Lady Insanity
I live for the chaos, yet I'd die for peace.
Centuries before the modern world forgot about their protectors, it was a short order for common folk to bring supplies in and out. The Sorceress whom declared an entire legion in her image if the silver plate and mauve silks with griffins mounted in the crest under a mysterious banner would not dare interfere with Ascelin's line of work. Bestowed her mystical gifts to him and his followers in their time of need she swore she would provide further assistance whenever needed. Ascelin gifted her a staff of silver craft before the two parted ways. The tomb where he will slumber and await Dumanax' nest rising after their first great battle.
"King Ascelin, I thank you for this humble gift. Shadoji stragglers will run rampant in our lands if we do not stop them now," the Sorceress warned him.
Ascelin lifted a hand, kindly gesturing her closer. The day before, he had suffered a wound in a fit of rage against the Supreme Disciple. He had been weakened but now the two warriors are bound through time. Stiffing of his muscles were a sign her spell was working. He will be a deep, death-like state until his time to awake. "My friend," Ascelin whispered. He couldn't utter louder. "The Shadoji demons are powerful. Those who have fallen we will burn. This chaos will not end, no. My Knights have taken their leave as I commanded. Sebastian, Daylen and Jatah are in the company of their women, securing their bloodlines for the next age. Harper and Kalista will find suitors to give them a spawn. We will ensure children for the next age are already underway to avoid complications," he said.
"But with them occupied, somebody will stand against the demons. A promise. I've slain a dragon for you, as well as spared you from execution. Two debts to be paid. I have divinity...but I will ask one more boon." The Sorceress nodded her head. She will allow their story to be told....with certain modifications, of course.
"Forge an order of Faye Knights. Take my median men and recruit outward. An order all your own. One to defend in the meantime... and should we ever need you...we will sound our horns." Crashing nearly broke the doors to the chamber open. Commotion begged a hurry.
The Sorceress gracefully nodded and kissed Ascelin's hand before she lowered it to his chest. "I will keep this promise. We will remain a secret. You'll know how to contact my order." She then whispered a saying of great importance to him. The Sorceress finally sealed Ascelin for slumber, greeting an impatient escort outside and visited a burning village. She recruited men and women, barbarians and nobles alike. Shutting themselves off they would form a new order of elite fighters. Few of the common people would bring food in and out of the fortress; a fortress originally intended for a neighboring king. The king fell in battle, and....well, nobody's using it now.
Wardens, they call themselves. A secret order. A promise kept. An army waiting.
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That was centuries ago. First Wardens in every age are the keepers of their legion. Thought his adventuring days may be at an end, the First Warden of today proudly leads his forces. Never has a generation of their kind been summoned. One day that horn will sound. Ascelin and his Knights mustn't need them yet. Duty will be fulfilled and they will ride into battle for the promise made hundreds of years ago. He will carry tradition, prepare another to do so if the time comes. And should he, he will die defending the promise of the Sorceress. His old hunting bow decorates the window frame up above as he looks out onto the Keep. Training swordsmen and women, archers getting their shots in, mages studying by bonfire, all is well in their home. Reports from guards on his desk ached his head. His beard got a good pet. "Oh, what can she come up with this time..." Eden Blackwell has been in trouble before. Pumpkins for axes and forbidden tomes. Excuses for everything, good intentions, sour consequences. He's heard it all before, since she was a newer trainee if he is not mistaken.
"Oh, devil, she's late." The clock is never wrong. None of his clocks are. The First Warden has several clocks collected in his chamber. Time is everything for those who it is slowly running out. Undeniably grim but his age is getting to him. Soon the next First Warden will be chosen.
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"I spent my time flying through dimensions and watching over countless souls in a network far beyond comprehension to most mortals. Now I'm perched inside a cage made from cheap tin in a farm property," Owl answered Raijah's question. Step or two down, it sounds like... but he didn't seem against the farm on his arrival though? "The farm has adequate food and space, however. Having a regular space to dwell in is comforting." So it isn't bad. His cage is hung up in the stables with the Mounts. All five are in their respective spots for Raijah's duty today. Normally these sentient creatures have free roam. Today's their day, though.
Grunts rivaled by weight-lifting champions beckoned at the doorway. "Sounds like you're not too bothered, then," Vince said, standing at the entrance to the stables with a hefty crate of crops. Setting the big thing down, he wiped the sweat from his brow and popped a squat down on a stool. A low stool, likely used for milking cows. But there are no cows here. He and Chloe switched chores today. He would have gone shopping, but he much rather prefers this. Skip a workout by doing the hard labor. "You know Peter's still in the basement? He hasn't come out since last night. He mentioned something about a breakthrough but very time I try hollering for him all I get is 'shhhhhhhh'."
"I shouldn't have switched with my brother," Chloe said to herself as they walked in the store. Her part of the list was made mostly of Mount things and toiletries. Stuff like shampoo and toothpaste she can handle. But those bags of feed and litter for animals are heavy! Vince likes lifting, he should be here! Then again... Chloe would be the one in the fields, pulling things from the ground, raking, cutting, getting her hands in those super gross gloves. That isn't good for a manicure. She just got her nails done up, too. Nothing fancy but a little sparkle isn't too much to ask for. Mellany didn't seem very pleased with her items, either. She probably shouldn't have worn her wedges, either. They aren't hard to walk in but damn they are not for the butch acts. Bumping her from behind gently, Chloe nudged Mellany's arm with her cart. "Switch lists?" She already has a height advantage with the wedges on. "Some of my stuff is heavy but it's on the bottom shelves. I'm not my brother, I pull a string in my training. He swings metal things." Also, Mellany is not as weak as someone of her size looks. She's got more lifting power than Chloe. Not making it more fun for her, but...
