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I just finished a big bulk of the basics of the RP-World! I'm trying not to lore-dump but if there are questions that you think need to be answered please tell me! Otherwise, I'll start 'cleaning' up the created world and start the pathway of the RP c;
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I'm currently in the process of world-building and should only take a few days. Then I will start working on a timeline of the following story and thereafter we should be able to start next week (Monday) for those who are interested!
Existing for hundreds of years Gabaras has thrived off their immaculate spice trades, silk, prided themselves in grandeur relations with foreign dignitaries, and claimed the name as a city of magic. Gabaras was boastful, filled with pride but also kind to their allies. Its king ruled with an iron fist held against those who called themselves enemies and shielded those of a lesser fate.
On the cusp of an industrial revolution, Gabaras’s greatest minds began a collaboration of magic and metal-- steam arising from houses as the city began to advance faster than any kingdom around it. But at its peak, Gabaras fell for mysterious reasons, and one day the council had announced an undocumented ancient evil that had cursed its land. This announcement caused mass hysteria followed by speculation-- but those who were skeptical suddenly disappeared.
Citizens caught wind of the mass disappearances and eventually revolted against their kingdom but the revolts ended in silence. A handful of revolutionaries were unaffected and surprised by their comrades' docile behavior and continued with their original plans and eventually uncovered a dark secret mustering behind Gabaras’s castle walls…
The royal family and the governing branches of Gabaras were seemingly under the control of an unknown entity that grasped its roots deep within the castle-- and in an attempt to thwart the entity the revolutionaries devised a plan of attack and when that attack came it failed spectacularly.
Betrayed by a group of their own comrades the revolutionaries scattered and eventually killed off by the betrayers. Barely any survivors were left and those who managed to escape Gabaras’s peril died of a mysterious infliction but their deaths were enough to gain the attention of neighboring kingdoms that soon gathered their militia alongside mercenaries and the adventuring guilds to fight against the unknown darkness culminating in Gabaras.
On the cusp of an industrial revolution, Gabaras’s greatest minds began a collaboration of magic and metal-- steam arising from houses as the city began to advance faster than any kingdom around it. But at its peak, Gabaras fell for mysterious reasons, and one day the council had announced an undocumented ancient evil that had cursed its land. This announcement caused mass hysteria followed by speculation-- but those who were skeptical suddenly disappeared.
Citizens caught wind of the mass disappearances and eventually revolted against their kingdom but the revolts ended in silence. A handful of revolutionaries were unaffected and surprised by their comrades' docile behavior and continued with their original plans and eventually uncovered a dark secret mustering behind Gabaras’s castle walls…
The royal family and the governing branches of Gabaras were seemingly under the control of an unknown entity that grasped its roots deep within the castle-- and in an attempt to thwart the entity the revolutionaries devised a plan of attack and when that attack came it failed spectacularly.
Betrayed by a group of their own comrades the revolutionaries scattered and eventually killed off by the betrayers. Barely any survivors were left and those who managed to escape Gabaras’s peril died of a mysterious infliction but their deaths were enough to gain the attention of neighboring kingdoms that soon gathered their militia alongside mercenaries and the adventuring guilds to fight against the unknown darkness culminating in Gabaras.
“Oh dutiful soldier, save my people from their peril. “
The Nearby World
Somnius, The Greyveiled Scorn
Discovered only a few millenniums ago Somnius is a collection of landmasses that have been rigorously colonized by modern kingdoms. Before its discovery, it was known to be a land of danger-- being occupied by an unknown civilization and when contact was attempted no response was given, and then shortly after an invasion occurred but no one was at the other end of that invasion.
In any case, the land underwent an intense battle for reclamation hundreds of colonies, tribes, and groups alike battled on Somnius- battling in lands of which were dotted with ruins and evidence of past life but as always man and men were blinded by the lust of war and eventually only three kingdoms stood victorious against all odds.
Gabaras under the rule of the prideful king, The Kogan’s under the rule of the wrathful king, and Amber Grove under the rule of the merciful king. As the three survivors of a long hundred-year war for territory the three kings that manned their nations collaborated and ruled under one banner over Somnius. Formally naming themselves, “The Kings of Somnius. “ and created a trio of capitals that bordered the edges of Somnius.
Entering peacetime the three lived and grew within Somnius, mapping out its land and discovered ancient knowledge from what they could only assume was from the civilization that never responded. As time went on two of the three kingdoms became docile but Gabaras grew at an alarming rate. Forming connections from outside of Somnius, developing new magics every second year, and soon technology of running gears like airships and blunderbusses made their appearance within cities walls.
