Unicorns, also known as Einhorns, were once populace across all of Hyboria. They lived on all three of the major continents and even had a small population in Thraa before the Crystal of Truth was damaged by the Skeksis. The division of the Crystal of Truth into the Dark Crystal and the Shard of Division seems to have adversely effected their numbers, and they disappeared from Fantasia some 900 trine ago.
While is not known what aspect of the Crystal’s damage brought about their disappearance from Fantasia or their reduction in numbers in Eternia and, specifically, Faron Woods, their ultimate demise in Hylia can be linked directly to King Haggard, the ruler of Hagsgate in southwestern Hylia. It is said that he captured or killed all of the unicorns in Hylia for his own selfish purposes with the help of his thrall or familiar, the Red Bull. The nature of his relationship with this entity is unknown.
The unicorns were directly linked to the Crystal, in both its versions, through their alicorns. While the Crystal controlled the magical wellbeing of the world, the unicorn’s existence was the direct link between Hyboria and her celestial bodies; most importantly the sun. The sun will continue to rise so long as one living unicorn remains in Hyboria.
The last two unicorns were living in Faron Woods until recently when Blix, the Goblin Captain in service of the Lord of Darkness found them and was able to kill the stallion and cut off his alicorn. The mare fled, and it is unknown where she has gone.
The End
The observation platform at the top of the Ivory Tower afforded a view that went on for miles and miles and miles; from the Dragontail Mountains in the north and west, to the forests and rivers of the east, beyond the river in the south all the way out toward the Swamp of Sadness and Riverwood. The shimmering light of the tower cast dim light over the countryside for miles in the waning light of the day and glittered along the surface of the Fantasia River below like a million fireflies shimmering over broken glass.
Before them stood the Herald of the Childlike Empress, his beard thin and gray, the ridge upon the top of his head his most prominent feature. He looked grave, sad and tired, and somehow hopeful as he gazed down upon the gathered heroes below.
He offered a weak yet inviting smile.
“Friends, the Empress extends her gratitude for your coming.” Cairon said as he scanned the crowd. Gathered before him were the greatest heroes in all Hyboria, heroes summoned from all corners of the world to the call of the Childlike Empress. A murmur rolled through the crowd like the babble of a brief rapid and then was gone. “For those of you who do not know, the unicorn stallion has been slain by the Lord of Darkness. Darkness has made a fortress for himself inside of the Great Deku Tree, all the way on the other side of the world, and no doubt his Goblins are taking the alicorn there now. I cannot impress upon you how important it is that the mare is found and made safe, and the Lord of Darkness does not get his hand on the stallion’s alicorn. Great heroes, this is imperative, though it is not our only peril.”
Cairon paused and wet his lips, his eyes jumping from face to face, scanning the crowd below.
“There…there is a blight upon the land, a withering much like that which has turned Thra into a deserted husk of its former glory. This…Nothing…that is coming upon us, threatens to swallow up everyone and everything. It seems to be connected to the mysterious illness that has weakened the Empress, and I fear there is little time left to our disposal in which to save her and all of Hyboria.”
Cairon turned momentarily and watched as a boy, not really a child but not quite a man yet, stepped up to the platform to join him. A cashmere tapestry was folded in his hands as he looked grimly down from their elevated platform to the heroes below. The herald motioned him to stand side-by-side.
“Atreyu has listened to the words of the Empress.”
The boy, Atreyu, stepped forward. He looked solemn, not afraid but…concerned.
“The Empress has divided you all into three warrior bands.” Atreyu said after a deep, steadying breath.
“The first band shall be Yam the Dwarf, Tuto the Gnome, Greko the Green, Ro Aleron the False Knight, Lelith Iathrana, and Rumble of Hunger. She has tasked you with retrieving the stallion’s alicorn, either from Blix or the Lord of Darkness himself, and returning it here.
The second band shall be Shavaris Arnuanna, Ralik Two Knives, Johnathan Krembleback, Aoe the Bard, and Kerwyn of Eternia. She has tasked you with finding the mare, the last of her kind, and keeping her safe from harm, lest all of Hyboria should die with her.
The last band shall be Jek Utinni, Losath the Gith, Brevon the Chosen of Light, Chuba Treewalker Kashikatake, Atoh the Dragon Speaker, and Orin Willowthorn. She has tasked you with retrieving the Shard of Division and the Triforces of Courage, Wisdom, and Power, that the Dark Crystal and the Shard may be reunited into the Crystal of Truth.
Will Greko the Green, Brevon the Chosen of Light, and Kerwyn of Eternia step forward?”
Atreyu’s eyes left the crowd as he edged up to the top step of the platform and began unfolding the cashmere tapestry. Slowly, with gentle reverence, he pulled from the cloth three AURYN medallions, holding them up by the leather they were to be worn by while handing Cairon the tapestry they’d been concealed in. Cool wind crawled up over the ledge of the platform that comprised the summit of the Ivory Tower and prickled the skin of all that were gathered in witness as Atreyu handed the three medallions forward.
“AURYN has chosen you three as the medallion bearers on your separate quests. AURYN’s gift is great. AURYN will listen to you, sometimes giving you aid in trying times, and will allow the bands to communicate with each other from time to time. Protect AURYN at all times and never lose it and remember that sometimes courage goes further than all else.”
Atreyu smiled as he handed the AURYN medallions forward, then slowly backed away, stepping past Cairon to face the crowd below one last time before turning and going back into the Ivory Tower.
“The Childlike Empress wishes you all to know that her support goes forth with you, and that AURYN will help you along your way.” Cairon said as all attention returned to him. The smile brightened a bit. “Are there any requests for aid before you depart on your journeys?”
Lelith inspected the so-called heroes of Hyboria, she was one among them now. She must have made a name of herself without truly realizing the extent of it if the rulers of the material plane knew of her and called for her specifically. Her expression remained neutral and hidden under her magical cloak, her icy and glowing gaze was certainly less than friendly when it fell upon the revenant and the half-elf. Fortunately for them, they were not paired with her lest something unfortunate befell them after their mission was successfully accomplished. The rest were a wonderful mix and match from all of Hyboria.
She had heard a familiar name among the ones who will accompany her in locating the mare, Greko from the Farron Woods. The Lizardman wasn't someone she had shared much with besides greetings and foes that would threaten his forest. Still, she respected his dedication to his home. He was the only one offered a silent greeting. She did not ignore the rest, of course, she was merely passive and didn't often take the initiative when she felt it was unnecessary.
