The Arcane Wardens

[BonesOfTheEarth 1563]

 

The Arcane Wardens exists as an Order of Wizards known as Arcane Scions, combining physical might with magical prowess in order to better serve their cause. At a base level existing on the principle of upholding balance in all things voidal; serving as a force to stand against the occult entities of the realm. Each and every member, bar those who explicitly chose not to make a connection, bear some form of voidal prowess; most commonly in the form of the Arcane Scion.

 

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I. Place your allegiance against the dark and occult, in both the void and abyss, to aid in maintaining balance to the void. Dark magics and creatures, voidal tears, and those who use or aid them are not to be tolerated.

II. Seek out knowledge where it is hidden, be it in the hearts of mortals or in the darkest depths of ancient ruins. But in doing so, do not risk a disruption to the balance, in either the world or yourself; no knowledge is worth placing others in harms way.

III. As a member of Ankor'mar, you must be willing to accept the ideals of those determined as your superiors - With the ability to follow orders where given by those above you, while not abusing the authority granted over those beneath.

IV. Though Ankor'mar does not exist on the main principle of acting as a defense for descendant kind, it is important still to respect and act within national law wherever one finds themself; Do not break the law to hunt the occult. Do not act the part of vigilante; push against the resistance within reason to uphold your duties.

 

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The hierarchy of the Arcane Wardens follows a simple chain of command from top to bottom. The Arcane Wardens are lead by a council of four Overseers, each in charge of a key part of the Order's functions.

 

Overseers:

Lefkos Amethil, in charge of any field work performed by the Order. Sarrion Divadri, in charge of castle operations. Tuzic Mossborn, in charge of diplomacy. And Allona Solaira, in charge of internal affairs. These four serve as the given heads of the Order, making any necessary decisions. Each and every member, beyond their given rank, will answer to one of these four directly depending on their skills and expertise.

 

Warden Captains:

These are members of the guild who have risen above their status through trials, proving their skill both as a warrior and a teacher. Any newly-made Wardens will be taught by a Warden Captain, with each Captain responsible for attending to a number of Wardens designated to them.

 

 

Wardens:

The rank and file members of the Order. Wardens are nevertheless capable warriors who have passed their trials, sworn into the order and undergoing lessons in the Arcane Practices necessary to become an Arcane Scion.

 

Wizards:

Those who are not Arcane Scions, but still have passed as recruits and become full fledged magic-wielding members of the Order. Though considered to be of the same rank as Wardens, Wizards are notably far fewer in number; as only a small number of them are required within the Order at any given period of time.

 

Watchers:

This rank is one only achievable by those who purposefully opt for it after being promoted from a Recruit; those who chose to join the Arcane Wardens explicitly without the use of magic to assist them in any capacity.

 

Recruits:

Fresh faces to the guild, recruits are those accepted into the basic position via Internal Affairs. Recruits do not yet know of the Arcane, and spend their time performing four trials - granted one by each Overseer. On completion, they make their oath and begin the process towards becoming an Arcane Scion.

 

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Joining the Order is as simple as arriving at our gates and asking to speak to our head of internal affairs - Allona Solaira. You will be judged, and if deemed worthy, you are accepted in as a recruit. From there, each Council Member, including Allona herself, will grant you a single trial to prove your worth; in the meantime being taught in the art of combat, as well as any other necessary life skills. When you have finished your training, you are then assigned to one of the Overseers or Warden Captains, where you are taught all that is necessary to become a Scion.

 

(Message @Jlyoko in-game or simply show up to begin the process)

 

Location

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(Coords: 575, 135, 1400)

To find the Keep of Ankor'mar, home of the Order, begin to take the path to the dwarven capital as normal. Pass through the first of the two tunnels going to the capital, but keep right instead of going through the second. Follow the path while sticking to the right, and you will arrive at the Keep, at the edge of Linnormr territory.

 

[_Grey_W0lf_ 598]

Ursus Grandaxe nods approvingly, his crimson Mana Soul following the movement, since it was more distorted than that of most other Scions. "Gud tu seeh weh beh en business" He said

[Laeonathan 3919]

"Pfff" Lefkos Amethil's son, Raziel commented idly "Scions are a waste of Arcane potential. And becoming a Scion makes one insane... I'm a happy Artficer!"

[Jlyoko 95]

Allona would adjust the few things she had on her desk as she waited for any newcomers to come through. A smile plastered on her face, she looks out the window, awaiting any letters coming her way.

[Knight of Elken 488]

Deep in the forests of western Almaris, Greiret Elverhilin, son of Lhindir and Immortal Knight of the Dominion of Old, cast his gaze to the fireplace in the refurbished, once abandoned mage's tower he called home. Funny, he thought. Once he was capable of casting blazes which made this one before him look like a jester's worst joke. Fire's light danced off of him,  as he reflected upon the past - and his current dejected state. He thought of the Enchantry's invasion of the Inferi realm. He thought of his duel with Lefkos outside of Linandria. Cheza. The Bronze Rebellion, Gladewynn and the Dominion. Kairn. Lhindir. He grew uncomfortable, anxious even. This place was not home any longer. Indeed. Home was not solitude, not this place. Not this empty shell of the past. 

 

"I require pen and ink." 

[Morigung-oog 2281]

"Fools." 

 

A scion, herself, one of the oldest around spoke as she glanced at the advertisement, her tone laced with not only spite but... pity. The elf inhaled sharply, returning to her home in the Palace of Celia'nor, hands clasped behind her back.

 

"Even Sarrion is having second thoughts. They not not the cost of the affliction they so willingly partake in. Insanity. To willingly succumb to that. They are desperate for power.. So much so, they won't know the consequences until it is all too late."