The Bard's Story

So... You want to hear a story, do ye'? Well... Gather 'round, and let me tell you of one of my favorite stories... "The Scar in Time." Unlike other stories, the heroes weren't knights in shinning armor, or princes rescuing princesses. No... The Scar in Time is a story of tragedy, the story of a kingdom falling, a brotherhood disbanding, 7 heroes who embark on a quest to save the Realm... Now, the tricky thing of this story is; where do I start? Time is a funny thing, it can be bent, and even broken... So is the beginning REALLY the beginning...? Or is it the end...? And after the end, what comes after?

Well, you may hear this story told one-million different times, by one million different people, whom may start it from one-million different places... But this is where I believe the story starts: It all started... With a Brotherhood.
A Brotherhood... Of Thieves.



In the city of Alvion, where or story takes place, Knowledge has always ruled supreme. Now, I trust you are as smart as you look, and have already learned the story of the Fall of Alvion, aye? Good! Now... Where was I? Ah! Yes. The Brotherhood of Thieves: A powerful organization with its roots deep in Alvion. In fact, it is the Brotherhood's doing that the city still stands... But that's another story. For thousands of years the Brotherhood stood watch over the kingdom of Alvion; Acting as its guardian within the shadows. For to the Brotherhood, knowledge was everything, and Alvion was the capital knowledge. But, where does the name Brotherhood of Thieves comes from? Excellent question! Because of the Brotherhood's thirst for knowledge, they were known for acquiring it in any way possible. By bribe, trade, theft, even murder... Even though Alvion is the home of the Brotherhood, its reach stretches well into the Real.

For 3000 years the Brotherhood has begged, borrowed, and stole for its knowledge. Warbands of thieves and assassins would wonder across the world in search of knowledge, gold, and other treasure. But this time, the Brotherhood had bitten off more than it could chew...

The night of Alvion was cold, and silent. It was almost midnight, the time the others would start arriving at the meeting place. On top of the roves of the houses of the Upper-Class portion of the city, north of the Ports, was the place where the rest of the Warband would meet. On top of the meeting place, ever vigilant, stood Ajax -covered in his red hood and cloak-, resting on a chimney stack on the flat roof he and his apprentice, Korina, waited on. The both of them had been waiting for a little over 2 hours. While Ajax had waited longer for his warband, he could tell Korina was getting restless, and wanted them to get here sooner.

Standing like a statue, Ajax looked over to his apprentice, speaking lightly under his breath to her:
"They will be here any moment. You must be patient, especially if you are to ever surpass me some day..." He spoke softly, almost at a whisper.

Even though the Warband had been together for a few weeks, this was their first real job together. In his mind Ajax had already laid out the plan. He simply waited for the rest of his recruits to get there. Despite being with recruits before, he had never been a Master of them... The leader of his warband. Against his wishes he had been put into this position by the Master of Shadows. He knew it was an important job, but never had the master assassin thought in his wildest dreams he would babysit a group of 6 children, barly able to hold swords compared to his mastery of swordplay.

"What are you anxious for, apprentice? This is only a simple heist, not a complex shill. Speak, what is on your mind?" He asked his apprentice.

Unlike the others, Ajax had an interest in Korina... She was talented, if not the most talented, out of the others. But then again he had never seen any of the others on the job, and it was time to fix that. He was going to push them to the limits with this job...