User:Qmasterflex86/Project Dwi 01/Balance

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Event from Valiant

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Balance's Retreat

Valiant looked in approval at the disciples performing their daily activities with rare discipline. Many were meditating in well-organized neat rows and columns, all kneeling in the Temple, contemplating the complexities of what they sought to understand and to preserve. Some were outside in the courtyard, sparring with wooden staves in the crisp air surrounding the mountain fortress. Drums beating a constant rhythm kept a unifying tempo throughout Balance's Retreat, helping all the inhabitants live in constant harmony. A messenger stopped Valiant in his daily tour of the grounds, confirming the number of acolytes who had passed successfully through the Alley of Swords into Tranquil, and who were eligible to become full warriors of the Great Balance. The messenger also brought news of those who failed, either by dying or deserting. Valiant nodded in understanding as the messenger listed many more names among the dead and missing than those who had succeeded the test. He knew that the Old Masters had entrusted them with a grave task, a very serious duty. And though their duty was but an infinitesimally small one compared to that of the Old Masters, nonetheless, among mortal men such a burden was incredible. Only the strongest, in all parts of body, mind, spirit, and soul, would ever be worthy of becoming one of the Sentinels, the purest, most dedicated, and greatest among mortals who would upkeep the Great Balance that the Old Masters, having learned from their previous folly, sought never to disrupt again.

Valiant (Abbot of Balance's Retreat)

Roleplay from Warren

Message sent to Everyone in the region Alley of Swords

A young man raised his arms and cheered upon reaching the fertile plains of Tranquil. The perilous path through the Alley of Swords had drained his stamina greatly, but reaching his goal had refreshed him enough to celebrate with a short victory dance. A young woman who had made it to Tranquil at the same time looked at the dancing apprentice. She shook her head disapprovingly. "Apprentice brother Warren, this is no time to be so careless. We have only passed our first test, and the true trials only begin now." "Oh lighten up Scia." Scia looked cross at the informal mention of her name. Warren quickly amended, "Apprentice sister Scia." And without missing a breath he added, "Lighten up. We just passed the hardest trial. It only gets easier from here." He gave a grin and a thumbs up to Scia. The girl returned neither the gesture nor the smile. She turned her back to Warren and walked neatly, with back straight and head held high, to join the other students who also passed through the Alley of Swords.

Warren (Apprentice)

Event from Glorious

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Alley of Swords

Scrolls that the apprentices had carried with them from Balance’s Retreat through the Alley of Swords simultaneously opened as invisible pens etched arcane script. Symbols of a long lost age appeared in deep black ink, chronicling the immense histories and passions of the scrolls now forming before the apprentices. None of the apprentices was versed in the language to know what the rituals written on the scrolls fully conveyed, but all knew that it was the ritual for Miracle. Only this one time would they get a scroll that described to them fully how to exact a true miracle. No more for the apprentices, as per the tradition passed along through many millennia when the Old Masters themselves defined the rituals. The scroll was more a symbol than a spell container. It displayed to the Keepers of Balance that the bearer displayed the attributes required to inherit the Old Masters’ will. Few passed the rank of apprentice, and fewer still lived to become the Sentinels, the greatest warriors mortal men could become. To date, none had ever triggered a miracle, preferring to die or let the scroll be destroyed than to use it, or even worse, let it fall into other hands.

Glorious (Grandmistress of Alley of Swords)