Somewhere in the crowd stands a hooded figure. His skin is pale, and he has a long black coat that covers most of his body. He pulls down his hood when Carion addresses the group of adventures. He purposefully stands to the side, trying not to get surrounded all at once. He has red hair with a little beard and moustache on his face. He looks extremely tired, as if he didn’t sleep well the night before. While Carion is talking to the bands, Johnathan looks to see some familiar faces. He sees soldiers that he met on battlefields, an old business friend from his village and a lot of strangers he didn’t trust yet. When Carion asks what aid his band could need before setting off, Johnathan thinks deeply for a minute. He turns to the other members of his band, curious of there capabilities.
Well I suppose we are gonna work together, for now at least. I don’t know what each of you can do, or why you were chosen. So let’s get the introductions out of the way, shall we. My names Johnathan and I have access to some magic, mostly enchantment and illusionary. I was there when the unicorn was attacked.
"Oooo! Oooo!" Muffled grunts of excitement shiffted through the crowds. A tiny figure, about 3ft in height, cloaked in fur so thick it could make the harshest winters feel like a plesant summer breeze. Where his face would be under the hood is a wooden bluish-white mask with two large holes for eyes, gently shimmering with a blue glow from within.
Before Cairon had concluded his speach, Tuto was already skipping about the crowd, waving and weaving in between legs. So many new people! So many new sights! He had hardly gotten used to any of it yet, and the prommise of adventure didn't give him a good reason to stop. At least, until he caught the sight of someone who did not look as excited as he was. Lelith. That was her name. She was going to be on this jurney with him. A new friend! And so fast...Tuto couldn't waste any time. He sped as fast as his legs could carry to the half-elf, dancing and waving both of his arms at her. "Ooo!" He greeted.
Chuba Treewalker Kashikatake stands firm in her worn brown cloak, with her hood down and a large stone warhammer and stone mace strapped to her back. Standing 7'4" tall, she easily sees above the others as she listens intently to those who summoned her. She notices some of the other similarly-summoned heroes glancing around, looking for friends or acquaintances. She continues to stare forward, knowing that she knows none there.
She notes the names of the others in her band: Jek, Losath, Brev--im, two others. At any rate, she'll get to know them later. She hopes they will prove themselves worthy, just as she hopes to do the same.
Greko the Green slowly walked into the throne room hunched over a bit with the aid of his walking stick. He looked around and saw the quiet ranger who shared a fire with him once or twice while aiding him to defend the Farron Woods where he lived. He smiled and nodded to Lelith, he believed her name is and continued walking towards the front of the room. As he shuffled through the crowd he smiled and nodded to Ro looking polished in their armor. He came all this way not to help save the realm but to aid the younglings that were destined to win the war vs the darkness.
As the Herald speaks Greko notes the names of those in his group. He smiles when he hears the names of 2 he knows but is surprised when Atreyu named him as a medallion bearer. He is not just advising the younglings paired with him but now carries this burden for his group.
She holds back from the crowd, the pale girl in her leathers, trying her best to hide her face as she listens to the ones on the tower. Why did she come? This wasn't like her, and why was she even summoned? Had no idea how they had her name, it should have been her sister. But they clearly stated her name, Shavaris Arnuanna, so here she was. The amount of heros, as they were apparently called, was staggering. She has never been near so many people in her life. Looking at the other faces, most seemed to feel unease as she did, but things change once the unicorns are mentioned.
What? The stallion has been killed? She hadn't even known, how had she not heard of this? Yes, the resolve in her strengthens, she is there to do what she can to help. As they list off those that are in her band, all foreign, she wonders how she will find them all? Kerwyn, that is the man that is apparently their leader? Well, when people start moving, she guesses she'll head that way.
Ro Aleron stands amongst the crowd in full plate mail and a longsword strapped to his back. Being surrounded by so many people nearly makes Ro buckle under the pressure. Luckily, he'd been standing for so long that his legs have seemingly locked in place. Ro takes a deep breath in an attempt to recompose himself. A small, muffled voice emits from a black book strapped behind Ro's waist, "Calm down Ro, this is everything you've been working towards. Stand proud!"
Kazek, Ro's sentient spellbook, was right. For the past decade, Ro had been working tirelessly to build a name for himself. Now, with the aid of his close friend, Kazek, Ro stands amongst heroes of the realm. And he was one of them. He was a hero...
Ro straightens up, standing 5'6'' tall. His violet eyes fixated on Cairon and Atreyu as he listens to their speech. As three of the heroes walk up to receive AURYN's medallion, Ro spots a familiar face: Greko the Green. He recalls their time together as they tried to defend the Stallion; remembering the brilliant light the lizardman would emit. As Ro gathers with his appointed band, he recognizes another familiar face: Yam. He had met her when he was still a child. It was during some dwarven peace talks if he had recalled correctly. Ro lets out a small smile, wandering if the old dwarf would be able to recognize him. As Ro waits for the rest of his group to collect, he looks at the other two bands.
His smile widens as he sees other familiar faces. He sees the bard, Aoe, who had onced performed a magnificent show for him retelling epic battles of old. He also spots Ralik Two Knives and chuckles, wondering if the sign post from back then had left a lasting scar on the man's face. Lastly, Ro feels a small pit form in his stomach as he sees a female, elven figure with brunette hair and a streak of blonde. Although he had never exchanged names with her, the two made their acquaintance in The Wandering Woods. Ro winces a bit, recalling the unique things she'd come up with to berate his poor swordsmanship. Nonetheless, it was all in good fun.
Although anxious at first, Ro was pleased to see that so many people he had met in the past would now be the ones Hyboria was coming to rely on. They were all good people and that brought comfort to Ro.
Aoe stood silently king white hair framing eyes of age and all the telltale signs of pampered living: a scent only maintained by regular bathing, and the posture and mannerisms of preparatory education. Aoe possessed a gentle smile ever present across his visage, comfortable with both turmoil and frivolity from a lifetime of travel, as well relations from all facets of society. The group as a whole looked… well, not much like a whole. His years in courtly life revealed to him some faces of apprehension, others of aggression, still others of confusion, and some of conviction. He leaned on his staff, with his instrument strapped across his back.
Being named as part of Band #2, Aoe didn’t recognize any of the names announced besides his own. As he looked upon each, some faces were in fact familiar, but he worried for the youth of the group, those who had not yet been molded by the harsher truths of the world, and those who had yet to have the experience of family and age to look upon if they were to lay dying on the battlefield, last breath thrust upon them suddenly.
When spoken to by Johnathan, Aoe took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, (he knows anyone who isn’t a hermit in a forest or on a mountaintop would know of “Aoe the Orator”, teller of stories, known for his portrayal of The Great War, among other performances.)
