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atlasursa · 4 years

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Rumnaheim Beginnings.

“All wait.”

“For the light.

“You fear.”

“Do not be afraid.”

“The sun shines out of my eyes.”

“It will not go down tonight.”

Hailing from Rockcliff the Rumnaheim family is known for providing the best Dwarven fighters, warriors, and sell swords in the Stormlands. Granted, they are provided by the children themselves. Far from Nobility, the Rumnaheims fought proudly for everything they have claim to. Orsik, their father, no longer fights but has made another name for himself in blacksmithing good enough to be considered art amongst Dwarves. Not that a name for himself needed to be made, his mother having carried him full term into battle and given birth to him in a thunderstorm above ground was enough to make the old Dwarf’s name procede him.

When his eldest daughter, Torbera, named after his mother, came of age she quickly outgrew the training available to her and her family at Rockcliff. She showed promise and character and with the connections her parents had with the higher clans and the weight of their family name, Torbera was sent to Domum to train under Lady Asella’s troops and grew into becoming not only a strong fighter, but a strong friend to Lady Asella.

When she wasn’t training, competing, or pushing herself to the limit, Torbera spent her time with the members of house Tomu, successfully indeed gaining more honor for her family.

Catching the eye of many of the Captains and Generals because of her family name, they continued to push her harder and she continued to proudly train and succeed under the most elite. But the only thing that caught her eye was the flash of steel and iron in the training arenas. All she knew was the fight, and it was all she wanted. That was until she saw Captain Kildrak Fireforge and his crew for the first time. She had heard the rumors before. The dwarf that dared to sail and tame the tempest seas of the Stormlands. They said he was struck by lightning so many times that his hair was forever ablaze with the fire that fueled his courage. The same courage that bolted him head first into winning so many battles and coating his ship with the blood of his enemies. The ocean was so scared of him that whenever he went into it, it spat him back out, not allowing him to drowned and that his hammer itself was forged in the his family’s fires that were a gift from the god’s themselves. One of the original forges from the original clans, (or so it is said). His smile was wide and bright whether he was in mid fight, feasting, or laughing. Even in his fury, the Dwarf smiled like he knew something from the gods that no one else knew. And his laugh! The thunder itself couldn’t compare to his laugh that seemed to emanate from his belly no matter the situation. But hearing the stories, and seeing the Dwarf himself in the flesh were two completely different things.

Torbera fell hard, and she fell fast when she was sent with a team of trusted fighters to receive Fireforge and his crew from the shore and bring them safely to House Tomu. Immediately, the two sized each other up. The sea worn captain, soaked head to foot, grinning like a mad fool as he tried to decide if he was impressed or offended by the short Dwarven lady that was to lead his escort. And the Rumnaheim fighter unable to keep her own smile from spreading in return as she tried to decide if he was really a Dwarf, or a fish. On the journey home, Torbera and Kildrak grew fond of eachother. He was everything rumored and so much more, and she was something he had never witnessed before.

By the time they returned to Domum, it was no secret that they belonged to each other. There was no wedding, no courtship braids or jewels of promise. When they were together, they didn’t need any of the ceremonies for they created a world for themselves.

He was her Seastorm and she, his Battleaxe. “Wouldn’t be trustin’ no other woman to keep me arse from gettin’ in trouble on solid land.” “No other woman would want to come near your ass. You smell like fish.” He would grab her and laugh, Torbera never able to keep her own laughter from joining him as they wrestled against each other in jest sparring. “Not without yer proper coin!.... Mind loanin’ me some?” His cheekiness only stoking her flames and making her fight harder.

Torbera loved the salt stains on all of his leather and the tales of adventure he’d tell her to lull her to sleep when they were in bed together. The feeling of his heavy hands in her hair the only safe thing in this world she trusted more than her own weapons.

But Kildrak wasn’t ready to give up the sea, nor did Torbera want him to. And Torbera wasn’t ready to give up the fight, nor did Kildrak want her to. So for years, they went on with their lives, excelling in what they were destined for. And every year he would come ashore, Torbera would be the leader of the team that brought him home for as long as he could stay.

