Virtues of a Warrior
Nine Virtues of a Warrior
His name was Dieter - a legendary warrior said to have single-handedly trained and led an army to victory against the greatest threat to face their lands. Powerful, intimidating, but well-rounded none the less, tales of his abilities and achievements spread like wildfire. They say he embodied a true warrior; held every virtue required to reach certain victory in every battle.
He survived battle after battle; continued to raise the strength of his army as his life stretched on. Some say he may have truly lived forever, were it not for the betrayal brought on by his own men. Fueled by envy of his power, they brought him to his knees, told him they intended to take his power and make it their own. Unwilling to fight back, to destroy the loyalty and love he felt for these men, he folded to their desires - willingly allowed them to do as they pleased.
Using dark magic, they pulled apart his very soul, divided it into the nine pieces they felt would create the perfect warrior.
Pride in their duties and achievements.
Faith in their creator and their abilities.
Honor in their battles.
Knowledge of battle, their weapons and their opponents.
Compassion for the fallen and the wounded.
Being reliabile for their comrades.
Loyalty towards their commander and their men.
Bravery to face anything.
Persistence to make it through any battle.
Trapping those pieces within nine seperate rings, the traitors fought until only nine of them remained to hold the deemed sacred rings. With these rings upon their fingers, they turned to the remains of the army, drove them into battle to prove the power they now held. But they were brought to their end, suffered a horrible defeat. Some say it was because they did not embody the spirit of the rings they held, others say it was karma, and the rest claim it was to protect the rings and bring them into the proper hands.
The man who found them did not know what they were, did not understand the power he'd discovered. He was but a humble farmer, drafted into a battle to protect his lands. Collecting them in the remains of his cape, he revealed them to his commander, told them of the strange power he felt emitting from them. Enthralled by this, his commander turned the rings and their finder to their priest.
Within nine days, the priest understood - claimed to have heard a voice from within the rings, telling him their short story. He imparted this story to the commander and the farmer, begged the commander to find a suitable protector for such powerful virtues to keep others from meeting the same fate as the original owners of these young rings. But he said more than what the rings had told him. He spoke of a warning: the rings could never be given to a single person; if they were to be fully united upon one man's hands, the soul divided would be reunited with the same dark magic they had been seperated with. Possibly creating a twisted, uncontrollable being with more power than the original soul.
With a long hard look at the rings, the comamnder collected them and the tattered remains they were wrapped in and handed them to the farmer. "Take them to your home," he ordered, taking two of the rings, "on your journey home, bestow them to whomever you feel worthy." The farmer immediately understood and took his leave. The commander turned to the priest, placing the ring of Faith in his palm before sliding the ring of Pride onto his own finger. As ordered, the farmer carried those rings on his journey, stopping only when he heard the rings call to him, yearnign for a suitable host. With each call, a ring found a new home until finally only a single one remained; the ring of Honor. Prepared to disperse it like he had the others, he stopped, felt the warmth that asked to be on placed upon his own finger. And so that it is where it stayed.
Those rings remained with their new owners, passed down to a single child upon their birth by the rings orders. In time, the holder of each ring found themselves drawn to the same place and by the time each ring had met its eigth owner, they were within a days travel of one another. Each owner by this time did not understand the power they had been granted, only knew that their rings needed them.
With such a closeness, the rings call to one another. With the distance between them that is closed, the rings leave a strange feeling of madness on their own - ordering them to claim the other rings. Though, the owner of the ring of Faith has always carried the same warning; the rings must never be reunited.
NamesAgeVirtueElementWeaponColorsRank
Armand23KnowledgeFireStaffOrange7th
Dietrich22CompassionEmotionStilletoRed8th
Engel21FaithHoly/LightLexiconGold4th
Esmond22ReliabilityAir/WindKnucklesGrey6th
Radovan18LoyaltyEarthSpear/ShieldGreen3rd
Richter20HonorWaterBow/ArrowBlue9th
Spyridon19PersistencePoisonProjectilesViolet5th
Wolfgang24BraveryUnholy/DarkAxeIndigo2nd
Zachariah25PrideGhostSwordSilver1st
NameHairEyeSkinBody TypeOther
ArmandBrownBluePaleThin
DietrichBlackHoneyLight tanSlender
EngelBlondeBlueLight tanSlenderCross scar / Left side of chest
EsmondBlackHoneyTanAthletic
RadovanDark BlondeGreenTanAthleticScar at small of back
RichterAuburnHazelLight tanSnake
SpyridonWhite blondePurpleLight tanSlender / Athletic
WolfgangDark brownGrayTanAthleticTwo scars / shoulder blades
ZachariahBrownBrownDarker tanThick / Athletic
Relationships
Esmond and Dietrich are twins.
Armand and Engel are brothers.
Armand despises Engel.
Radovan and Zachariah are brothers and rivals.
Wolfgang is Armand and Engel's cousin.
Wolfgang and Spyridon are enemies.
Wolfgang hates Zachariah.
Richter avoids them all.
Dietrich hates Radovan.
Zachariah feels he's the leader of their little 'group.Noteable Facts
Armand has made numerous attempts on Engel's life.
Wolfgang has promised - in blood - to kill Zachariah.
Engel fears the rings and their power.
Richter wants nothing to do with their power.
Dietrich was the closest to obtaining another ring - Radovan's.
Radovan has pledged absolute loyalty to his 'master'.
Esmond feels he should be the true owner of the Ring of Faith.
Zachariah intends to kill each holder of the ring in a fair battle.