”The trip here was made from Argos. I mostly divide my time between the realms of music, lyric and negotiation, though I too dabble in the arcane and divine traditions, as should anyone born with the talent.” With the last few words of the sentence Aoe places his hand on Johnathans shoulder and casts guidance on him, knowing action speaks louder than word.
After the roll call, Ralik makes his way though the crowd humming a song that he has been working on. (making my way down town, walking fast, faces past....) He wakes his way to where he had saw Kerwyn, knowing that he was the holder of his group's Auryn. As he approaches he observes the others and listens to Johnathan politely with a smile and nods his head in acknowledgements. The tall pale man seemed a bit tired, which was a reverse reflection of Ralik's own liveliness. He saw some familiar faces, rubbing his head in memory of the time he had hit it while standing on Ro's horse while chasing a thief in Hyrule Castle.
Ralik is a human that stands 5'9 and looks like he is in his 20's. He is wearing basic desert clothing mixed with some other clothing from around Hyrul. He does not appear to have any weapons, armor, or shield on him, but has a pack with a bed roll atop it. Medium brown hair hangs a bit past his jawline and centers a very hansom face that houses soft, easy to approach eyes. His skin, as far as you can see, is flawless and tan.
Ralik Stands straight and his expression becomes more stern as he addresses the others. "I, am Ralik Two Knives." he says as he slaps his chest and shouts "OAH OAH OAH!" (in a Native American style. his speech pattern and mannerisms mirror that of our worlds Native Americans) "I am a warrior who protects those who do not have the means to do so their self." The expressions softens as he continues. "Fellow musician. I have indeed heard of you, Ah Oh of Oration. It seems, that we had always, just missed each other when playing shows." He says with a chuckle then addresses Ro "And heart brother, it is good to see you again, though I wish it were better circumstances."
Ralik looks to Shavaris with soft welcoming eyes. She seemed a bit timid. He never liked people feeling out of place around him so he decides to bring her into the conversation. "And you sister, what is your name if I my ask?"
Kerwyn squared up his chin, straightened his posture and strode forward as he heard the Herald call out his name, trying to look brave and resolute, though he really wasn’t fully feeling that way inside. He takes the AURYN medallion with pride, putting it over his neck and on this chest, bowing as he does so. It sits alongside an odd looking medallion with spokes reaching out in a fingerlike manner to the edge of a circle.
“I am honored to be a bearer of the Auryn medallion, and we will accomplish this. Do you know where the mare was last seen, where we should begin to track it? We will gather our team and make plans, any knowledge that you could give us to aid in this task would be helpful. If we encounter fell beasts, monstrous demons, do you have any aid for us, potions or magical healing that might help us in our quest? I am your humble servant and accept this task given to us.” He kneels down in front of the Herald and then stands, awaiting his reply.
After this is done, he looks around to meet and join up with the fellow members of his band. With the forces arrayed against us, we are likely to be a Band on the Run! he thinks to himself.
Jek shuffles around as the tall man in the front is talking. There are so many tall people here, he can't see! Looking around, Jek spots a pillar that should be climbable on the side of the room. He wraps his brown cloak around him self tighter and climbs up the pillar to get a better view. His bright yellow eyes shine in the dark void of his hood; light seeming to go into his hood but not escape.
As the man (Cairon was it?) introduces a littler man, Jek starts listening more intently. As he hears his clan's name (and battle cry), he responds, mostly out of habit. "Utinni!" He knew Brevon, at least. Jek liked Brevon, he had a good light about him. He jumps down from the pillar to go stand with Brevon as the rest of the names are called. He didn't know any of the other names. Hey, they are calling up Brevon. As Brevon puts a hand on Jek's shoulder, Jek will give him a thumbs and a nod to reassure him. Ohhhh, he got a new trinket!?! Jek will need to look at that, it looks nice!
Jek will start walking through the crowd as he makes his way back to Brevon. There are so many different kinds of people here, many from races he's never seen or heard of! As he weaves through the crowd, he spots someone even smaller then he is, and looks just as excited to be going on a new adventure! He spotted Rum, Jek knew Rum, they met before. Jek will need to ask him for some more of his tasty drink. And that lady over there, she's the tallest person he's ever seen! Was that a little luck dragon? Was that a Mechanical Dragon!
As he gets a good look at Brevon's new trinket, Jek will weave some shadows and make a Minor Illusion of one on his neck, to see what it would look like..... Nope, too much responsibility. He waves away the shadows and releases the illusion.
After their band gathers, Jek will say "Hello, I am called Jek.So.... What's a Triforce? The Shard is the same one those Mystics in the desert talk about, right? Are those dragons? How did you get so tall? How did you get so short? I never met anyone smaller than me before. Am I asking too many questions?"
Edit: Minor changes to match up with Brevon's intro.
Rum stands passive amidst the crowd, leaning his lithe six foot, grey fur covered frame on his staff, his emerald green eyes fixed first on the Herald and then on the child Atreyu. He had arrived at the Ivory Tower expecting to be sent away, knowing that another representative had been sent, the official representative. But there was no sign of the other monk that he could see.
He listens intently to the roll call, inwardly surprised to hear his name, and his full name of Rumble of Hunger at that, but his feline face remains impassive. As they come to the names of the last band, there are two that stir up some recognition. Brevon he had heard preach, and he had met his friend Jek as well. He had shared a drink with them in a town not far from here a few weeks past, when he was delivering Dragonclaw to the hostelry there. It seemed their destiny was separate to his though. He silently wished them luck and the favour of The Great Dragon.
He watches as the three chosen to bear an Auryn step forward. A very slight smile touches his lips, it didn’t take a lot to recognise which was the member of his own band, Greko the Green. He wonders briefly how the older looking Greko would cope with the speed of a chase to retrieve the alicorn.
His passive form suddenly shifts as he steps gracefully forward, weaving through the crowd towards Greko. As he reaches him, he stands up straight, puts his palm to his chest and bows his head. “Father Greko, I am Rum of the Dragonclaw Monastery. It seems The Great Dragon has seen fit to cross our paths”.
He looks to Lelith with the masked figure of Tuto skipping around her legs, cocking his head to the side curiously at the sight. “Am I right in assuming you are to be my brother? and sister in this quest?”, he says again bowing his head to the pair, stressing the word brother as he was unsure under the furs and mask what the gnome’s gender actually was.
Lelith was initially wary at the rapid approach of who she remembered was called Tuto but seeing that he meant no harm, she allowed him to play around by her side. He reminded her of the young fey one may meet occassionally in her home. They were just as dangerous as they were adorable. She greeted him back with a smile, although, her features were still obscured for the time being by her magical cloak.
She reached out slowly with a friendly hand to ruffle Tuto's hair.
