Lord Zee

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

I will post tomorrow. Does anybody care for a time skip?

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@AdvancedJ3lly Thanks for letting me know. Best of luck.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@Ghost Shadow

That's quite alright.

How's it coming fellows?

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Are you still with us?

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The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Hate

One of the more intricate processes of shaping a Templar, is the mental aspect of training. They are broken down and built up to be obedient, loyal, and unwavering in the face of danger. They have to be able to reign in their emotions, if they aren't swept away by the vigorous training they undergo. Valson was taught this, all of the Templar's were taught this but it was never greatly enforced. Some of the older instructors even said to use emotions in response to physical combat, and mental stimulus. Anger was a powerful tool in the face of adversity, but one had to balance that with the proper training and levelheadedness.

Val stopped in his tracks at the voice of the Orc, swiftly followed by the man who had addressed the Emperor just a short time ago. So quick to voice concerns, so quick to make idiotic remarks. It was enough to make him angry. Of course, he hadn't expected much from the orcish woman, they tended to be hotheaded even more so then males.

Val turned slowly to look at the both of them.

He began to talk, his tone full of sarcastic venom, "Puppet you say? I'm sorry orc, I didn't realize that my status of being a faceless puppet would already be causing problems." He paused with a chuckle, "How about you save your sentiment for someone who actually gives a shit? If you couldn't tell, we're at war and we have much bigger problems to deal with then some orc with an ego. But by all means, if you wish to lead us go ahead," Val then gestured towards the door, "Surely you would be better suited at it over I. I'm sure you know exactly the path we must take to avoid the Scorned and the bulk of their forces. And not to mention the road to the mountain itself. Or would your leadership get us killed? We wouldn't want to end up like poor Garthan after all."

Templar's are versed in an assortment of tactics to get inside an enemies head. They play dirty, any information that could weaken an opponents resolve, or push them over the edge, is welcome. It can go both ways however, the opponent might be so angry they make mistakes, or their rage sends them into a frenzy. Val was hoping for the latter, it was always more exciting to fight with the odds against you.

Next Val removed his helmet, showing the full extent of his face. His grey eyes were sharp, and his hair was well kept. The most notable feature was the many faded scars that ran amok throughout his face. The largest of which, were three slashes on his right cheek that ran through his beard. The scorned were merciless opponents, he had learned that the hard way.

"Satisfied?" He asked Kean before placing the helmet back on. Val then started walking towards the door once more.

@jdh97@Sofaking Fancy

The Void Lurkers

Otto Blon

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Physical Description: Otto stands six feet, five inches and as a medium athletic build. Years of working in a bakery have given him strength and a rigid endurance. He looks barely like his father, rather more like his mother. With brown eyes, and hair and a smooth complexion. His other brothers more resemble his father, with blue eyes and muddy blonde hair.

Personality: Otto is a calm, collected individual on the outside, but inside he has many cracks. He was raised to have a deep mistrust of outsiders, if you weren't from Espara then you didn't belong. Nationalism runs deep in his veins, he loves his country and what it is. He is dutifully loyal to those who are superior to him and gain his respect. He is slow to trust however, and would much rather keep to himself then socialize.

Background: Born to a baker, Otto grew up in Espara learning the fine details of bread making. He was the first born to his parents, so naturally he would inherit the business. While his siblings helped out, none of them were criticized as much as Otto. His father was a perfectionist, and his work highlighted that. The bread that they made had to be perfect, or it would not be sold in the shop but given to the pigs out back. Otto's father sought the same attitude from him, and try as he might, Otto's skills would never match that of his father.

Now, by no means was Otto a failure at making bread, but as the years went by he could not see himself continuing in his father's footsteps. However, there was nothing to be done about it. By twenty-four, his father was older now and even stricter in his criticism at Otto. One day, after a particular heated discussion about the correct temperature for rising dough, all hell broke loose when his affinity link manifested. Needless to say, a letter arrived not long after requiring his service in the military and Otto did not wait around. He immediately signed up, (he would have done so even without being compelled), much to the ire of his family. His father proclaimed that he was no son of his, and Otto left the bakery behind, never looking back.

Affinity Link: Otto can manipulate metal. This manipulation allows him to push/pull metallic objects that are able to be moved and for various other uses. However, he cannot lift objects that are larger then himself with much success, and puts a great strain on himself. The day he found out he had an affinity link was the day he used it to trash the bakery his family owned. Metal bowls, silverware and anything that wasn't away in cupboards exploded in a fit of rage scattering everywhere and braking a great many things.

Other: Nothing of note.

The Void Lurkers

@Hydrophobe Yeah, I was envisioning Magento like. Not as powerful as him though.