As advanced as they were, Gabaras eventually fell to collapse for unknown reasons, and their fall shook modern society, and immediately the remainder of the trio called to arms to aid their fallen comrade.
MAGIC
It is unknown how the dance of magic began-- but it became a prevalent tool in almost all known societies. Magic has been a pathway to and from worlds and a way of communication between the peoples of the earth.
In simple meanings, magic is a label used to define actions charged by the collection of mana. Mana is the energy that can be shaped and conducted by the user's will. From summoning demons from the dark realm, or conjuring storms over a city, magic has no bounds except for the restriction of the humanoid body.
Those restrictions being the storage of mana. From the current world's understanding mana travels through the body but cannot be perceived normally. But with the use of “Magic Sight,” scholars are able to see the travel of mana throughout the body and is mainly directed towards the mouth, arms, chest, and legs. Mana travels through the body via blue-ish tinted veins and can only be perceived through magic sight.
These veins determine the amount of mana a person carries and if they are denser the more mana they can carry and vice versa. Mana veins also dictate where you can cast magic; with a focus towards the veins in your mouth, you are able to cast magic efficiently through incantation. A focus towards the hands or legs implies some sort of magically drawn symbol or patterned dance that enables a spell.
But usually, mages focus all points of their body so they are never too underhanded. Although, if a mage chose to focus on one point of their body their mana veins would move in favor of where they are casting and thus disable all other areas of their body and can only be moved through rigorous training or expert restoration magic.
Magic is always changing and scholars stress that those of a magic degree always be open-minded to new possibilities-- even if their odds seem unlikely.
RACES
Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs. Humans populate a majority of the planet- having the knack for adapting to any surrounding they meet. They are tenacious beings and often rule over the other three main races. Elves on the other hand tend to stick to the sidelines offering little to the world, focused on their own kind. The elves isolate themselves to the grand forests of Earth and live quiet but long lives. Their silence is often but met with annoyance but whenever they do have the chance to speak the other races listen.
Dwarves are a rowdy bunch, populating earth almost as much as humans. They are small but ambitious and are in the front of technological advances-- to compensate for their stature dwarves hone a manner of machinery or take hold of steel laced with magic. And finally, the orcs, found in Elven forests they are taller than humans and come in many different shades from blue to green, and also sport sharp ears. But unlike the elves, they are strong and forceful. Usually collaborating with their forest friends Orcs take up arms in the art of war and defend their land-- usually not belonging to any sort of government orcs instead belong to a majority of tribes and informal societies.
Aside from the four races, there are also hundreds of others that don’t make themselves known as much as the four. Either in hiding or simply in another plane of existence, these creatures are labeled Otheros-- and make a small percentage of races on Earth. And because they are undocumented by larger civilizations they are met with… uncertainty and a degree of hate from the main races except for the elves and orcs who welcome Otheros kind.
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And so a new life would begin for our delvers, every morning that would come they would be met with rigorous training given by Virgil as he trained his members accordingly. From sword and magic techniques to intense rock climbing and swimming, Virgil would cover any topic that would ensure his team's survival.
In the scope of the month, tensions began to rise between the ten lords of Zion as news had been released of King Baldwin’s apparent sickness. With no successor inline the lords were in a panic and had to quickly prepare if the King were to pass. Alongside the news of the king’s sickness a great quiet veiled the abyss, an unusual silence formed and no sighting of demons had been spotted after the announcement of the delver’s training.
With the cooperation of the delvers and the city guard patrols became tighter, the shield that protected Zion thicker than usual, as if something was to come but to general knowledge, they were at peace. As training continued, however, Virgil was noticeably more worried and though training continued as normal there were faint moments of where his mind seemed to wander elsewhere.
In the culmination of the month that passed, the members of the cross would feel stronger, faster, and healthier. Along the way they would learn a skill or two and because of their association with the king and his grandeur quest to explore the abyss they would gain coins as compensation and a little extra due to certain reasons. On free days the members of the cross would be given time to explore the city, though sadly it had felt quieter than usual.
On the fifth day before the end of the group’s training session, Virgil gathered his teammates for a final speech before a collective break towards the descent.
“This month has been rigorous for all of us, time is getting tighter with every moment that passes and with the coming of the abyss I must ask you all this… are you sure you would delve into the abyss. Would you rather stay and watch the world burn or would you fight for humanity and burn in the process? Over the last week of these endless training sessions I have faltered, forgive me as for I should be the leader guiding us into a new hope for humanity but I see myself in fear of what is to come. But alas… “
A silence would overcome, Virgil before he’d abruptly grab his robes and hastily put it over him.