When horror struck and whispers of war entered the houses, it was a given that Torbera would be on the front lines, fighting for her country, her clan, her family, and her friend. As would all of the Rumnaheim’s. What she didn’t expect, was that her lover would be the captain of the first ship to carry the first siege across the coast and to Trinity. It made sense. He was a legend, and it would take only the best for the Dwarves to be successful. Among the first of the sieges, Torbera fought valiantly and without hesitation with Kildrak at her side as the Dwarves invaded Trinity and slaughtered the unprepared town. Revenge, anger, honor, duty, and so many more things coursed through her veins making her blind to the horrors of that night until it was far too late.

Towards the end of that night’s battle, they were clearing the last of the small shoreline houses as the rest went inward. A human male came around the corner yelling, seizing Torbera’s attention as she brought him down before another cry startled her and her reflexes acted before she could stop herself, throwing her axe into a human child. And that was how Kildrak found her at the end of the siege. On her knees in tears, hammer on the floor, and staring at the dead child pinned to the wall by her axe, his axe, the one he had given her in love.

“Comeon’. Get up.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t see…. ”

“Ya...I know… but you gotta get up.”

When she didn’t move, didn’t respond, Kildrak forcibly removed the axe from the human child’s chest, causing Torbera to flinch as she heard the thud rather than saw it. Kneeling in front of her, Kildrak put her weapons back in her hands.

“No time fer this now mah gem.”

Hauling Torbera to her feet, Kildrak took hold of her shoulders though her gaze stayed on the child’s dead body.

“You fear.” A few seconds passed and when she didn’t respond, he shook her violently and raised his voice.

“Dammit Bera! YOU FEAR!”

Snapping out of it, Torbera stumbled to find the words she knew by heart.

“Do not.. Do not be afra… afraid.” “The sun, be shinin’ out of mah eyes mah battleaxe… you hear me?”

Nodding, Torbera looked up at the already smiling Dwarf in front of her, the concern not hidden from his expression. “It will not go down tonight.”

Kissing her forehead, Kildrak nodded in confirmation.

“Nor the next, or the one after that ya hear meh? That’s a good lass. now let’s go.”

Days, weeks, then months passed. The war was still fresh in every dwarf’s mind, but Torbera struggled more than she was willing to admit or let on. She had fought on, continued to strike down those who came in her path in the name of her family’s honor, never giving up the battle despite her nights were now plagued with nightmares and screams of children, their blood on her weapons. But Kildrak was always there to wake her, to help her calm down, even in the worst of it. When it was over, there were feasts in the stormlands to honor those that had fallen, their own family had another celebration festival in honor of their name at Rockcliff, and Kildrak didn’t go back to sea for a long time. No one at home would think Torbera had changed. But it was in the small things. The way she didn’t smile at the retelling of war stories. The way she hesitated to give her last name lest she be celebrated and congratulated in the honor of the deeds she had done in war. Ashamed of her own family name. Ashamed at her inability to move on as everyone else did, she lived a fake life, of fake honor. Taking compliments on the outside, but dying each time on the inside.

Years passed, Kildrak finally set sail again. He never stayed away very long at first, but eventually, they found a sort of comfort in old habits and rhythms.

And though she learned to cope, trying to remember that innocents always died in war, that it wasn’t her fault, Torbera was never truly at peace.

It was of great help that Kildrak was there, to know what she experienced, but it was of great terror that in her worst memories, it was also Kildrak who was there with her. She found comfort in Kildrak on the same nights she couldn’t even look at his face. “Marry meh.” Caught off guard and yanked harshly from a sleep by those words, Torbera looked to Kildrak in disbelief.

“Ya heard meh. I’ll put yer hair in one of dem perty courtin’ braids and we’ll have the biggest feast anybody’s ever heard of. I’ll marry ya in front of everyone and make ya a true Fireforge.”

Tobera’s heart pounded in fear, in love, in pure shock.

“You leave tomorrow morning Drak. You know once I get started, I don’t stop. I’m not waiting a year to get back into your britches.” She tried to pass off her rejection as a joke. They both knew she loved him. But that was the problem. She really did love him. And she knew him.

And her Seastorm would only offer such a thing because yes, he loved her, but because he was worried about her. Had she hidden her failure at keeping herself together so poorly from him? That he would offer something so drastic… something she knew was not who he was.

