iron gauntlet then wraps round the black leather handle of his sword before he tore it from the ground and held it ready for battle if his trap were to work. Laroth’s magically enhanced sword he placed on the floor was simply a wooden sword with a spell placed upon it for the sole purpose of attracting Gilgamesh…
A small cloud of black smoke arose from the ground, slowly consuming the weapon as if it were alive. But, with in seconds the darkness evaporated, slowly fading into nothingness - the weapon dissapearing with it. Laroth's decoy had been taken without a sound...
Only a few seconds had passed before a larger quantity of thick darkness began to gather before the dark knight, swirling together into portal before him. It was odd though; ussually one could feel the pressence of darkness. But not this. It was like it didn't even exsist, yet you could see it. Suddenly, something was spat out out of the Void; two halves of that wooden sword Laroth had brought along. It had been violently snapped around half way down the 'blade'.
"What kind of junk is this!?
Came a voice from within the portal before the owner emerged; a six-armed man wearing a very strange red attire. He hadn't even noticed the knight that was waiting for him at first. It was only when Gilgamesh lifted his head to see where it was that he had found such a pathetic excuse for a weapon that he realised he was not alone. He quickly stumbled back out of surprise before he addressed the man:
“I am Laroth, Dark Knight and Warrior of Hades; and that my friend was a nothing more the a mere joke of a weapon; and I see that you do not wish to possess it, though it would seem to fit your collection well”
Laroth mocked at Gilgamesh’s assortment of counterfeit weaponry.
“Now then, let us see if you are the combatant that you claim to be!”
His voice growled as his blade was lifted and the tip pointed towards Gilgamesh, a evil smirk then stretched across Laroth’s face. The evil knight then pulled his sword back to his side, gripping it in both hands; pointed behind him. Laroth watched the mysterious six armed man closely, awaiting him to draw at least one sword before he would strike.
Gilgamesh let out a small laugh at the man before him; he couldn't really help it. He found it quite amusing to see that the dark knight thought he was so strong and knew so much about Gilgamesh. It just went to show that he was a legend among men; Laroth knew of Gilgamesh, yet he had no idea who this man was.
Perhaps a fight would be good though. Gilgamesh had been cooped up in the Void for quite a while and could do with stretching his legs, so to speak...
"Do you really think you stand a chance against a Master Swordsman such as my self? I am Gilgamesh! I will slice thee apart!"
Called Gilgamesh, before he dashed forward straight toward his foe. He swung all three of his right arms at once, with a trio of katanas materialising in his hand only a mere second before the attack would land, if it were going to. That was up to Laroth though. With Gilgamesh's attacks aimed high, middle and low all at once, Laroth would probably have a little trouble defending all three even with the size of his own weapon.
Laroth watched the bizarre man as he stood boasting. As he moved towards Laroth, Laroth too moved in towards Gilgamesh so that his katanas flew past.
“Ha! Pathetic!”
An armoured fist was then driven towards Gilgamesh’s right side in his ribs before Laroth then attempted to force his knee into Gilgamesh’s stomach; each attack was fast and aimed at his opponent’s body. The dark knight then jumped back and stared at Gilgamesh, his eyes fixed on the freak from the darkness of his mask.
“Looks like those extra arms are slowing you down,”
