The Thal' Aki

[The Zealot (Sir_Wyvernos) 248]

(Post is under construction for structure and clarity)

Thal - bearers

Intro

The library rests where rest is provided, yet It sits deep within.

It gives to some and not to others yet does not judge.

It speaks with the howling winds but is quiet and meek.

It has no physical gift of power but holds the power given by existence.

Those who seek the Library must let go of society to learn of it once more.

Lore

A collection of the entire lore is posted here:

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/43729-the-history-of-the-seven-suns/#entry313091

The Legend of the Grand Library

In the chilly plains of the North, a rumor was carried across the wind about a Grand library that sat far below the surface. It was said that the library held a wealth of knowledge on subjects from the mundane to the arcane. Legend says that it once stood as a source for those who respected the knowledge that they were given. Beings from the farthest reaches of Aegis contributed knowledge to the library. Stories told of it being buried far beneath the earth for protection and guarded by a select few who truly understood the power held within its walls. It was said that those who sought the Grand library would not recognize it upon sight. Many had ventured in search of the knowledge for selfish gain, but alas they could not find the library. Word spread of the library being a mere myth fabricated like all other odd tales on the land.

Many turned from their searches to continue on with their lives. A group of dungeon seekers did not though. They had heard all of the clues, tricks, and riddles that many had sworn would lead them to the library. To no avail, the words did them no good. Years later a book was spread through the land about the Grand library. An aging elf by the name Aeilenor Vallavern, was said to be the author. He was an odd fellow who spent his time in the far reaches of the North. The adventurers traveled far into the mountains for weeks seeking the one being that knew about the library.

In the recess of the mountain tops sat a small village that seemed to have been ravaged by raiders and fire. Most of the homes were no more than charred wooden beams and piles of ashes. In the back sat a home that was repaired. Wooden planks and beams were nailed to the walls and roof. Unsure of what lay within the home, one scared adventurer walked on the broken steps to the door. He gave three rhythmic knocks on the door. Dust and snow fell with each knock. The sound of a chair sliding was heard. Then slowly light footsteps followed the noise. The door knob seemed to take longest to turn and it shook the door when it was fully turned. The door slid open revealing a dimly lit room with a single table and chair. Beside the door was an elf hobbled over a cane and looking sternly at the adventurers.

The elf shifted his weight, slightly standing taller. “What doth ye seek?” said the old elf. The Adventurers all chimed in to say the Grand library. The grizzled elf eyed them all out and said “What do ye seek in life?” The adventurers pondered his words for a moment before one cried out and said, “I have no time for riddles old man! We have sought the library for nearly five years and ye art the only way to it. So where doth the library rest?” The elf looked deeply into the lads eyes and began to chuckle. “Solve the riddle in the book.” The riddle read: The library rests where rest is provided. It sits deep within. It gives to some and not to others. It speaks with the howling winds but is quiet and meek. It has no physical gift of power but can wipe opposition from existence. Those who seek the Library must let go of society to learn of it once more.

One man decided to stay. He had no life to go back to and wasn’t going to give up on his dream. Though his partners dropped the dreams of the library, he did not. He stayed at the old elf’s home trying his best to figure out the riddle. He began to study with the elf and learn of the days of old. He learned of the races of the land and languages nearly lost to the world. He had become a very knowledgeable man with wit unfathomed. After nearly seven years in that mountain, the elf asked the man where the library was. The man thought for a moment and began to think about the riddle. His eyes opened widely and darted around as he began to realize the truth. “Where is it?”, said the elf again with a grin. The man’s mouth opened slowly into a smile. “Ye...ye art the library, ye...we art the library. We are the library! It is here, I am here!”

The man jumped to his feet and ran to the elf with glee. The elf smiled lightly and said “In the days when I learned, there was no physical library, but rumors of bandits and raiders seeking teachers for their amusement forced us to create the myth. With each line of knowledge holders, we had continued the tradition of passing down the legend of the Grand library. I want ye to be my successor as protector of this knowledge.” After agreeing to the terms of such knowledge, the man lived on and slowly began to spread hints and whispers of some knowledge in an attempt to gain pupils. World began to spread amongst the northerners of a library that held a great amount of knowledge. The man eventually had three pupils; a human northerner, a high elf, and a human from Oren.

