They are after us. Damn him, why did he do what he did? And now we run, run away from the Knights of the Order whose sole purpose is to hunt us down. They say we are unstable. They say that we want to destroy innocent lives. They say all sorts of cruel, horrid things. It's infuriating. It's terrifying. I write this now to plead for help, beg you to assist my small group in order to survive. But first, I must tell you what happened:

"Fiar didn't know what he was doing. Ever since he had pacted with Diamenta, he was spiraling out of control. Why he chose to pact with a demon like Diamenta is beyond me, but he did. He suffered, more than any of us most likely. As each day passed he turned into himself, grew thinner, and his eyes became as wild as the feral dogs which hunt on the steppes. And then that day. That day where he heard, from some stranger or however he heard it, that his family was destroyed by that town's leader due to their inability to pay taxes. Fiar went into a rage. He didn't listen to us. He called that demon to him and they both went to have vengeance on that village. By the next day, the Town of Field was nothing but a sooty black spot on the land. The Knights came. They came and killed Fiar, and, along with him, Diamenta. We may be free of the demon's tarnished soul, but now the Knights are after us."

I suppose I understand why they are hunting us so, for we are of the pacted, a small group of humans who have forged strange and grotesque bonds with the strongest of beasts. With this comes immense strength, a strength which allows us to hold our own against a small army of knights. With this comes increased stamina and reflexes, taking us through the most horrendous of battles. With this comes the exile, us pacted who are no longer trusted by even our families, no longer considered human. With that comes the solitude and resilience we must bear. However, these pacts do not come quite as simple as that, the beast of the pact has a price, a most precious price. They may choose to take away our sight, our speech, our hearing. They may choose to demand our beauty, our wit, our intelligence. They may even choose to take from us our ability to eat, age, or love. It could be anything. So here we stand; scarred ghosts of our former selves, pacted with immense strength and capabilities yet stripped of what was most precious to us. We survive, yet that simple fact of survival is being threatened. Now we must fight against the Knights, and that is where I plead for your help. After all, without the assistance of the fellow pacted, all is lost.

-No Godmodding
-Refrain from using cliches. This roleplay requires creativity and twisting to remain interesting!
-Minimum post length of a paragraph. Also, be courteous to the fact that same don't want to read a wall of text about you examining your fingernail.
-Do not use a beast that another person has already claimed. Stretch yourself!
-Beasts, for that matter, are mythological creatures and inhuman. (i.e. dragons, gryphons, phoenixes, basilisks, etc)
-For your pact price, be creative with it. I like to be mind blown. And don't use the same thing someone else has, this should be unique!
-Pertain to the times of the world (i.e. medieval)

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