FallenTrinity — Roleplayer Guild

Despite my years being in this world, I am still surprised by the growing kingdoms and easily entertained by the littlest thing.


Name:
Suleykaar
Age:
?
Blood%:
100%
Gender:
Male
Sex Preference:
Bi
Height:
13.5m
Length:
60m
Weight:
38 Tonnes
Physical appearance:
Shapeshifting Form: Suleykaar stands at a rather tall 6'8" and on the slender, fit side of things. His skin is more reformed scales to imitate skin as can be seen in its slightly scaly appearance and slightly reddish tint. His hair is of a deep red with black highlights, those highlights actually being his other horns. The two visible horns on his head are of a crimson color with black tips that seem to drizzle down into the red coloring. his left hand seems to be the most human despite the dark claw-like nails while the other is strictly a miniaturized version of his true claw. His skin is also very hot to the touch.
Apparel:
The clothing he wears when shapeshifted is that of a mage that is more form fitting until it comes to the bottom section of the robe where it breaks away at into two sections.
Personality:
One would expect a dragon of this caliber to have an extreme narcissistic, egotistical alpha type personality but he is a contrast to this in most ways. Age wise he is still a young dragon and can be seen in some of his interactions but despite this, he is quite smart and a bit of a condescending prick. His demeanor comes across as sly and unpredictable but this is his natural self. 
Faction:
Magoi
Pet:
Out of Jest, he considers his "partner in crime" Soron a pet, mostly to annoy him, sometimes to the point that they have fought each other (to which Suleykaar wins all the time).
Exp:
Having learned from some great dragons, dragon slayers and magic users alike, it was clear he had a slight affinity towards the natural energy. He has been training for over a thousand years and is still learning new things.
Spells:
Ignite-This is the first step to his grand attack, Hellfire. The scales on his body rise somewhat light quills as he releases his natural heat onto the battlefield in a flash of light. Now this "light" is technically light but rather the molecules in the air being super heated in an instant. While it does initially blind his opponents (and can be used by itself as its own attack) it is meant as a flow into his second attack, Devour.

Devour-Despite the name, what he is doing is using a little bit of wind magic, pulling the surrounding heated air into his direct vicinity as it is required for the final stage. While Ignite blinds (and possibly burns) the opponent, this creates a vacuum-like effect on the battlefield, causing opponents to suffocate but does not guarantee death.

Hellfire-While simultaneously heating the air up even more and condensing it down into a small ball, he breaths out a quick burst of fire into the center of the newly formed ball of air. The air is twisting and turning in all directions within this small vortex rather quickly, causing the molecules within the ball to heat up even quicker now. Suleykaar at this point is using the air as fuel or a lubrication in a sense, keeping the flames lit and oxygenated. This happens rapidly with a second and third flash as evidence of the rising temperatures. This second and third "ignite" adds insult to injury to his opponents as the second burns the eyes and the third burns the skin. By now the flames have reached nearly 4000 degrees Celsius, glassing the ground around him (roughly 10 meters circumference around his body). 15 meters past that, just about anything begins to melt instantly and another 20 meters out, anything caught within that area has a high chance of catching fire without much resistance. In order to prevent damage to himself (as this goes beyond the heat he is able to resist despite his heritage), Suleykaar layers himself in a thick coating of ice which is consistently being replaced with new layers as the old ones are burned away in the form of superheated steam that slowly trail away from him and onto the battlefield. Finally, when the flame is at its hottest (depending on whether or not he is in his shapeshifted form or true form) He ingests hellfire for only a couple of seconds before unleashing it outward onto the battlefield, glassing nearly whatever it touches. He has a minimum of two attacks in his arsenal but cannot be used back to back otherwise he will disintegrate during the second attempt. Hellfire is mostly used in his true form although he has simplified it for his shapeshifting form but at only half the temperature and damage. 

There are many ways around this attack. The biggest way around it is wait until the attack is over as he cannot do anything for sometime afterwards. Hellfire is very taxing on his body and magic so he is at his weakest then. Another is to attack him quickly if he begins the steps as the process to create this takes some time. The trouble will be getting by his other abilities but being limited to fire and frost and basic wind attacks make it easy for those who are of Tyro and Oro descent.