He took her face in his calloused hands and forced her to look at him. But his expression wasn’t one of love-sick courtship or even fear of rejection. It was that of a concerned loved-one when they looked down at a sick family member. “Marry meh ‘Bera”

And that was it. The moment Torbera realized she would never belong in the Stormlands until she could find her own redemption.

“Alright…. When you come back. You can braid my hair and we’ll stand before the gods, and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Kissing her forehead again, they both chuckled, but neither of them said anything as Kildrak pulled an iron ring from his own tangled mess of curls and braided it into her hair. The heaviness betraying both of their true feelings as they faded into sleep.

In the morning when he left, she had to wonder if he knew… if he realized that would be the last time she would see him.

It took her a few weeks after his departure that she was able to ready herself, ‘Venturing forth to bring her family even more honor in the form of adventure and heroism.’ But leave, she did and when she did, there was a celebration, and festivities to be had as always with her clan. Even as she traveled out of the stormlands and towards the white light district, it took a while before she stopped hearing her own family name when she entered a tavern or an Inn.

But Kildrak would hear no word of such news until a year later when he stepped foot back on the Stormlands, his battleaxe nowhere to be seen. Nor the year after that, or any of the years to come. The shoreline as empty as her promise was to marry him and as free as she had now made him.

#dnd #original #characters #oc #torberarumnaheim #kildrakfireforge #5e #dungeonsanddragons #bearscampaign #dwarf #fighter #tragic #backstory #truelove

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swewwefan · 6 years

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Looking ahead

This is a quick runthrough of how I would set up the matches and what matches I want to see at Wrestlemania. ________________________________________________________________

Title Matches:

UK Title - Pete Dunne (C) Vs Tyler Bate Doesn't need any build. These two should be able to just have a great match. Winner - Pete Dunne

Raw Womens Title - Paige (C) Vs Asuka Paige beats Alexa Bliss at the royalrumble to become the champion. Asuka wins the first ever Womens Royalrumble match. And between the rumble and Wrestlemania Askua beats Mandy Rose and Sonya Deville with the stipulation that if they lose they are banned from ringside at Wrestlemania. I still think they should keep Asukas unbeaten streak going so the match ends with Paige tapping to the Asuka Lock. Winner - Asuka

Raw Tag Team Titles - The Shield (C) Vs The Bar Vs The Revival Vs The Good Brothers The Good Brothers doesn't really fit in this match as well as the others but I like them and personally I prefer fatal fourways over tripple threats when it concerns tagteam matches. The Shield winns the titles at the Royalrumble event and in the build between the rumble and mania The Revival returns and starts wrecking everyone again. Then somehow the Good Brothers scores an upset victory against the Shield in a none title match and gets added to the mania match. The Revival hitts Shatter Machine on either Gallows or Anderson to pick up the pinfall victory. Winners - The Revival

Cruserweight Title - Enzo Amore (C) Vs Hideo Itami After Hideo debuts you have him run through the entire division except Enzo. Making Enzo the only one left and setting up the match for Mania. Hideo overcomes the interferance from the Zo-Train and hits Enzo with the GTS for the one, two, three. Winner - Hideo Itami

Intercontinental Title - Samoa Joe (C) Vs Finn Bálor Joe winns the title at the rumble. The night after Finn challange him for it but Joe turns him down and just walks out of the ring. Finn beats some dudes in a mini tournament to earn the shot at Wrestlemania. Finn enters as the demon king and has a massive entrance. They have a back and forth match that ends with Finn hitting the Coup de grâce. Winner - Finn Bálor

Universal Title - Brock Lesnar (C) Vs Roman Reigns Brock beats whom ever he's facing at the rumble and then on raw he's standing in the ring when Paul Heyman is cutting a promo on the fact that there is no one to challange Lesnar for the title at Wrestlemania. Out comes Roman and hitts Lesnar with a spear. As Brock is laying on the ground Reigns picks up the title. He looks at the title for a while before putting it on Brock and pointing at the Wrestlemania sign. Then he just leaves the ring. The week after that Heyman cuts a titantron promo saying that Brock is pissed and that he challanges Reigns to a match at Mania. They have a competetive match that ends with Roman slaying the beast and winning the Universal Championship. Winner - Roman Reigns

