I decided to write some lore/fiction regarding the game due to some inspiration of journals already written here, and some of the books I am reading. Sorry, but I used real character names from the game, but I made sure you never had any talking.

Chapter 1
THE MONK’S DISCOVERY

Early in the morning, I stumbled out of the guild house onto Maeville Lane, still somewhat asleep. As I passed by a Parrian man with a silly moustache which most of them hold. He simply looked at me silently, his eyes begging to be led to the barracks to be recruited. I scratched my head, and simply continued walking. Bodhin will probably grab him anyways, I thought, and whistled my way to Hellespont Square. Hellespont Square is a quiet place where I can gather my thoughts. Why do they always have to be marched everywhere, can we not put up a sign giving directions to the barracks or something, or are they too dull to figure out the way themselves I wondered. While sitting on a bench, I watched some kids run by, one tripping on a tree branch. I started mumbling something about education reform would help Parrian march themselves, and then Bodhin entered the location, shortly thereafter five Parrian men. He greeted me and proceeded west with the men marching along. I decided I needed to get up and do something productive, so I stood up and started sprinting towards Kenkria.

"Nothing more productive like killing evil monks," I chuckled, sprinting past Astrea. As I approached the forest before the entrance of Kenkria, I did a quick glance to see if somebody else such as Mazrackia or Jahad had killed them already. Instead, I saw a group of six monks and Kenkria gathering around the spring, some drinking from its refreshing water. To see them all together like this, with the leader Kenkria there as well, was very queer and I was quite baffled what they might be doing.

Being very curious of what they might be chatting about, I pulled out a bug-rune from by pack-back. Quite covertly, as the monks ensued their discussion, I threw the bug-rune over the soft, green grass to a place near enough to them. The throw was not noticed, and I simply sat behind a tree and listened.

“We cannot simply let them douse their blades and kill us group by group every day,” said a brown-clad monk.
“Cecil, Mazrackia, Jahad, other knights, and the entourages they lead are becoming more frequent and more troublesome,” said another brown-clad monk.

Upon hearing my name, I listened much closer, to make out the many voices of the monks.

“Calm down, calm down, my fellow monks. Our cause shall not be dampened by their forces. I have happened upon a power much greater then ours found in an old forgotten temple,” spoke Kenkria.

I frowned upon hearing this. Just what force would he be talking about, and for what cause? Long I have fought the monks of Kenkria, but never have I learned anything about them. I have doused my blade in their evil blood, but what evil do they hold, or aspire to?

“Well, it is quite simple, a passage was found into the northern mountains through the forest east of here. It is a wild and unpredictable place, yet it holds weapons and magic not revealed in the realm of Avalon, as I know of. I scouted through with a few fellow monks, and stumbled upon this place. There we found this orange amulet. Behold its power,” stated Kenkria.

I was not in view of the monks, and the power remained much to my curiosity.

“A-a-astounding!” “Such power!” “A power beyond power!” some monks uttered shortly after Kenkria’s speech.
“Now you see its power, and there must be more where it came from. We shall secretly scout out the areas, slowly finding artifacts we can employ for our cause. The monks of Kenkria can be unstoppable!” boasted Kenkria.
“Where did you find the mystical place in the forest,” a monk spoke out, “I have been through there many times without any knowledge of this passage at all.”
Kenkria responded, “It was an accident how we found it, it is placed in an interesting spot. You see all you need to do to find it is go we-“
“Wait,” a monk interrupted, “what is this… it looks odd.”

I hoisted an eyebrow.

“Damn! There is a bug-rune here, we have been listened in on,” shouted the monk.
“Quick! Scout the forests, the eavesdropper shall not escape alive!” commanded Kenkria.

Upon hearing this, I scrambled to my feet. In the distance, I could hear footsteps stamping leaves, and I began running southwestwardly, deeper into the forest. I cannot handle a huge group of monks, including Kenkria. I continued to run down the path, and stopped when the forest became too dense to travel through. I began to look for another route to take, as two brown-clad monks when two monks ran into sight nearby, huffing and puffing. There was no way around them without being seen, so I went to an open space, and unsheathed my two swords. Bloodshed would be inevitable. The two monks spotting me, nervously approached me, both wielding a knife.

