Talin has been a feature of this land since its dawn. While they are neither regularly recognized nor publicly known, they have found themselves in the underbelly of society, whether the secret catacombs and temples long forgotten or tunnels and systems adapted to house the many forces and resources they had accumulated over time. They relied on secrecy and deception to handle their problems and ultimate goals. Crafting the best of soldiers, the best warriors, mages, thieves, and assassins here. The Catacombs of Orcus. A massive system of tunnels and rooms that snake along with the mountain range of which they are named after. Or perhaps the mountains were named after these catacombs. Years have dulled this knowledge, and even the most ancient sources fail to distinguish. Either way, this was where it was all birthed, either way. A man found within these catacombs the power that they had locked away and set out to collect more and more of. Collect people, objects, and trinkets. He was
Talin has been a feature of this land since its dawn. While they are neither regularly recognized nor publicly known, they have found themselves in the underbelly of society, whether the secret catacombs and temples long forgotten or tunnels and systems adapted to house the many forces and resources they had accumulated over time. They relied on secrecy and deception to handle their problems and ultimate goals. Crafting the best of soldiers, the best warriors, mages, thieves, and assassins here. The Catacombs of Orcus. A massive system of tunnels and rooms that snake along with the mountain range of which they are named after. Or perhaps the mountains were named after these catacombs. Years have dulled this knowledge, and even the most ancient sources fail to distinguish. Either way, this was where it was all birthed, either way. A man found within these catacombs the power that they had locked away and set out to collect more and more of. Collect people, objects, and trinkets. He was
Life inside a box was getting to Massua. The first week of being conscious has had their challenges, but she felt that she could cope with it. They only allowed her out to pee, usually in a highly securable place with nowhere to run, surrounded and watched by them all with swords ready to kill her before capturing her. That was her time to stretch and maybe have something to eat if they at all felt gracious. She needed to strengthen Zoi as much as she could while she could. She was even begging if the worst came. She hated it, but they would indeed throw a dry cracker or two in the trunk before carrying on. They gave water at the start of every day. They needed her alive, but not in the best conditions it seemed. And they weren't after money, she guessed. Whatever nefarious plot they had, she doubts she will be alive after. Or maybe they were after her brother. No, that couldn't be. He was no more valuable than her. At least, he wasn't. He was a knight now, the shield of the k
It has been a week since they had left Liontari. It was generally agreed that there will be no farewells this time, as was Celia's wish. This wish was not without a little debate, mostly from Lyse than from Edlund or the others. This came to a surprise to a few, especially Celia. Then again, much of the first night had been arguments of Lyse not wishing for her to come along, and continue her recovery. Edlund noticed him trying to take all the responsibility, as usual. He likes to take all the responsibility, but none of the credit. The two didn't talk much on the second day, more stand-offish and considering, as if anticipating what the other would say next to refute their argument, which never happened. They managed to make a lot of ground, but the only talking was among Elena, Gray, and Edlund. Lyse headed out for navigation, and Celia covered their rear and looked for anyone potentially following them. Two positions that stayed far from one another. It seemed that they will stay i
The next dawn seems to come slowly for Lyse. He was used to staying up for more than one day; he can function at his best by the third night most of the time. Gabbes once had him and few others wander around the village walls and through the forest searching for something he had hidden. That was before he learned to sense aura; otherwise, he would have found the bird egg hidden under a rock and buried about a meter deep. He did not let them rest, and they had to fill in any holes they made in their search. He slept well that night, although Massua complained he smelled like the barn animals. However, training with his mother was a whole different strain on his body; he was not quite prepared for it. At first, it was simple to handle. Channeling the pendant's power didn't get any easier, but the struggle he went through became more like a routine. Soon, he'll become better at that routine. But the power slowly sapped him of energy every time he made a seed grow into eithe
Very few people fully understood the word struggle. Many think they do. Most would point to life moments, specific challenges to overcome that could perhaps decide the very fate they tread upon. But for Damusius Concord, this struggle was minuscule in the face of what he faced for nearly a decade now. The struggle was different for the likes of him. Struggle meant more than a choice or arduous task, one that would occur once per lifetime. It didn't mean something that could only happen once or twice. No. A struggle for a plithos meant that every moment, every second spent conscious or unconscious threatened your destruction. Your soul, your body mangled beyond belief. To keep in a power that you may wish for, but is never truly yours. Your purpose is to be the container of this power, and any falter in your mind or will may very well be your demise.He doesn't remember the last time he had felt the sun. Although, that was a luxury, someone like he rarely gets to see. He had been locke
The last few days for Massua Opal had been somewhat of a blur. She remembers the knights found her amidst those dead bodies, hiding in a ball and muttering incoherently. Her eyes were wide with fright and horror, signifying how little she has witnessed any real battle. Who knows the condition that this girl had to suffer within that box? Those were words she heard them say as they loaded her on a horse with the female Arkoudan knight and took her to the nearest city to question her further. All her time within that box, she never truly felt broken. She had hoped that she would find a way out, or someone would come to save her. Well, someone has. And if all things do go well, she may be on her way home. But she did not think about such hopeful topics. Her mind was still on the blood and carnage. Even when she tried to focus on anything else, it was always just outside her memory of that young man falling before her, blood pooling under his dead eyes that stared blankly through her; th
It has been a few days since the attack from that Chimera. They were lucky that there were relatively few injuries amongst their crew. Nemean Lions are known for their ferocity and high body counts. They are a challenging threat, even for knights, with their nearly impenetrable hide. There would be no question why a regular guildsman died, and two more maimed beyond belief. And a young girl was impaled through the chest by the spines of the leading Manticore in a display of cruelty. They did their best to console the mother, who grieved all night until they had to bury the girl. This was the best they could do for a funeral. Carrying the dead was itself a walking death flag and could summon things much worse than a pride of lions. Custom was to burn the body in a pyre, but doing so in the wilderness is far too arduous. At least now they know that the body will be at peace and return from which it came.The guildsman rode off silently, the mother's reasons for continuing on smoldered,