The Dead God of Strength

A great shadow upon the warriors of the world has returned once more. Will he reign once more as the Dead God of Strength ... or will his rule by cut short by this new generation of warriors.

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Background

In the time before the awakening, there was a man of great martial ability. His name has been lost to time, even he no longer remember such a useless thing. What was known was his peerless strength. Eschewing burgeoning augmentation and rapidly developing weapons and armor, the being without a name trained his body and martial arts to the peak of human ability. None could stand before him as he traveled the globe, usurping one master after another. Across disciplines and continents, there was none that could stand before him in single combat.

The years passed and the being without a name's rule remained absolute. Challengers were great in number, eager to usurp a God but none were able to near defeating him. Not with martial arts or an iron body or drugs or weapons. He was simply too great, too far beyond them. Soon, the being began to fear that age would best him, long before a challenger worthy of his time approached. He had reached the summit, mastered every martial art, tempered his body to steel. Perhaps he would die there, a relic of a forgotten age.

And then shamans broke a continent. Regular people became blessed with incredible abilities. War. Natural disaster. Goblinization.

The existence of the metaplanes. Worlds beyond our own to challenge.

名無し

Nameless he had been. Purposeless he had been. He thought he reached the summit and the very skies themselves split and gifted him a new world to conquer. New strength to steal. Contracts were forged, bested beasts and warriors locked in great vaults so that the being could sup himself upon their power and make it his.

But it was not enough. Even among awakened creatures and new warriors, no challenge was found. It had become boring once more.

And so, the being clawed his way into the metaplanes themselves, challenging the very concepts of strength, wagering his strength against theirs. Preying upon their arrogance, he ripped free their core conceits and wore them proudly. Their strength would become his, one after another. 名無し became warped by the mana he had stolen, limbs growing long, skin becoming like cracked stone. He had ascended past his humanity in his climb of the infinite summit.

Years passed. The earth forgot the being without a name, coddled as they were in a web of information that left them ignorant in its passing. Not once but twice. Those that did recall the ways of old remembered him as a myth and not flesh.

New warriors arose, armed with new weapons the old world could hardly comprehend.

In Egypt, a rift tears across countless worlds, mixing their lifeblood and allowing the denizens of each to cross over. Among them, something too terrible to be named.

He had returned to claim his due.

Factions

名無し

Powerful enough to rival many factions on the merits of his own strength, 名無し ("Nanashi") could very well be the strongest warrior on the face of the planet. In his current form, there is little a shadowrunner could do to defeat. However, he has a dark secret to his strength that could very well lead to his undoing.

Goals

Exist as the strongest entity alive.

Sample the Earth's warriors.

Do not grow bored.

The Fallen Kings

Once great spirits of the metaplanes that were defeated by the hand of the nameless being, their strength stolen from them.

Important Members

Gilgamesh and Enkidu

The Great Beast of Tandora

The Warlord Shantor

Fárbauti

Cú Chulainn

High Priest of the Tower

The Mind, The Body and The Soul

Goals

Restore their strength.

The Rest

Weaklings and chattel to the being returned that, for one reason or another, have become entangled in this story. Their goals are posted individually next to them.

Important Members

Caller - A spike baby elf and former martial arts journalist that covered the nameless man's rise to strength. In the 6th world, he has became a mage and a con artist of sorts. Foretold the return of the