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The World. Few now live who remember the true name of this vast expanse... and none, who know how far it's lands and oceans might stretch...


Amidst the many nations and people of this world, amidst the many dreaming and scheming souls trying to make their own way, there is a current beginning to form. A tide, a push, a pull, not of water, or earth, or anything that man could hope to hold in their hands... A current... of fate.

This Current begins to stir, it raises old tensions, brings forth old hatreds, resurrects long dead ties of friendship and love. This current is silent, and it's flow unseen as of yet by even the wisest and keenest of souls...but it's power is unfathomable...and soon it shall bring it's boot to bare.

In the City of Vanguard, a City directly on the border of three influential nations, long rife with tension and strife, the world shall soon see the end of the brief peaceful days it has known for past decade. Drawn by chance, coincidence, and some even a strange impulse that they themselves cannot understand, a small number of people are close at hand, ever drawing nearer this place set to erupt...and whether they know now or not, they shall soon become the very fulcrum upon which their world's destiny turns.

Though not through claim of Sovereignty, birth, status, wealth, force of might or even direct intent, the decisions and trials of these people shall soon shape the rest of the world, who shall have no choice but to adhere...

By Fate's hand, and through no conscious will of there own... the destiny of the world shall soon be ruled by the choices, passions, and desires...of Six unassuming travelers...

This is where our story....begins...

The World

The Nations

Alphabetical Order

Bandore

The Bandorian Empire is well known throughout the main continent for it's rather impressive pre-disposal towards conquering. Over two centuries ago the nation was but a tiny principality upon the small boot shaped peninsula upon which it's capital still sits, dwarfed by the many nations around it. However, when the first Emperor came into power, and declared that Bandorians were the true descendants of the Ban, a group of powerful Fire Masters who'd once reigned over much of the mainland in times of antiquity, a bloody and efficient campaign was launched to take back the land that was rightfully theirs. The true motive for this campaign however, it is suspected but never said aloud to ANYONE from Bandore itself, that the true motive for this expansion was because the first emperor had discovered the powers of Crysias when forged into weapons. It was indeed this innovation that only Strahta had developed in rudimentary level at the time, that gave the Empire a definitive edge in the war for it's...sovereign right. The Bandore Empire absorbed the surrounding nations, indoctrinating their peoples into their ranks and treating all as equal citizens so long as they served the good of the Empire. It's armies bolstered, Bandore slowly became a milatary super power over the course of time, swelling itself until it finally came to clash with the alliance of Strahta and Seirun, where it found itself suddenly outmatched.

Being driven back for the first time in it's advance did little to detour it's enthusiasm for conquest however, as it turned it's wrath upon Malkuth, leading to a long and harrowing war which brought their armies finally to the fortress of Gil, where they laid siege to the place for no less then 20 years. Many are unsure of who's tenacity this speaks more of, Bandore's or Malkuths, but in the end, even Bandore was forced to admit defeat, being driven back out of Malkuth's land, losing every step of ground they'd taken, until the borders of Malkuth were as they were before the war. There after, the sight of Bandore's infamous failed seige was renamed Last Wall by Malkuth's High King, in tribute to their failure.

The Bandorians are an aggressive and efficient people, and very loyal to their country to in many cases a fanatical degree. Most truly believe in the superiority of their rule, and look down on all other peoples, leaving them to have a somewhat sour reputation. While they have declared a tenuous halt to their unending campaign for a decade now, having declared peace with the surroundings nations, many still do not trust Bandore, which is well enough, because they do not trust anyone else either.

Bandore is a rough and tumble country for the most part, the exception being it's west and north western areas which have a temperate climate and greenery similar to that found in Strahta, Seirun, and Galia. The more defining part about it's day to day management is that violating the law there is punished harshly, and people from Bandore tend to have a great respect for authority.

Despite it's poor relationships with other nations, Bandore has many of it's scholars study in Wendel, always wanting to be at the head with Mana industry, and so it's not entirely unheard for them to speak Wendelian. Also, while most other nations don't care for Bandore and vice versa, their is a partiuclarly bitter and underlying hatred between the peoples of Bandore and Malkuth. Prejudice and loathing are VERY prominent between the two.



Burnstein

Burnstien Kingdom is a country that, while it has seen much hardship and civil war over the passed century, has lost none of it's resolve and unshakable pride. The Knights of Burnstein are a force to be reckoned with, and it's gem, the city of Victorias, is the pinnacle of stone masonry, a castle city worthy of the pride it's nations people hold for it.

This nation's people tend to deal with hardship with optimism, perhaps an odd trait given the nations past history for civil unrest and constant inner struggles. Despite this tempest of misfortune however, neither side of the conflict ever stopped hoping for a brighter future in which their candidate for the throne at last claimed the prize.

When the current King, Valen An Gaurdious Burnstein,'s father took the throne after the end of the conflict, uniting the nation for the first time in generations, he immediately began rebuilding the nation in both body and spirit, turning the relatively small and isolated nation into a lush tree littered land of green, filled with content and happy people. While the citizens of Burnstein live simply, not too versed with the creations of their near neighbors at the Sea, Wendel, they have a good political relationship with their nearest neighbors, both Wendel AND Sol, and their people share this kinship.

Perhaps the most notable trait of the land, besides it's Knight's and simple if positive attitude, is that, separated from the main continent by Sol to north west and Wendel to the south east, they have little if nothing to do with the main continent knowing precious little of events and customes there. Often when Burnsteinians travel there it is a rather eye opening experience for them, a whole new world to see. The only preconception they seem to have is a mutual respect for the skill of those of the Strahtan Navy, just as those of the Strahtan Navy respect Burnstien's knights.

A last if casual note of the nation is it's use of windmills to power what simple mechanisms they use, their continent's abundance in wind mana granting them an almost assurance of a strong breeze at the least. Also because they only use Crysias to forge wind blessed weapons, their land is still very rich with it.

Burnsteinians are, because of their proximity to Sol and Wendel, usually familiar with at least one of the languages, if not both, as they engage in quite a bit of trade and tourism with both.



Galia


The Republic of Galia is a country that prioritizes wit and sophistication over most everything else. Luckily, though some in their nation see it otherwise, to not have an abundance of Crysias, it was spared the wrath of Bandore during it's days of war, and was left to it's own devices. Those, it turned out, were politics, culture, art, and capitalism. Much of the countries wealth, gained through trade with Strahta, and Bandore, is spent importing the latest innovations from Wendel, even commissioning the more mundane house hold ones. Next to nothing of a military, it tends to get pushed around by it's two far more powerful neighbors, and hold them some ill intent for it, but not enough to hault trade between the two.