“Forgive my moment of weakness, It has been a long day. For now, the week is yours, make it as you please for training has ended. You have all done a considerable amount and I am sure you will all make great warriors out there. But for now make do with the days you have and rest, for when the final day comes we may never experience peace again. On the final day, I request that all of you meet me in the morning of the final day in front of the chapel within the church grounds, a special set of guards will lead you there. You will know if it is them. “
You spend the remaining days doing whatever it is that you please, while you make your final departures the other groups continue to do their daily training. You still get the same amount of scoffs from the sparrows within the dormitories and are often unrecognizable by the citizens but nevertheless, time continues to pass.
A day before your descent you awaken just like any other normal day. In the mornings the sparrows are off doing their training and return somewhere in the afternoon. The maiden of whom tends the bar on the first floor continues to do her job of dusting the floors and serving any delver who comes by.
What shall you do on the day before your descent?
The moment was intense, Virgil’s heartbeat rising as suddenly all this pressure of keeping secrecy and this team together. When Lords and the King had told him of his assignment he was completely baffled by the simple idea. Newly recruited and already he is thrown into the lion’s den to be one of the first to enter the abyss. It was almost like he and his crew were the fresh meat ready for the taking. Nonetheless, Virgil was valiant in proving himself to be completely functional as an upcoming Captain.
As he guided the group down the stone arches to the hideaway of the castle he could already tell by the simple presence of these recruits that they were in fact newcomers to Zion. Justice, naivety, and a hint of disappointment Virgil wasn’t too sure after all if he could even lead a team of his own. After explaining the situation and asking the recruits hand and acceptance he expected outrage, following combat. But instead, he got answers of hope, accepting silence, and of course questions. Virgil didn’t know how to answer them without revealing the ulterior motive, he himself didn’t know the reason but in his blind chase for acceptance he accepted with no hesitation.
” This secrecy is decided upon by The King himself. Due to the dangerous contents of the abyss, King Baldwin and the council of lords have decided that a scouting party should be in order to ready the waves of recruits. Ultimately this is an act of spy-work. “
This is what Virgil had thought, this was the most likely answer to this whole set up but no one could know for sure what the higher-ups are thinking. With a great sigh, he looks to the set of rookies before him and takes a small moment to observe his soon to be subordinates.
Five women, four men including himself. A lady dressed in black replicating the look of plague doctors, another holding a lantern most likely a sorcerer, a warrior dressed in light armor baring what looks to be an elegant sword, another of whom seems to be small and nimble almost like a rogue, and a fairly tall lady wielding a large weapon of sorts represented by familiar colors. The men, on the hand, a priest of what he could only assume was a sorcerer, and two in heavy armor. They both looked equally jaded.
“Balanced. “ he repeated in his mind, and as the second of silence passed Virgil returned and beckoned the group to join him inside the training hall. He gestures them to come inside and opening the wooden door in front reveals a wooden boarded floor with tables, chairs, and two weapon racks against the wall of the entrance and then past the wooden floor borders the training floor of marble material. The hall itself is narrow, but long enough to host multiple one on one training sessions.
Virgil leads the group inside, stepping onto the marble flooring, lighting barely shining into the hall as candles light its sides and a single chandelier to brighten the center floor, “This is where you will be training for the next month in preparation for our descent into the abyss. Going through simple combat, strength, and endurance training we will go over all possible situations we can experience within the abyss. All we know is that the dark fog that covers its entrance can be negated by divine energy created through our spiritual energies. Specifically, throughout this training, you will all be trained to passively produce a bodily shield that will negate this fog that hopefully lets you survive. On another note when we aren’t training you will be roomed outside of the castle into a previously empty school where some of the recruits are kept. There you will all be fed, given clothes, weapons, and other necessities. Similar to a school setting you will wake in the mornings head to your training hall and the day is spent here. Otherwise, treat your new home with respect. “
Virgil walks in circles, his fingers rubbing his chin as he thinks of things he hasn’t gone over, “Ah… “ He sighs, “That is all. But. I stress we must keep our goal a secret. If you are asked you are here for a year just like any of the other recruits. Is that right? “ He looks to the group expectingly for gestures or verbal answers of approval.
