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The World of Aerion

@InuyashaI don’t want to reveal too much right now, but I will say that the knights and the mercs will be having a lot of... interactions with each other throughout the RP!

The World of Aerion [Fantasy + Medieval + Sides]

Bump for more mercenaries, check out the OOC: roleplayerguild.com/topics/177836-the…

Veritas Lux Mea- Firefly inspired rp (FULL)

I'm interested!

The World of Aerion

@One Who TamesYes, that's totally fine! I was going to suggest something of the sort anyway.

The World of Aerion

Sir Roland Grey - Top of Ekilore

Many tales have been told about the monks over many years, often evolving from place to place, and changing from era to era. They have existed for as long as the tower has, but even then no precise date of their commencement is known. Some say that the monks were sent by the Council of Nine to watch over the world of Ekilore. Others of the north claim that they are the gods of Ragnell incarnate. There is also debate about the longevity of the monks. Some believe that there were only ever these monks, and that they are more than human, but less than gods, gifted with long-lasting life. Various other stories hint that the monks are in fact human, and that when a monk dies, they are secretly replaced by some furtive means. There are countless other tales told and retold about the monks, but few facts. However, in his studies, Roland has ascertained a few: to be summoned by the monks is considered an immense honor; many find the monks highly respectable, though there are those few who believe them meddlesome; the monks on the very infrequent occasions in history have provided prophecies to those who would hear them, and they have consistently been accurate.

Roland listened silently, trying to focus on the monk’s message even if his eyes kept a good bulk of his attention as well. There was something ominous about them, as if they stared right into Roland’s very soul. Perhaps it was the gods’ way of testing him, and from the sound of it, this would indeed be his ultimate test. And the rewards promised, one in particular caught his fancy. The idea of immortality. The way they said it, it seemed as if they were appealing directly to his own soul's nature. Roland knew he would never get the fable of immortality, as these monks may or may not have. Yet immortality has many forms, and the way that one is remembered is part of it. He was intrigued, but Roland’s better judgment still found too many unknowns about this quest. Even if something about this situation called him towards it, he still felt obligated to know more. The whole idea seemed a bit far-fetched, after all. While the odd-looking knight and another agreed initially, another, darker fellow appeared more cautious.

The unhooded monk's red eyes peered at Catskull and studied him closely. They lingered on him for the briefest of moments, before the monk gave the man a smile. "I unfortunately do not have this information in full, Lord Catskull Maclung. The text speak of something which tried to stop them; an opponent, or enemy, one whose visions for the world were misaligned. And perhaps this led to them being unable to use the stone, or to have it destroyed before its use."

The monk continued, freeing his gaze from Catskull and turning his attention to the entire group. "The Orb of Ardor is an artifact from an age in which magic was potent and continuously studied, a far cry from today's Aerion in which magic is an art that people fear and prosecute. From what research we could complete, the Orb of Ardor contains extraordinary power and knowledge within it. In the proper hands, it could cure disease, end famines, and influence nations. In the improper hands, it could cheat death, kill millions, and bring about those same things we seek to cure."

"I will not pretend to know everything however. We are the voices of the prophecies, not necessarily the interpreters of them. Our duty is to utter that which we see and hear, not decipher what is being said. The only knowledge given to us by this prophecy is that with it held the power to save this world. Yes, the idea of such an object existing is dubious. Yet throughout the millenniums of our existence, these prophecies have proven to be accurate. We present the opportunity to partake on a quest that could end in creating something that seems so unbelievable, yet now appears to be possible. Is it not worth taking the risk of uncertainty for a purpose far beyond any one individual or country?"

Roland crossed his arms and stared at the monks with a certain sense of superiority, before casting his gaze at the red-eyed monk. Even with his oddly colored eyes, Roland made every effort to put off a strong front, neither flinching nor showing signs of discomfort, though secretly, he had to admit he was quite uneasy.

Yet what the monks said next made Roland think. The goal of creating something that this world desperately needed was enticing. But it was as the monks said: Was it worth the quest? Roland thought it over. His loyalty lied with Hector and Reigncliff foremost. He would want nothing more than to see his lord sit upon the thrown of Ethora, which is his rightful position. Roland would do anything to bring him there. If what the monks said was true, this orb could help bring him there. Through Roland’s fame and reputation upon its completion, he could be boosted into a more respectable position, which would no doubt help in Hector’s claim to the throne. But besides all of that, Roland truly recognized that there was something wrong with Aerion. Maybe it was always like this. Maybe it only recently became thus. Either way, it was in need of fixing, and Roland could think of no one more capable of doing so than himself. He pulled out his sword from its sheath.

“This quest is indeed befitting of one such as me. I vow to gather these shards and place them back together. I will not falter, and every foe that will stand in my way, no matter where he may hail from, shall be felled in pursuit of this cause. Let it be known that upon this day, Roland of House Grey, champion of Reigncliff, will see this mission done.”

Fire Emblem: The Eternal Struggle

Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia

One of the tavern patrons drove his hatchet in Gregory's direction, forcing the knight to strike at the citizen's arm and disarming him. The patron yelled and dropped to his knees as Gregory's lance pierced his hand, though not deep enough to cause and permanent damage. Prince Erik meanwhile took this opportunity to dash for the exit, along with the wolf Laguz and Zachary. Gregory meanwhile noticed the raven Laguz diving in, and extended his arm to allow the winged Laguz to grasp him and carry him out through the roof.