Music, art, architecture, it's said that Galia's sense of esthetics surpasses any other nation on the planet. They tend to be a little over confident and haughty, particularly those in the prominent political families, and the general impression they have of other nations is that they are uncultured brutes for the most part. They positively laugh at the more rural areas of the world were wood cottages and dirt roads are commonplace. The very IDEA of going somewhere without hiring a carriage. Though their is a more down to earth side of country, found in it's poorer citizens. The working class isn't treated much better, and thus have a very hard working and skeptical attitude towards their own upper crust. They tend to be accepting and congenial to others, and are more closely likened to the people of Burnstien then any other.

Galians engage in trade all over the world, and are almost sure to be fluent in the languages of Sol and Wendel. While some dislike the Galians for their snooty stereotype, many more admire them for their art and music, and consider them the heart of culture and etiquette.














Malkuth

Malkuth is perhaps the hardest nation to pin down, as it is more akin to an alliance of close working provinces. The Northern territories that were taken over by Bandore during it's ridiculously long siege were once it's own nation, known as Xing. Oriential in style and character, the people here are actually some among the most loyal to the nation, as it refused to abandon it's duty to them even after twenty years. The high king of that time not stopping until he'd taken back every last inch the Bandorians had gained, making the conquerors bleed and break for every city, every village, and every lost life.

The rest of the nation came together under the High King, the ruler of Zav'ert at the time, when bandore's gaze turned east, and they never looked back. The lineage of high Kings in Zav'ert, the nations capital, are near infamous for their uncompromising, hell or high water, duty to both their people and the unshaking pride of their nation. The Armies of Malkuth are always led into battle by the high king, and fear grip the hearts of any who has ever faced them. There is a joke, or so people of other nations HOPE, that the throne in Zav'ert is made of blades, so that only a man of unrivaled metal and will can sit upon it. This may not be too far off...none can say they've ever faced a High King of Malkuth and enjoyed the experience, few enough can say anything at all after it.

Powerful and skilled workers of stone and Crysias, Malkuth and her people are blessed with an abundance of Earth Mana. It's said their steel never breaks, and if it ever did their backs would still stay strong. On even terms with most nations, the only one the people of Malkuth hold an intense and burning hatred for is Bandore. Though peace was declared, the High King of the modern age is said to pray every morning that Bandore breaks their treaty, so he can send them into hell himself.

Close trade Neighbors with Sol, Malkuth citzens generally are fluent in the language, however because they have little to no direct contact with Wendel, getting all it's Mana technology through Sol by proxy, it's rare to find one who speaks the Wendelian.






Seirun

The Theocracy of Seirun in centered chiefly around the Worship of the Goddess Portrine, a supposed deity that embodies all Light Mana. It's hierarchy is centered mainly around the Priestesses of this order, including the impromptu head of this religion, the Maiden of Light. It's society tends to favor Women over men, believing them to be purer of spirit and mind, cultivating their minds, in hopes they may have a gift for Sorcery, the honored craft of the priestesses of this religion, while leaving the men to plainer pursuits. The Stereo type throughout the kingdom tends to be that Men aren't very capable, or else ways they are weak in spirit and mind. It's common for Women to found in positions of power in this country, while Men are left in the more mundane jobs.

This stereotype has not served them well in their dealings with other countries. While they are famed for their healing techniques, and were once allies with Strahta in order to push back the Bandorian advance, they're prejudice and unyielding dedication to their religion has somewhat hindered political negotiations, leaving many outsiders somewhat exasperated with them and their preaching ways.

There's no arguing it's the best place to study Sorcery, but only if you're female. Males are not permitted to studyt under strict holy edict, and it is kept just as strictly as the ban against any sorcery involving Dark mana. Either offense is liable to end you on the wrong side of the Inquisition, a special branch of church dedicated to rooting out traitors and infidels. Holy law states such offenders are to be merely banished, but the inquisition is rumored to take things too far, far too often.

It's not of course, an unpleasant place to live, the people are kind and even if you are male they are not cruel, merely condescending.

The people of Seirun are blessed by a rich countryside and plentiful resources, but mostly benefit from their skill to harness Light mana. They claim that Light mana is more plentiful in their country, but there is no proof to this. Even the crysias they use when harvested is impure, and must be directly infused with light mana to gain the right properties. This refining process is a strict secret of the church, as is the process by which it's forged into light mana imbued weapons, though it's suspected it is no different from the process used by other countries for their own Crysias.

Seirun is on trading terms with Wendel, and is the main thoroughfare through which much of their goods pass to Strahta and Galia. It's common to have them fluent in Wendelian.




Sol

The Trade federation of Sol is somewhat of a mixed bag, much like the land of Sol itself. It shares Bandore's strong affinity for Fire Mana, but to a clash of two extremes. The bulk of it's main continent is desert, dry and arid, and home to many strong and enduring nomadic tribes which often serve as trade caravans between the few major cities centered around water sources. On the other hand, it's capital and much of it's shore line are tropical paradises, brought warm weather and plentiful water and plant life by the mixture of the water mana from the ocean and the fire mana of the land itself. Many of it's cities in these area are tropical tourist hubs that people even so far as Galia come to on a regular basis, ready to relax and spend their gold. As such, despite the fact that the people of Sol have a native language, they are also generally versed in common tongue and Wendelian as well.

Depending on whether they come from the tropical area or the desert, the people tend of be of radically different temperament and build, even if their features and skin tone are racially the same, that being a tendency towards darker skin and dark eyes. No matter where you go though, the people of Sol are a people not to be taken lightly, as while the people of the tropical areas are more laid back then their nomadic cousins, they still are rivaled with the Galians as the best tradesman, not to mention more than a few of them are...businessmen of questionable practice. Sol has quite the criminal underworld, given the federations less authoritarian stance, and the islands west of the mainland are somewhat of a home for pirates and illegal smugglers who gather there from other places around the world...it's pure coincidence of course that they're on the opposite side of the planet from Strahta... Regardless, it is very close to Hist, the free city, and the most popular place for criminals outside Aris Vista, which is said to be paradise for the pirates and smugglers of the world.

Despite the pirates and corrupt traders here and there, the majority of Sol's tropic area is a paradise, and it's desert areas still have rather breathtaking cities that have survived the harshness of the desert sands...

They are on good terms with most everyone, they are even ambivalent to the Bandorians, which is a rarity, but they hold particularly close ties of friendship with Burnstien, their near neighbor.


Strahta

The Kingdom of Strahta is a lush and resource rich country, generously bestowed with both green trees and temperate climates, but also a great deal of Water mana. While it was once not a particularly militant nation, the mastery of it's water mana to improve it's weapons and ships changed this drastically, as well as Bandore's own rise to power at the time. Strahta developed an incredibly powerful Navy, the unchallenged strongest in the world, and it's ascent into a milatary super power was begun.