Field of Crystal: Using frost conjuration and manipulation, he layers the ground about 10 meters out with a think layer of ice. From this ice blooms crystalized flowers, spikes and other shrubbery to match that of a real field. 

Burning frost blast- Exploding outwardly from his mouth or hands (claws), a super cooled blast of air hits his opponent with massive force, causing small ice shards to penetrate his opponent while also numbing the body (pending the bloodline of said opponent).
Abilities/Powers:
Shapeshifting - his form
Heat & cold manipulation & conjuration
Fire & frost manipulation
Metal dense claws
Regeneration
Stone hard scales
Fire & frost breath
Metal dense teeth
Metal dense horns
Heat & Cold resistant scales
Binocular vision
Smell detection
Dragon wings & tail
Flight
Strength
Powerful strikes
Unyielding Will
Moderate Wind manipulation
Natural Magic Affinity

Weapons:
N/A
History:
Preferring to keep most of his life a secret, those who actually know of his past are kept in his small circle that include the ruler of Fotia. It is said however that he had once ruled the land but had stepped aside for Magnix after a full scale confrontation. He had left Fotia for some time in order to experience the world around him and had returned a more humble and kind dragonlord. He had learned magic from all over the world and some of which from other powerful dragons as well. When he returned, he asked for an alliance with Magnix and as a possible advisor to him, although knowing the man that would not be possible. 
Trivia:
Theme Song:


-A bit of a drinker and a smoker of the lands natural leaves, he is always seen with either a pipe in one hand or a glass of fine wine in another when in the city. He also has likes to show off his magic for the ladies (as he is a bit of a womanizer) in order to woo them to a nice inn for the night. 
-rather good lover



I will erase your existence and leave you as nothing more than a whisper in history...


Name: 
Soron Dragonbane
Age: 
89 
Blood%: 
40% Nayu, 20% Oro, 20% Sol, 20% Seraphim
Gender: 
Male
Sex Preference: 
Hetero
Height:
6'3" 
Weight:
230lbs 
Apparel:
Pictured Above 
Appearance:
He stands at a rather built six feet, 3 inches and a well worked two hundred and thirty odd pounds. His armor is nothing impressive but rather what lies underneath. Painted with scars like a violent canvas, this shows his history, remembering each and every one and what they represent. The most recent and memorable one crosses from his right shoulder to his left side hip, the one given to him by Suleykaar after he attempted to devour him. On his skin as well are runes which he uses in combat, each one carved into him and blessed, allowing them to be used. One on his throat which channels wind and fire, two on his feet, meant to channel earth, two on his wrists to channel water or lightning and a set of runes and words across the front half of his body to channel shadow magic.
Personality:
Despite his abrasive outer shell, he is quite the contrast. He likes to socialize but tends to be more of a listener than a speaker and uses his body for much of the conversation offering nods in agreement, shrugs when unsure and shakes of the head when in disagreement and tapping his finger when annoyed. As well as his body language, much of his feelings can be seen through his eyes as they do most of the talking. When he does speak it is brief but to the point and does not shy away from speaking his mind. One of his biggest pet peeves is actually his companion, Suleykaar as can be seen in their interactions. He relates Suls, as he calls him, as a 100ft spoiled brat, having to babysit him when about town so he doesn't cause to much trouble.

On the battlefield he is not too much different as he is a tactician, finding techniques and maneuvers that can better enhance his own fight or those he goes into combat with. He never yields in his strikes nor shows remorse. They are quick, efficient, precise and deadly, considering each stroke to be his last. This he had adopted as a young boy through intensive and brutal training regiments on and off the field though he preferred the field training as it had honed in his skills with a sword as well as his combative reflexes, now in life acting on instinct rather than muscle memory.

