In the deepest darkness rests ever present light.
In the brightest light sits obstinate darkness.
One begets the other in an eternal waltz of harmony.
What if one disrupts this timeless dance?
What would become of us? Of this world?
Found as ruins of long ago, it has been painstakingly rebuilt over the past half year to become the temporary base of operations for the fledgling group calling themselves the Order of the Western Sky. Currently, the Order has but one full fledged member in Keyblade Master Raeneth Diachi, the 17th Registered Keyblade Master in the world. He has been scouring the nation under diplomatic immunity collecting rogue keyblade wielders and taking them under his wing.
Within the safe, strong walls of Roblitz they have been living and training and learning for the past six months. Some have great skill, and some are just leaning how to wield it. Together, they will fight for a better, more peaceful and understanding nation of Reveria.
However, a shadow looms on the horizon, far from their home. A shadow that will start to change everything.
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Raeneth Diachi strode into the common room, where he had all who were under his charge gather. There were several comfortable looking chairs centered around a very round marble table. There was a small radio set off on the side and plenty of open area for lounging and hanging around. He nodded at each of them, getting to know them quite well in the time he had taken them in. Some he had known for quite a while, and others just recently met. Regardless, he considered them all his Apprentices.
His blank white eyes scanned the room for a moment, and he stood transfixed before finally speaking to them after flashing a small smile.
"Thank you to everyone for showing up here. I know there aren't many of us, but I figured it was time for us to all touch base and get a summation of the previous two weeks and our efforts."
He looked down at the printed notes he had scrawled before heading to the meeting and cleared his throat.
"The city of Vel is still under martial law, but we were able to evacuate a pair of refugees from some of the mobs there. Later on in the week I, and a few others spoke to the Headmaster of Harve Academie in the north. They have agreed to send their younger students to their sister school in Akranes so that they can be safe during these troubled times. Finally, the home team has been hard at work improving the state of our rather poor barracks. Hopefully soon we can get some new beds brought in."
Raeneth said, tapping the papers gently against the desk. His brow furrowed slightly and his mouth grew taut.
"One odd bit of news, however. It seems there have been reports of a strange group of people hanging around Waltier. Reports say that a group of people dressed in black robes have been seen skulking around the Castle as of late."
He looked up at the faces staring back at him, "I'd like for the Order to go and look into this. I've already spoken to the Headmaster at Harve, and they have agreed to send their Apprentices and Knights to Roblitz in order to keep watch over Reveria in our absence."
He dropped the papers to the ground and put his hands behind his back, "We'll be chartering a ship to Waltier this afternoon. I'd like to request the presence of Knights Onaxia, Parma, and Aversano. The more volunteers the better. I have a bad feeling about this sort." Raeneth mentioned with a nod.
"With that, you're dismissed. If you'd like to accompany us, please speak to one of the Knights or myself."
He turned and walked out of the common room and would exit the front door of Roblitz. He would take a winding dirt path down to the harbor below where a relatively small boat was moored. He would be sure to inspect it before they set off on their mission.
Edited by Valor, 26 February 2012 - 04:36 PM.