"Unless you are a sibling of mine in disguise, you are neither a brother or a sister to me." Lelith spoke for the first time to the Tabxi, very carefully, her voice carried natural musicality and sounded almost ethereal. "We are to be companions in arms until our task is completed and we safely return here."
Tuto started to giggle as the half-elf finally acknowledged him. Finally! Mission accomplished, friend acquired! "Ooo! O....OOO!!" He turned to see another figure approach, this one a two-legged cat. Tuto dashed behind the half-elf for protection. Cats that large only meant trouble. He took out his flute from his coat and breathed in. No predator was going to ruin this special day!
Then, the cat spoke, and that gave Tuto pause. Big cats don't speak. And if they did, they probably wouldn't have proper grammar. He peaked out from Lelith's side and up to the newcomer. Rum...yes! He remembers that name. He was going to be a new friend as well! Tuto skipped from the half-elf's side and began to dance around Rum's legs, singing some sort of melody.
" Atreyu… he changed so much. "Atoh looks up at the boy with a mixed emotion of joy and sadness. It has been years since they last met. Can he recognize her? Does he remember the little lost girl he helped during the great spring festival? Atreyu… the name means everyone's child. Now the orphan boy becomes everyone's hero. But Atoh, the daughter of the chieftain on the other hand…
Atoh stares at the sky from the platform. How proud she would be, if she could see her father and his dragon dancing in the blue sky accompanied by fire and thunder. How confident and safe she would feel, if her elder brothers stood by her side with their bows in hand. However in reality, Atoh is the only Khun warrior who answered the call of the Childlike Empress. Her father refused to aid the people of Hyboria, just like the time when grayman Gandalf asked him to protect the stallion.
Atoh knows that Cairon calls her hero only because she is standing by the real heroes. Among these bigger and stronger races, Atoh feels lonely and helpless. Suddenly someone tugs the halfling girl's sleeve. Turning around, Atoh finds a little creature which looks like a mixture of dog, snake and a few drops of deer smiling at her. [ Cheer up buddy ] The creature says in draconic. [ These big dumb asses look down on us because we are small. Let's show them how spicy and hot we are! ]"You think too much, Tola. "Atoh kisses her dragon and laughs. " But thank you, my friend."
Hero? That's a stretch. She has done much during those many years, but she wouldn't call herself a hero. Still, if that's what it takes to save the world? Sure, she'll take that title upon herself. Yam looks around. What a lively bunch. It is always so pleasant to see the energetic youth. As for her? The old Dwarf was sitting on her backpack, giving her legs some rest. Let the others stand, if they wish. The only downside was that a sitting Dwarf could not see much through the crowd. Oh well, she can hear, and that's enough.
Those around her see Yam as she is: An elderly Dwarf. Her grey hair, wrinkled skin, her wise, sea-green eyes and patient demeanour all revealed how many winters she's seen. She would seem very out of place - well, even more than she already does - if she wasn't wearing a Dwarven plate armoured, reinforced with the strongest of materials in multiple areas. A gift she was given in thanks to her actions long ago. Moreover, under her backpack, a shield and a few weapons can be seen. All of her equipment looks old, but none looks as if it has seen much use. As if carried around for show only. Seemingly supporting this feeling, Yam doesn't look particularly strong. Certainly not strong enough to carry that armour around unencumbered. And yet, when it seems time for everyone to gather, Yam stands up with no trouble. She puts on her backpack and begins to walk, disregarding the armour's weight as if it were nothing more than normal clothes. Despite her age, and despite all she's carrying, she walks no slower than any other Dwarf.
Yam reaches the gathering group she's been assigned to. Her only complaint is that their task does not align with her goal. She acknowledges its importance but deems it less pressing. However, considering she has no solution, or even a lead yet, perhaps that is the best course of action, for now. "My my, how lively you all seem. Your youth radiates everywhere, I feel it might even affect my old bones." Yam greets the group kindly. "My name is Yam, I hope we'll all get along. I know we will." Though the last phrase was said kindly, as all else she said, her eyes dart to each person in the group for a moment, as if silently telling them to behave themselves well, if they were planning anything else.
The calling of the name Brevon is not immediately answered. After a moment, there is a stirring of the crowd, which parts open enough to reveal a human man. Of average height and build, his gleaming half plate and large shield, adorned with a beaming sun, at first suggest a man of great strength. Yet sunken cheeks and a weathered brow betray this outward seeming. His blond, unkempt hair covers much of an unshaven face, but fierce eyes gaze out from beneath.
He reaches out and places a hand on Jek’s shoulder. Then, beneath the weight of his belongings he steps forward, his eyes cast down. Slowly, slowly, he accepts the medallion, holding it up into the light before draping it around his neck.
“The Empress calls, and so we answer. The enemy is great, but we are greater, for we are strengthened by the blessing of the Light.”
He steps back into the crowd, joining his band. Thankful to be joined again with Jek, he can’t help but smile as the little one engages in shenanigans. He looks to the others, taking a breath before speaking. “Jek Utinni, Losath the Gith, Chuba Treewalker Kashikatake, Atoh the Dragon Speaker, Orin Willowthorn. You are all people of great courage. You carry a great fire inside of you. It is rare to find soulstars that burn so bright. I am humbled to be among you.”He bows his head in deference.
Greko smiles at the group as he leans on his walking stick"It would seem we are to group together and stop the evildoers from bringing the stallion's alicorn to the lord of Darkness. A daunting task, a daunting task indeed. It is good to see such youthful vigor and of course the wisdom and strength of age."He smiles at Yam"Although Greko wears this medallion Greko is equal part in this journey. Greko is Greko the Green. Greko has lived in the Farron Forest for as long as Greko's mind can remember. Greko was there when the stallion was slain as Greko know some of you were there as well. Greko failed at protecting the stallion but feels confident looking at all of you that this group will not fail in returning the alicorn."Greko bows his head in a gracious way and then smiles at his companions
As Brevon descends with the medallion, Chuba and the rest of the third band approach him. Chuba sees her new group for the first time. Brevon impresses Chuba when he speaks. A natural born leader, it seems. A good thing, considering he will be the medallion bearer for this band.
Jek amuses Chuba, but Chuba's face remains stoic and she doesn't know how to respond. She simply stares at the little cloaked one, perhaps giving off the false impression of annoyance, or worse.
Losath and Orin look prepared to fight. Chuba is ready to adventure and battle with them.
Atoh looks to Chuba like a small girl. Despite her best judgement, Chuba immediately feels protective of her.
Chuba looks to Brevon for confirmation as she speaks. "We are band. Task to retrieve Shard and Triforce. Where begin?"
The Unicorns
Once, they were many. Now, only one remains.
