[Rex]

Discord Id: Rex

Previous Characters: Haven't played before.

Character Name: Tara Arctica

Character Race & Sub-Race: Human, Sub-race: Arbiter

Alternate Graphic: abysmal_horror (312)

Character Description:
height: 6'

skin: fair

hair color: Light blonde

Shard Plot Line: She, having made a pact with an Arbiter while in the Sands, has been exiled for breaking the pact to this world, as a Harbinger of the Imperium Saecularia. She must fight to pay the debt of the broken pact.

Special Role-play Ability: n/a

Previous World: Eden

Backstory: Having grown up in the mean streets of the capitol and taken under the wing of a powerful magi and rogue, Tara has the knowledge and ability to do many things. Sneaking around, gathering information was her forte. After she died she spent many decades in the Sands, too stubborn to move on and unwilling to accept her fate. She would avoid the Arbiters and the one known as the Songmaker, always sticking to the darker corners of that place. She eventually found one she though she could trust and made a pact, a way of escaping, though it was in vain. The pact was broken for unknown reasons to herself, and she found herself upon Summer Isle.

[Lara]

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What is an arbiter?

[Rex]

They are old entities similar to the songmaker and ranging in power, most are much weaker, but have different roles within the ethos. 
The lore is intentionally vague in parts.

Here are a couple in game books explaining some things.

====== Creationis: Primam Aetatem by Decusian Church ======

TITLE OF BOOK:
Creationis: Primam Aetatem

AUTHOR OF BOOK:
Decusian Church

BOOK HUE:
1953

BOOK COVER/ITEM ID:
7185

CONTENT:

In the beginning, there was only darkness. All that existed in the time before Men and this world as we know it was an expanse of nothingness, a veil of shadow black as the darkest silk. For millennia did this nothingness exist, a sea of darkness as still as a pool of tar that reached as far as the eye could see and the mind could perceive.



This great nothingness is known to us simply as the Void.



Within this great Void does the story of Creation begin. One fateful day, many millennia ago, the Void was rustled with a fervent uproar. For countless centuries, the Void stirred most violently and unexpectedly, as water disturbed by a thrown stone. From this turbulent torrent of activity did the first life in our great Universe truly begin. While we, the remaining vestiges of mankind, look upon the blessing of new life as a glorious miracle, the creations birthed from the great void could hardly be considered blessed or holy.



These creatures, the first true life in our great Universe, were dark and evil things that reveled in the darkness they considered home. Their existence was as bleak and dark as the shadows which birthed them. And so was the first life of our Universe born, dark children of the Void’s endless night, existing only to revel in that which was not. Their existence was as bleak and as dark as the shadows which had birthed them.



These wicked things are known to us as the Ancients.



The Void was a comfortable home to its dark children. For many, many years, the Void was still and silent as it was before it had created the Ancients, drifting for centuries within their endless black sea, content to exist in silence and solitude. But one faithful day, the winds of change blew through the Void yet again, molesting the dark stillness the Ancients knew as home with a viscous prejudice. From this agitation came a new creation, one far different from the Ancients.



This creation was light, the opposite of dark. This light took the form of a great orb of fire, which the Ancients came to know as the Flame. This Flame stood defiant against the darkness of the Void, illuminating it with a zealous radiance and casting its light upon that which knew only darkness since the dawn of time.



The Ancient ones were immediately loathsome of the Flame, for its light had shone through all but the thickest shadows of the Void, its brilliance threatening their very existence. Their home had been invaded by an intolerable presence, and thus they sought to remove it. For centuries did the Ancients attempt to destroy the Flame, yet their efforts were in vain, for the Flame only grew stronger. In their desperation, the Ancients bid their most powerful and eldest kindred to sacrifice themselves in a grand ritual, one that would create a great tool that could be used to craft a new home for their kind, a realm of shadow and darkness that the Flame could never pierce. And so did the strongest and wisest of the Ancients take part in said ritual, combining their powers to create the great tool that would create them a new home.



And so came into being had been the one known to us as the Mason.



The Mason had been a powerful creature, one born but for a single purpose; to craft the Ancients a new home. With his power, the Mason manipulated the Void, rending it in half. In one half, He placed the Flame, and called it the Universe. The other half he filled with shadow and darkness, and called it Hell. It was here that the Ancients fled, forever abandoning the Flame and the Mason, leaving their servant to perish to the Flame’s light.