One thing is for sure. Should one attempt to harm Soron or his companion, heed this warning. He is violent and cold as a winter's storm and holds the wrath of a vengeful god. He has a dragon's will and an unyielding heart that will willingly sacrifice their own life and soul to defend what he believes in and those he cares for.
Faction: 
He has been for a long time a member of the Sureiya but has since left the organization. After his encounter with Suleykaar, he has moved more towards the Taxis, helping them abolish the abominations the world has sent loose on its people. He now bares a special and unique emblem on his armor. The flaming sword and green sun, combined into a one of a kind patch, one that pays homage to his past and what he currently believes in...The annihilation of what goes bump in the night.
Pet: 
Spirit, a little snow wyvern who stands a foot high and 3 feet long. He had found him in Gaia, in the forest of Lapis during its the season of frost. Spirit is a peculiar little specimen as it a bit unpredictable but not much to be too much of a nuisance. With its occasional chirps and mild screeches, Spirit has taken a warm welcome to Soron, considering him to be his little scaly brother. Soron has developed a few words specific to Spirit for commands:
Baruut (Burn/Breath) - This is used for Spirit to burn opponents
Frie (Fly) - This is used mostly for scouting or hunting
Ren (Return) - Self Explanitory
Sahied (stop) - Self Explanitory but sadly is one that Soron has trouble with. This is because of his little mischevious scaly brother, Spirit.

There are others that he uses but these are most used and heard coming from Soron. It is difficult for many to order Spirit around as it only recognizes Soron's voice and tone. However, Suley is known to mess with Soron since he can mimic Soron a bit, causing Soron to get easily annoyed with the red dragon.
Exp: 
Having come from a fairly violent past, he has mastered the art of combat, effectively bringing opponents down in shorter time than most. Time with the Sureiya further increased this when hunting large foes or predators like feral dragons and the like. At the same time he has learned about their body language, concluding whether or not it is simply guarding its territory or hunting for a meal. Effectively he could live in the wild for a long time should it ever come down to it. He can react on instinct and has honed his senses to the wild, allowing him to sense danger in a way. Just as he can read dragons and other predators or foes, he can read people, understanding their body language and when to say something or not to, helping with his social and combat related events. The use of magic and how to use it effectively with little effort also stems from this violent training as he does not have a incredibly strong soul. All of this combined, Soron is not one to be trifled with nor take head on, not without a couple of people to guard one's own hide.
Spells:
The Whispering Sword: 
This is used in conjunction with his onyx stones. He creates a dome of transparent magic (roughly 10 meters in diameter) that allows him to shadow step around the battlefield and nullify the sound within the dome. Now as he is not a full blooded Nayu, this requires runes to allow him the ability to shadow step without shadow stepping. These stones contain teleportation magic, leaving the dome to nullify any extra sounds that come from the stones themselves.
Runes: 
Considering that these runes are as powerful as magic, I'll let them take the place for any other spells.
Abilities/Powers: 
Poison resistance: 
Blood Trait
Blood consumption: 
Blood Trait
Night vision: 
Blood Trait
Bleed resistance: 
Blood Trait
Thick blood: 
Blood Trait
Bright light resistance: 
Blood Trait
Soul detection: 
Blood Trait
Tactician: 
Years of experience in battle have taught Soron about minimum effort, maximum effiecency. This can be seen in his fighting style and stance which is low and coiled, blade up and pointed with his left palm outward for magic. He has aptly named this The Basilisk Stance in reference to his fight against his first basilisk.
Rune use: 
His ability to use the runes on his body whether singularly or in tandem with another is honed thanks to his practice wit them at a young age and over the course of his life.
Instinct:
His weeks in Nero's deadlands and the predators that consider it home quickly increased his natural ability to react to situations under stress. This has also worked for his time amongst the people and in conversation, especially when it begins to go south.
Perceptive:
He can read people and creatures alike, understanding their habits and when they are angered, frightened, or on the hunt. He can also read the mannerisms of others to suggest what they are thinking.
Intimidating Aura:
This just seems to be a natural thing he has, he cannot explain why but he simply accepts it as it has saved him trouble many times.
Commanding Aura:
As well as his intimidating aura, he has this air about him that commands respect and gives off this authority like vibe.
Weapons: 
1x Two handed long sword forged from steel and silver and dipped in Basilisk venom for added effectiveness.
1x One handed sword made the same as his long sword.
2x silver/steel daggers
A few pouches of light and smoke powder meant for escape or distraction on the field.
A bag of stones, each containing runes of an element. Similar in the aspects of a grenade in their application.
A black bag of onyx gems, carved with the rune for shadow manipulation. Used for one of his techniques, "shadow dancing"
History:
Born within the lands of Nero, he has been surrounded by death for a portion of his life, just enough to remind him how important life really is. Growing up within a family of dragonslayers and mages, there was never a doubt that he wouldn't follow within his families footsteps. His family was a unique one as his great great grandmother was a mage and great great grand father a dragonslayer, having brought into this world a group of slayers whose specialty was in combative slayer magic. Unique in the aspect that most of the techniques required runes. Whether or not those runes were on inorganic objects or on their person mattered not. It was a technique that was passed about their little village of Basille, 10 miles northwest of Nero's known town, Twilight. When Soron was of age, around 5, he was given the opportunity to go through a special family tradition, the ritual known as the Trail of Nails. This required the work of a mage and healer, as well as a priest or shaman. Carved into the body were runes meant for dragon slaying, each imbued with a specific element. The throat, carved with a symbol for wind and fire to symbolize their calling to the profession and the fire of life that burned from within. The feet, etched wit earth, meant to symbolize their resolve for the trade and the idea of never losing one's ground in a fight, to battle to the death. The arms or wrists with water and lightning, to represent the grace and precision in each swing of the blade, painting the earth's canvas with crimson red from their instrument of death. Lastly, the front of their body with those of shadows. This was to never forget the darkness that they came from but a reminder for those who dare to face it.

