For 700 Years, the Pergrande Kingdom stood resolute with its impregnable, beatitude stronghold amidst the demonic fog that plagues the living.
An erected holy fortress for the anguished to take refuge, being the mainland ishgar, Pergrande is an archipelago, surrounded by sinister waters. Every sevens of the month, in the counting calendariumized sequence of 7, 17 & 27; battles are fought for the Kingdom's purity & the souls of its people to a standstill. The adversaries of Pergrande are Devils from the neighboring Kingdom of Sin & its primary dark guild, Tartaros, torment & corrupt the holy lands.
In response to the the cataclysmic event, the Lady of The Lake shall penetratively thrust Excalibur into the capital's lacrimized stoneyard, for every succeeding King that pulls the holy sword from the stone, leads the kingdom under the banquet of Pendragon. In each passing generation, the Pendragon is customarily aided by a Mage from the Order of Merlin, serving the King as its Court Mage, the King is also expected to muster the peerless military might of the Roundtable Magic Knights. Seven Peerless Warriors serving Pendragon with their lives on the line and the fate of Elentir at their destiny shaping hands will do either make or break Pergrande's eternal kingdom like a grain of sand & heaven in a wild flower. To hold infinity in the palm and eternity in an hour, the guild with an unquestionable honor has risen from the slumbering hearth as Pendragon's honorary subjects, the guild, Fenix Tear.
Neither a Dark Guild nor Light Guild but an Independent Guild, the guildies of Fenix Tear share the burden of Pergrande.
Can they continually rise from the ashes or are they already continual because they're ashes already? The battle rages on.
An erected holy fortress for the anguished to take refuge, being the mainland ishgar, Pergrande is an archipelago, surrounded by sinister waters. Every sevens of the month, in the counting calendariumized sequence of 7, 17 & 27; battles are fought for the Kingdom's purity & the souls of its people to a standstill. The adversaries of Pergrande are Devils from the neighboring Kingdom of Sin & its primary dark guild, Tartaros, torment & corrupt the holy lands.
In response to the the cataclysmic event, the Lady of The Lake shall penetratively thrust Excalibur into the capital's lacrimized stoneyard, for every succeeding King that pulls the holy sword from the stone, leads the kingdom under the banquet of Pendragon. In each passing generation, the Pendragon is customarily aided by a Mage from the Order of Merlin, serving the King as its Court Mage, the King is also expected to muster the peerless military might of the Roundtable Magic Knights. Seven Peerless Warriors serving Pendragon with their lives on the line and the fate of Elentir at their destiny shaping hands will do either make or break Pergrande's eternal kingdom like a grain of sand & heaven in a wild flower. To hold infinity in the palm and eternity in an hour, the guild with an unquestionable honor has risen from the slumbering hearth as Pendragon's honorary subjects, the guild, Fenix Tear.
Neither a Dark Guild nor Light Guild but an Independent Guild, the guildies of Fenix Tear share the burden of Pergrande.
Can they continually rise from the ashes or are they already continual because they're ashes already? The battle rages on.