In the modern world Strahta's Naval power dominates the waters around it, giving it a WIDE range of dominion beyond it's own borders, and making it quite arguably the most powerful country on the planet. Added to that, with ample trade routes through Seirun to Wendel, it's wealth from it's own resources, and trade tips taken from it's neighbor Galia, it's possessed of a good deal of advanced mana technology. While Galia has a higher concentration of wealth, Strahta's gross national product far outstrips it, putting it at the front runner as the world's most powerful, AND affluent.

This prestige is not squandered on the Strahtan people, as most are very upright and loyal to their country, strongly patriotic, and more importantly believe in maintaining healthy respectful relationships with other countries.

The division in the people only truly comes down on the border between soldier and civilian. Civilians of Strahta are peace loving and respectful, their belief in authority and conduct strong, similar to Bandores to an extent in that single respect, however in their military it is driven up to the eleventh.

When one is a Strahtan soldier, one is one for life, even long after she or he retires. They trained and put through grueling trials in hopes of awakening enhancer abilities in them, and most have at least a little of the gift when they're done. They are quick, they are ruthless, and they follow orders to the letter, all in the name of king and country. They are the very last sort of people you want to engage, and even on land are unfavorable opponents. The Elite among the Strahtan forces, the Azure Cross, are enhancers and magic users all, each trained with lethal precision to be nothing short of the perfect soldier. They will not surrender, they will not stop, and they will protect the interests of their people, their country, and their king till the very last breath leaves them. There is a reason that pirates dare not chance the waters where the Strahtan navy patrols...it would be suicide.

Despite it's belief in healthy relationships, that is generally all that Stratha has. It's not particularly close to any one nation, and is pragmatic enough to not dismiss any nation as an ally, it's people usually the same. They take each person as an individual, but are very scrutinizing and practical, most in the military distrusting until proven otherwise.


Wendel


Wendel is country that is entirely remarkable upon the face of the world. The front runner for Mana technology and advancement, their society is based around advanced steam technologies, and they're used to things like trains, simplistic hot air balloons, and many other miracles that they themselves invented. The front runner for Mana theory, this is the best place to study the intellectual specifics of mana and it's processes.

Wendel is a democracy by committee, but the actual day to day society of the country is one of science, progress, and engineering. The people of Wendel tend to be very high minded in terms of invention, and grounded on everything else. They generally have to be able to see and measure something in order to believe it, and have amassed a great of wealth from producing and selling off their countries wares. The only thing about the people of Wendel is that besides trading off their own wares they don't really pay too much attention to what's going on in the outside world beyond their borders, and don't care. They are generally very absorbed in their own work, and have a great predisposition to ignoring things that don't intrigue them. It's why only traders dealing directly with people from the outside speak common tongue or soul, most other Wendelians speaking their native Language and little much else. Luckily their clever enough to pick up what they need quickly, if they ever need to leave the country, it also helps that most of the countries that trade with them know their language well enough.

Despite their highly advanced mana steam based technology when compared to the rest of the world, they don't put a great deal of it into military matters, and prefer instead to pursue more scholarly and day to day living pursuits with their work, though that's not to say that don't have a military at all. Much of their border is watched over via hot air Balloon, and they guard the secret of it carefully...

It's not uncommon for sorcerers or Masters to have come to Wendel to study their craft, sorcerers in particular, especially males, as they don't have the option of going to Seirun. Wendel's in the language of the intellectual and trader, as either are bound to be quite fluent having to deal with these inventive eccentrics on the regular basis. The rest of the world tends of view Wendel as a nation of well meaning tinkerers who lean towards eccentric behavior, and this would really be an accurate observation for the most part. They have no real enemies, and only seem to have a close friendship with, ironically, the people of Burnstein, even though the people of that nation have little if nothing to do with their creations.

The Six

Here are the heroes of our Story, keep in mind that they might not all join at the start of the journey, we'll probably start before we fill in all six.



The Smiling Disillusioned Magician

The Face you shall know them by





That by which they are known:
Xenon (Zen-on) Zurander

The years they have walked the world:
17

The gender role given them by birth:
Male

The land they found their origins:
Seirun

A glimpse into their heart:
Xenon tends to seem all smiles at first glance, and even those who spent some time with him might not see much else, but there's a certain cunning behind his sometimes airy tone that bespeaks his more serious thought process, and pragmatic personality.

His personal beliefs strongly influence who he is today, a person who, while at times shrewd, capable of killing without remorse, also rarely does so, so long as the person in question's motivations appeal to him in some way. He would probably call himself...picky. He's also less then likely to kill someone given his almost constant companion, who holds reign over his actions to a surface extent.

A curious soul by nature, he often comes off as a very scientific sort. He's possessed of a methodical and questioning manner when this interest is stirred, though this impression is often outdone by his usual social facades, of which he mostly seems to favor two.

A Facade being perhaps a strong word, Xenon's usual expression is completely neutral, taking after his teacher, a Wendelian named Crow, in seeming almost bored, his voice generally smooth and casual in conversation, and eyes surprisingly mellow to the point of innocence.

The other, is most commonly an expression of his constant amusement of the world around him, and is an almost harmless knowing smile.This Harmless smile is what he commonly shows when other people are around as well, giving him the first impression of harmless and well mannered individual.

When he drops either facade he generally is wearing a smug smirk, though not a particularly malicious nor arrogant one. Rather one more of a person with complete and utter confidence that not only is he right, but very idea that others don't see it is a point of endless entertainment. While he does have the occasional moment where he gives an unmistakable creepy leer, this look is apparently a personal way of entertaining himself by scaring people, started when his long time friend and sworn Lady told him he was like some kind of mad wendelian scientist. In the end Xenon has an extremely flexible personality, capable of both complete altruism, and utter selfishness, depending on his situation at the time, though when the situation turns dire, he tends to be all business. Particularly when the lives of people he's come to show favor are on the line, whether he admits it or not.

Events which now lie behind them:

Xenon is a somewhat remarkable individual in the sense that while his past has shaped who he is, he took to the events which made him differently then most might expect. Born in a remote village within the confines of Seirun's back woods, he grew up with a sheltered childhood, the son of the village Healer and her Husband. He yearned to follow in his Mother's foot steps and help others, this desire only surpassed by his love for the happy fairy tales his mother always read to him. Enraptured by this illusionary world were good triumphed and happily ever afters were all but inevitable, the events which shattered this life were all the more harrowing. For he could never be a sorcerer like his mother...it was forbidden by the laws of the Goddess, he was a boy after all. This didn't stop him from trying though, even if it meant defying the goddess, he was sure if he used the power to help people, Portrine would understand... Xen's true mindset, that of a intellectual, had in truth always doubted this life even then, this lie he'd loved and cherished. His mind was not made to be in a child's body, his boundless curiosity and insight forcing him to close his eyes if he wanted to keep this happiness...so he did so...up until the day his eyes were forced open.

