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located in Sevaecia, a part of The Knights of Artorias, one of the many universes on RPG.


A beautiful place with history forgotten.


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Character Portrait: Aeva Löfgren Character Portrait: Sevaecia
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Tyri was a bear of a woman. Tall and muscular like the men who trained in full armour, hair as dark and thick as the eye could see with ashed tips, and eyes as sharp and narrowed as any hawk. Beautiful in their own way, two-toned and rich in color, but Tyri earned her stripes, as she called them. The scars she bore, she'd tell the stories of how she'd received them to any one who would listen, and in great detail. She made it a point to tell every single detail, not bothering to leave out the grittiest aspects of it. Perhaps that was why Aeva admired the General, but she couldn't say exactly. Aeva had aspired to be like Tyri, at one point, but even with all the training she did as a youth could not help her achieve what Tyri had. And the General was nearing half a century in life, to say the least.

Whether it was because they were of different heritage—Tyri being born into the northeast near The Red Sands, and Aeva into the capital of Solaris—it was hard to say. Tyri often teased it was because she was of orcblood—everyone knew that was false, though.

"That'll be it for today, Löfgren," she spoke, straightening her posture out to her full height. Tyri was a few inches over six foot at this point in her life, but Aeva nodded her head, and placed the practice blade into its proper sheath by the barracks. Tyri followed suit, taking a drink from her waterskin before turning towards Aeva. "You'll need to prepare for the Passage, today. It begins at high noon," she stated, offering a sharp grin. Aeva resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and rolled out her shoulders, instead.

"I heard there are a large number of recruits for the Knights," she stated, accepting the waterskin Tyri offered and taking a drink from it. "Are you sure they were all hand chosen by the King?" she asked, wiping away a stray droplet of water from the corner of her mouth. Tyri huffed a light sound, the closest she'd ever come to sounding amused by something, and sighed through her nose.

"Aye," she replied in a nonchalant fashion. "Don't worry, though—they'll all be weeded out if any are unfit for the position after the Passage," she stated. Aeva nodded in way of reply. If she remembered correctly, over fifty people had been recruited, and out of those fifty, only handful had remained.

"I suppose it had a lot to do with your training," she stated, earning a snort from Tyri. Everyone knew the former General was no pushover. Her training regimes were considered extreme and old-fashioned, however; everyone who had made it past the training always turned out to be the best Royal Knights of Solaris. Shaking her head, Aeva followed Tyri towards the court. They would be assembling the recruits into the court in order to give them the details they needed for the Passage. Aeva already knew what that entailed; Tyri had given her the run down, but the others would also need to be informed before they started any kind of training.

"I'll meet you once the entrance ceremony is finished—I need to prepare for the speech before it starts," Tyri spoke, causing Aeva to nod her head. The Bear did not need to prepare for anything; she just wanted to get a drink in before anything else. But Aeva didn't mind. She was much too eager to think of anything else.