“Right then... Before we leave I would like you all to wear this. “ Virgil’s hands shuffle through his white coat as he pulls out white cloth bands holding a small silver cross. “This is the symbol of our group, this is how the higher-ups will differentiate us between the ten others. Wear this whenever you are commanded to, otherwise keep on your persons. “ Virgil goes up to each of the recruits handing them the markings, “Alright. Follow me. “
Another lengthy walk, Virgil leads the group outside of the castle walls and down the right lane. Down this lane, the group notices another band of recruits with their marks tied to the left of their arm bearing the mark of the sparrow. The leader of this group is nowhere to be found but it is clear that they are going to the same place as the group. Virgil stays silent and after a few minutes of walking and evading the crowd, the group is halted in front of a quite large sandstone building holding three floors.
“This is your new home for the year. “ Virgil looks back at the group for a moment and then leads them inside through a pair of two large wooden doors. The first floor of the dormitories looked quite similar to that of a tavern, wooden floors with wooden tables and chairs, and a counter with a maid working at its side. “Very similar to your average tavern, but with no alcohol. “ Already the group could see recruits lounging about within the first floor bearing the symbol of a star, they eye the group down but Virgils leads his group upstairs.
“Surprisingly King Baldwin has put forth a large sum of gold coins into the preparation of this assembly, this building specifically of what used to be an old run-down school has been refurbished into what is sort of a barracks. “ The second floor of the dormitory was a narrow hallway of evenly spaced outdoors of what could only be individual rooms. Virgil leads the group to the end of the hallway and at its end was a glass window that looked down into an alleyway.
Virgil points to the doors to each side of the walls of which held the symbol of a silver cross. “Luckily since our assortment is quite small we have fairly two large rooms. “ From the left side of the hallway, Virgil opens the door revealing a quite spacious room with windows to its front and from the back wall where six bunk beds connected to each other with space under them for miscellaneous items and a singular assortment of chair tables. Virgil then led the group to the right side which was the same as the left. “So-- choose wisely, they’re both the same. I suggest not rooming with the women of your party as that can obviously lead to some problems and if it does we’ll simply move you. So choose wisely. Your next set of instructions won’t come until tomorrow so that'll give you time to settle down into your new home. I suggest not making friends with the other recruits as you won’t be seeing them for quite a while after this month. “
Virgil nods, looking to the outside window as it was only noon. Much time was left for his recruits to simply escape Zion but he had hope in them not to, “Alright. Stay safe, I must leave for a meeting. “ And with a bow, Virgil leaves the group to do their own and heads off.
You are left with the simple command of choosing who you’ll room with and then after is free roam until tomorrow morning.
Currently, outside Zion is bustling with citizens walking down the streets going about their daily routines. Though when night comes along no citizen is caught walking, as you look to the sky you see ripples of dimly lit white lights shielding the city of Zion across miles. You see guards of silver armor patrolling the streets and very few citizens heading home. You are told by a recruit or someone within the dormitories that is in good faith to stay out of the streets at night.
Do you choose to stay inside or explore the night of Zion?
As he guided the group down the stone arches to the hideaway of the castle he could already tell by the simple presence of these recruits that they were in fact newcomers to Zion. Justice, naivety, and a hint of disappointment Virgil wasn’t too sure after all if he could even lead a team of his own. After explaining the situation and asking the recruits hand and acceptance he expected outrage, following combat. But instead, he got answers of hope, accepting silence, and of course questions. Virgil didn’t know how to answer them without revealing the ulterior motive, he himself didn’t know the reason but in his blind chase for acceptance he accepted with no hesitation.
” This secrecy is decided upon by The King himself. Due to the dangerous contents of the abyss, King Baldwin and the council of lords have decided that a scouting party should be in order to ready the waves of recruits. Ultimately this is an act of spy-work. “
This is what Virgil had thought, this was the most likely answer to this whole set up but no one could know for sure what the higher-ups are thinking. With a great sigh, he looks to the set of rookies before him and takes a small moment to observe his soon to be subordinates.
Five women, four men including himself. A lady dressed in black replicating the look of plague doctors, another holding a lantern most likely a sorcerer, a warrior dressed in light armor baring what looks to be an elegant sword, another of whom seems to be small and nimble almost like a rogue, and a fairly tall lady wielding a large weapon of sorts represented by familiar colors. The men, on the hand, a priest of what he could only assume was a sorcerer, and two in heavy armor. They both looked equally jaded.
“Balanced. “ he repeated in his mind, and as the second of silence passed Virgil returned and beckoned the group to join him inside the training hall. He gestures them to come inside and opening the wooden door in front reveals a wooden boarded floor with tables, chairs, and two weapon racks against the wall of the entrance and then past the wooden floor borders the training floor of marble material. The hall itself is narrow, but long enough to host multiple one on one training sessions.