Unicorns, also known as Einhorns, were once populace across all of Hyboria. They lived on all three of the major continents and even had a small population in Thraa before the Crystal of Truth was damaged by the Skeksis. The division of the Crystal of Truth into the Dark Crystal and the Shard of Division seems to have adversely effected their numbers, and they disappeared from Fantasia some 900 trine ago.
While is not known what aspect of the Crystal’s damage brought about their disappearance from Fantasia or their reduction in numbers in Eternia and, specifically, Faron Woods, their ultimate demise in Hylia can be linked directly to King Haggard, the ruler of Hagsgate in southwestern Hylia. It is said that he captured or killed all of the unicorns in Hylia for his own selfish purposes with the help of his thrall or familiar, the Red Bull. The nature of his relationship with this entity is unknown.
The unicorns were directly linked to the Crystal, in both its versions, through their alicorns. While the Crystal controlled the magical wellbeing of the world, the unicorn’s existence was the direct link between Hyboria and her celestial bodies; most importantly the sun. The sun will continue to rise so long as one living unicorn remains in Hyboria.
The last two unicorns were living in Faron Woods until recently when Blix, the Goblin Captain in service of the Lord of Darkness found them and was able to kill the stallion and cut off his alicorn. The mare fled, and it is unknown where she has gone.
The End
The observation platform at the top of the Ivory Tower afforded a view that went on for miles and miles and miles; from the Dragontail Mountains in the north and west, to the forests and rivers of the east, beyond the river in the south all the way out toward the Swamp of Sadness and Riverwood. The shimmering light of the tower cast dim light over the countryside for miles in the waning light of the day and glittered along the surface of the Fantasia River below like a million fireflies shimmering over broken glass.
Before them stood the Herald of the Childlike Empress, his beard thin and gray, the ridge upon the top of his head his most prominent feature. He looked grave, sad and tired, and somehow hopeful as he gazed down upon the gathered heroes below.
He offered a weak yet inviting smile.
“Friends, the Empress extends her gratitude for your coming.” Cairon said as he scanned the crowd. Gathered before him were the greatest heroes in all Hyboria, heroes summoned from all corners of the world to the call of the Childlike Empress. A murmur rolled through the crowd like the babble of a brief rapid and then was gone. “For those of you who do not know, the unicorn stallion has been slain by the Lord of Darkness. Darkness has made a fortress for himself inside of the Great Deku Tree, all the way on the other side of the world, and no doubt his Goblins are taking the alicorn there now. I cannot impress upon you how important it is that the mare is found and made safe, and the Lord of Darkness does not get his hand on the stallion’s alicorn. Great heroes, this is imperative, though it is not our only peril.”
Cairon paused and wet his lips, his eyes jumping from face to face, scanning the crowd below.
“There…there is a blight upon the land, a withering much like that which has turned Thra into a deserted husk of its former glory. This…Nothing…that is coming upon us, threatens to swallow up everyone and everything. It seems to be connected to the mysterious illness that has weakened the Empress, and I fear there is little time left to our disposal in which to save her and all of Hyboria.”
Cairon turned momentarily and watched as a boy, not really a child but not quite a man yet, stepped up to the platform to join him. A cashmere tapestry was folded in his hands as he looked grimly down from their elevated platform to the heroes below. The herald motioned him to stand side-by-side.
“Atreyu has listened to the words of the Empress.”
The boy, Atreyu, stepped forward. He looked solemn, not afraid but…concerned.
“The Empress has divided you all into three warrior bands.” Atreyu said after a deep, steadying breath.
“The first band shall be Yam the Dwarf, Tuto the Gnome, Greko the Green, Ro Aleron the False Knight, Lelith Iathrana, and Rumble of Hunger. She has tasked you with retrieving the stallion’s alicorn, either from Blix or the Lord of Darkness himself, and returning it here.
The second band shall be Shavaris Arnuanna, Ralik Two Knives, Johnathan Krembleback, Aoe the Bard, and Kerwyn of Eternia. She has tasked you with finding the mare, the last of her kind, and keeping her safe from harm, lest all of Hyboria should die with her.
The last band shall be Jek Utinni, Losath the Gith, Brevon the Chosen of Light, Chuba Treewalker Kashikatake, Atoh the Dragon Speaker, and Orin Willowthorn. She has tasked you with retrieving the Shard of Division and the Triforces of Courage, Wisdom, and Power, that the Dark Crystal and the Shard may be reunited into the Crystal of Truth.
Will Greko the Green, Brevon the Chosen of Light, and Kerwyn of Eternia step forward?”
Atreyu’s eyes left the crowd as he edged up to the top step of the platform and began unfolding the cashmere tapestry. Slowly, with gentle reverence, he pulled from the cloth three AURYN medallions, holding them up by the leather they were to be worn by while handing Cairon the tapestry they’d been concealed in. Cool wind crawled up over the ledge of the platform that comprised the summit of the Ivory Tower and prickled the skin of all that were gathered in witness as Atreyu handed the three medallions forward.
“AURYN has chosen you three as the medallion bearers on your separate quests. AURYN’s gift is great. AURYN will listen to you, sometimes giving you aid in trying times, and will allow the bands to communicate with each other from time to time. Protect AURYN at all times and never lose it and remember that sometimes courage goes further than all else.”
Atreyu smiled as he handed the AURYN medallions forward, then slowly backed away, stepping past Cairon to face the crowd below one last time before turning and going back into the Ivory Tower.
“The Childlike Empress wishes you all to know that her support goes forth with you, and that AURYN will help you along your way.” Cairon said as all attention returned to him. The smile brightened a bit. “Are there any requests for aid before you depart on your journeys?”
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Lelith inspected the so-called heroes of Hyboria, she was one among them now. She must have made a name of herself without truly realizing the extent of it if the rulers of the material plane knew of her and called for her specifically. Her expression remained neutral and hidden under her magical cloak, her icy and glowing gaze was certainly less than friendly when it fell upon the revenant and the half-elf. Fortunately for them, they were not paired with her lest something unfortunate befell them after their mission was successfully accomplished. The rest were a wonderful mix and match from all of Hyboria.
She had heard a familiar name among the ones who will accompany her in locating the mare, Greko from the Farron Woods. The Lizardman wasn't someone she had shared much with besides greetings and foes that would threaten his forest. Still, she respected his dedication to his home. He was the only one offered a silent greeting. She did not ignore the rest, of course, she was merely passive and didn't often take the initiative when she felt it was unnecessary.