"King Ascelin, I thank you for this humble gift. Shadoji stragglers will run rampant in our lands if we do not stop them now," the Sorceress warned him.
Ascelin lifted a hand, kindly gesturing her closer. The day before, he had suffered a wound in a fit of rage against the Supreme Disciple. He had been weakened but now the two warriors are bound through time. Stiffing of his muscles were a sign her spell was working. He will be a deep, death-like state until his time to awake. "My friend," Ascelin whispered. He couldn't utter louder. "The Shadoji demons are powerful. Those who have fallen we will burn. This chaos will not end, no. My Knights have taken their leave as I commanded. Sebastian, Daylen and Jatah are in the company of their women, securing their bloodlines for the next age. Harper and Kalista will find suitors to give them a spawn. We will ensure children for the next age are already underway to avoid complications," he said.
"But with them occupied, somebody will stand against the demons. A promise. I've slain a dragon for you, as well as spared you from execution. Two debts to be paid. I have divinity...but I will ask one more boon." The Sorceress nodded her head. She will allow their story to be told....with certain modifications, of course.
"Forge an order of Faye Knights. Take my median men and recruit outward. An order all your own. One to defend in the meantime... and should we ever need you...we will sound our horns." Crashing nearly broke the doors to the chamber open. Commotion begged a hurry.
The Sorceress gracefully nodded and kissed Ascelin's hand before she lowered it to his chest. "I will keep this promise. We will remain a secret. You'll know how to contact my order." She then whispered a saying of great importance to him. The Sorceress finally sealed Ascelin for slumber, greeting an impatient escort outside and visited a burning village. She recruited men and women, barbarians and nobles alike. Shutting themselves off they would form a new order of elite fighters. Few of the common people would bring food in and out of the fortress; a fortress originally intended for a neighboring king. The king fell in battle, and....well, nobody's using it now.
Wardens, they call themselves. A secret order. A promise kept. An army waiting.
---
That was centuries ago. First Wardens in every age are the keepers of their legion. Thought his adventuring days may be at an end, the First Warden of today proudly leads his forces. Never has a generation of their kind been summoned. One day that horn will sound. Ascelin and his Knights mustn't need them yet. Duty will be fulfilled and they will ride into battle for the promise made hundreds of years ago. He will carry tradition, prepare another to do so if the time comes. And should he, he will die defending the promise of the Sorceress. His old hunting bow decorates the window frame up above as he looks out onto the Keep. Training swordsmen and women, archers getting their shots in, mages studying by bonfire, all is well in their home. Reports from guards on his desk ached his head. His beard got a good pet. "Oh, what can she come up with this time..." Eden Blackwell has been in trouble before. Pumpkins for axes and forbidden tomes. Excuses for everything, good intentions, sour consequences. He's heard it all before, since she was a newer trainee if he is not mistaken.
"Oh, devil, she's late." The clock is never wrong. None of his clocks are. The First Warden has several clocks collected in his chamber. Time is everything for those who it is slowly running out. Undeniably grim but his age is getting to him. Soon the next First Warden will be chosen.
---
"I spent my time flying through dimensions and watching over countless souls in a network far beyond comprehension to most mortals. Now I'm perched inside a cage made from cheap tin in a farm property," Owl answered Raijah's question. Step or two down, it sounds like... but he didn't seem against the farm on his arrival though? "The farm has adequate food and space, however. Having a regular space to dwell in is comforting." So it isn't bad. His cage is hung up in the stables with the Mounts. All five are in their respective spots for Raijah's duty today. Normally these sentient creatures have free roam. Today's their day, though.
Grunts rivaled by weight-lifting champions beckoned at the doorway. "Sounds like you're not too bothered, then," Vince said, standing at the entrance to the stables with a hefty crate of crops. Setting the big thing down, he wiped the sweat from his brow and popped a squat down on a stool. A low stool, likely used for milking cows. But there are no cows here. He and Chloe switched chores today. He would have gone shopping, but he much rather prefers this. Skip a workout by doing the hard labor. "You know Peter's still in the basement? He hasn't come out since last night. He mentioned something about a breakthrough but very time I try hollering for him all I get is 'shhhhhhhh'."
"I shouldn't have switched with my brother," Chloe said to herself as they walked in the store. Her part of the list was made mostly of Mount things and toiletries. Stuff like shampoo and toothpaste she can handle. But those bags of feed and litter for animals are heavy! Vince likes lifting, he should be here! Then again... Chloe would be the one in the fields, pulling things from the ground, raking, cutting, getting her hands in those super gross gloves. That isn't good for a manicure. She just got her nails done up, too. Nothing fancy but a little sparkle isn't too much to ask for. Mellany didn't seem very pleased with her items, either. She probably shouldn't have worn her wedges, either. They aren't hard to walk in but damn they are not for the butch acts. Bumping her from behind gently, Chloe nudged Mellany's arm with her cart. "Switch lists?" She already has a height advantage with the wedges on. "Some of my stuff is heavy but it's on the bottom shelves. I'm not my brother, I pull a string in my training. He swings metal things." Also, Mellany is not as weak as someone of her size looks. She's got more lifting power than Chloe. Not making it more fun for her, but...