The Setting of the Sun

Darkness fell over the land as a new beast threatened to cause havoc. The Undead conquered the North like the snow storms that dwelled there. Many lives were taken and the northern pupil wanted to fight alongside his kinsmen to protect his home. The pain burned inside him and he became enraged at the destruction that greeted his homeland. The other pupils tried to comfort the northern pupil, but nothing eased his pain. He asked his leader if he and the other pupils could join the fight against the undead but the leader immediately told him to find peace within himself instead of seeking it on the plains of war.

The pupil battled within himself for the pain to go away but he could no longer bear it. He knew what he wanted and he sought it. The northern pupil stood against the undead, as many others would soon do, but the power they held smote him from existence. The leader and pupils received word of his death but had to continue with what was before them. The leader began setting up structure to his plans. He set up what he thought was best for the times to come. The undead ravaged the land slowly making their way over each nation. The other human pupil fell with Oren. The human only sought power over others and suffered for it. The pupil was in the city writing the knowledge down when the undead wiped it out. Only one pupil remained.

The High elf pupil stayed as a pupil for some time. Even after the fall of Malinor, he did not leave the leader. Was it fear that the he would die that kept him faithful to leader or maybe his conscious brought him to doing “the right thing”. The sun was setting on Aegis and many were readying themselves for an escape. The leader boarded a ship but the pupil did not. The leader cried out to the pupil to come along but he didn’t move. He saw no point in delaying the inevitable. He knew from the time he received word of the other pupils’ deaths that he would be next. He faced the fire and destructions as he walked back to his old home. The leader had lost all of his pupils, his life was setting just as Aegis’ was and he knew that he needed to pass on the mantle.

The Eclipse

He could wait no longer. He began finding people who had nothing to live for. He gave them hope in themselves and in the races of the land. The leader knew he that he needed to find pupils but he had nothing to show those who bore the gift. Every so often there was an eclipse, a dark sign of what happened to the nations of old. It also served as a reminder of the rebirth of the people of Aegis in the new land of Asulon. The leader chose to use the eclipse as the reminder of the rebirth of the men and women dedicated to keeping the sacred knowledge of the land.

The eclipse was the source of his drive. In the times of the undead, he could feel the see the eclipse in its brief moments before attacks began. The new pupils who moved through the ranks would be dipped into the dark pools of ink from the squid on the coast. Then after fully dedicating themselves to the order, they would be covered in white powder and given unique red body paint. These pupils were to wear white robes, but after they became brethren of the order they would wear black robes and armour with unique ceremonial designs. The few that still live under the eclipses watch wait for its time to shine once more.

Purpose

The Arcane Chronicle is an order that collects and protects the knowledge of the land. From languages to poems or common construction to arcane processes, the Arcane Chronicle does what it must to keep the knowledge safe. Along with protecting knowledge, the members of this order help many in research of subjects from around the world. They study the stars, divine deities, and ancient powers of the world. They generally stay neutral but assist those who will not abuse the knowledge gained. Recently they have taken a turn for the worse, their new goals are hidden from the world as they await the solar eclipse. The new order is now ruled by a mysterious man only know as a prophet.

Beliefs

Though the order is primarily religiously strict, some religions and beliefs are accepted. These being, worship of Aeriel, or any other known Aengul and Daemon. In the earliest records of the order, members were animistic and worshipped the Moon. They followed the call of the moon as their will. They worshipped nature as an all powerful entity. Over time word spread of the Aenguls and Daemons. At first the order counted it as more stories amoungst men but over time the Aengul's and Daemon's works told them otherwise. The worship of nature was removed and now they merely see nature as one force of energy to be worshipped and controlled. They try to connect to the "stream" of energy and life around them. Some meditate in a calm area, while others meditate in the roughest forces of nature. Whatever allows them to open their senses to nature and its power.

