Epically Overleveled
Tales of a God-Tier 'Hero'
Chapter 1 by Loeman
The land quakes with your awesome power. Migratory animals that have gone the same true course for a thousand generations suddenly decide that they want new horizons, and veer away from you on a completely uncharted path. You have smashed, slaughtered, scorched, and maybe even convinced every obstacle in your path into submission. You've been burned, stabbed, bludgeoned, shot, smote, zapped, and possibly, occasionally, disintegrated or killed in your journeys, and come through stronger each time.
You are unstoppable.
You're a hero. But not any hero. The hero. A one man army, if that army was populated by every badass raised before you, for time immemorial.
And now it's time for a little R&R. You approach your destination in the distance.
[This is an open story. Contributions are encouraged. Have fun with it.]
Where are you headed?
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At the end of a lifetime of epic campaigning, a hero is somehow still alive. All of their collected magical items, their experience, everything is still intact... but is there anything left to conquer? Of course! It is just that whatever is left is puny compared to your awesome might. You're the kind of hero that has smashed vast armies single-handedly, brought entire civilizations to their knees, invaded the hells or heavens and quite possibly vanquished gods. But now you're on vacation or retired - your style, or at least invading some metropolis so comparatively weak that it might as well be a vacation. This is an open story, contributions are welcome and encouraged.
Updated on Jul 13, 2017
by GenericEditor168
Created on Sep 23, 2016
by Loeman
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