Somewhere in the crowd stands a hooded figure. His skin is pale, and he has a long black coat that covers most of his body. He pulls down his hood when Carion addresses the group of adventures. He purposefully stands to the side, trying not to get surrounded all at once. He has red hair with a little beard and moustache on his face. He looks extremely tired, as if he didn’t sleep well the night before. While Carion is talking to the bands, Johnathan looks to see some familiar faces. He sees soldiers that he met on battlefields, an old business friend from his village and a lot of strangers he didn’t trust yet. When Carion asks what aid his band could need before setting off, Johnathan thinks deeply for a minute. He turns to the other members of his band, curious of there capabilities.
Well I suppose we are gonna work together, for now at least. I don’t know what each of you can do, or why you were chosen. So let’s get the introductions out of the way, shall we. My names Johnathan and I have access to some magic, mostly enchantment and illusionary. I was there when the unicorn was attacked.
"Oooo! Oooo!" Muffled grunts of excitement shiffted through the crowds. A tiny figure, about 3ft in height, cloaked in fur so thick it could make the harshest winters feel like a plesant summer breeze. Where his face would be under the hood is a wooden bluish-white mask with two large holes for eyes, gently shimmering with a blue glow from within.
Before Cairon had concluded his speach, Tuto was already skipping about the crowd, waving and weaving in between legs. So many new people! So many new sights! He had hardly gotten used to any of it yet, and the prommise of adventure didn't give him a good reason to stop. At least, until he caught the sight of someone who did not look as excited as he was. Lelith. That was her name. She was going to be on this jurney with him. A new friend! And so fast...Tuto couldn't waste any time. He sped as fast as his legs could carry to the half-elf, dancing and waving both of his arms at her. "Ooo!" He greeted.
Chuba Treewalker Kashikatake stands firm in her worn brown cloak, with her hood down and a large stone warhammer and stone mace strapped to her back. Standing 7'4" tall, she easily sees above the others as she listens intently to those who summoned her. She notices some of the other similarly-summoned heroes glancing around, looking for friends or acquaintances. She continues to stare forward, knowing that she knows none there.
She notes the names of the others in her band: Jek, Losath, Brev--im, two others. At any rate, she'll get to know them later. She hopes they will prove themselves worthy, just as she hopes to do the same.
Greko the Green slowly walked into the throne room hunched over a bit with the aid of his walking stick. He looked around and saw the quiet ranger who shared a fire with him once or twice while aiding him to defend the Farron Woods where he lived. He smiled and nodded to Lelith, he believed her name is and continued walking towards the front of the room. As he shuffled through the crowd he smiled and nodded to Ro looking polished in their armor. He came all this way not to help save the realm but to aid the younglings that were destined to win the war vs the darkness.
As the Herald speaks Greko notes the names of those in his group. He smiles when he hears the names of 2 he knows but is surprised when Atreyu named him as a medallion bearer. He is not just advising the younglings paired with him but now carries this burden for his group.
She holds back from the crowd, the pale girl in her leathers, trying her best to hide her face as she listens to the ones on the tower. Why did she come? This wasn't like her, and why was she even summoned? Had no idea how they had her name, it should have been her sister. But they clearly stated her name, Shavaris Arnuanna, so here she was. The amount of heros, as they were apparently called, was staggering. She has never been near so many people in her life. Looking at the other faces, most seemed to feel unease as she did, but things change once the unicorns are mentioned.
What? The stallion has been killed? She hadn't even known, how had she not heard of this? Yes, the resolve in her strengthens, she is there to do what she can to help. As they list off those that are in her band, all foreign, she wonders how she will find them all? Kerwyn, that is the man that is apparently their leader? Well, when people start moving, she guesses she'll head that way.
Ro Aleron stands amongst the crowd in full plate mail and a longsword strapped to his back. Being surrounded by so many people nearly makes Ro buckle under the pressure. Luckily, he'd been standing for so long that his legs have seemingly locked in place. Ro takes a deep breath in an attempt to recompose himself. A small, muffled voice emits from a black book strapped behind Ro's waist, "Calm down Ro, this is everything you've been working towards. Stand proud!"
Kazek, Ro's sentient spellbook, was right. For the past decade, Ro had been working tirelessly to build a name for himself. Now, with the aid of his close friend, Kazek, Ro stands amongst heroes of the realm. And he was one of them. He was a hero...
Ro straightens up, standing 5'6'' tall. His violet eyes fixated on Cairon and Atreyu as he listens to their speech. As three of the heroes walk up to receive AURYN's medallion, Ro spots a familiar face: Greko the Green. He recalls their time together as they tried to defend the Stallion; remembering the brilliant light the lizardman would emit. As Ro gathers with his appointed band, he recognizes another familiar face: Yam. He had met her when he was still a child. It was during some dwarven peace talks if he had recalled correctly. Ro lets out a small smile, wandering if the old dwarf would be able to recognize him. As Ro waits for the rest of his group to collect, he looks at the other two bands.
His smile widens as he sees other familiar faces. He sees the bard, Aoe, who had onced performed a magnificent show for him retelling epic battles of old. He also spots Ralik Two Knives and chuckles, wondering if the sign post from back then had left a lasting scar on the man's face. Lastly, Ro feels a small pit form in his stomach as he sees a female, elven figure with brunette hair and a streak of blonde. Although he had never exchanged names with her, the two made their acquaintance in The Wandering Woods. Ro winces a bit, recalling the unique things she'd come up with to berate his poor swordsmanship. Nonetheless, it was all in good fun.
Although anxious at first, Ro was pleased to see that so many people he had met in the past would now be the ones Hyboria was coming to rely on. They were all good people and that brought comfort to Ro.
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Aoe stood silently king white hair framing eyes of age and all the telltale signs of pampered living: a scent only maintained by regular bathing, and the posture and mannerisms of preparatory education. Aoe possessed a gentle smile ever present across his visage, comfortable with both turmoil and frivolity from a lifetime of travel, as well relations from all facets of society. The group as a whole looked… well, not much like a whole. His years in courtly life revealed to him some faces of apprehension, others of aggression, still others of confusion, and some of conviction. He leaned on his staff, with his instrument strapped across his back.
Being named as part of Band #2, Aoe didn’t recognize any of the names announced besides his own. As he looked upon each, some faces were in fact familiar, but he worried for the youth of the group, those who had not yet been molded by the harsher truths of the world, and those who had yet to have the experience of family and age to look upon if they were to lay dying on the battlefield, last breath thrust upon them suddenly.
When spoken to by Johnathan, Aoe took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, (he knows anyone who isn’t a hermit in a forest or on a mountaintop would know of “Aoe the Orator”, teller of stories, known for his portrayal of The Great War, among other performances.)
