The Free City of Tyris, the city of the Gods Trials. Aptly named for it being the earthly home of the gods whom were cast out from their divine seats of power for their constant wars using mortals as proxies. As punishment, they were stripped of their powers and forced into mortal vessels to learn humility. Legend says that the Gods Trials, a dungeon that lies at the heart of the city, yields sacred ambrosia. Holy fruit capable of restoring the gods to their divine place. Because they cannot enter the dungeons themselves, they must put their faith into mortals to carry out this monumental task. These blessed mortals are now part of a gods family. They are able to do what their god cannot thanks to their mortality. By giving them their blessing, these mortals can venture forth into the dungeon in hopes of claiming the sacred fruit.<br/><br/>One such family, the Lesser God Ravanna, seeks more than his divine spark once more. He smells an opportunity to become the only god amongst all. And thus has been redoubling his efforts to claim the ambrosia. Using his other members of his family to enact this black magic, they summon a champion from the hellish voids of the Abyss to their world by means of unusual ritual.<br/><br/>The more things change the more they stay the same.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Deep within the mansion dedicated to the King of Rakshasa, Ravanna stood before the black circle that fumed with blue flames at the center. He stepped forward in his mortal form. He may inhabit the body of a mortal but his blood was still of divine nature and thus was powerful enough to summon his own champion amongst champions. A suitable weapon that could fulfill his desires to claim the sacred fruit for himself. With one palm outstretched, he runs an obsidian dagger over the palm to draw forth his blood in sacrifice. Black speech floods the room in chanting as several of his vassals whom were versed in sorcery continued to invoke the name of the one they summon...<br/><br/><strong>"Astarotte! Astarotte!! Astarotte!!!"</strong><br/><br/>Within this circle for the moment, the image of his divine self seemed to briefly manifest. Much like the statue in the center of the mansion that depicts a dragon slain by his sacred blade. He was clad in bronze armor with his pelt of crimson and eyes lit of pure gold. Those golden eyes were a unique tell of his even in human form and held the feral nature of the great Rakshasa within them. Pronounced canines and sharp teeth exposed themselves in a wicked smile as he could tell from the reaction of the circle itself that the summoning was working as intended.<strong>"Come to me my faithful vassal."</strong>He said with a deep crooning voice that seem to rumble from his chest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Statue of the God-King Ravanna</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/5a/c6/5a5ac6b0a995f344233900abec18e071.jpg)</div></div>