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[h1]The Order of Cinders[/h1]
"From flame, all shadows will scatter."[/center]
Our story is set in the world of Arilyth, a fictional world of my own making. You, the player characters, are members of an ancient organisation dedicated to the eradication of undeath in all of its forms. You accomplish this through might, determination, and fire. Your lives are sworn to this cause, a blood pact cauterised by the same fire some of you wield. You are among the world’s greatest warriors and hunters. The hunt is your life. The night is your domain. And your strength is your fire. You are the Order of Cinders.

The Order is four thousand years old, created in response to the scourge that was the first vamphiir. It has a nasty reputation for its brutal methods and pragmatic rationalisations. Yet, despite all of its criticisms, one cannot argue with their results (though some may say that the life of a necromancer isn’t worth burning down an entire village). You operate outside of the law. You answer to no one but the chain of command, at the top of which is Valla Dagan, a descendant of the founding father of the Order.

Being a hunter is dangerous business, especially when vamphiirs are concerned. You are not at the top of the food-chain. Members of the Order die often, and unfortunately there aren’t enough recruits to replenish the fallen and investigate all cases of undead across the world. Your numbers are dwindling, and you’re all spread so far and so thin, yet you received urgent commands to go to the port-city of Isamanca from Valla Dagan herself. Something sinister has made its home in the city.

And so this is where our tale begins. In Isamanca, on the Bay of Benamina…

Any questions, any queries, any interest is greatly appreciated! I’m hoping to get at least four or five before we start the roleplay.