While the details of what exactly occurred that night are not widely known to any outside Xenon himself, not long after his seventh birthday, the village in which Xenon Zurander spent his childhood...was empty. There was no blood...no sign of conflict...there was not even a body left to signal what sort of horror may have taken place...all that was known outside the boy himself was that Xenon alone survived, left catatonic to wander away from an empty town...

He swore on that day to never allow himself to be consumed by illusions again, yet this was not what was so surprising. The boy, even so young, found his logical mind could not condemn those who killed his parents... though the details of who he could mean are not known. They had merely acted out of fear he'd stated, their own convictions, and thus, ironically was born was his own creed.

To follow ones heart, and to allow others the same courtesy in this world good and evil were illusions, misinterpreted as absolutes by so many. It was this he claimed that led to the persecution and false damning of so many lives.

He would only ever follow his own judgment, his own heart, and in turn he would not think evil of those who did the same...

Eventually the wandering boy was found a taken in as a servant by a powerful family in Seirun, only for he himself to one day disappear after yet another terrible accident. This time gone was apparently spent across the Nation of Wendel, where he studied the art and craft of the runes and the working of Mana, finally allowing him to become a sorcerer as he'd so long ago dreamed in happier days.

When this task was done, for some unknown cause, he returned to the place he'd once fled, intent on fulfilling his vow of servitude. Yet he was once again caught up in another series of events that led him to his current predicament... On the road with the young lady he has sworn to serve, bound on a journey with no destination... what awaits him? ...Only his fate...as one of the Six.

That with which they find Favor:

Xenon tends to enjoy messing the other people, and also enjoys conversation with others somewhat as a result, as people's illogical actions are funny to him. He admires people who believe in the ideals he has long cast aside as mere affectations, and it is perhaps for this reason he seems to so admire, and find great amusement in, Eve.

That which they don't:

He seems to greatly dislike a certain kind of person, even if he himself acknowledges that he has no right to hate them, as even they are following their own will. He refers to this as his emotions getting the better of him. This type of person seems to be those who hurt, harm, or prey upon, the innocent. As someone who believes he has lost his own innocence, and finds value in it, he emotional despises people who seek to injure it.

Also Hats.

Something about them that's...unique:

He has some sort of deep seeded, irrational, loathing of hats. In addition he goes into a panic when children cry, immediately attempting to try and cheer them up in increasingly ridiculous ways.


The God Which Governs their destiny:
The Grey Inspector




The Passionately Fiery Hero Enthusiast!

The Face you shall know them by





That by which they are known:

Eve Prier

The years they have walked the world:

18

The gender role given them by birth:

Female

The land they found their origins:

Seirun

A glimpse into their heart:

Eve's person is a mixture of Kindness and Heroism, coupled with her firmly rooted ideals and passionate drive to speak her mind, all this often leading to a somewhat mixed impression. She's capable of being gentle and innocent, while also cocky and overly dramatic. Her tendency to be overly dramatic sometimes seeming more like a condition handed down by her late Father.

She believes strongly in her own lofty ideal of what justice is, and her optimism that she can achieve her dream of becoming a "true Heroine," is nothing short of impressive, even if age has sometime tempered her enthusiasm, her resolve is none the less still strong.

She's blunt, and despite her high born upbringing tends to disregard formality much of the time in favor of her more casual manners, which she seemed to have adapted from Xenon, oddly enough, before he left to study sorcerery.

In many ways she's much like the fire that she wields via her Enhancer abilities. Life giving and warm to those she keeps close, but she can also just as easily burn wildly out of control when she perceives wickedness.

Events which now lie behind them:

Growing up in a somewhat sheltered life thanks to the efforts of her doting trophy Husband of a father, Eve was raised to have a deep adoration for heroes in story books, and to always speak her mind with the utmost passion. Her father's eccentric "Burning Passion!" rubbing off on her, she tended to be overly dramatic, though the influence of her mother, a powerful and affluent Preistess in the Church, also left it's mark in her, impressing upon her a sense of discipline and strict conduct, even if to a free spirit like her own this was damaging. Keeping closer to her father then Mother, even as Eve was tested and pressed towards becoming a sorceress to cary on the family's lineage, she continued to train hard in methods of more mundane combat, begging her father to teach him what he'd learned during his time as Soldier of Strahta.

Ah yes, you see Eve was not solely a child of Strahta. Though her father fell in love with her mother and married her, settling down in Seirun, he was once a man of the nearby militaristic power of Strahta. Her father could never resist her earnest requests, and taught her the art of battle, and it was around this time, when she was nine years old, that she first met Xenon Zurander, who they took in as a servant in her house. Xenon was quiet at first, and rarely spoke to anyone, but Eve never let up on attempting to get him to cheer up. After all, as a girl, it was her job to protect boys and make sure they smiled!

After a long series of attempts, the girl finally managed her quest, but it was only because Xenon began to find her repeated attempts amusing. She and the boy, unknown to her mother, developed something of a rivalry, as despite being a servant and a boy, Xenon never once seemed to fall into the role that was expected of him as a male of seirun, always standing up to Eve's generally ridiculous misadventures out to try and "save the world" even if he ended up going along with her anyway. Her friendship with Xenon opened Eve's eyes some to the fact that perhaps not everything that her Mother told her was true...

However, this was not to last long. In the course of one night, not so differently from her friends own circumstance, a terrible event sent Eve's life spiraling into darkness. Her father died in a terrible accident, and she herself could remember nothing of what had occurred. Xenon left her life soon after that, running away to Wendel after an oath that he was still a loyal vassal.

She didn't know what to think after that, but soon resigned herself to carry her father's words even closer, redoubling her efforts in battle, even as she continued to fail in the art of sorcerery. Finally, after many long years, the truth of her talents were exposed, and it was realized that she had actually become a rather skilled enhancer, just like her father before her. Her mother was appalled at this break of conduct, and intended to have her punished for keeping such a secret from her, only for yet another strange event to take the reigns of her life. Xenon returned, now it seemed, a fully fledged sorcerer, still repeating his words of keeping his oath, in repayment for taking him in and showing him kindness so many years ago. Her mother, appalled that man of Seirun had actually dared to learn Sorcerery and return, was prepared to call the inquisition, when Eve's father's words came back to her. The words of what it meant to be a hero.

