The Order [Inactive]

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The Order - In a world riddled with chaos, a handful of individuals are in charge of maintaining the peace

This is a medieval fantasy Roleplay that takes place in the fantasy world of Tiriam. A world where men fought each other blindly for centuries, until the ground shattered and swarms of demons marched through to annihilate. Instead of remaining united, the humans continued to fight, ignoring the demon threat that only seemed to savage Miriawyr lands.
Through unknown witchcraft, some humans that wanted to save what was left of the lands, formed a cult called the Order - whom's sole purpose was to...

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The sun just rose on the horizon as the clouds settled away to reveal the glorious sight of Ryndavir Castle. Floating through the sky and painted with the banners of The Orders, Ryndavir was the oldest of the seven castles, now home to what's left of the notorious Order. In it stood the white guards - exquisite solders from all across Tiriam, now in servitude of protecting Ryndavir. None of them were allowed to leave the castle, main reason being they could leak important information about Order activities. Through the years, some viewed the Order as protectors of Tiriam, while others saw them as powerhungry and lazy fools.


Aedan was the last on only member, his friends have either died or vanished. But the sorrow didn't keep him from doing his job. The order needed new, fresh and devoted members. Those who would come to Ryndavir would have already passed some forms of testing, making it clear that they were capable. In his chambers, Aedan was reading reading about the rumors in the west. A lot of schemes and plots were conceived by the Northreners and the Republicans, and all of them, in some shape of form, mentioned the Order. To Aedan, this was no surprise. He encountered many plotters through his life, and he was well aware about nobility's view on the cult. Two strong knocks on the door released Aedan from the books he was imprisoned in. The door slowly opened, revealing a tall, sturdy white guard.


"Lord Aedan!" he spoke strongly, almost shouting the name. "It's sunrise, my lord, the recruits should be here shortly." Aedan nodded, and looked at the guard with half an eye, staring at him like a kennel dog looks at the bones that were served to him. "Very well. Let them wait in the hall." The guard bowed before him and left the room, making his way to the large halls of Ryndavir.


The walls were painted, the large windows were widely opened giving a royal atmosphere. The silence was absolute in those halls, any voice there would echo through the entire castle. In a room just outside the halls stood the portal of Ryndavir. One of the many magical gateways in Tiriam that allowed instant transportation through the world. The portals were free to use within the 7 castles, but expensive tolls were placed on the territorial portals. That portal however, was the only known way to Ryndavir, the only way the recruits will get there and the only way they would get out. Aedan had no idea about who those recruits might be, and chances were didn't have a clue about Aedan either. The portal gate had a blinding white light in the middle covered by strange black stone walls. Most recruits there weren't from the 7 castles would have to pay the toll to get to Ryndavir, or sneak their way through.

 

[Quantum Leek]

Get to Ryndavir.





That was the single-minded goal that motivated Nyem at the moment. The fact that she was often unmotivated and lackadaisical, at best made her determination no less real. When she was driven to have one single goal at any given time, she would doubtless attain it; it was merely rare that she would ever have such a goal.


The problem with this particular goal was that Ryndavir was only accessible through a portal that cost a lot of money to use. A lot of money that Nyem didn't have. Sure, she might have had enough if she hadn't just bought that custom set of throwing knives, or gotten the leather embossed sheath for her favorite dagger (which she had been admiring for several weeks), or had that feast the previous night. In fact, probably she could have not stayed in the most expensive room in the most expensive tavern she could find for just one night, and she would have had the money for the portal. Come to think of it, there were an endless number of things that she had spent the pay from her last job on that were not, strictly speaking, necessary. But the money had been ever so much fun to spend, and Nyem hardly regretted a moment of it. In any case, this was not the time to split hairs over her financial expenditures from the past week. What was important was that she now needed more money, and had no time to get it. Or at least, no time to get it honestly.


Sure, she could probably sneak past those guards; she could probably take them on, too, if they caught her (not that they would). But, for once in her life, Nyem chose the less risky choice. Or at least, it appeared to be the logical choice, on the surface. Her ulterior motives were... perhaps less mature.


Anyone who takes me to be a piece of ass because I'm a woman in an expensive tavern deserves a bit worse...





Tavern doors had cheap locks, and fat men, in Nyem's experience, were deep sleepers. She took his equally fat coin purse, her expensive jewelry, and that ugly fur cape that must have cost him a fortune. She didn't want the last part--nor did she want his trousers, but she took those with her, as well. The clothing she dumped on her way--stupid, cumbersome stuff. The jewelry she tucked away into her beltpouch, and the coin purse she sifted through until she was satisfied that it had quite enough to get her through the portal to Ryndavir. She would be in the sky before the fat bastard even stirred.


The portal guards were more accommodating to people with money. She gave them the prescribed amount of the fat man's money without any reluctance, and secured the much-lighter purse to her belt. She stepped through the portal without apprehension, though with a definite amount of excitement. Everything had gone off quite swimmingly: portal traversed, goal attained.


Ryndavir.

 

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