Eras ago, a powerful aetherial weapon was shattered into countless pieces by a band of heroes. To prevent it from ever being remade and wielded, a spell was cast over the shards of the weapon; each would travel through the aether to find sanctuary within the body of a soul who would act as its host and guardian until their dying day. These individuals, known as the branded, prepare for another year in the fight against those who would search them out to reawaken what was once sealed.
The Aeon Mercenary Free Company,
nestled within the mysterious walls of Cliffperch, has weathered another year of hiding the secret war of the branded and those who hunt that which binds them together. The continued stuggle has not come without cost. Injury, death, and far worse have beaten into those who are whispered to be bearers of a piece of the weapon that their path is not a mere walk in a field of flowers. Perhaps the worst of all has been the errosion of relationships between those who mus rely on eachother for survival. With tensions high and trust in one another tettering on the tip of a sword, the branded step forward into a new chapter of their story.
In memory of family lost, in our faith of the new lives brought into this world, may we continue to thive into this next year ahead of us.
A voice reaches out to the branded. Despite our trials something drives us forward.
Will we destroy ourselves before the Entudenin take us or will we stand against them as something greater?
Secrets continue to linger.
Are we being watched?