《All for Tartarus》Glossary
Advertisement
Characters:
The Blanc Brothers
Gregory and Janet Blanc - Deceased
The parents of the Blanc borthers. The pair were killed by Gutter Vipers thugs after failing to repay the exorbitant interest on a loan Gregory took out.
Luke Blanc – 28 – Shaved head, aged by responsibility
The responsible cornerstone of the Blanc family. He is father and friend to his younger brothers, and holds himself accountable for all of their mistakes.
Anthony "Iustus" Blanc – 27 – Sandy-haired, generally scruffy in appearance
Positive to a fault, Anthony defines himself by bringing a smile to the faces of others.
Anthony was given the alias Iustus, meaning justice.
Paul "Libertas" Blanc – 23 – Manicured appearance, spikey brown hair
Paul takes every opportunity to hurl good-natured insults at his brothers. He is less mature than some, and often sulky, but when the mood takes him he can be the life and soul of a room.
Paul was given the alias Libertas, meaning liberty.
Alexander "Ultor" Blanc – 21 – White hair aged by trauma, missing eye, hand and leg
Subdued, quiet and contemplative. Alex has always lived more in his books than in Tartarus.
Alex was mutilated at the time his parents were killed, leaving him with only one arm, one leg and one eye. His arm and leg he had replaced with clumsy metallic substitutes, courtesy of Dr. Medez.
Alex gave himself the alias Ultor, meaning avenger.
Simon "Polias" Alastair Blanc – 19 – Dark hair typically worn in a ponytail, tall, pale complexion
Simon is the youngest of the Blanc brothers, and the right-hand man of his older brother, Alexander. He was the only one of the Blanc brothers to immediately buy into Ultor’s dream of a better Tartarus.
Simon was given the alias Polias, meaning city protector.
Vigilantes
Arthur Edding - 42 - Overweight, short, thinning hair
Advertisement
Arthur has frequently been a victim of petty or violent crime, and has grown to hate himself for inaction. He asks Ultor to put him on the path to redemption, and allow him a chance to work towards a better future for Tartarus.
The Grey Wolf
Lucus "Lupus" Asher, a.k.a The Grey Wolf
An established syndicate crime lord who has long held dominion over large swaths of The Pits.
Marcus Asher - 16 - Black hair, meticulously groomed, concerned with fashion and self-image
Marcus Asher is the son of Lucus Asher. He believes his father's name and reputation make him untouchable, and that he can essentially do as he pleases.
Marcus meets his end at the hands of a mob, whipped into a fervour by Ultor. His demise is instrumental in changing the status of the Vigilantes.
Unaffiliated
Terrence Lorcie – 35 – Independent – Brown hair, clean-shaven, well groomed
Terrence is a business tycoon with a finger in every pie. He started out in finance, segued to property, dabbled in media, before finally deciding to try his hand at politics. His ambition is to be Tartarus’ youngest senator.
Christine Meyers – 24 – Aide to Terrence Lorcie
As Terrence’s aide, Christine has a number of duties, ranging from editing his speeches to keeping a constant supply of coffee on the go. Her work ethic is unparalleled. She quietly holds hope that working for Lorcie will springboard her own career in media.
Percival Armitan – 62 – Judge – Thinning grey hair, pinched cheeks
Judge Armitan is a seasoned man of the law, and as such has been appointed with the unenviable task of presiding over the court case of Simon Alastair Blanc.
Dr. Medez - Unknown - Prosthetics "surgeon" - Muscular body sagging with age, covered in tattoos and wiry grey hairs
Advertisement
Dr. Medez is a back-alley ex-military doctor who earns his keep doing dodgy surgery in the Pits. He fitted Alexander Blanc with his new arm and leg.
Harold Marks - 50 - Factory worker - Craggy-faced, rotting teeth, thinning hair
Harold Marks was the man indirectly responsible for the murder of Gregory and Janet Blanc. He convinced Gregory to take a loan with the Gutter Vipers in order to escape retribution for not paying his gambling debts.
Locations:
Tartarus
Tartarus is one of only a few remaining mega-metropolises. It is a concrete and metal monstrosity of winding highways and walkways that keep the lower levels of the city in near perpetual darkness. Outside of the city the landscape is picked clean by excavators, combing the planet’s surface for every last scrap of resources.
Tartarus’ original name has been lost to history, and it is known now only by the distasteful slur by which its residents refer to it.