”The trip here was made from Argos. I mostly divide my time between the realms of music, lyric and negotiation, though I too dabble in the arcane and divine traditions, as should anyone born with the talent.” With the last few words of the sentence Aoe places his hand on Johnathans shoulder and casts guidance on him, knowing action speaks louder than word.
After the roll call, Ralik makes his way though the crowd humming a song that he has been working on. (making my way down town, walking fast, faces past....) He wakes his way to where he had saw Kerwyn, knowing that he was the holder of his group's Auryn. As he approaches he observes the others and listens to Johnathan politely with a smile and nods his head in acknowledgements. The tall pale man seemed a bit tired, which was a reverse reflection of Ralik's own liveliness. He saw some familiar faces, rubbing his head in memory of the time he had hit it while standing on Ro's horse while chasing a thief in Hyrule Castle.
Ralik is a human that stands 5'9 and looks like he is in his 20's. He is wearing basic desert clothing mixed with some other clothing from around Hyrul. He does not appear to have any weapons, armor, or shield on him, but has a pack with a bed roll atop it. Medium brown hair hangs a bit past his jawline and centers a very hansom face that houses soft, easy to approach eyes. His skin, as far as you can see, is flawless and tan.
Ralik Stands straight and his expression becomes more stern as he addresses the others. "I, am Ralik Two Knives." he says as he slaps his chest and shouts "OAH OAH OAH!" (in a Native American style. his speech pattern and mannerisms mirror that of our worlds Native Americans) "I am a warrior who protects those who do not have the means to do so their self." The expressions softens as he continues. "Fellow musician. I have indeed heard of you, Ah Oh of Oration. It seems, that we had always, just missed each other when playing shows." He says with a chuckle then addresses Ro "And heart brother, it is good to see you again, though I wish it were better circumstances."
Ralik looks to Shavaris with soft welcoming eyes. She seemed a bit timid. He never liked people feeling out of place around him so he decides to bring her into the conversation. "And you sister, what is your name if I my ask?"
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Kerwyn squared up his chin, straightened his posture and strode forward as he heard the Herald call out his name, trying to look brave and resolute, though he really wasn’t fully feeling that way inside. He takes the AURYN medallion with pride, putting it over his neck and on this chest, bowing as he does so. It sits alongside an odd looking medallion with spokes reaching out in a fingerlike manner to the edge of a circle.
“I am honored to be a bearer of the Auryn medallion, and we will accomplish this. Do you know where the mare was last seen, where we should begin to track it? We will gather our team and make plans, any knowledge that you could give us to aid in this task would be helpful. If we encounter fell beasts, monstrous demons, do you have any aid for us, potions or magical healing that might help us in our quest? I am your humble servant and accept this task given to us.” He kneels down in front of the Herald and then stands, awaiting his reply.
After this is done, he looks around to meet and join up with the fellow members of his band. With the forces arrayed against us, we are likely to be a Band on the Run! he thinks to himself.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Jek shuffles around as the tall man in the front is talking. There are so many tall people here, he can't see! Looking around, Jek spots a pillar that should be climbable on the side of the room. He wraps his brown cloak around him self tighter and climbs up the pillar to get a better view. His bright yellow eyes shine in the dark void of his hood; light seeming to go into his hood but not escape.
As the man (Cairon was it?) introduces a littler man, Jek starts listening more intently. As he hears his clan's name (and battle cry), he responds, mostly out of habit. "Utinni!"
He knew Brevon, at least. Jek liked Brevon, he had a good light about him. He jumps down from the pillar to go stand with Brevon as the rest of the names are called. He didn't know any of the other names.
Hey, they are calling up Brevon. As Brevon puts a hand on Jek's shoulder, Jek will give him a thumbs and a nod to reassure him. Ohhhh, he got a new trinket!?! Jek will need to look at that, it looks nice!
Jek will start walking through the crowd as he makes his way back to Brevon. There are so many different kinds of people here, many from races he's never seen or heard of! As he weaves through the crowd, he spots someone even smaller then he is, and looks just as excited to be going on a new adventure! He spotted Rum, Jek knew Rum, they met before. Jek will need to ask him for some more of his tasty drink. And that lady over there, she's the tallest person he's ever seen! Was that a little luck dragon? Was that a Mechanical Dragon!
As he gets a good look at Brevon's new trinket, Jek will weave some shadows and make a Minor Illusion of one on his neck, to see what it would look like..... Nope, too much responsibility. He waves away the shadows and releases the illusion.
After their band gathers, Jek will say "Hello, I am called Jek. So.... What's a Triforce? The Shard is the same one those Mystics in the desert talk about, right? Are those dragons? How did you get so tall? How did you get so short? I never met anyone smaller than me before. Am I asking too many questions?"
Edit: Minor changes to match up with Brevon's intro.
Rum stands passive amidst the crowd, leaning his lithe six foot, grey fur covered frame on his staff, his emerald green eyes fixed first on the Herald and then on the child Atreyu. He had arrived at the Ivory Tower expecting to be sent away, knowing that another representative had been sent, the official representative. But there was no sign of the other monk that he could see.
He listens intently to the roll call, inwardly surprised to hear his name, and his full name of Rumble of Hunger at that, but his feline face remains impassive. As they come to the names of the last band, there are two that stir up some recognition. Brevon he had heard preach, and he had met his friend Jek as well. He had shared a drink with them in a town not far from here a few weeks past, when he was delivering Dragonclaw to the hostelry there. It seemed their destiny was separate to his though. He silently wished them luck and the favour of The Great Dragon.
He watches as the three chosen to bear an Auryn step forward. A very slight smile touches his lips, it didn’t take a lot to recognise which was the member of his own band, Greko the Green. He wonders briefly how the older looking Greko would cope with the speed of a chase to retrieve the alicorn.
His passive form suddenly shifts as he steps gracefully forward, weaving through the crowd towards Greko. As he reaches him, he stands up straight, puts his palm to his chest and bows his head. “Father Greko, I am Rum of the Dragonclaw Monastery. It seems The Great Dragon has seen fit to cross our paths”.
He looks to Lelith with the masked figure of Tuto skipping around her legs, cocking his head to the side curiously at the sight. “Am I right in assuming you are to be my brother? and sister in this quest?”, he says again bowing his head to the pair, stressing the word brother as he was unsure under the furs and mask what the gnome’s gender actually was.
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Lelith was initially wary at the rapid approach of who she remembered was called Tuto but seeing that he meant no harm, she allowed him to play around by her side. He reminded her of the young fey one may meet occassionally in her home. They were just as dangerous as they were adorable. She greeted him back with a smile, although, her features were still obscured for the time being by her magical cloak.
She reached out slowly with a friendly hand to ruffle Tuto's hair.