"Thanks, my friend!" The knight said cheerfully and they made it through the roof and out into the open city. Gregory noticed Erik and the others outside, surrounded by what appeared to be soldiers of the king. Feeling the need to assist his prince, Gregory let go of the raven Laguz and touched down beside Prince Erik with a large thud.

Erik looked to his right at his fellow knight, and then toward the wolf laguz and Zachary. They were surrounded by approximately ten soldiers, all with lances. "Sirs, we are going to have to ask that you, and the others causing disturbance inside, be taken before his Highness King Jacob III immediately. Please do not resist." The head lance-wielder spoke, an older man with a larger brown mustache under a silver helmet, with several additions to his armor, including larger shoulder plates and a fiercer, twelve foot long lance.

"We didn't do anything wrong," Erik snapped back as he gritted his teeth.

"We were told you conspired with subhumans, and you attacked other humans. This is a direct violation of the King's new subhuman laws," The head lanceman stated. "Were it not for your status as a prince, you would have been sent to the prisons. Or executed. Please follow us willingly, or we will take you in by force."

The World of Aerion

@SedjwickOkay, thanks for letting us know! We’ll try not to get too far ahead without you.

@Leo KhanGotcha, thanks for the heads up, I’ll make a small change.

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@One Who TamesYeah I like our squad. We can definitely do some damage! I’ve got some fun stuff planned for them coming very soon.

And I just posted for the knights. Here we go!

The World of Aerion

Sir Roland Grey - Ekilore

It didn’t take long for the rest of the gathered to arrive. Roland didn’t do much to acknowledge them, even cocking an eyebrow but remained silent as the tattooed shorter man addresses him. He did acknowledge Sir Duncan when he arrived. The man was a radicalized holy warrior in Roland’s eyes but he knew his skill was legendary.

“Sir Duncan,” The knight gave Duncan a curt nod. “Yes, I’m sure you have.” Roland replied in a mildly boasting manner.

"Ah, it is time my lords. Come right this way. Do watch your step. All these stairs can be such a chore," the Eunuch said with a sheepish smile. Roland did not see or hear a signal. Odd. Perhaps it was magic of some sort. Despite it's growing rarity, it would not be unheard of. The monks have had access to old magics for generations.

Roland entered through the door and climbed a brief staircase and entered the observatory. The group stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the monks. They sat in what appeared to be small thrones on a stone platform that circled the outer edge of the room. There were seven in number, each of them cloaked in a grey-white robes with a hood hiding their faces. All except one who was not presently in his seat, instead gazing out the glass walls watching Aerion through the thin clouds.

As the group placed themselves in the middle of the room, the standing monk turned to face them, stepping down from his platform to meet them face to face. He stood taller with excellent posture than Roland and seemed to have a solid build. It was impressive considering the supposed age of the man, given that his hair had little color other than its full silver grey. His face was fairly youthful too with no disfiguring marks or facial hair. It was a bit disorienting really. Was this man old or young? The most unusual trait was his eyes however. They were a deep red and drew Roland in, as if they were attempting to hypnotize him.

The red eyed monk spoke with a strong voice: "Thank you for coming, brave Knights of Aerion. You stand in the room of the monks of this grand tower on a day that could decide the fate of this very world." The monk looked at the "knights" with a discerning eye, analyzing them one by one. He then smiled, as if he was pleased with the collection of men and women he had gathered. "We monks are gifted with many abilities that have been developed over the course of many long years. These abilities allow us to see things that others can not. In these visions, my fellow monks and I have seen something that brings great hope for this world. Through deeper mediations and some readings of ancient texts, I believe that we have found the possibility of everlasting peace" the monk said with a deep pause.

"It is no secret that Aerion has encountered many difficulties its rather grand history. With such things as pestilence, war, and famine all leading to many untimely deaths. It is all such a grim tale that I dare not elaborate any further. But..." the monk continued waving to the eunuch that escorted them earlier. "This artifact, known as the Orb of Ardor in your common tongue was a recurring motif in our visions," the monk said showing them a rough sketch of the orb from one of the books that clearly based on the condition was one of the most ancient of the many books in the Grand Library. "If the myths surrounding this orb hold true, this may be able to fix all that and end the chaos that is sweeping the land."

"And what do you want us to do?" Roland asked curiously.

"A fair question to ask," the monk replied. "This Orb was believed to be shattered long ago with its pieces becoming the desire of many because of its so called 'value' as a treasure with no owner being astute enough to realize its true purpose. This, in turn, caused the shards to be scattered across all of Aerion. For this prophecy to hold true, we must gather all these pieces to put the Orb of Ardor back together to unlock its power. Undoubtedly, you chosen few will become heroes.”

"The quest will bestow its own rewards. Mountains of riches you shall receive," one of the monks said suddenly.

"The conclusion of this quest will fulfill all your ambitions, and thus you can finally revel in languor and indolence," said another.

"The pleasure of the flesh will be forever yours to partake."

"Others will look upon you with eyes of jealousy, at what you have accomplished, and at what they wish they had."

"Your cravings will eternally and everlastingly be fulfilled."

"Your thirst for battle will be seen, and in the end your enemies will fear your name. Your own might will be the last they see in your path of destructive power!"

"Your names and your legacies, that which binds you to this world, will be forever transformed on this quest. All shall know your names, and you will become more than what you are. You will become truly immortal," said the red eyed monk before them, being the final monk to speak allowing the other 6 to speak first. “And most importantly... you will save this world.”

"Do you accept this quest?"

The World of Aerion

@Doc Doctor That's fine. Whenever you get the chance please note it in your character sheet, just so I remember that