The process was an excruciatingly painful one but one that would allow him to bare the name Dragonbane, otherwise, he would have been simply known as Soron of Basille as what had happened to his uncle Pyre of Basille. With this completed, he would begin training in the art of dragonslaying, the art of war. He would also be paired with a young girl for who he would wed and continue the line of Dragonslayers. Her name was Ariel. A sweet and kind girl born into a mage family. Her hair was like autumn. Red with bits of yellow and orange to give it a distinctive look. He had fallen in love with this girl and as he trained and grew, so did she and as such the relationship with each other. by the age of 21 he was due to be wed on a cool spring night. But it was this night that would seal their fate. Hours before the wedding ritual, a few basilisk had terrorized the small village, plummeting into chaos. Amidst the chaos, he had watched in horror and anger as his soon to be was ripped in half and devoured by the basilisk, never to be seen again. A few days had gone by when the attack happened and some of the surviving members of the village went out in search of the serpents responsible for the destruction...None returned.

As the pain and distraught subsided, something emerged from within...An anger none in his village have ever witnessed. His fire from within became a maelstrom of wrath and vengeance. When no one else dared to step up he stood, leaving these words to echo through history. "Those...things...They have reaped what they have sown. I will go, I will claim what is mine. Kill them? Neigh...I will massacre them, I will rip each scale from their dreadful hide, I will tear each fang out one by one until they learn of the wrath they truly brought upon themselves. I WILL LEAVE THIS CREATURES AS NOTHING MORE THAN A WHISPER IN THE PAGES OF HISTORY! With this, he gathered his things and made way for the deep ruins of Nero. Many close calls came from this travel. Smaller predators attempting to devour him but none to succeed. He was quick, careful and always weary about his surroundings. This kept him on his toes, never to trust what laid behind a bush or what slithered above. Weeks would go by and he had survived thus far of fthe land and with what little it could provide. One day, he had come across a cave, one that held the tattered remains of a beautiful emerald gown, one stained with blood and the sweet scent of his Ariel. He yelled into the mouth of the abyss, challenging whatever reared its ugly head from its darkness. 

Eyes glowed...
The hissing death approached...
Fangs dripped wit ha viscous goo...
Its new prey had arrived...
It reared back, coiled and ready to strike...
Eyes unwavering...
Will undying...
Nerves steeled as the memories of his precious Autumn gem projected across his vision...
They circle each other...
Only the screech of a small wyvern signaling the battle...

Noone knows what had happened that night, but many suspect that the fight lasted hours into the night. The village was beyond surprised when he had returned with not only his life, but the head of that dreadful beast. He vowed on that day that he would protect those of the lands from these scaled demons of the land, the sea and the air. Word had gone throughout the lands from Nero to the far reaches of Gaia, only to be picked up by Sureiya, the group of dragonslayers known for taking on feral dragons. They welcomed him and for some time he had walked shoulder to shoulder with them, his brothers in arms. It wasn't until rumors of a dragon as large as a lake were running through the lands of Fotia. It was "terrorizing" the nearby villages and towns above the main city. A large reward was placed on its head and many from the group attempted to take on this dragon but none returned, much like his time in Basille. Once again he rose to the challenge and made way for Fotia's largest mountain, Dragon's Peak.