Spyridon only wants Wolfgang's ring.
His name was Dieter - a legendary warrior said to have single-handedly trained and led an army to victory against the greatest threat to face their lands. Powerful, intimidating, but well-rounded none the less, tales of his abilities and achievements spread like wildfire. They say he embodied a true warrior; held every virtue required to reach certain victory in every battle.
He survived battle after battle; continued to raise the strength of his army as his life stretched on. Some say he may have truly lived forever, were it not for the betrayal brought on by his own men. Fueled by envy of his power, they brought him to his knees, told him they intended to take his power and make it their own. Unwilling to fight back, to destroy the loyalty and love he felt for these men, he folded to their desires - willingly allowed them to do as they pleased.
Using dark magic, they pulled apart his very soul, divided it into the nine pieces they felt would create the perfect warrior.
Pride in their duties and achievements.
Faith in their creator and their abilities.
Honor in their battles.
Knowledge of battle, their weapons and their opponents.
Compassion for the fallen and the wounded.
Being reliabile for their comrades.
Loyalty towards their commander and their men.
Bravery to face anything.
Persistence to make it through any battle.
Trapping those pieces within nine seperate rings, the traitors fought until only nine of them remained to hold the deemed sacred rings. With these rings upon their fingers, they turned to the remains of the army, drove them into battle to prove the power they now held. But they were brought to their end, suffered a horrible defeat. Some say it was because they did not embody the spirit of the rings they held, others say it was karma, and the rest claim it was to protect the rings and bring them into the proper hands.
The man who found them did not know what they were, did not understand the power he'd discovered. He was but a humble farmer, drafted into a battle to protect his lands. Collecting them in the remains of his cape, he revealed them to his commander, told them of the strange power he felt emitting from them. Enthralled by this, his commander turned the rings and their finder to their priest.
Within nine days, the priest understood - claimed to have heard a voice from within the rings, telling him their short story. He imparted this story to the commander and the farmer, begged the commander to find a suitable protector for such powerful virtues to keep others from meeting the same fate as the original owners of these young rings. But he said more than what the rings had told him. He spoke of a warning: the rings could never be given to a single person; if they were to be fully united upon one man's hands, the soul divided would be reunited with the same dark magic they had been seperated with. Possibly creating a twisted, uncontrollable being with more power than the original soul.
With a long hard look at the rings, the comamnder collected them and the tattered remains they were wrapped in and handed them to the farmer. "Take them to your home," he ordered, taking two of the rings, "on your journey home, bestow them to whomever you feel worthy." The farmer immediately understood and took his leave. The commander turned to the priest, placing the ring of Faith in his palm before sliding the ring of Pride onto his own finger. As ordered, the farmer carried those rings on his journey, stopping only when he heard the rings call to him, yearnign for a suitable host. With each call, a ring found a new home until finally only a single one remained; the ring of Honor. Prepared to disperse it like he had the others, he stopped, felt the warmth that asked to be on placed upon his own finger. And so that it is where it stayed.
Those rings remained with their new owners, passed down to a single child upon their birth by the rings orders. In time, the holder of each ring found themselves drawn to the same place and by the time each ring had met its eigth owner, they were within a days travel of one another. Each owner by this time did not understand the power they had been granted, only knew that their rings needed them.
With such a closeness, the rings call to one another. With the distance between them that is closed, the rings leave a strange feeling of madness on their own - ordering them to claim the other rings. Though, the owner of the ring of Faith has always carried the same warning; the rings must never be reunited.
NamesAgeVirtueElementWeaponColorsRank
Armand23KnowledgeFireStaffOrange7th
Dietrich22CompassionEmotionStilletoRed8th
Engel21FaithHoly/LightLexiconGold4th
Esmond22ReliabilityAir/WindKnucklesGrey6th
Radovan18LoyaltyEarthSpear/ShieldGreen3rd
Richter20HonorWaterBow/ArrowBlue9th
Spyridon19PersistencePoisonProjectilesViolet5th
Wolfgang24BraveryUnholy/DarkAxeIndigo2nd
Zachariah25PrideGhostSwordSilver1st
NameHairEyeSkinBody TypeOther
ArmandBrownBluePaleThin
DietrichBlackHoneyLight tanSlender
EngelBlondeBlueLight tanSlenderCross scar / Left side of chest
EsmondBlackHoneyTanAthletic
RadovanDark BlondeGreenTanAthleticScar at small of back
RichterAuburnHazelLight tanSnake
SpyridonWhite blondePurpleLight tanSlender / Athletic
WolfgangDark brownGrayTanAthleticTwo scars / shoulder blades
ZachariahBrownBrownDarker tanThick / Athletic
Relationships
Esmond and Dietrich are twins.
Armand and Engel are brothers.
Armand despises Engel.
Radovan and Zachariah are brothers and rivals.
Wolfgang is Armand and Engel's cousin.
Wolfgang and Spyridon are enemies.
Wolfgang hates Zachariah.
Richter avoids them all.
Dietrich hates Radovan.
Zachariah feels he's the leader of their little 'group.Noteable Facts
Armand has made numerous attempts on Engel's life.
Wolfgang has promised - in blood - to kill Zachariah.
Engel fears the rings and their power.
Richter wants nothing to do with their power.
Dietrich was the closest to obtaining another ring - Radovan's.
Radovan has pledged absolute loyalty to his 'master'.
Esmond feels he should be the true owner of the Ring of Faith.
Zachariah intends to kill each holder of the ring in a fair battle.
Spyridon only wants Wolfgang's ring.