Virgil leads the group inside, stepping onto the marble flooring, lighting barely shining into the hall as candles light its sides and a single chandelier to brighten the center floor, “This is where you will be training for the next month in preparation for our descent into the abyss. Going through simple combat, strength, and endurance training we will go over all possible situations we can experience within the abyss. All we know is that the dark fog that covers its entrance can be negated by divine energy created through our spiritual energies. Specifically, throughout this training, you will all be trained to passively produce a bodily shield that will negate this fog that hopefully lets you survive. On another note when we aren’t training you will be roomed outside of the castle into a previously empty school where some of the recruits are kept. There you will all be fed, given clothes, weapons, and other necessities. Similar to a school setting you will wake in the mornings head to your training hall and the day is spent here. Otherwise, treat your new home with respect. “
Virgil walks in circles, his fingers rubbing his chin as he thinks of things he hasn’t gone over, “Ah… “ He sighs, “That is all. But. I stress we must keep our goal a secret. If you are asked you are here for a year just like any of the other recruits. Is that right? “ He looks to the group expectingly for gestures or verbal answers of approval.
“Right then... Before we leave I would like you all to wear this. “ Virgil’s hands shuffle through his white coat as he pulls out white cloth bands holding a small silver cross. “This is the symbol of our group, this is how the higher-ups will differentiate us between the ten others. Wear this whenever you are commanded to, otherwise keep on your persons. “ Virgil goes up to each of the recruits handing them the markings, “Alright. Follow me. “
Another lengthy walk, Virgil leads the group outside of the castle walls and down the right lane. Down this lane, the group notices another band of recruits with their marks tied to the left of their arm bearing the mark of the sparrow. The leader of this group is nowhere to be found but it is clear that they are going to the same place as the group. Virgil stays silent and after a few minutes of walking and evading the crowd, the group is halted in front of a quite large sandstone building holding three floors.
“This is your new home for the year. “ Virgil looks back at the group for a moment and then leads them inside through a pair of two large wooden doors. The first floor of the dormitories looked quite similar to that of a tavern, wooden floors with wooden tables and chairs, and a counter with a maid working at its side. “Very similar to your average tavern, but with no alcohol. “ Already the group could see recruits lounging about within the first floor bearing the symbol of a star, they eye the group down but Virgils leads his group upstairs.
“Surprisingly King Baldwin has put forth a large sum of gold coins into the preparation of this assembly, this building specifically of what used to be an old run-down school has been refurbished into what is sort of a barracks. “ The second floor of the dormitory was a narrow hallway of evenly spaced outdoors of what could only be individual rooms. Virgil leads the group to the end of the hallway and at its end was a glass window that looked down into an alleyway.
Virgil points to the doors to each side of the walls of which held the symbol of a silver cross. “Luckily since our assortment is quite small we have fairly two large rooms. “ From the left side of the hallway, Virgil opens the door revealing a quite spacious room with windows to its front and from the back wall where six bunk beds connected to each other with space under them for miscellaneous items and a singular assortment of chair tables. Virgil then led the group to the right side which was the same as the left. “So-- choose wisely, they’re both the same. I suggest not rooming with the women of your party as that can obviously lead to some problems and if it does we’ll simply move you. So choose wisely. Your next set of instructions won’t come until tomorrow so that'll give you time to settle down into your new home. I suggest not making friends with the other recruits as you won’t be seeing them for quite a while after this month. “
Virgil nods, looking to the outside window as it was only noon. Much time was left for his recruits to simply escape Zion but he had hope in them not to, “Alright. Stay safe, I must leave for a meeting. “ And with a bow, Virgil leaves the group to do their own and heads off.
You are left with the simple command of choosing who you’ll room with and then after is free roam until tomorrow morning.
Currently, outside Zion is bustling with citizens walking down the streets going about their daily routines. Though when night comes along no citizen is caught walking, as you look to the sky you see ripples of dimly lit white lights shielding the city of Zion across miles. You see guards of silver armor patrolling the streets and very few citizens heading home. You are told by a recruit or someone within the dormitories that is in good faith to stay out of the streets at night.
Do you choose to stay inside or explore the night of Zion?
