OoC: Well, I decided to start up a character fiction thing for my character. It will be about the events that led up to how Vaion is today. Well, hopefully you'll like it. Also, I do admit it starts out kind of slow, but trust me, these first few posts are setting up the plot for the first part of this story, which will be about the war. Action will start pretty soon...

Note: There will be perspective shifts throughout the story.

BiC:

Chapter One-

Valken, a human of the age of 35, walked along the dirty stone pathway, towards the old stone tower, outside the town of Galea. He was smiling. Something important was about to happen. Something important was about to happen to the Order of the Cleansing. Valken, garbed in a hooded robe as dark as the night, tapped the old wooden door to the tower. An eye peaked through a crack on the left side of the door, and dissapeared. The door slowly opened.

Valken walked in. Candles decorated the hallway ahead of him. He walked down the pathway, paying close attention to the paintings which decorated the walls. Each one was a painting of the Foredemons, terrible beings of immense power. He came to the end of the hallway, and stood before three stone stairways- Two leading up, one leading down. He stepped down the lower staircase.

He finished climbing down the staircase, and walked into the basement. There stood eleven similiarly robed figures, and one garbed in red. "Valken! What news do you bring?" asked the red garbed figure. Valken's grin grew. "Callicos." was his reply. All of the robed figures suddenly turned to Valken, and the figure garbed in red put back his hood. The hood revealed an old face, with a metal sheet replacing his left eye. He had gray, withered hair, and a gray beard, which ran down from his sideburns and connected to his mustache. He stared at Valken, curiously.

"So... The war has started, then?" asked the old man. "Why yes, Master Zykan. The war has started. Callicos is already sending his troops across the sea." The audience started to murmur. Zykan walked down to Valken, and took off his hood. It revealed a bald man, with scars across his face. "Thank you for this, Valken..." said Zykan, softly. "Sithiri will be pleased."

Zykan then walked back to his seat. He sat, for about twenty seconds, pondering. The audience's murmuring had become louder, and Valken had looked all the merrier. Then, Zykan sat up. The audience stopped murmuring. Valken stared straight at Zykan. "Callicos will be attacking Feliade soon. This will give us the chance to obtain the Grace Stone." The audience was silent. "However... Callicos's target is the same as ours. He wishes to gain access to the Spirit Realm." The audience's silence remained.

"Luckily, he is too ignorant to comprehend what he deals with. A shell of Sithiri gaurds the stone. This shell will defend against all intruders. If the shell is destroyed, then all the better. Sithiri will be freed. But, we know not where the new Sithiri incarnation will spawn. That is why we must make sure we obtain the Grace Stone before he does."

Valken mentioned something. "We must also make sure the Velean does not die in this battle." Zykan looked up, as if he suddenly remembered something. "Yes... We must make sure she must not die. There is a human village, right outside the Pantheran lands. It has sided with Callicos, and if the Pantherans find it, our hope will be lost. There is a young Velean living there, by the name of Violet. She is the key to Sithiri's success..." The audience murmured in agreement. "When dawn comes, we will send Valken and two other Cleansers, all going separate routes, to make sure that our plans are not ruined."

Once again, the audience murmured in agreement.

OoC: Well, what did you think? Hopefully it was good...