Eve protected Xenon, both of them fleeing from the Capital City Zelgoddess, Eve resigned to no longer be content to sit away her days in the city of her birth. She promised herself that she would go on a journey to see the world, a journey at the end of which she hoped she might understand what it meant to be a Hero, as her father had. Xenon agreed to come with her, because he "had nothing better to do." She was, she had to admit, slightly afraid to face the world unfolding before her feet...but she was glad to have an old friend...even if he was annoying to no end, back at her side for it.

That with which they find Favor:

Eve is a great lover of books, and particularly romantic epics. While reading she even has a tendency to shut out all else around her. She, despite the fact it's not very becoming of a Hero, as Xen feels the need to constantly remind her, also has an almost irrational love for fighting, though it may be because she considers it a way her father is still with her.

That which they don't:

She greatly dislikes unfairness or injustice of any kind, and is very much the stereo typical Heroine as she strives to be, relishing at the chance to punish "evil".

Something about them that's...unique:

Eve has a cripplling fear of Walrus's due to a lie that Xenon told her when they were children, and all her usual bravado crumples like so much paper in the face of even bringing one up. She also, apparently due to a magical experiment Xen preformed on her when he was still hiding his sorcery as a child, says the world "Chero" when poked in the head. The Response is involuntary, and causes her burning annoyance whenever anyone does this.

The God Which Governs their destiny: The Grey Inspector





The Charismatic Royal Blooded Conspirator

The Face you shall know them by



That by which they are known:

Akakios An Gaurdious Burnstein

The years they have walked the world:

28

The gender role given them by birth:

Male

The land they found their origins:

Burnstein

A glimpse into their heart:

The congenial grace with which Akakios conducts his social dealings is a well crafted skill. He's able to immediately speak evenly with common folk and speaks to everyone as though he's their best friend. He finds it a simple matter to insert himself in with other groups of people, and is skilled at reading what people either want or expect him to say, before saying it to appease him. He is, behind this facade however, a driven man, an ambitious man. He is willing and able to do whatever he must to achieve his ends, whatever those may be...

Events which now lie behind them:

Akakios was born into the royal family of Burnstein, a prince of high prospect and even higher regard. He watched as his father and Grandfather ruled the nation in times of peace, having never known the age of civil war which had just passed them by, save in his history lessons. They talked of battles and glory, high ideals and the unfailing will of the Burnstein people, all of this the young Akakios listened to with wonder, knowing nothing but admiration for his country, knowing war in a more idealistic sense, then the harsh reality.

He commanded respect from his subordinates and subjects, his ambitions for country doing little to damper this beyond talk that the prince was a man ahead of his time. However, despite all his ideals and hopes for the country he truly considered to be superior, he was not the Crown prince. This fell instead to his brother, the also much loved, Prince Lucas An Gaurdious Burnstein. It was he that would become king, and it was he with whom the fate of the kingdom would rest. As the King's brother not destined for the the throne, he would be seated as an Arch Duke, second to his brother in both title and influence...

The vision he saw for his nation it seemed, was not to be...

Then, one night, after events that the Royal family will not address, nor comment upon, the Second Prince vanished. There was talk of an assassination, of poison, but Akakios stayed not long enough to hear this talk, fleeing for his life from those that would see him and his hopes for his nation ended. Sneaking on board a boat bound for the Main Continent, Akakios made his escape from his homeland, heading to a land where his nation, and more importantly his brother, had little influence. His hopes for his nation have not yet died however. He still hopes for that shining future for his people...and he will see it done. If only he knew how to stop his brother and his madness...?

Perhaps the answer will be revealed to him, as he draws near the border town of Vanguard...

And his Fate as one of The Six...?

That with which they find Favor:

He enjoys hearing tales of political intrigue, though he doesn't like to show it.

That which they don't:

Praise towards his brother.

Something about them that's...unique:

He enjoys quite a good laugh, and finds things a bit funnier than others. And he expresses it through a loud laugh that can become quite annoying from time to time. No matter how hearty his voice to which makes the laugh appealing. If it didn't happen so often.

The Goddess Which Governs their destiny:

Talentedtori




The Dark Silent Thief

The Face you shall know them by



That by which they are known:

Maka "Noctis" Oblivion

The years they have walked the world:

19

The gender role given them by birth:

Male

The land they found their origins:

Sol

A glimpse into their heart:

Maka used to be a caring, loyal person before the killing of his sister. Now he is a cold-blooded, lazy thief.

Events which now lie behind them:

Maka has a dark, gory, and horrible past with a fellow thief who calls himself El-Skeith. For as long as he can remember, he has been searching for this fellow in an attempt to get revenge for the brutal violation and killing of his sister. Don't say that I didn't warn you, it gets worse. Right after the brutal killing, he was captured and sold as a slave for three years, until he escaped. He only recently broke out from containment, again, in and now search's for Skeith.

For the three years, he spent half of the time trying to escape, while spending the other half getting punished for trying to escape. But, even with this cycle continuing endlessly, it helped him hone his already great thieving skills and eventually, brought him to freedom.

For the following time after his escape from slavery, he jumped from location to location, gather info on his target and stealing wallets, jewelry, and whatever special possessions the town kept locked away. He was caught a few times, mostly by skilled rune users teamed up with famous bounty hunters, but he always found a way to escape with his loot. And yet with all this time spent, he still remains at square one in finding Skeith...

That with which they find Favor:

Maka has always had a thing for Ramen, especially the one that his sister made when she was alive. He also enjoyed reading, sketching, sleeping and mainly anything that gets him out of doing work.

That which they don't:

Getting caught mid act, getting called too young to do something even though he's 19, having to do something that requires energy.

Something about them that's...unique:

Maka absolutely HATES it when he is denied food. It drives him INSANE!

The God Which Governs their destiny:

Azura SnowHeart




The Unyielding Hellcat


The Face you shall know them by



That by which they are known:

Ainia LeVaire

The years they have walked the world:

23

The gender role given them by birth:

Female

The land they found their origins:

Malkuth

A glimpse into their heart:

Ainia is normally a quiet and respectful young woman with a heart of gold. She believes that a life without compassion and sympathy is no life at all, and goes out of her way to help others. A very passionate person, she is ruled by her emotions. While at times this can be a good thing, it has devastating effects when paired with her short temper. Ainia is easily frustrated, and has a tendency to go into fits of rage. She struggles to control her emotions, especially her temper, as they tend to get in the way of her day to day life.


Events which now lie behind them:

Ainia was born in Malkuth to a family of moderate wealth. Even at a very young age she was striking to look at, and there was no doubt that she would grow to be quite beautiful. She was treasured by her family and community, and was lucky enough to have a very simple life. Unfortunately, her time with her family was very short. While she was still very young a tradesman came through town, bringing along with him plenty of goods for people to buy. The man seemed honest enough, and passed through the town with no trouble- leaving behind goods, and taking Ainia with him when he left.