Smackdown Womens Title - (None) Horsewomen Vs Horsewomen During Charlottes match at the Royalrumble Shayna Baszlers music hitts and she comes walking down the ramp and stands on the ring apron. Whomever Charlotte is facing says fuck this and just leaves the ring. As Charlotte and Shayna is staring at eachother three hooded persons jumps out from the crowd and surrounds the ring. The one in the back takes of her hood and it's Ronda Rousey. The others take of theire hoods because at that point everyone already knows who it is. Just as they are about to enter the ring a remixed version of The Four Horsemens theme hitts and out comes Sasha, Bayley and Becky. The MMA Horsewomen jumps down from the apron and the WWE Horsewomen stand in the ring. Everyone is talking to eachother, throwing horsemen signs and pointing at the Wrestlemania sign. They have a competetive match but in the end the wrestlers win because that makes the most sence to me since it is a wrestling match. Winners - The Four Horsewomen of WWE

Smackdown Tag Team Titles - The Usos (C) Vs The New Day Doesn't need to much special build because every time these teams get in the ring magic just seems to come from out off no where. But the Usos retain so their fued can end and the division can open to more or possibly new teams. Winners - The Usos

U.S Title - Bobby Rood (C) Vs Baron Corbin Vs Dolph Ziggler Vs Shinsuke Nakamura Vs Rusev Vs Sami Zayn Vs Tye Dillinger Vs Neville Rood wins the title at Night of Champions. This is the official workhorse ladder match so it doesn't need any particular build except right before the match Daniel Bryan comes out and announces that one more person has been added to the match and out come a returning Neville. The match is a spot fest and everyone gets to have their high spots. Winner - Neville

WWE World Heavyweight Title - AJ Styles (C) Vs Kevin Owens Owens wins the Royalrumble match and gets to challange for the title at WrestleMania. They have a fantastic match where both guys get to show what they can do in the ring. But in the end AJ retains. Mainly because I've changed most of the titles... Winner - AJ Styles

Other Matches:

Kurt Angle Vs Jason Jordan Set this match up in backstage segments. I don't want to see them touch eachother before Mania. Somewhere in the match Jason grabs a mic and says that Kurt isn't his dad and that he was only using him, ending that stupid storyline. Kurt manages to make a comeback and Jordan tapps out to the Ankle Lock. Because sometimes legends deserv to win. Winner - Kurt Angle

HHH Vs Braun Strowman I want this to be a fairly short match. HHH attacks Braun before the bell rings, the match starts with HHH beating Braun. He hitts the Pedigree, but Braun kicks out at one. Braun gets up and just stares at HHH who can't belive what just happend. Then let the squash begin. Braun just pummles HHH and hits him with three or four runing powerslams and pins him clean in the middle of the ring. Winner - Braun Strowman

Bray Wyatt Vs Broken Matt Hardy Let this be a full gimmick match. Bring out sister Abigail. Bring out Señor Benjamin and Vanguard One. Let the characters make the match. Winner - No finnish

Ander The Giant Memorial Battleroyal: Just throw about 20 mainroster guys, 2 or 3 NXT guys and a handful of legends in the ring and it's all sorted.

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th4t-0n3-1nv151873-p3r50n · 7 years

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The Final Battle of Gears (straight from a discrod rp that i monologued)

