Rave of the Realmwalker

On the 22nd of Garus, 100,327, the Kingdom of Asiendal became the stage for one of the most extraordinary gatherings in recorded history. The day began with the toll of the Silver Bells of Shaernaen, a sound reserved only for the most sacred events — coronations, divine revelations, and on this day, the celebration of a single soul. Across dimensions, beyond the barriers of time and space, champions, tricksters, warriors, and friends stepped through the veils between worlds. All came for one purpose: to honor Ivan "Ivo," Realmwalker of a Thousand Roads.   The city itself was transformed. Floating lanterns shaped like stars drifted high above the streets, trailing mana streams that glittered like comet tails. Musicians from every corner of Asiendal played upon towering platforms, their notes resonating with Crai’Gai energy so that the music pulsed through the stone streets and every heart. Children danced through the glowing ribbons of light while merchants offered candied fruit, roasted meats, and steaming bowls of spiced broth to visitors.  

Arrival of the Heroes

  The first to step through the interdimensional gates was Gintoki Sakata, scratching his head and yawning.   Gintoki: "Oi, oi, who said I had to get up this early? At least tell me there’s parfait here."   Eremon: (grinning) "Yoo bro, we have parfait, sake, and an entire feast in your honor. We got you, don't you worry about it."   Gintoki: "Oh, well in that case… (he straightens his kimono dramatically) ...I suppose I can grace you peasants with my presence."   The crowd laughed. Gintoki smirked, already reaching for a skewer of dango.   Soon after came Omori, stepping quietly from the White Space’s reflection. He said nothing, but simply walked over to Ivo and offered a small, calm smile. The boy’s silent presence radiated warmth — a reminder of inner stillness.   Ivo: (softly) "Thanks… I needed that."   Omori: (nodding once, then glancing to the sky)   Next came Kyoraku Shunsui, tipping his straw hat and giving a lazy wave.   Kyoraku: "Ah, what a lovely party. I suppose a drink is in order, hm? Nothing like a celebration to get the mood going."   Qrow Branwen: (clinking his flask against Kyoraku’s sake bottle) "Now you are speaking my language."   Kyoraku: (laughs) "Cheers, friend."   From the gates of light burst Ruby Rose, her scythe spinning as she landed with a flourish.   Ruby: "I heard there’s cake! And also, happy birthday Ivoo!"   Evelyn Mordos (amused) "You must be Ruby Rose. Welcome to Asiendal."   Ruby: (excitedly) "Wait—you’re Evelyn?! Oh my gosh, I have so many questions about your spear technique!"   Even Thorfinn appeared, quiet but present, standing like a statue at first until Gintoki casually draped an arm over his shoulders.   Gintoki: "Relax, Viking. It’s a party, not a duel."   Thorfinn: (surprised but warm) "...I know. I am no longer after duels, here of all places. (after a pause, he smiles) Thank you."   Frieren stood apart, gazing at the glowing sky.   Frieren: (to Ivo) "You have good friends. Not many get to see a night like this. Cherish it."   Ivo: "I will. Thank you, Frieren."   The ground shook as Eris Greyrat stormed in, fists raised.   Eris: "Where’s the birthday boy? I was promised a spar!"   Sevynn: (laughing) "Later, Aunt Eris. First, the speech."   Even Orsted arrived, standing silently at the edge of the crowd. His mere presence was enough to make a few onlookers shuffle nervously, but when Ivo approached, Orsted placed a hand over his chest and gave the smallest nod of respect.   Orsted: "You are stronger than you think. Do not forget it."  

The Asiendal Royal Family

  At the center of the great square stood King Eremon Mordos, towering and radiant. Around him gathered the royal wives — Yukino, Sia, Rikki, Avienna, Akira, Kaiya, and Evelyn — and many of his children. The King raised a hand, and silence fell over the revelers.   Eremon: "Tonight, we do not celebrate a king or a war won. We celebrate a man whose heart beats with the rhythm of countless worlds. Ivo, you have walked through doubt, through storms, through darkness, and yet you still walk. This Festival is for you."   The crowd erupted into cheers.  

Nyxia Amicitias & The Children

  Then stepped forth Nyxia Amicitias, dressed in her ceremonial armor polished to a mirror sheen. By her side stood Kirri, Sevynn, and Ari.   Kirri: (beaming) "Papa! Look how many people came just for you! You always think you’re not doing enough, but *look!* You’ve built a whole world. You’ve given so many people a reason to smile."     Sevynn: (placing a firm hand on Ivo’s shoulder) "You’ve been through more battles than most could survive. And yet you’re still here. Still fighting. Papa, you’re the strongest person I know."     Ari: (smiling gently) "Even when you stumble, even when you’re tired — we’re here for you Papa. You don’t have to do it alone. You’re worth everything to us."     Nyxia knelt in front of Ivo, her smile glowing visibly.   Nyxia: "Ivo, my love — let this night remind you that you are not just enough, you are *abundant.* You are loved. You are needed. And we will stand by you for all the battles to come."    

The Festival of Echoing Lights

  The music rose to a crescendo as thousands of lanterns burst into radiant trails of color. Sia’s Iron Cat suit projected illusions of shimmering auroras across the square. Gintoki, grumbling, was dragged into a dance circle by Ruby and Ari. Qrow and Kyoraku exchanged jokes over sake, Frieren softly sang an ancient elven hymn that stilled the air, and Thorfinn was enjoying himself while talking to Markus.   Gintoki: (sighing) "Fine, fine, I’ll dance — but someone better save me a parfait."   Ruby: "Deal!"   Eris: (sparring with Evelyn) "Damn, you are fast and strong!"   Evelyn: The Strongest Tsundere of Today vs The Strongest Tsundere of History.   Nyxia, a bit tipsy: (cheering) "Go Eris! Take him down!"   Laughter filled the air, and for that single night, every worry, every fear, every shadow was chased away by the light.  

The Gift

  As midnight struck, Eremon stepped forward with a polished black case. Inside was Rantis: Ivan Edition, a special edition for year 2025 on Earth .   Eremon: (smiling) "Ivo, my friend — you have crossed into many worlds, but this one will always be your home. Take this, and remember: all worlds are brighter because you are in them."   The entire square cheered as Ivo was crowned with a ceremonial garland of starlight. The festival roared on until dawn.  

Epilogue

  When the sun rose, the heroes departed one by one, leaving behind motes of light that swirled in the morning breeze. The memories, however, would never fade. This was not just a birthday — it was a legend.   And thus was born the tale of Ivo the Realmwalker, Beloved of Asiendal, Hero of the Rave of Realms.