A group of people came together under the leadership of Prince Chrom of House Ylisse; men, women, mages, warriors… all people of shapes and sizes, all people from different corners of the world. This group of mercenaries were sometimes called Chrom’s Vigilantes, or, more often, Shepherds. They had one purpose—to protect the people that could not even swing a sword from Plegia’s ruffians and bandits. The Shepherds once proudly proclaimed that they tended the sheep and fought the wolves that wanted to harm their peaceful flock.
After a very large war had ended, the land was left in peace. However, the Shepherds continued to defend their people. They made sure that no bandit was to spill the blood of any loyal maiden, fierce warrior, or wailing babe. At this time, the Shepherds had begun to grow. Hundreds of men and women begged to be accepted into the Shepherds’ ranks, proclaiming that they would serve until their lives were ripped away from them. As more people signed up to take up arms, the Shepherds decided to make larger and more spaced out barracks. They placed a barracks where they thought was needed most, and soon there were eight or so large living quarters in the whole of Ylisse. The Shepherds’ numbers grew to about fifteen hundred heads, and soon became one of the fiercest known warriors in the whole land.
But the peace would not last for long.
A new exalt took power in Ylisse ten years after the sharp growth of the Shepherds. His name was Darrian—a strong and handsome young man that proudly bore the mark of the Hero-King. His hair was jet-black, and eyes such a blue that one could see crashing ocean waves in his gaze. Of course, many women swooned when he passed by them in town. He was fair and kind in public, proclaiming peace and tranquility when he found the chance.
They say to never judge a book by its cover.
Darrian was a dark man when he was alone. You see, his plan was going according to plan. As if Darrian wanted peace! Pah! He thought peace was for the crows. Darrian wanted power, he wanted reign over all of the lands of the world! Now that he had the support of all of Ylisse, he could make a devious plot. Forge a dark lie.
Three months later, news of a suspicious battle took place in the sea between Valm and Plegia. Valm was currently Ylisse’s ally. They promised each other protection and aid if something were to ever happen, such as a natural disaster or a war. Surprisingly, the outcome of the battle reached Ylisse in the matter of a few hours. Plegia had attacked a squad of Valmese warships out of the blue. Thankfully, the Valmese had sunk the Plegian ships and made sure to leave no surivors. Ylisse was in distress; this was a storm on the horizon.
Why would Plegia suddenly attack Valmese warships?
The question crossed everyone’s minds, but more so the Shepherds. Like the other lands, Plegia was very peaceful after the war. The king and queen were good people. They would not order such an attack, not even in a spurt of rage. The mercenaries had begun to investigate to preserve the peace. They intercepted letters, shot down messenger hawks, eavesdropped on conversations in dark corners. The Shepherds smelled something fishy, and they were doing everything they could to see exactly what was going on.
But before they could, it was too late. On a dark summer night, two Shepherds were caught eavesdropping in Ylisstol’s castle courtyard. The new exalt was outraged, not only because he could not be trusted by the Shepherds, but because he didn’t know how much information had gotten to the mercenaries. The two Shepherds were executed on the morrow, but that did not sate Darrian’s anxiety. He sent his most loyal and seasoned men and women to hunt down and assassinate the Shepards before they could do anything that might harm his rule.
The Shepherds did not even have time to prepare for what came next. The people they had served were now coming upon them with swords, lances, axes, and tomes. That very night, the first barracks fell, taking six hundred and forty six lives with it. Within the week, two other barracks fell, the death toll of Shepherds rising to eight hundred and ninety eight. It was then that the Shepherds pulled themselves out of their confused mess and began to fight back. Yet, the third barracks fell and the number of dead Shepherds rose to one thousand. Every attack on the Shepherds became more and more powerful. By the time the last barracks fell, there were only fifty or so Shepherds left. Many of the Shepherds gave up on their mission and fled to different corners of the world to start new lives with new identities, leaving the mercenaries’ numbers dwindling dangerously close to zero.
The Shepherds that remained and were still loyal to their cause fled to Plegia, making sure to remain in their scrawny group. That group soon became a family, much like when Prince Chrom first started. They remain in Plegia to this date, hiding in the forests and in small villages when they can, dodging assassins and bounty hunters, and hoping to make the world see who Darrian really is… for when he takes Plegia, who can stop him from taking the world?