But as the ages had past, the Mason did not perish. In fact, He thrived. As years turned to decades, decades to centuries, and centuries to millennium, He had grown drawn to the Flame, mesmerized by its beauty. Over time, the Mason was transformed by the Flame. It bestowed wisdom upon Him, and showed Him virtues such as love and empathy. In time, the Mason grew to love the Flame, vowing to serve it and its needs until the end of everything, and thus, the Mason had a new purpose.



And so did He tend to the Flame. Heeding its call, the Mason once again took up the mantle of creation. With his great power, he again ripped the Universe in half. In one half, He left the Flame and its Universe, and in the other, He crafted a home to live within. This home He called the Heavens, and from there, he tended the Flame. The Heavens were a beautiful place of light, devoid of the shadows that populated Hell, and was a fitting tribute to the glory that was the Flame.

====== Creationis: Aetatem Secundam by Decusian Church ======

TITLE OF BOOK:
Creationis: Aetatem Secundam

AUTHOR OF BOOK:
Decusian Church

BOOK HUE:
1953

BOOK COVER/ITEM ID:
7185

CONTENT:

For time immemorial, the Mason existed in his palace of Heaven, content that he had brought order to the universe. Yet as the centuries turned to millennia he grew discontent, for the solace of Heaven only reminded him of the stillness of the Void. The only spark of vitality in all the realms seemed to be the Flame, and for years upon years the Mason watched it, and was captivated by it. Though he could not tend to it without being fully consumed by it, the Mason conceived a plan that would bring him closer to the Flame.



Risking all, he drew from the power of the Flame to create companions that would be a fitting tribute to their grand heritage. Hundreds of these creatures did he create, and he named them Angels. Into these creatures did the Mason infuse the qualities of the Flame he had admired so; beauty, compassion, wisdom and wonder. And so did the Angels tend the Flame and enlighten the Mason in the mysteries only beings born of the light knew; for the Mason had been the spawn of both Light and Dark, and could never know the full embrace of either without being consumed by the other.



As the centuries passed, a select few of the angels the Mason had created stood out from their brethren, exemplifying every aspect of the Flame that he had so cherished. Full of radiance and glory, these standouts possessed not only the abilities of their kin, but the power of the Mason himself; the power of creation. A dozen of these angels existed, and the Mason bestowed upon them names of his own choosing, and came to know them as Archangels, the strongest of their peers. He tasked these twelve with the duty of bringing order and purpose to the other angels, and considered them to be his kin and children.



For millennia, the angels and the Archangels tended the Flame, loving it unconditionally as they were created to do so. As the Archangels grew older, so did their power and understanding of the Flame itself, so much so until one day they were strong enough to wield the Flame to fashion their own creations much alike the Mason himself. And so did the Archangels create, drawing from the Flame as the Mason had before them. Their creation was that of Eden, a massive, living orb that drew sustenance from the Flame. While they reveled in their creation, they were far from done.



No, for upon this orb they took to the mantle of creation again, and created the Virentum, living things that grew and fed directly from the Flames light. They again reveled in their creation, yet they were far from done.



Taking to the mantle of creation again, they then created the Animali, a host of living things small and large that fed from the Virentum, drawing from their sustenance. The Angels once again reveled in their creation, yet they were far from done.



For while the creation of Virentum and the Animali had been amazing feats indeed, the Angels had desired to create a creature that could learn to love and appreciate the Flame as much as they had, much as the Mason had did when creating they themselves. So, taking on the mantle of creation one last time, the Angels and Archangels came together one last time, focusing all of their power into a new being crafted in their own likeness. Into this being the Archangels instilled the potential for all of the virtues that the Flame had imparted to them. They crafted them to feed from the Virentum and Animali, making them forever reliant on the Flames light to give them sustenance. They fashioned them to grow tired whenever the Flame had left the sky, and to rise whenever it had crested once again over the horizon. They gave them ability to communicate, in so that they could praise the Flame among each other. They bestowed upon them the essences of curiosity and wonder, in so that they could forever look upon the Flame and regard it with amazement.



The Archangels named these creatures Man, and loved them dearly.

[Lara]

Very cool. Approved.