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Salutations and Felicitations!

As my title alludes to I'm a student. I'm currently studying for my BA in History and Ancient History. I love diving into lore be it that of the past, or whether it be the brilliant product of the human imagination.

But just as fun I find is picking lore apart and making something new with it, and that's what draws me to good role-plays. Those little references shaped into new forms are really what helps to keep me hooked, just as much as good writing.

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Welcome to the world of Aneiron, devastated long ago by unknown calamity what remains of humanity has retreated to various self sufficient cities upon the world's continent of Ajan. This land is a mountainous one with only a few rocky plateaus providing flat ground. What remains of humanity either lives in colossal hive cities under enormous domes to keep out the dust and radiation storms, or in high mountain fortresses.

In this world few people are lucky enough to have ever seen sunlight with their own eyes, and the various Technocratic Lords vie with one another for supremacy. Few ever leave their home however, and those that do rarely return. The only individuals to regularly leave the various city kingdoms are the Raven Knights.

The Raven Knights are warriors of the highest calibre, they are few in number and make use of ancient armour and weapons. Each of the City Kingdoms is home to an order of Raven Knights sworn to serve the masters of the city, they may never interfere in politics and are sworn to die for their city and their masters if needs be. These elite troops are one of the few ways in which the various city kingdoms may interact. Either peacefully or militarily. Whilst technology can transmit messages, and shuttles can transport cargo, only the Raven Knights can move swiftly and silently enough to serve the secretive aims of their liege lords.

They too are the only ones able to venture out into the storm wastes that lie between the various cities to search the ruin and rubble of the old world for supplies and secrets of the past. The job is dangerous however, for whilst man has been forced to retreat into the safety of his isolated cities, not all creatures are so weak.




I will post the rest of the background lore if people are interested, for now I'll simply include the image that inspired this story.

@Jbcool Any luck contact any of the other 40K fans?
@Lady Amalthea That second image of the castle and land is much more twisted and forlorn than what I had imagined...
Amon turned to the Knight who now strode alongside him, he was taller than Amon and his appearance was more in keeping with this land. Amon thought that he should feel at odds striding alongside this Knight, the stark contrast between them was evident from their dress alone if not their complexion. Yet Amon felt perfectly calm alongside this individual, he guessed that his long association with strangers and foreigners had allowed him to aclamate better than those who were more xenophobic.

Then the Knight then asked Amon . I am curious, Amon - tell me your tale. Where do you come from, and what do you seek? Amon thought a moment before starting. 'Me good Sir Knight, I come from a land far across the sea the besets this lands shores. The name of my homeland is Ashir, at least in my native tongue. In your words it would most closely translate to The Place of Many Sands. It is a rough place of sweeping deserts and scattered oases, but amidst the unremitting landscape there are many great cities. Their walls are a bright white untarnished by the elements, and the minarets glimmer in gold, silver and blue. I remember they where always the first things one could see of a city on the horizon. My father would always wake me from my slumber on one of the camels when he could first see the minarets.' Amon looked down for a moment, his face briefly portrayed a deep sadness, and grave melancholia.

'But enough of my home for it must be of little interest to one such as yourself. I can tell you are a man of the people, interested in the deeds and reasons of things. So I shall answer your second question. What I seek is knowledge, I am a scholar by trade so I wonder the world in the search of the esoteric and the arcane. But these ventures do not come cheaply, so to fund myself I serve various noble lords. They are always in need of a man with a sharp mind, and my knowledge of many tongues is always in high demand.'

Amon stopped for a moment wiping the sweat from his brow, this climb was exhausting, long weeks of sea travel had given him little time for exercise. He contemplated the use of his powers once more, but clamped down on the thought. No most certainly not! He thought to himself. Some Knights he recalled exterminated men such as he, they thought the powers of magic to be unclean and unholy. Amon doubted this Knight to be such a man but one could never be to careful.

'But enough of my story' said Amon starting to walk once more 'what of you? I do not even know your name, I can tell by your armour that you're from one of the ancient houses. Such armour must be a priceless family heirloom passed down over many generations. If I were to guess I would say that is from Kallen... circa the 11th Era... I'm surprised that it glints as it does, by rights it should be naught but rust by now. From what little of the heraldry I can make out that armour is from one of Paladin orders too, what do you know of them if you don't mind my asking?'

Whilst the Knight began to answer his questions the two of them arrived at the entrance of a vast castle. There the lady stepped between two guards a white phantasm slipping between the men who stood there in burnished steel and polished leather. As Amon and the Knight approached they continued their conversation. Amon leading the way so that the Knight could bring his horse through without trouble, Amon suddenly found the guards spear's blocking his path.

He looked to each and then with some half whispered words from the Lady who'd told him of King Hagard the guards raised their spears. Amon entered a small courtyard, an old lady a matron or cook by the look of her came bustling out of a door and engaged in a somewhat quiet conversation with the strange lady before addressing Amon and Ser Carver, which was what the Knight had introduced himself as.

“I am Molly, thank you for bringing our Lady Amalthea back safe this evening,” she said kindly towards them. “Who might you be?”

Amon brought his hands together in front of him and bowed his head to Molly as was traditional in his home country when welcomed inside someone else's home. 'It was our pleasure good lady. I am Amon, Scholar, Interpreter and Traveller. I have come seeking an audience with your lord to inquire about potential employment. And this' he continued presenting Ser Carver 'Is the Knight Ser Carver, he too seeks an audience with your lord.' Amon bowed and stepped to one side in order that Ser Carver might present himself also.
@golemstorm Depending on which of the above scenarios I was going to change the point in the timeline.