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This RP has already started, but we need more RPers.
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After a very large war had ended, the land was left in peace. However, the Shepherds continued to defend their people. They made sure that no bandit was to spill the blood of any loyal maiden, fierce warrior, or wailing babe. At this time, the Shepherds had begun to grow. Hundreds of men and women begged to be accepted into the Shepherds’ ranks, proclaiming that they would serve until their lives were ripped away from them. As more people signed up to take up arms, the Shepherds decided to make larger and more spaced out barracks. They placed a barracks where they thought was needed most, and soon there were eight or so large living quarters in the whole of Ylisse. The Shepherds’ numbers grew to about fifteen hundred heads, and soon became one of the fiercest known warriors in the whole land.
But the peace would not last for long.
A new exalt took power in Ylisse ten years after the sharp growth of the Shepherds. His name was Darrian—a strong and handsome young man that proudly bore the mark of the Hero-King. His hair was jet-black, and eyes such a blue that one could see crashing ocean waves in his gaze. Of course, many women swooned when he passed by them in town. He was fair and kind in public, proclaiming peace and tranquility when he found the chance.
They say to never judge a book by its cover.
Darrian was a dark man when he was alone. You see, his plan was going according to plan. As if Darrian wanted peace! Pah! He thought peace was for the crows. Darrian wanted power, he wanted reign over all of the lands of the world! Now that he had the support of all of Ylisse, he could make a devious plot. Forge a dark lie.
Three months later, news of a suspicious battle took place in the sea between Valm and Plegia. Valm was currently Ylisse’s ally. They promised each other protection and aid if something were to ever happen, such as a natural disaster or a war. Surprisingly, the outcome of the battle reached Ylisse in the matter of a few hours. Plegia had attacked a squad of Valmese warships out of the blue. Thankfully, the Valmese had sunk the Plegian ships and made sure to leave no surivors. Ylisse was in distress; this was a storm on the horizon.
Why would Plegia suddenly attack Valmese warships?
The question crossed everyone’s minds, but more so the Shepherds. Like the other lands, Plegia was very peaceful after the war. The king and queen were good people. They would not order such an attack, not even in a spurt of rage. The mercenaries had begun to investigate to preserve the peace. They intercepted letters, shot down messenger hawks, eavesdropped on conversations in dark corners. The Shepherds smelled something fishy, and they were doing everything they could to see exactly what was going on.
But before they could, it was too late. On a dark summer night, two Shepherds were caught eavesdropping in Ylisstol’s castle courtyard. The new exalt was outraged, not only because he could not be trusted by the Shepherds, but because he didn’t know how much information had gotten to the mercenaries. The two Shepherds were executed on the morrow, but that did not sate Darrian’s anxiety. He sent his most loyal and seasoned men and women to hunt down and assassinate the Shepards before they could do anything that might harm his rule.
The Shepherds did not even have time to prepare for what came next. The people they had served were now coming upon them with swords, lances, axes, and tomes. That very night, the first barracks fell, taking six hundred and forty six lives with it. Within the week, two other barracks fell, the death toll of Shepherds rising to eight hundred and ninety eight. It was then that the Shepherds pulled themselves out of their confused mess and began to fight back. Yet, the third barracks fell and the number of dead Shepherds rose to one thousand. Every attack on the Shepherds became more and more powerful. By the time the last barracks fell, there were only fifty or so Shepherds left. Many of the Shepherds gave up on their mission and fled to different corners of the world to start new lives with new identities, leaving the mercenaries’ numbers dwindling dangerously close to zero.
The Shepherds that remained and were still loyal to their cause fled to Plegia, making sure to remain in their scrawny group. That group soon became a family, much like when Prince Chrom first started. They remain in Plegia to this date, hiding in the forests and in small villages when they can, dodging assassins and bounty hunters, and hoping to make the world see who Darrian really is… for when he takes Plegia, who can stop him from taking the world?
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This RP has already started, but we need more RPers.
This is the link for whoever is inteested.