Months a few weeks had pssed as he traveled to the mountain top, taking on a few small feral dragons along the way. Finally, when he reached the supposed layer of the dragon he was taken back by the beast. It spoke, quite elegantly. He was confused but nonetheless made a vow to rid the world of demons like him and so he attacked. The battle was once again long and grueling but surprisingly ended in a stalemate. Soron in the mouth of the beast and the beast, who he now considers a companion, Suleykaar, ready to end the life of Soron with one bite. Suleykaar could continue his onslaught but Soron was badly wounded and dying so Suley made a proposal, he would spare his life if Soron swore an Oath to remain with Suleykaar for the rest of his days and never to kill another dragon unless in self defense for him or another. A life for a life. Reluctantly, Soron agreed to the terms and he yielded, the first time ever in his long life. At the age of 50 he had made this truce. With it also came the end of his dragonslaying days. He never did turn in his patch to the Sureiya, holding onto it as a reminder of grand days on the field. However, he still needed to make a living, so he decided that it would be best ot put his experience into a group known as Taxis, an entity that was similar to the Sureiya in the aspect of defense against demons but different demons, demons that were everywhere, including the cities and towns. He would provide security for trade routs and caravans, nobles and the occasional commoner who could afford it.

The rest of his life is a mystery as the pages have not been written yet. Who knows what Soron's future holds. Will he live a full, happy life? Or will he die at the hands of the dragon or worse? Those that know weave the strings of fate and will tell those who know Soron when it is time to cut the strings...

Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that
-Soron has a soft spot for Spirit so he has been known to speak to spirit as if he was a little child. It is adorable but is easily embarrassed by it as he is a man with a tough outer shell.
-Soron keeps a journal full of pictures and memoires of his journeys, as well as old task sheets and flyers he did for work. In the front page of it reads "In Memory of Ariel, May Our Souls be Bonded in the Afterlife" and "If you find this with my body, bury me and bring this to someone who can make a book of this. Any money made from it is to go to my next of kin should I have one."
-He has named his blades Ariel and Basille, after his home and his love.
-He has ideas for new weaponry, one of which involves explosive magic and small, metal arrows, all confined in a metal barrel of sorts.
-He loves to draw
-Soron has gained extensive knowledge about the wild and its inhabitants, able to pick out different dragon species and their behaviors.



“To know that you do not know makes you stronger. To think you know when you do not weakens you. Recognize this and you will become mightier than the strongest of champions."



Grand Master Qobo Milah, Founder and Sage of Qobo-milah, art of the swift palm



Name: 
Grand Master Qobo Milah
Age: 
198
Species: 
Descended
Blood%: 
80% Seraphim, 20% Sol
Gender: 
Male
Sexual Preference: 
Celibate
Height:
5' 10"
Weight: 
140lbs
Physical appearance:
Qobo, despite his old and frail look, is quite physically fit, having honed his body into such peak performance over decades of studying and training, experimenting with different techniques and styles he had read about and witnessed through the years as students came and went. His body has also earned many scars on his body from training with Sophia and the others. His age is shown however on the parts people can see when clothed. His bald head, his long beard and mustache, topped with long eyebrows give off wisdom and experience life has given him. Now one must look past his physical form to see what else life had blessed him with. Those who have earned Siid Miin (Dovah for Third eye, or as the monks call it the inward eye) can see the vast soul he has, once again built up and disciplined through training the mind, body and soul. With it he gives off a presence of wisdom, respect and sometimes fear. He tends to keep his eyes somewhat closed, unless surprised, irritated or angered. He is seen with long drab on, walking with assistance by cane. When combat or training however, his movements don’t seem as worn through age, precise and graceful with a fluidity only gained through hard training. 
Apparel:
He seems to wear what is akin to a hakama, draped over his shoulders a haori and sandals. His cane, or wooden staff, is actually a self contained bladed weapon contained in a wood spell that only releases when he wills it to.
Personality:
Despite old age, he holds a sage like aura around him and can be seen in his actions towards the much younger monks in training as he always offers insight into a situation or counseling when one’s emotions get the better of them. The saying “the youth is our future” fits his treatment of them. He still is a kid at heart, playing with the younger ones and reminding them that being a child is fine and only when it is time they will know when to grow up. To his peers or those close to his age, he is friendly and just in his decision making and counsel with them when it is time for the next young one to begin the Trail of Sight.

