Archion

Archion Aurelianus “In every battle, it is not numbers and untaught bravery so much as skill and training that generally produce the victory. ~ Vegetius, The Military Institutions of the Romans
	In the City Name - Archion Aurelianus Age - 20's From - Isle of Anglesey, Wales Profession - Writer, Archivist		In the Wild Faction - Gaian Tribe - Silver Fang Auspice - Galliard Pack - Atlas Crown
	A Galliard in the End of Days Our world is a teetering landscape of hungry shadows as we face the brink of annihilation. As a solitary Galliard within my pack, I look upon the battle-scarred landscape and realize it is my responsibility to weave the intrigues of war and to share with others the fabric of our history. Those in my family before me, like the late Galliard known as StoneKeeper was renowned for transforming stories and memories of lost soldiers into tales imbued with grim wisdom. He has now since passed his legacy down to me. We are now tasked to learn from them, as each narrative he sought chronicled the strategies that outmaneuvered sheer numbers of the Wyrm with cunning know how. The knowledge of past battles is our newest deadliest weapon, which can be far more effective than a single sword. Our lands are afflicted by the Wyrm, a vile and relentless corruption, which erases lives and devours the essence of our planet; destroying what little resilience is left. For me, storytelling is not merely an art; it's a lifeline thrown into the swirling maelstrom of despair, where urging Gaians to look beyond the chaos and to embrace the sage lessons of yesterday is how we're going to enhance our chances of survival. To chronicle and preserve the past, my responsibility is paramount so that we do not repeat our errors of bygone eras. Each tale I record, becomes a vital thread in the tapestry of our existence. I record upon sacred relics, each stone engraving preserves a measure for the next generation to come, as my Grandfather did before me. And as the cities crumble beneath the gnawing grip of the Wyrm's ravaging appetite, it is a storyteller's very breath that seems to stir the ghosts of fallen warriors to not be forgotten. We carve echoes of history from the spirits, or vital truths by Gaians, who live to tell their tales while our very numbers dwindle. It is our strategy that will save us to live another day. It allows us to approach the darkness and not live in despair. We are navigating the very survival guide of modern day warfare. So whether I etch the triumphs or horrors of battle, may it ignite a spark in hearts when all else is lost. We do not want to be doomed to repeat our mistakes. We learn from them, or we simply die. Do not let the silence of forgotten battles envelop us. Tell us your stories of immence sacrifice, and greatest victories. Your survival could prepare new generations of warriors. Thus, with every word still inhaled and every story exhaled, I cultivate an enduring hope for our people. Each tale is a lifeline in the void of the war around us. And I will fight to ensure the essence of our collective battles against the Wyrm will not leave us forever rotting in graves of oblivion.
	Soundtrack War March - War Drums The legion marches on, the fourteenth branch Move on, and out of our way! The call to victory beckons The glory is ours! Rownd a Rownd - Sage Todz Ma'n dod rhy hawdd, dwi'm yn son am TGAU, pan dwi'n deud bo fi'n ace’ior prawf Cadw bol and dwylo’n llawn Nofio drwy’r casineb heb y poen dwi'n anghyflawn Eisau’r cerddi chwyddo’n fawr, gwylia fi fel rownd a rownd Life goes round and round They Dont' Know Your Hell - Dark Force Bampi's long winded Warrior advice. Now you get to hear it too. It's common sense, but suck it up punk. Wear your pain like armour. Will anyone give a damn? It doesn't matter, get back on your feet. Just carry the weight so others don't have to. Don't fukken fall asleep. Listen.		RP Hooks Storyteller - Tells the stories. Musician - Knows a few instruments. Archivist - Archives the stories he hears and collects. Poet - Can spin a yarn. Farmer - He is learning.
	Rumors Rumor 1: Every Sept seems to know him. He's collecting stories just about everywhere. Rumor 2: Drives around in Bampi's old antique car when Anton isn't looking. Rumor 3: Doesn't like to comb his hair. It's a lion's mane of mess. Rumor 4: The brothers come from a family of old money but they don't act that way.
	Contacts Anton - Elder Brother and Alpha of Atlas Crown. Arthfael - Brother and Judge of Atlas Crown. Sean - He's been around awhile. Wise. Would like to learn some of his recipes. Celeste - Can't wait to learn more of her story. Gaz - Meeting him felt like home. He was 'tidy'! (Welsh slang)
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