The Summit
The literal top-end of Tartarus. The Summit describes the penthouses and spires that pierce high enough into the sky to receive genuine sunlight. It houses the upper echelons of society
The Pits
The lower recesses of Tartarus. Networks of highways and bristling columns of skyscrapers obscure the sun. The Pits’ residents scarcely see natural light, save for a few blissful minutes at noon. The people there are pariahs, ignored by all respectable society and left to the mercy of syndicates and cartels.
The Hovels
Essentially a giant squatter camp, with prefab buildings stacked one atop another, or clinging to the sides of apartment blocks like tumors.
Factions:
The Gutter Vipers - Small time loan sharks, this gang makes its money and gets its kicks through debt collection. They operate out of a casino called The Lucky Table.
Advertisement
- In Serial195 Chapters
Dungeon's Path
The only places I have posted the story and allow it to exist are on RoyalRoad, Scribblehub, and my Patreon. So the world ended. Whoopsie? We didn’t even see it coming. Quite literally as it came at us faster than the speed of light. Don’t worry though, it got better. Also, I am not joking about the world ending. Most people say that and mean humans are inconvenienced for some reason. Nope, all matter disintegrated at the atomic scale there for a few moments. Apparently the local universe wasn’t actually stable? Don’t ask me to go into too much detail. It would require both of us to have a few more college degrees than sense, and I at least lack them (both the degrees and the sense). Anyway, the energy/matter/wibbly wobbly strings were at a local minimum and not the universal minimum. Basically, what we took for sea level was actually a nice little mountain lake and when the dam busted so did, well, everything. Now here is where things go a bit off track with what normal meant before. You see magic is real, qi is real, gods are real. Not on old Earth mind you but souls pay little attention to time and space so we dreamed of it. In fact, the closer the shift in reality got to Earth, the closer our dreams got to the new reality. This is basically me tip toeing around the fact that it was a ‘System Apocalypse’. Reality became a video game, I became a dungeon, and this is my story. Doyle Huxley just wanted a normal life but as the above might clue you in on that just isn’t in the cards. He gets to experience a “Path Based System Apocalypse” and some early paths he takes, both literally and figuratively, lead to him becoming a dungeon. The aim is to release chapters once a week on Friday. Cursing will be avoided and no naughty adult action will take place in the story.
8 404 - In Serial8 Chapters
The Slumbering Earth
Portalled to another world by a being of the inbetween known as the mysterious Douglas, our lead sees himself trapped on the central island of an archipelago, alone, with only leaves and the powers infused to him by the process of transference to keep him alive. also he sloth. ....................... The classic combo of first time writer and long time lurker create a lonely fat man with literally nothing better to do. Despite the goofs please leave constructive critisism and give me money ;) ...when i eventually set up a patreon for advanced chapters that is. Slow pace by the way, i'm try to make it realistic if the mc starting out with not very much surrounded by a whole lot of nothing so there will be some kingdom building and construction later on as he gets himself established. Image (with added sloth) found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Art/comments/9yff0b/the_golem_master_digital_1450x2030px/
8 200 - In Serial6 Chapters
Weapon Attraction
What does the word 'Super power' make you think of? Do you think of the awesome powers like laser-eyes or super strength? Or do you make up your own power? Would you trade your family for a super power? When Jrake Finley first developed his powers he didn't think that his uselessness would intensify, being a nobody in everything. The worst of it all was that he had gotten kidnapped by an agency that supposedly 'helps people like you'. Being assigned to an obnoxious team of assasins they had dragged him into a mission without even any training and probably going to getting themselves killed. Little did they know there is more to their 'agency' than meets the eye. --------------------------------------------- You can also find this story on Wattpad.
8 189 - In Serial19 Chapters
Ugly
*Dropped*There comes a time when we have to step out into the world on our own. No matter how frightening or depraved your world might be you have no choice but to face it and more terrible, still, to face yourself. For Ulen Gunter Lars Yeadon this is a struggle to lift a life long curse that has made him a object of pity for those around him. As he faces this struggle he will come to realize that the most terrible curses are those we inflict on ourselves.This fiction is Mature: for adult situations, language, depictions of gore, violence and enslavement.
8 99 - In Serial16 Chapters
THE SANDLOT preferences
Some small stories about you (the reader) with the sandlot members.What I will write:PreferencesOne shots Send me any suggestions that you would like to see🤗 THE MORE COMMENTS AND VOTES THE MORE I WRITE!!! Please do not steal my work!
8 83 - In Serial8 Chapters
Kagome x Sesshomaru
8 166