Shoutout to @Hawthorne Who made cute lil' sprites for the group! ^^
The sun burns bright against you as you follow the right lane. Occasionally shades of trees and buildings cover your trek as you pass what seems like miles of ongoing street blocks but soon you find yourself in an open area. Up ahead is a great castle aiming towards the sky and to its sides are walls that seem to border the abyss behind it From your left and right are merging streets and to its middle is a circular stone plaza of where a crowd has gathered. In the outer circle you see bystanders watching the gathering and from the inner-circles are weapon-bearing adventurers being guided by soldiers to form a compact block.
You join the block of recruits and as you do a voice cuts through the noise of the crowd. A man in black robes with a symbolic cross, stitched to his front is seen in front of the block standing on a wooden stage surrounded by guards clad in iron hastily stationed on its corners.
“Welcome! “ His voice echoes through the crowd enveloping the chatter of the crowd. “You have come here one reason and one reason only… to descend. “ From the outer rim of the plaza a collective gasp from nearby citizens can be heard, “We call to you the three hundred of whom have answered the call to arms to aid in Zion’s first descent into the abyss! As King Baldwin has proclaimed he will provide a sanctuary, training, and protection to those who join the first wave! “
The announcer’s hands move to his side grabbing out a wooden scroll from the pockets of his robe. “Now then… “ He scans the crowd for a moment but then suddenly stops on you, you notice a glint of a glowing blue hue from his eyes before the announcer looks to the other side of the crowd. “I present to you, the ten esteemed sergeants of King Baldwin! “ The announcer turns, his hand out as he gestures towards the opening gates of the castle.
Anticipation can be felt within the crowd and as the gates rise it reveals an assortment of guards with a black ribbon tied to their gauntlets. With their ceremonial spears, they move forward and then split into two groups and move to the side revealing the esteemed generals…
“ Ariel! Chamuel! Gabriel! Azrael! Hamon! Michael! Uriel! Yefe! Zarak! Rachiel! “
The announcer calls out. Each sergeant wearing a unique set of armor and bears some sort of weapon that emanates spiritual energy. The sergeants stand a good length away to the front of the stage.
Questions and whispered conversations can be heard within the block of recruits before the announcer’s booming voice cuts through.
“I will call out your names! Don’t worry... I already know them. “ He chuckles, “I will call out your names and each name I answer a sergeant will raise their hand and after a name is called you will fall in line behind the sergeants! After everyone is called the sergeants will lead you to the training halls and there you will be sorted into pairs of two! “ The announcer nods and begins to call out names.
You stand there and every minute that passes the block moves and begins to get shorter and to what seems like hours of names passing by the announcer stops. Only a group of eight are left within the block, to your front are the ten sergeants, a few guards and behind them are thirty recruits behind each sergeant. Confused as to why your name hasn’t been called, the sergeants begin to make their move, the guards following in toe as they slowly enter through the castle gates.
You are left confused before the announcer smiles and sits on the edge of the stage “You… are that's left? Interesting… The eight… the eight… We now wait for one more. " The announcer turns his head and from the open gates, a man clothed in white robes walks up to the stage. “Virgil. “ The announcer says, standing as he begins to clap towards Virgil.
“Begone, Abaddon. I don’t need your humor. “ The announcer laughs slyly before making his move towards the entrance of the castle. Virgil, the man in white stands before you and the other eight that are left within the block. “Forgive my lateness… Please follow me. “ Without any other words of explanation, the man walks off in the direction towards the castle.
You follow him hesitantly to the castle gates and unlike the crowd of recruits who went up the slope towards the courtyard of the castle, Virgil leads you to the right into a small pathway with stone arches, flowers are planted the side and soon he leads you to the front of a small building hidden away from the major parts of the castle. Virgil turns to the group and begins to silently stare and after a moment he speaks,
“Forgive my awkwardness, I am Virgil Maro… The 11th Sergeant. My existence is not well known for I have just been recently inducted into the line of sergeants under King Baldwin. You may be wondering why you aren’t in a large group like the others... You are all here because you were chosen-- Abaddon, the announcer, and the sergeants already knew who their team was before the crowd was even assorted and I too knew as well. “
“The purpose of this group is very simple, to head into the abyss... Within a month. Aside from the major groups, we are the first to enter the abyss in absolute secrecy. Under the personal instruction of King Baldwin, we are to train and head into the abyss scouting its contents and make safe passage for the soldiers soon to come. I stress the secrecy of this topic and that it remains hidden for now. Its urgency is within reason as we must begin as soon as possible but if anyone of you decides not to uphold the call to arms then that is perfectly fine but you must not speak a word of what I have told you. Again forgive my urgency but you must answer now-- ... Will you join me? "
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