So if we went with the Enclave idea it would start about 15 years after the end of Fallout 2 so that would be 2255, 22 years before the start of Fallout 3.

With the Android one however we could realistically choose any time we like. Before/during/after Fallout 3/New Vegas. Depending on how long this goes on we could push into Fallout 4 territory which is meant to coincide or be shortly after the events of Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas.

As for the Chosen one etc, by all means.
Amon turned to the lady and smiled, 'Thank you my good lady, I have come from far off lands but I am glad to see that such common courtesy is global' he said by way of reply.

He then turned to the Knight looking up at him 'Perhaps you and I Sir Knight should seek an audience with this Lord together? I have found that a bladesman and a sharp mind are always fine assets to a master well worth the coin' having said this Amon realised he'd yet to ask the strangers their names.

He stepped back so that he might see both figures clearly, 'I seem to have made quite the poor first impression... here I am asking you for information and suggesting joint ventures and I've yet to introduce myself or inquire as to your names!' he took a step back and bowed. 'Allow me to introduce myself' he said drawing himself back up to his full height once more 'My name is Amon, I have come across the great sea in search of knowledge and service. If I might, may I inquire as to your names and proper titles?'

Amon looked at the strangers expectantly, they seemed to be well intentioned. The Knight certainly fit the figure in the vision, Amon didn't have to be gifted to see the sense of purpose the Knight carried himself with. However, the armour still continued to bother Amon. Such an ancient relic should be in a museum thought he. It might be the last suit of its kind, and even if it were not the exquisite craftsmanship merited pride of place in a collection.

Whilst still waiting for a reply he reappraised the Lady, her voice had been soft sounding and fitted her aesthetic, and yet... such sorrow. Amon did not know why but he felt immense pity, he reached down to his scrying glass as surreptitiously as he could. When he touched his hand against the case it was cold to the touch, like a shard of ice in his palm.

The Lady then seemed to mutter something and turned back towards the castle. If anyone else had done such a thing then Amon might have felt ever so slightly insulted, and yet he knew on some plane that this apparent absent mindedness was not the fault of the Lady, but something that afflicted her terribly so.

Noticing the Knight was still sat upon his horse Amon turned to him once more. 'Come good Sir, you can answer my questions over this last stretch of ground and on our arrival we can seek audience with this lands master' as he finished speaking Amon placed his right hand atop his sword and set about walking towards the castle.
@Ermine I see, well unique to say the very least, haha.
As Amon made his way back through the town he noticed more and more locals going around in different levels of drunken delirium. The majority of the towns folk seemed to have participated in some drinking competition much to Amon's displeasure.

Amon didn't like drunk people, they were always too stupid to be worth talking to, either too dimwitted to understand him or too far gone in a haze of intoxicating alcohol. He pressed on trying not to run into any of the revellers, as he made his way through he noticed a figure who seemed to be apart from the rest of the crowd. She certainly hadn't been drinking Amon could tell by the way she was walking for one thing, but also the way she carried herself suggested that she was typically above such behaviour.

He made a mental note, doesn't fit in that one... she seemed to be carrying some herbs and the like which wasn't to out of the ordinary. There was something though, he couldn't put his finger on anything in particular but he made note of the women anyway. He was always making little mental notes like that, though usually they didn't amount to much, but a couple of times they'd paid off in the past so he continued the habit.

Amon continued his walk towards the castle, as he drew closer to the hill he saw how exhausting the climb was going to be, and wiping his brow set about climbing the hill. He considered using his powers to aid his weary muscles but decided against it, he remembered one of his old mantras.

'People fear that which they do not understand, that which they fear is subject of inquest or wrath'

Both of those things he could ill afford at the present time, and so he set about climbing the hill. Eventually amid a fair bit of panting he reached a point in the hill where he could see two figures talking. One figure was on a horse and wore armour that glinted with light, but it struck Amon that it wasn't merely the light of the setting sun which was almost gone from the skies... no there was something else.

His left hand almost unconsciously reached down towards his scrying glass, the case warm to the touch even through the case and the leather of his glove. As he walked ever closer he became certain these were the two figures he had seen, the lady and rider. He wondered what quirk of fate had led him to them? The rider by the look of him was knight... but the armour it was ancient... an old design many centuries old in fact and yet it glinted as though it were freshly forged.

The lady too was dressed just like in his vision, he could see even as he closed the distance that she was beautiful. She seemed to have some innate elegance about her and yet she seemed solemn, withdrawn even, quite at odds with her pleasant aesthetic that seemed to radiate grace.

As he wondered closer he lowered his hood and as he drew closer still he called out to the figures. 'Good evening Sir Knight, Good Lady. Might I inquire as to who is the lord of this castle?'
@Jbcool Hmm Blood Angels Chaplain... now that's interesting... I can definitely work with that. Well hopefully we can round up a few more participants, you mentioned other 40K fan on here, any you could point in this direction?
@Jbcool Haha, I've got some general classes and the like sorted, and you'll be glad to know Chaplain is in there. First come first served so the title's all yours, which Chapter do you hail from might I ask, might be able to get some story started if your chapter hates a certain Xenos.
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