"Unless you are a sibling of mine in disguise, you are neither a brother or a sister to me." Lelith spoke for the first time to the Tabxi, very carefully, her voice carried natural musicality and sounded almost ethereal. "We are to be companions in arms until our task is completed and we safely return here."
Tuto started to giggle as the half-elf finally acknowledged him. Finally! Mission accomplished, friend acquired! "Ooo! O....OOO!!" He turned to see another figure approach, this one a two-legged cat. Tuto dashed behind the half-elf for protection. Cats that large only meant trouble. He took out his flute from his coat and breathed in. No predator was going to ruin this special day!
Then, the cat spoke, and that gave Tuto pause. Big cats don't speak. And if they did, they probably wouldn't have proper grammar. He peaked out from Lelith's side and up to the newcomer. Rum...yes! He remembers that name. He was going to be a new friend as well! Tuto skipped from the half-elf's side and began to dance around Rum's legs, singing some sort of melody.
" Atreyu… he changed so much. " Atoh looks up at the boy with a mixed emotion of joy and sadness. It has been years since they last met. Can he recognize her? Does he remember the little lost girl he helped during the great spring festival? Atreyu… the name means everyone's child. Now the orphan boy becomes everyone's hero. But Atoh, the daughter of the chieftain on the other hand…
Atoh stares at the sky from the platform. How proud she would be, if she could see her father and his dragon dancing in the blue sky accompanied by fire and thunder. How confident and safe she would feel, if her elder brothers stood by her side with their bows in hand. However in reality, Atoh is the only Khun warrior who answered the call of the Childlike Empress. Her father refused to aid the people of Hyboria, just like the time when grayman Gandalf asked him to protect the stallion.
Atoh knows that Cairon calls her hero only because she is standing by the real heroes. Among these bigger and stronger races, Atoh feels lonely and helpless. Suddenly someone tugs the halfling girl's sleeve. Turning around, Atoh finds a little creature which looks like a mixture of dog, snake and a few drops of deer smiling at her. [ Cheer up buddy ] The creature says in draconic. [ These big dumb asses look down on us because we are small. Let's show them how spicy and hot we are! ] "You think too much, Tola. " Atoh kisses her dragon and laughs. " But thank you, my friend."
Hero? That's a stretch. She has done much during those many years, but she wouldn't call herself a hero. Still, if that's what it takes to save the world? Sure, she'll take that title upon herself. Yam looks around. What a lively bunch. It is always so pleasant to see the energetic youth. As for her? The old Dwarf was sitting on her backpack, giving her legs some rest. Let the others stand, if they wish. The only downside was that a sitting Dwarf could not see much through the crowd. Oh well, she can hear, and that's enough.
Those around her see Yam as she is: An elderly Dwarf. Her grey hair, wrinkled skin, her wise, sea-green eyes and patient demeanour all revealed how many winters she's seen. She would seem very out of place - well, even more than she already does - if she wasn't wearing a Dwarven plate armoured, reinforced with the strongest of materials in multiple areas. A gift she was given in thanks to her actions long ago. Moreover, under her backpack, a shield and a few weapons can be seen. All of her equipment looks old, but none looks as if it has seen much use. As if carried around for show only. Seemingly supporting this feeling, Yam doesn't look particularly strong. Certainly not strong enough to carry that armour around unencumbered. And yet, when it seems time for everyone to gather, Yam stands up with no trouble. She puts on her backpack and begins to walk, disregarding the armour's weight as if it were nothing more than normal clothes. Despite her age, and despite all she's carrying, she walks no slower than any other Dwarf.
Yam reaches the gathering group she's been assigned to. Her only complaint is that their task does not align with her goal. She acknowledges its importance but deems it less pressing. However, considering she has no solution, or even a lead yet, perhaps that is the best course of action, for now. "My my, how lively you all seem. Your youth radiates everywhere, I feel it might even affect my old bones." Yam greets the group kindly. "My name is Yam, I hope we'll all get along. I know we will." Though the last phrase was said kindly, as all else she said, her eyes dart to each person in the group for a moment, as if silently telling them to behave themselves well, if they were planning anything else.
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The calling of the name Brevon is not immediately answered. After a moment, there is a stirring of the crowd, which parts open enough to reveal a human man. Of average height and build, his gleaming half plate and large shield, adorned with a beaming sun, at first suggest a man of great strength. Yet sunken cheeks and a weathered brow betray this outward seeming. His blond, unkempt hair covers much of an unshaven face, but fierce eyes gaze out from beneath.
He reaches out and places a hand on Jek’s shoulder. Then, beneath the weight of his belongings he steps forward, his eyes cast down. Slowly, slowly, he accepts the medallion, holding it up into the light before draping it around his neck.
“The Empress calls, and so we answer. The enemy is great, but we are greater, for we are strengthened by the blessing of the Light.”
He steps back into the crowd, joining his band. Thankful to be joined again with Jek, he can’t help but smile as the little one engages in shenanigans. He looks to the others, taking a breath before speaking. “Jek Utinni, Losath the Gith, Chuba Treewalker Kashikatake, Atoh the Dragon Speaker, Orin Willowthorn. You are all people of great courage. You carry a great fire inside of you. It is rare to find soulstars that burn so bright. I am humbled to be among you.” He bows his head in deference.
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Greko smiles at the group as he leans on his walking stick "It would seem we are to group together and stop the evildoers from bringing the stallion's alicorn to the lord of Darkness. A daunting task, a daunting task indeed. It is good to see such youthful vigor and of course the wisdom and strength of age." He smiles at Yam "Although Greko wears this medallion Greko is equal part in this journey. Greko is Greko the Green. Greko has lived in the Farron Forest for as long as Greko's mind can remember. Greko was there when the stallion was slain as Greko know some of you were there as well. Greko failed at protecting the stallion but feels confident looking at all of you that this group will not fail in returning the alicorn." Greko bows his head in a gracious way and then smiles at his companions
As Brevon descends with the medallion, Chuba and the rest of the third band approach him. Chuba sees her new group for the first time. Brevon impresses Chuba when he speaks. A natural born leader, it seems. A good thing, considering he will be the medallion bearer for this band.
Jek amuses Chuba, but Chuba's face remains stoic and she doesn't know how to respond. She simply stares at the little cloaked one, perhaps giving off the false impression of annoyance, or worse.
Losath and Orin look prepared to fight. Chuba is ready to adventure and battle with them.
Atoh looks to Chuba like a small girl. Despite her best judgement, Chuba immediately feels protective of her.
Chuba looks to Brevon for confirmation as she speaks. "We are band. Task to retrieve Shard and Triforce. Where begin?"