From the moment Ainia was taken from her home her life was changed. She was given as a gift to a wealthy family in a nearby country and kept as an entertainer. For years she served this family, dancing and doing acrobatics for their amusement, and the amusement of their company. She grew stronger and faster with every passing year, her new life training and strengthening her body. It wasn’t long until she had grown into a beautiful young woman, and attracted the attention of some of the males of the house. This attention was completely unwanted and fueled Ainia’s desire for escape.

During a party one day, which Ainia was unlucky enough to be entertaining at, a rather large fight broke out. The panic brought on by the fighting was all she needed, and the young woman took it as her chance to break free. Stealing a small knife from the dining tables in the room, she slipped out unnoticed and escaped the house. Outside she was almost immediately confronted by guards, but since she was a slave they underestimated her, and she managed to slip away from them with minor wounds. Since her escape, she has journeyed aimlessly, never staying in one place too long.

That with which they find Favor:

Ainia loves small children and animals. She adores innocence in all of its forms, and loves the world that in grows upon. Nature is something that captivates her, and after years of captivity she treasures the freedom that now allows her access to the natural world. Although a lover of the natural world, Ainia also enjoys the thrill of the hunt, and has no qualms killing for her supper.

That which they don't:

Ainia dislikes small, dark spaces and any form of captivity, which is quite understandable. She also detests violence against anyone who does not have the means to defend themselves, and has no respect for people who abuse their power. To the amusement of those who witness it, she also has a strong dislike of traders, and her interactions with them are quite awkward (and usually end in violence.)

Something about them that's...unique:

Ainia can’t stand the sound of pen scratching against paper. The sound annoys her to no end, and hearing it often causes her to shudder or twitch uncontrollably. She was also conditioned by her owners to go into a trance-like state upon hearing the word “cease” spoken aloud. This conditioning was often used to control Ainia during uncontrollable fits of rage, which seems to be something she does quite a bit. A small rune on the back of her left hand pulls her out of this trance when touched. She lacks the skill to read runes, though, and thinks it to simply be an odd tattoo marking her as a slave.

The Goddess Which Governs their destiny:

Alyn Noire







The Face you shall know them by




That by which they are known:

Violetta

The years they have walked the world:

17

The gender role given them by birth:

Female

The land they found their origins:

Seirun

A glimpse into their heart:

Violetta is a very wary young woman... she doesn't trust easily, for various reasons, and has the tendency to avoid people at all costs. If you are one of the lucky few to actually get into her small circle of trust, she is fiercely loyal and willing to do anything for her friends. Why? Well, she doesn't have many due to her whole... trust issue... so if she actually does get a friend she feels the need to just protect them.
A whole lot, sometimes even to the point where her "new friend" wouldn't want her around anymore.

She has a rather sick sense of humor despite the fact that she is a healer. One of the best, seeing as she learned in Seirun... well, only a little in Seirun, seeing as she had to leave due to reasons no one needs to know about. She's proud of her heritage and rather good with her fists... not that she'll admit it. Humility is another one of her many charms...

Events which now lie behind them:

Violetta was born... well, she was born. Her family had little to do with her, and she grew up longing to be like her mother who held a government position within Seirun. Her nanny, a woman named Rose, taught her all she knew and even scavenged up some money with a bit of help from others in order to send the poor girl to school. Like usual Violetta didn't last long... her status in society was not very high due to something she couldn't stop... something that could not have been changed, no matter how hard she wished she were never born. After a few years she couldn't take the abuse anymore and left.
She's been wandering ever since...

Her story is a forgotten one.


That with which they find Favor:

She doesn't like much, but the one thing she adores is healing. She feels the need to heal everyone who she sees with even the smallest scrapes on their knees. Other then that there isn't much she likes... new shoes, maybe, so that her feet don't get blisters... and nice new clothes are always great to get...

That which they don't:

People who judge her, her mother/unknown father, show offs, morons, drunks, thieves...

Something about them that's...unique:

She's very sensitive towards her height. She's short for her age, and has the tendency to flip out whenever someone mentions how tiny she is.

The Goddess Which Governs their destiny:

Ally of Memories

The Story so far...

This is where I'll keep up a slightly hilarious summary of events so far, for anyone either left behind a bit or anyone new once we've started. (I'm lying, this will be solely for my own amusement. emotion_awesome )

It is important to note that this narration should be read with all the general seriousness of a Dudley Do-right cartoon. Thank you.


Chapter One

emotion_awesome Hey folks! This is your disembodied Narrator here, bringing you the hits AS they happen! Now with 100% more levity!

Our heroes arrived in the city of Vanguard, where upon Akakios was attacked by an army of children, Xenon and Eve were almost arrested for crimes which were punishable by banishment from their country, only to be interrupted and saved by Huebert Ozwell, who most likely realized banishing two people who were already leaving your country was a stupid thing to do anyway. No one accused religious extremists of being intelligent. Maka meanwhile, behaved like a total boss, and took out three would be mercenary's who had the audacity to bump into him before rolling off the scene in such a chalant manner that nobody suspected him...despite the fact it was in broad daylight. Oh that's right. He's THAT good.

After a brief encounter in which we learned that Xen never trusts Eve with important paper work, and that some wendelian sorcerer's Xen knows are really vindictive about their own property, Maka proceeded to chill out on the rooftops with some light reading material, while Eve and Xenon made their way to a fateful encounter with Akakios. After some brief conversation in which Xenon and Eve flirted shamelessly with one another via subtext, Akakios decided that this would be even MORE funny once he got them drunk, and suggested they hit the nearby pub for a pint.

Also, a mysterious figure loomed over the roof tops of the city, but personally this Narrator didn't understand a WORD he was saying, and assumes that he was probably just high as a kite. Let's ignore him and get back to the action!

While Akakios, Eve, and Xenon all powed out in the bar, Eve demonstrating her startling ability to hold her liquor, the guards at the western gate, in addition to not getting the pay raise they were after, were having a REALLY weird day! Enter the seriously creepy magician for hire, who scared the HECK out of me- them, them, the guards at the gate, scared them. Not me. I of course, wasn't scared at all. Ahem, who was on his way to meet his kinda cute in that tomboyish kind of way employer, who happens to be none other then Eve's little sister! Apparently because she was totally ticked off that SHE didn't get the spot as one of the Six main characters, she intends to track down her sister and steal her spot as a protagonist!!...Or something like that. Justice and revenge might have been brought up, but really let's cut the semantics.