When it comes to Sophia, he sees her as a mother figure, having been the first one who she has taken under her wing for guidance, morals and values. He is very protective of the temple, just as much as he is protective of her and is willing to sacrifice his body and soul to protect both.
Occupation: 
Grand Master of Mindah Tarvitaan, Temple of the Knowledge Seekers
Faction:
None
Pet: 
Druulo, is a small golden drake that Qobo keeps around the library. He stands 8 inches tall and about a two feet long.
Exp: 
Has been training his mind, spirit and body all his life at the monastery except for the trail of sight, which sent him through the world in order to help build his resolve. He learned other styles of combat through the Fotian fighting pits and  his own style based off of Sophia’s swift movements through the library. He has been trained to handle most weapons but prefers a sword. One crafted by his own design, meant to incorporate his magic and some of his soul essence. In time  he had learned how to manipulate his soul to the point that magic use was almost unneeded by him but rather used to assist him and remind him how chilling the world can be with their violent magic.  He uses his soul’s energy for combat rather than magic, only using it when in dire situations or when those refuse to give up their arrogance. His combative skills are remarkable to say the least. He has learned enough about the body’s anatomy and where the main arteries and vital strike zones are. His precision in these zones is high.
Spells: 
Qobo-Milah:  Named after its creator, it requires a large soul presence within the user, it heightens senses, increases their agility, dexterity, speed and strength. Is usually used in collaboration with the inward eye and a blade.
Touch of Tranquility: A five pressure point strike meant to incapacitate his opponent with one move. It’s notable mid level chime sounds are the only recognition of the attack.
Inward eye - Channels the soul from within, allowing him a vision beyond vision, capable of seeing actual level of power within someone as well as vital organs. It also able to slow the world around them by heightening their own ability to register movement.
Center Pulse: This condenses the aura into a small projectile meant to explode outwardly in the form of a cone.
Intimidating aura: As vast as his soul is, he has been able to keep its aura skin close unless it is needed to set another student or monk in their place for getting out of line or to hopefully resolve conflict outside of the monastery. It is an aura of power and killer intent, honed in by years of training and dedication and used mostly as a warning or for disciplinary actions.
Burning Aura: Using his center chi, he can heat up the area around him in a 5 meter radius, catching whatever it comes into contact with on fire.
Breath of Life: This move is more of a healing spell, specifically, a revival spell and only few know this within the temple and none outside of it.The user presents to the fallen person a part of his spirit which cannot be restored. Once it leaves the the user's body, it is immediately materialized into the form of a soul shard which is then plunged into the deceased, almost instantly reviving them. However, depending on how “far” their soul had drifted from their body, it has a 50/50 chance of success. The user will also feel this effect as it does age them by at least 5 years and will feel fatigued and drained for sometime. 
Abilities/Powers:
Portal jumping. 
Portal sensing. 
Portal conjuring. 
Ghost vision.
Angelic wings. 
Air walking. 
Halo light.
Soul detection.
Bright light resistance.
Dexterity
Flexibility
Double Jointed
Perfect Balance
Master’s Precision
Perceptive
Natural Magic Affinity
Weapons: 
A soulbound, transmutation bo staff, capable of transforming into whatever weapon or item that Qobo needs at the time. Most of the time it is used as a walking cane or sword.
History: 

Five years old. Five years old was Qobo when he had been left by the people of the village below who believed that Sophia, dragon of knowledge was evil and corrupted. But this was not the case. For years she had left her library open for those pursuing knowledge of life and its inhabitants, power that offered prosperity and peace. But sadly, those who found it used it for destruction and enslavement of others, to which Sophia, in disappointment, sealed herself within her library, never to be seen again. But there were a few whose wish was to simply learn from those shelves of infinite knowledge with the hopes to one day pass it on to the very select few who were deemed worthy. These monks began building a temple next to the library itself, seeing Sophia as a Dragoness of wisdom and perception, of intelligence and advice. It was these monks of peace that had found the young crying child near the gates of the library during morning prayer. Alone the boy would not survive and would die in the frigid air of the Gaia mountain tops and so they took him in as one of their own. Young Milah, the name he was known as throughout the temple, begun learning the basics of life. He was taught to speak, respect others, honor promises and most of all, love. To love what the gods have given him and to reciprocate that love to others. He had also begun training in the Tyronian martial arts as a start into his training of the body as his studies and consistent prayer trained his mind and spirit.