The Void Lurkers

Otto Blon

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Physical Description: Otto stands six feet, five inches and as a medium athletic build. Years of working in a bakery have given him strength and a rigid endurance. He looks barely like his father, rather more like his mother. With brown eyes, and hair and a smooth complexion. His other brothers more resemble his father, with blue eyes and muddy blonde hair.

Personality: Otto is a calm, collected individual on the outside, but inside he has many cracks. He was raised to have a deep mistrust of outsiders, if you weren't from Espara then you didn't belong. Nationalism runs deep in his veins, he loves his country and what it is. He is dutifully loyal to those who are superior to him and gain his respect. He is slow to trust however, and would much rather keep to himself then socialize.

Background: Born to a baker, Otto grew up in Espara learning the fine details of bread making. He was the first born to his parents, so naturally he would inherit the business. While his siblings helped out, none of them were criticized as much as Otto. His father was a perfectionist, and his work highlighted that. The bread that they made had to be perfect, or it would not be sold in the shop but given to the pigs out back. Otto's father sought the same attitude from him, and try as he might, Otto's skills would never match that of his father.

Now, by no means was Otto a failure at making bread, but as the years went by he could not see himself continuing in his father's footsteps. However, there was nothing to be done about it. By twenty-four, his father was older now and even stricter in his criticism at Otto. One day, after a particular heated discussion about the correct temperature for rising dough, all hell broke loose when his affinity link manifested. Needless to say, a letter arrived not long after requiring his service in the military and Otto did not wait around. He immediately signed up, (he would have done so even without being compelled), much to the ire of his family. His father proclaimed that he was no son of his, and Otto left the bakery behind, never looking back.

Affinity Link: Otto can manipulate metal. This manipulation allows him to push/pull metallic objects that are able to be moved and for various other uses. However, he cannot lift objects that are larger then himself with much success, and puts a great strain on himself. The day he found out he had an affinity link was the day he used it to trash the bakery his family owned. Metal bowls, silverware and anything that wasn't away in cupboards exploded in a fit of rage scattering everywhere and braking a great many things.

Other: Nothing of note.

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Questionnaire:
Do you want to start in training, or post-training?
I'd rather start in post-training.
Do you want several, smaller squads, or 1-2 larger squads?
I am in agreement with the others, small squads would work better.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Okay so chronologically my post is after everyone has picked an artifact. So for those who have not gone yet, you can still do so.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Journey

"Good." The Emperor stated to Kean, "I have faith in your words my man." He then paused to look at the cat, "An odd choice, but I think it will suit you."

The Emperor looked about as his assembled adventurers began to pick his heirlooms. He felt loss for a moment, but it quickly faded away. What good were heirlooms if they weren't used in time of crisis. He was sure Dramoria would agree. His eyes finally landed on Sue, who had just broken a vase or container of some sort. The one which housed her weapon, an odd thing really. But her words made him respond.

"Susan, there is no need to buy things. I have everything and more that you will require in the North courtyard. The horses are prepared, and items in bags. Food and water are also included. I know that your journey before the arriving in enemy territory, will take you through a couple of settlements, where you can also buy anything needed." He said.

The Emperor then clapped his hands together, quieting the room.

"I'm afraid there will be no celebratory feast here this night, no ceremonies for you all. No matter how much I would have liked to give one, there is little time. Your journey must begin at once, before we are overrun." The Emperor paused once more and looked at them, "I thank you all on behalf of the Empire. I wish you the best of luck, and upon your return we shall throw a feast to revival Dramoria's coronation. Goodbye, and may we see one another again."

The Emperor then looked at Val, nodded and began to walk away. He was tired, but there was work still to do, planning for the defense of an Empire was no easy task.

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So caught up in the beauty of Sanctity, Val paid no attention to Kean or his remarks. Slowly he lowered the blade and watched others pick and choose their weapons and boons. An attendant came and took his own sword, allowing Val to place sanctity in a sheath around his waist. The soothing warmth of the blade vanished from, and he shivered slightly before pressing himself to attention when the beggar man walked towards the Emperor. Then the man knelt and Val relaxed. Kean's thanks was needed, he had been given a great gift. One seldom such as he would ever have even dreamed of seeing the throne room, yet here he was.

Soon his thoughts drifted to other things and he saw watched the others for any shifty moves but like before, he found nothing. Then the Emperor addressed them all, his farewell was a somber tone. When bowed slightly as the Emperor began to walk away, his shoulders heavy and his movement slow. Val swore he would do his Emperor right, he would see this through. Not for himself, but for the Empire itself. He prayed to Solus to watch over the Emperor and his family, then he straightened himself out.

He surveyed the group, then in a commanding tone he stated, "No time to waste, follow me. We need to be in the town of Havel by tomorrow night."

Val then began to walk in the opposite direction of the Emperor, towards a door that would take them to the North Courtyard. Where his destiny awaited.

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The Void Lurkers

Interested.