After that the guards day got much better, as they were knocked out in the BEST. POSSIBLE. WAY. EVER. Yes indeed they indulged in that age old pastime that every common guard hopes for, being seduced and made a fool of by a highly alluring heroine. Sure, they got knocked out and completely outsmarted, but really at the end of the day, who's the REAL winner here? ...Well, Miss Ainia really, as she played those two like a professional accordionist, but the guards were definitely a close second.

While the two guards day was getting better however, our group at the bar's took a turn for the worse! And yes, it was even worse almost as bad, as running out of booze! Maka, for absolutely no logically conceived reason, decided that attacking three dangerous and armed Mana user's all of equal combat ability to him, was A-okay! Why? To what end? Pfft, well because obviously he felt the need to move the plot along Robocop riding a unicorn.

Using a mana sealing thingie to take out Xenon as threat, as well as completely emasculating him in front of the entire bar, he also found out that diving blindly into a head on assault against a blunt force strength based enhancer is kind've comparable to playing chicken with an oncoming sedan. So AFTER he picked himself out of the hole in the wall, Maka took out the defenseless Xen in a short exchange, making off like a bandit with Eve's boy toy while, like any true highwayman, making time to a get a mug of beer on the way out.

Eve flipping out at having her flirting partner stolen, she and Akakios, who was of course the gracious enough sort've guy to buy everyone a round before he left, gave chase out into the street, only to run into her younger sister and that...that guy...w-who isn't creepy at all. eek

Meanwhile, The last of the Main characters entered the scene as Young miss Violetta arrived, only to get her purse stolen by a plot convenience ....little cockney orphan from the movie Oliver young bratty pickpocket, who coincidentally ran straight into Maka, who was probably looking pretty awkward having another boy slung over his shoulder. Before Maka could tell the kid how utterly much of a sucky pickpocket he was, and that his technique was ALL wrong, the kid ran off leaving behind Violetta's money, the girl quickly behind to reclaim what was lost.

...Naturally she had a few questions about the unconsciously teenager slung over the older boy's shoulder, but before Maka could explain that he didn't swing that way, Xenon, taking advantage as Maka was distracted by Violetta's hot bod shining personality, chose this moment to conveniently regain his powers, putting the two in a really hard core Mexican standoff! Now that the two are at an impasse, what will happen next?! Will they agree to a battle of wits in which we are informed that both of them have an immunity to iocaine powder? Will they enter a really intense internal monologue in which they somehow end up standing on the sides of metaphorical buildings as they mentally battle one another until one decides to erase their own memory and hide the death note? Will Maka FINALLY get to use that Tri-edge reference we've all been waiting for?

Let's wait and see...

Akakios An Gaurdious Burnstein


(((((You've seen my posts Grey Inspector, I like the length (just wait until I'm in a scene by myself or just me and Echo) And can't wait for our rotation to come up in Project Atlantis. For now, I'll enjoy this character here. Thank you Grey for all your help! biggrin )))))



Akakios adjusted the collar about his neck as he neared the West Gate. His large boots falling silently upon the gravel that led up to the fine structure.Pulling a strand of blond hair from his prominent face as he saw two female guards at the edge of the gate. Their eyes glancing hurriedly, they were on the lookout for something, and there wasn't anytime to miss it. As he pulled the strand of hair away from his face, a drop of sweat followed. And then as his eyes lowered to the ground he gave a small breath. His silent boots stopping their pace. Quickly reinforcing the thoughts into his mind. This is a high trading area, they are merely doing their jobs.

His eyes looked up to the female guards. They were easily Cardinal Knights for Seirun. Best of luck for him, his brothers lies had only reached the faintest whispers of his allies. They knew nothing of him, he was merely another fashionably dressed trader. His silent boots began to fall forward as he reached the middle of the guards. A fair few feet away from the lavish gate. The gate reaching easily fifty feet high with intricately carved designs upon the black bars. His eyes glancing upward for a moment to the structure, and tearing his eyes away as he looked to the guards. Opening his mouth to voice that he wished to enter, and as he did so, a dozen metallic clicks followed by another were heard. Looking to the gate as no eery creek of a gate of old passed, his access to the trading route easily opened.

He flashed a smile to the guards, their eyes meeting his. His blond hair hitting his face as his vision turned between the two of them. With the quick movement he made he easily caught their attention. Not an easy feat with how intently they seemed to search for something. They gave a nod and returned his smile in return, and as he was given this he turned away, entering the trading route. He was a sweet man, with a few moments of knowing him, this much was certain.

He walked a fair distance into the trading route, the gates causing a dozen metallic clicks followed by a dozen more as they closed behind him.He glanced around, seeing diverse people. The shouts of bartering filling the air. It was easy enough to depict the ones of Bandore. Why, he had never come across someone of Bandore who wasn't fanatically proud.

Children running through the shouts of bartering. Waving mini flags of Bandore. Some of the more extravagent ones, that were obiously just traded. They shown the colors of the flag, with wonderful flames of said color emmitting from the flag. Yet, despite the burning of the flag, it did not lose it's fabric.

Many a child of Bandore filled in the smaller sizes of their rulers clothing. The girls happilly twirling around in the long sleeves of a flowing dress. Or the cutest ones, usually bored adolescent children. Dancing with one another in this clothing, pouring out to one another famous sonnets of their country.

And off to an edge of a current barter, children of Strahta and Seirun watched the children of Bandore. There were only a few visible children that peeked out from the cart. But it was obvious their small voices were carrying to many others. The two that whispered to many others were distictively Strahta and Seirun. The one of Seirun was a women, her demeanor strong. As many, if not all from her country are.

She had blond hair that fell over the shoulders of her knightly costume. And while her fingers lay in front of her, a small ball of light danced around her fingers. And the boy, well it could have been said he was a demeanor of any country. But, throughout the other countries, even though his costume may have easily been the best throughout his well endowed country, it was merely process of elimination to what country he belonged.

The girl was the first to initiate, the ball of light fading into her fingers, rising a plastic sword from her side as she pointed to the Bandore. Her voice calling out loudly, initating many members to proceed. "Now!"

And with that, the laughter that belonged to the children of Bandore faded. Looking to the children that now proceeded. Many bringing their flags up in defense. And for a small moment, the adults of this trading route fell silent as their eyes turned to the girl with the powerful voice. Watching the children advance for a moment, and then turning away as the battle proceeded.

Akakios tossed his head back as his blond hair fell behind his shoulders, a laugh letting out into the sky at this event. His laugh only beginning one of many as they watched the scene. The people of Bandore fighting with their flags. A fair few dozen bringing forth swords to fight off their well prepared enemies. And a fair few dozen women enjoying the role of a woman in distress. Whether it be captured or run away in fake terror.

