Dakota Krout

Mighty Strahlung. Brilliant Behemoths. Satisfying solutions. Victory seems within Artorian's grasp when a deep dive becomes deep fried. Armed with beam weaponry against unreasonable rats, he's making impressive progress on the Eternia Beta Run. Thanks in part to the Dwarves, and their relentless cheers to Push. The. Button There are a few final challenges that loom large on his path to triumph: The frozen continental storm, Fuyu No Arashi; the Matchless Gaston, and the final boss... Pag Artorian will overcome these obstacles with style First, he must strike a pose, transforming into a muscle-Grandpa of epic proportions-a Swole-torian, a Gains-torian, Sir Lift-orian, the Beefcake, Mr. Tough Love Second, he must don his most wicked grin, his finest armor, and play the part of the villain with gusto. Welcome to the dawn of the Glorious Overkill, and the advent of Dreadshine, The Nightmare Fuel.

Uncountable bugs. Endless, enormous power. Break out the quack tape. Round one of the Eternia Beta run ends with the Task Manager getting disabled by the Administrator. Without the Task Manager's nefarious influences, Eternia comes to life as warm hugs and sweet sunshine beat back The Pale. With these issues properly sorted, the Eternia Beta can begin, and the Heavenlies can come out to play Even if Avalon's new additions are someone else's problem, Artorian the Administrator remains locked in a seemingly never-ending battle against a bug-infested game system. Abilities always work as described. The floor is always real. That cat was always there.

Heavenlies roam. Eternia protects. Avalon thrives. Cal is sorted, Avalon stands. A winner is he Artorian wakes in youthful form version three, and happier he could not be. Exploring Avalon is a treat to the senses, with cat cafes galore, and gossip flowing evermore. Lectures on Laws and leisurely walks fill his days, with plenty abound to catch the eye. All is well on this enthusiastic stroll until a Heavenly falls from the sky, and Artorian can kiss his simple days goodbye. Escaping to Eternia by shoving a healer into a bag, Artorian has to contend with the mess he left behind. The place may be The Pale, but it's janitor time Eternium is ready for spring cleaning, but what's that strange scent in the air? It's foul, thick, and cheesy with flair. The penguins are here. All will despair. Artorian prepares his most luminous means. For some stains, more Dakka is needed for cleans.

Rocket legs and fists full of diplomacy. A world prepared for thunderous progress. Cal returns. The skies above Olympus rumble as a long pilgrimage reaches its apex. With Cal having reached his lighthouse and found his way home, the ancient dungeon wakes to a world made from the remnants of the old. Caltopia A glorious planet, complete with an uncharted sea. A grandfather welcomes Cal home at the end of a great fight, and the dawn of a new era. The time for Oaths has come. The memory cores are undone. Odin waits with demons abound, as Artorian delves up ancient heroes from the Divine Dungeon era to help him do the rounds. Artorian is ready for a knockout, and to come to Accords.

Dumpster diving for profit. Creatures most fowl. Blazes of glory. Sam King is enjoying being a Bibliomancer, especially as his powers grow and new doors begin to open for him. Between slapping down people hunting him and the Wolfmen that he works with, he's even starting to get fringe benefits that even his handler is surprised by. Not everything is sunshine and unicorns. Tasked with advancing his class as well as forming a new den for his team-his pack-the Bibliomancer starts to learn what the costs really are for blazing his own trail. Yet, with every cost comes opportunity, and if he makes the right call, his time in this world will be way more fun than he ever imagined. Sam didn't choose the path of a Wolfman Warlock out of a sense of duty, but as a way to choose his own path in Eternium. He never expected to love it.

Precious D. E. points. Staunch believers. One cantankerous beaver. Artorian has seen better days. Chased by demons, hunted by the Red Inkquisition, on the run as a fugitive... and he's spent barely any time in Eternia. Stuck as a tiny noodle dragon and formed into a crown to decorate the heads of Nobility, he is forced to rely on his friends instead of fixing the issues of the world himself. Luckily for everyone else, the plucky grandfather does not know how to quit. If all Artorian can do is wiggle, then he will wiggle fiercely By unearthing the secrets of the deity system, he'll find what it takes to make the true tools of victory. Other deities make mere weapons... Artorian makes Artifacts