By the time he had reached the age of fifteen, he was old enough to assist in the construction of the temple. Amidst the construction of the temple, his curiosity of the world below started to grow as those from the village came to visit, wondering what the fate of the child had become. Surprised to see he was alive and well, he was offered to return to the village, to which he refused. Even his parents had visited and pleaded with him to come back. “I was given up as a child of sacrifice and now I have come to embrace what I once thought as an unacceptable action. I am a child of sacrifice, as much as my brothers and sisters here. My dear mother and father, you are more than welcomed to visit me as much as you wish but i will not return to where i was once cast out.” Reluctantly, his parents had agreed to this and had for some time come to visit but the visits became seldom and soon scarce as time progressed. He was twenty by the completion of the temple. A beautiful temple it was. A grand room for prayer to Sophia and what she stood for, living quarters which were meek and simple as well as a sand garden, waterfalls for meditation and plenty of space for training. Soon, Sophia awoke and saw what the monks had created, peeking her interest. She came into the temple under the guise of a wandering traveler, a descendant who had found this mysterious temple out of luck. 

Sophia had been greeted by the young Milah as her first interaction with the outside world in a long time. He had seen this mysterious woman and greeted her with warm, open arms. As he showed her around, she asked him questions about the temple, about the monks and what they do. He explained that the monks watched over the temple before, during and after the creation of the temple and they were there to simply seek knowledge. But she did not believe him. So she asked him “You monks have been protecting the great library for many years. What fuels your resolves? How can i be as strong as you?” As they overlooked the mountain scaped that painted their view, he glanced over at her with a smile. A young man of only 20 years, responded to the hidden dragon of knowledge with one thing and one thing only. “I don’t know.” Confused, she pushed the matter, feeling that there was some hidden ambition. “What do you mean you do not know? You do not know how to make me stronger?” He turned to her with a sage like tone and responded. “To know that you do not know makes you stronger. To think you know when you do not weakens you. Recognize this and you will become mightier than the strongest of champions.” She had found her resolve within this young boy and with him, revealed that she was the Dragoness of knowledge. With this, the gates to the library opened once again and a celebration was in order. 

Skipping ahead a few years, Qobo was much older and wiser, having trained more with the monks and under the wings of Sophia, having learned many magical spells, both of the light and of the dark. He had furthered his experience with fotian martial arts as well as Gaian and Tearianas styles. But during these years, he had noticed that Sophia turned those away who searched for knowledge within the library and so he began questioning her. Having become exhausted by the questions he asked and iIn order to quench his thirst for knowledge, he had sent him out into the world to learn of the reason why. This had become known to future monks as the Trail of Sight. This trail had set the foundation for monks or better yet, soon-to-be monks to complete their training.

He had traveled down the mountain and into Gaia where he met a group of dragonslayers known as the Sureyia, men and women who enjoyed the hunt and sport of killing dragons. Within this time, he had met a famed dragonslayer known as Soron Dragonbane, Slayer of the Basillie Basilisk. When he spoke to him, he had looked into his eyes and saw hate and anger, too much for someone as young as him. This had hit him hard, believing no one as young as him should ever need to experience what he did at such an age. Soon enough he had traveled to Fotia where he had been thrown into the pits to fight. During his time in the fighting pits, he had met many souls whose stories where as vast and as interesting as the books of the library. After a few years, he had earned his freedom and traveled to Vrondi, Tearianas and finally Nero, the place where he finally came to his conclusion.

He made his venture back to the temple to find Sophia awaiting his return.

“I have seen slayers of dragons, taking only the satisfaction in killing one to gain fame. I have been to the pits of fotia, witnessing the atrocities tyroians find pleasure in and have seen the murderous eyes of madmen. Sophia, dragon of knowledge and wisdom, the world is not yet ready to see for they cannot see themselves “ Sophia remained silent.

“Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. Now you understand this phrase, don’t you...Then you know what needs to be done”

“By guarding this knowledge, we protect the world from itself.”

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