He shook his head as he walked through the battle. Feeling a stab at his leg from a man of Bandore. A smile on his face as his laugh let out a joking sound of pain. The child of Bandore lifting the cover of his helmet with his glove that it seemed barely two fingers fit into. "Reveal yourself peasant."

Akakios took a step back as he gave a small defensive stance, the sweet smile still upon his face. His arm out as if to hold a sword, but that weapon was held within his sheath that held beneath his coat. Shaking his head as his royal voice swept to the child. "I am no peasant. For I am Akakios An Gaurdious Burnstein."

The child's cover of his helmet fell in front of his face, and once more bringing his large glove to reveal his face. A roll of the child's eyes as he glanced to Akakios's empty white glove. "A prince? Without a sword?"

A girl who dressed as a fair maiden of Bandore stepped forward. A giggle passing through her lips, her hands placed upon her hips as she stood proudly next to the knight. "If you are a prince, prove it!"

Akakios removed himself from his stance as he glanced over the childrens war. His voice carrying over the crowd, many dropping their sounds of war, but did not relent from their stances. "I find myself at a draw, for I must prove myself, but I have no weapon in which to do so."

The girl of Seirun fell away from a distracted soldier whom looked towards Akakios. Her hand reaching away from her as a small wisp of light reached an abandoned child's sword to her, and swung it lightly over the war of children's heads, landing in Akakios's empty white glove. A flourish bow as the sword ducked under his arm. "Thank you," his eyes glancing to the girl while he remained in the bow. "Fair maiden of Seirun."

He turned back to the child knight and the child maiden, now in a fighting stance once more as he pointed the blade towards the child, and the child knight gave another roll of his eyes. "Big deal, you got help from a girl."

He brought his free hand up near his face as it pointed upward in a statement position. "Ah, but that is only the beginning of my proof. On guard!"

And with the shout of the beginning of their battle, the child knight bringing his sword forward. Akakios's sword slow at first, causing easy blocks to the child. Akakios taking a few steps back as the child's bravery increased. "Impressive my young soldier."

Akakios took a step forward, striking forward, the child taking a step back in retaliation. And the child striking forward, Akakios taking a step back in retaliation. As this pattern grew, Akakios's light voice carried throughout the war. "Oh my young knight, how skilled you are."

And as Akakios spoke, there was a small opening beneath his armpit as he reached to the other side of the child knight. The child knight strking beneath his armpit, and as Akakios felt this plastic rub against his royal coat, he dropped his sword. Reaching his hand to the armpit, the child slipping the sword away from him. A few wild steps back, causing the children to scream and run away. And as he heard the children run far away from his staggering pace, he let his back fall against the sand of the trading route.

The child knight running up to him, a worried look upon his face as he watched Akakios fall. And Akakios flashed his gaze over to him as he gave a smile and a wink. The worried demeanor of the child of Bandore fading. His foot which held sensible shoes despite his knightly costume. The blade of the child's sword pressing softly into Akakios's chest. His voice declaring over the ongoing war of the children. "I declare this man not a prince!"

The child stepped away from Akakios, and Akakios pulling himself forward, upon his knees as he looked to the child. The child standing in front of him with a proud look on his face. Akakios dragging the fallen sword to lay on his knees. His eyes glancing along the dirt as he spoke to the child. "What is your name."

"Thomas."

He smiled as he looked up to the boy. Dropping the sword to his side as he stood. And with a loud tear of fabric against silver his sword glimmered in the sunlight, the child calling out in awe at the sight. His sword pressing softly against the child's shoulders as his voice declared to the child. "I bid thee, Thomas An Gaurdious Burnstein."

The child watched the last of the sword fall against his shoulder, another sound of awe escaping his lips as he looked to Akakios. Akakios's shoulders rose in a bit of a chuckle as he sheathed his sword. A flourish of a bow to Thomas. "Protect your people well."

As Akakios removed himself from his bow the child brought a hand to his head in salute, the covering of his helmet falling over his face. Speaking while Akakios brought the covering away to reveal his face. "I will. I promise."

Akakios nodded as he walked away from the child. The children easily letting him through the war as he made his way through the trading office. No silks of what he needed were yet to be seen. Shaking his head as his shoulders rose and dropped in a small chuckle. His head tossing back as another loud laugh let out to the heavens. Falling against an abandoned cart as his laughter filled the trading. Wiping tears from his face and shaking his head, oh what glorious day this was becoming.


(((I'm kind of sorry, but I'm kind of not. That turned out a lot longer than expected.)))

Akakios An Gaurdious Burnstein

(((Since I haven't posted in awhile I'll post again. Shorter post this time, but still the original plan.)))
(((BTW, love your character Azura))))

As Akakios finished up his loud laugh, wiping another tear from his face he felt a tug at his pantleg. Looking down he saw the young sorceress of Seirun, "Dear Akakios An Gaurious Burnstein, I pray for an alliance."

Akakios took a small step back, enough to show that he was accepting and to give space for a flourished bow. Bringing himself back up as his hand lay over his chest. "It would be an honor to fight by your side."

The young girl smiled widely, a giggle passing her lips, playing a bit with a skirt that lied below her knightly armor. A young childhood crush quickly forming, "You shall have whatever you need to fight by my side."

Akakios's hand dropped back to his side, glancing to the ever ongoing war. "All I request is a sword."

She quickly unsheathed her own, and Akakios took a kneel in response. "I don't need this, my sorceress powers are enough."

His shoulders rose in a small laugh, shaking his head as he glanced to the girl, another giggly smile on her face. And with Akakios's hands draped around his knee he dropped his head, and the sorceress girl touched the children's sword to his shoulders. "I, powerful sorceress, Tabatha of Seirun dub thee another knight of Seirun."

He turned his head back up to face his eyes to hers as he gave a sweet smile. One that would often cause the young ladies of his old castle to melt and it had no different affect on this girl. Another giddy giggle passing her lips. He brought his white gloved hands forward, the sword falling into his hands, and as he stood he gave a nod to the girl. "It is my honor."

And he turned back to the ongoing war of children, a snorted laugh passing through his lips as he pointed the children's sword to the sky, shouting to the children. "For Seirun!"

The maidens, and an equal amount of scared knightly men, and some of those who portrayed peasant boys, all screamed in playful fright, many of them running to hide behind their knights, or carts, or some parents to whom only laughed in response. Some of the parents dropping from their shouts of barter to join on a round of cheers to their country. "For Seirun!" "For Bandore!" "For Strahta!" And with the shouts, the parents turning back to their barters, Akakios emerged himself in the war. His legs recieving most of the blows as he walked through the children. His sword swinging sloppily over the children's heads.


(((That was fun. biggrin ))))