Rules

1. Do not attack, nor kill other beings.

2. Do not release information of the order that is meant to be kept secret.

3. Always treat beings of the realm with the utmost respect.

4. Do not provoke violence and chaos.

5. Do not use magic outside of the sanctum.(or do not teach outside of the sanctum/order)

6. Do not steal anything.

7. Do not use anything to gain the upper hand (Do not powergame or metagame.)

Ranks

The Prophet of Elimaron leads the order and preforms the major duties within the order. He charts out when events of the order will take place. The High Chronicler is very atune with all types of information. In times past the High Chronicler was supposed to know all languages and cultural.

The High Archiver documents the history of the order and its members.

The duties of the members of order are as follows. These duties are given after members prove that they are dedicated to the order. The Grand Archiver takes over the guild as leader if the High Chronicler no longer is in the position. The Grand Archiver, collects books on the history of nations cities and towns for the library.

Elders or Paelarke are the council members of the order. There are seven elders in a council. The elders make the main decisions of the order that relate to issues within the order. The Elders all come from different positions and are the most knowledgeable and wise within the order. They can give orders to all members under the Grand Archiver rank. The Elders are seen as seers of the order. They decde where the order goes and what it does with the High Chronicler. The Elders Typically are near masters in their area of study. The elders of the order are known as the seven suns. They represent time and change figuratively(Seven "lights" of a day: Early and Late Dawn 2, Mid day, Early and late Dusk 2, Moon, Eclipse.)

Sentinels or Aelarke seek out information and supplies of the public. The sentinels journey to foreign lands and document their sightings. These men and women wear thin black robes with minor dark leather armour pieces. Their skin is painted white and they have unique red painted designs along their body.

Guardians or Arkeon stay at the sanctum protecting the order’s members and the information within it. Guardians are bound by honour but also hold themselves to a scholarly standard as protecters of knowledge. Though the guardians primarily work as guards, they pride themselves in studying of other cultures and languages. These men and women wear ceremonial armour at all times of duty and have their skin painted white with blue designs.

Eclimancers or Thalaki are people more atuned to the spiritual world. These people are typically animistic and feel the world around them. To stay in sync with the forces of nature, they wear a bandage over their bodies with seals. Eclimancers roam the lands feeling out the world and its power. They meditate within the forces of nature to become closer to the nature around them. Eclimancers study life, entities, and energies of the earth. A eclimancer believe that true power is on within nature rather than beings of the realm. Eclimancers are scholars of the stars. They wear clothes similar to what the eclipse looks like and usually have yellowish eyes due to the eclipses "rays" of energy. Eclimancers meditate in the shine of the moon or sun. Eclimancers have the unique have a special right to hold festivals on the eclipse for rituals and ceremonies of the order.

Associates or are minor members of the order and wear a red sash around their waist. They are now able to choose a duty as a guardian or sentinel but can stay as an associate of the order who can roam the lands. Associate can join other groups or guilds. Associates fill out the minor jobs of the order that must be done.

Pupils or Dami are merely in the process of learning how to do a specified job. These pupils study and meditate with their teacher. They can freely come or go. They have not yet sealed themselves to the order. Pupils receive lessons from an instructer within the high ranks.

Disciples are those who can be assisted by the order. Disciples are not necessarily members of the order. Disciples can be anyone that will respect the order and what it stands for. Nations, Cities, Towns, and Villages can become favored by the order and receive assistance.

Application

RP Name:

Shot Bio:

Age ((IC and OOC)):

What is thine favorite phase of the moon?

Doth ye have ties to a nation, city, or town?

Are ye willing to under go the eclimric ritual of the moon?

Doth ye believe in the power of the eclipse?

Why doth ye want to join?

Other info:

[The Zealot (Sir_Wyvernos) 248]

*The prophet walks out into the dimly lit streets of Alras and gazes at the moon with a calendar in hand. He reads it carefully and runs his finger across the parchment to an abrupt stop. A small grin begins to form on his face. "The Eclipse...It seems it is time once again" The grin slowly turns in to a chuckle, then great laughter. He walks slowly walks into a dark alley and his figure disappears within the darkness. A quiet voice is heard still laughing "black moon 'festival'..."