"and in this corner, we have Gears, the undead military steampunk... And his opponent and one of his own brothers, the reaperswap Levi... Let the chaos ensue!" Baillie announced before she then opened the cages. The two eyed eachother for a while sizing eachother up from a distance. Soon enough the two clashed, locking forearms in an attempt to overpower eachother. Gears began to get the better of Levi, knocking him down and wailing on him, punching him in the skull over and over again. Levi then kicked him off and summoned his scythe, taking a swing at Gears, but missing. Gears got up, brandishing his wrench, he attempted to sideswipe him in the face, knocking his hood off to reveal his right eye was a gaping crater. Levi frowned, taking a hold of Gears's jacket and tearing it off allong with the shirt underneath to reveal the bronze speckled bones that were cracked and leaking ferrofluid everywhere. Gears hardened the fluid into spikes, which impaled Levi all over, who seemed none too impressed... Suddenly they were teleporting everywhere, only able to be tracked by the black trail of liquid falling from Gears, and the dull orange glow of Levi's magic. All that could be heard were hits landing, gurgling from Gears, and sounds similar to Link from legend of Zelda only lower pitched from Levi. This went on for minutes before Gears was finally ejected from the battle, landing on his feet and sliding back a few inches. Levi sent a barrage of bone attacks hurtling towards Gears, which he dodges clumsily before shooting ferrofluid spikes at him, a few hitting him and making him wince. Gears charged forward, bashing Levi in the ribs with his wrench, only to get his shoulder sliced by the scythe, a deep wound which almost like in the anime Bleach, spewed ferrofluid like a shaken up soda. Gears looked to the arm, which was now barely hanging on... It would become a hinderance to his fight... Only getting in the way as it was.... So he tore it the rest of the way off, casting it to the side like garbage as he began wielding his wrench one handed, still very proffiecient with it even when using his prosthetic arm. He went to lash out at Levi again, who blocked him. Gears, however, trapped him with both hands on his weapon and the weapon down at his hips. A modified double cross low.... Levi was quick to kick up, nailing his little brother right in the nosegap, before spinning around and kicking him away. Gears skidded away, clutching at his face, only to get kicked in the face again, and once more, then the ribs, the crotch, and then the backs of his knees before yet another roundhouse to the skull to send him sprawling out. "brother.... Stay down if you know what's good for you" Levi rumbled. Gears being as headstrong as ever got back up and charged at him, spikes on his knuckles and punched him across the face, sending him sprawling for once. Gears cracked his knuckles and neck before stomping on Levi brutally. He grabbed Gears's boot and twisted it at an unnatural angle, making him lose his balance and fall over. Levi then lunged at him. The two tumbled and Levi pinned Gears to the ground. "bother.... Please.... Stop..... I don't want to hurt you anymore" Levi pleaded, only to look into his empty sockets.... Gears was gone.... Locku, the don of the mafia that owned this illegal fighting ring... His magic had Gears's consiousness lying dormant. Gears suddenly bashed his skull against Levi's, shoving him away before hooking his fingers in his eye sockets and bashing the back of his skull into the ground. Levi kicked upwards, hitting him in the pelvis and sending him flying. He got to his feet again, only to see Gears charging again... He looked at Gears's HP.... At his own... Thoughts of his adopted daughter Mijara and his siblings raced through his head.... Even of Gears's original Papyrus Camo.... He thought of the old Gears... The one that was healthy and loved his family and the one that wasn't...... This.... This monster before him..... The Gears he knew would never willingly attack his family with such malice.... Gears was suffering. The Gears Levi knew would rather die than become this thing.... He hoped just to knock him out with this next attack. Levi stepped back, charging forward with a mighty battle cry. First came the scythe, which, swiped back hand to slice across his ribs and up... Levi's reaper instinct then got the better of him... In the heat of the moment.... He grabbed Gears's skull roughly with bare bones, the death touch draining his hp fast, and with one smooth motion........ Oh god... Time seemed to stand still....... Levi snapped out of it to find...... Gears's body slowly disintegrateing into dust..... And his head.... Still grasped brutally in Levi's hand... ..... Levi was in a state of shock.... He dropped Gears's skull in horror.... His little brother's body shattered and blew away in the breeze, which Levi reached out to grasp at.... Desperate to bring his brother back.... And with a heavy heart.... And eyes overflowing with tears of loss.... Baillie announced.... "And with the dusting of Gears......... Levi.... Is the winner......." Baillie flew off after the dust, attempting to gather what blew away. Levi scooped up some of the dust on the ground, clutching it in his hands as he began sobbing hysterically. Baillie returned with the escaped dust in a jar, moving to scoop up the last of it to save the last of her son....

#Monologue rp #Gears vs Levi #Zombie Gears Sans #Reaperswap Papyrus #bittybones #Bitty fighting #Brother vs brother #Straight from discord #The feels are strong with this one

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