I really did not feel like chatting or engaging in trash-talk, so I dashed towards one of the monks, one sword spinning in each hand. He looked at my blades, bewildered at the impending edges, and he held up his knife in defense. I thrusted my left sword horizontally with such force it whipped the weapon out of his hands. As I swang around with my right hand sword carrying the momentum, I noticed the other monk approaching behind me rather rapidly. I put my foot up and pushed off the disarmed, recoiling monk to the ground to throw my self toward the direction of the other sprinting monk, raising myself above him, flipping, and slashing him in the back with both blades, sending him sprawling onto the other monk. Taking advantage of the situation, I quickly sheathed one sword, and ripped out the lance strapped to my back and heaved it toward the toppled monks. The quick, low throw landed and pierced perfectly hitting the first monk in the back, and falling through to puncture the monk on the bottom. The monks cried in agony, as they were unable to move in the uncomfortable position. I coolly walked over, and grasped the lance firmly. With great force, I quickly lodged it out of both of them, blood gushing out, sending the top monk to the ground, leaving them lying next to each other, still breathing and still bleeding. Unsheathing one sword to my left hand and wielding the lance in my right, I promptly fell both tips onto the monks’ respective hearts, piercing smoothly, blood spattering everywhere. Rising from my knees and removing both weapons from the now dead monks’ bodies, I cleaned the lance in some grass, and strapped it back to my back. I unsheathed the other sword, and proceeded to douse one sword in one monk’s blood, and the other sword in the other monks’ blood. The blood seeped into both swords, leaving no traces on their fine edges, and both now could execute another trueslay.

Now free of pursuers, and the other monks off somewhere else searching, I wondered how I could learn more of what they wanted to achieve and why. I ran through the forest quickly without any encounters and continued on southwards toward Parrius. I walked down Consort Way to reach my guild, passing Bodhin and three other Parrian men marching along. Going through Hellespont Square, some of the kids cautiously averted my path and an old man sitting on a bench cringed as I walked by. I pondered why they were responding so, and continued down. I walked onto Maeville Lane, and saw a young enchanter Remus walking by as well. “Picking some herbs, maybe? I see you have your shop west of Hellespont Square prosperous and running,” I said happily. Remus smiled at my approach, but his smile soon went to grimace, and he darted southeast. I frowned at his strange response, and continued to my guild house.

Chapter 2
BACK HOME

The guild house of the Warriors always hath a pleasant home. The scent of fresh meat being cooked and well-furnished rooms welcomed me every time. Passing some young warriors who compose many of the great legions of the Warriors, I encourage their hard work with a “Keep it up!” The young warriors, wielding some basic leather armour and clothing, some of it made of iron, wielding wooden practice words, wide-eyed at my approach, became startled and somewhat frightened. They immediately began to work harder at their various training, and almost frantically it seemed. I wondered at their reaction, as I did earlier in Hellespont and with Remus, and strode on into the main hall. There stood Targan the Weapon Smith, and as usual, never making weapons.

“Hail, my good friend!” I shouted, shaking his hand.
“Hail to you as well, Cecil,” Targan replied, “How are you?”
“I am doing well. I got the most puzzling looks on the way here, though.”

Targan then burst out laughing. Grinning ear to ear, he responded, “Well, just look at your current apparel, my friend, you are blood soaked toe to head. Still wet it seems, and your hair and face were not spared crimson red as well! You even made a trail on the way in.”

Stupidly, I looked at my apparel, and looked at my bloodstained hands. “Argghhh, I did not even realize!” I exclaimed. My thoughts wandered back to the reactions of the others earlier. I usually remember to clean up at the spring in Kenkria.

“Hohohoho! The sight of a bloodied baron must have been surprising to some,” Targan chortled. “Anyways, did you sport with some monks earlier?”

I nodded my head, and gave a quick wave, “I am going to go clean myself up. I will be back soon.” Targan waved to me, and then turned towards an apprentice warrior who was requesting assistance with his swordplay.

I passed back through the halls, where I saw warriors training I passed earlier. They nervously eyed me again and began to pick their pace, as I head into the sleeping quarters of the guild. Nothing more relaxing then unwinding in the hot showers I thought, as I wandered in. The washrooms here are fine and spacious, and I begin untying all of my armour and clothing. As I unstrapped each piece, I let it clank to the floor, and finally I strip down all of my clothing underneath the armour, and step into the showers and turn on the hot water.

After I am well wetted, I reach for the soap I had placed in their earlier, and began scrubbing myself. I remember as I am using the soap that I need to fulfill that request for more soap commodity, and I make mental note of it. As I let the waters melt away any worries, the recent events in Kenkria resurface to my mind. Long has Kenkria remained largely un-superior to Parrius in size, economy, and military, I thought, how could any magic they obtain even hope to make a dent in us. Did they even want to attack Parrius or any city, maybe they have other aims? Realizing again that I had little knowledge of Kenkria’s history or goals, I thought of how I can learn of them.

I finished washing myself clean, removing all traces of blood and mud, and turned off the water. I wandered over to my private room, picked up some fresh clothes, and proceeded to put them on. A simple dress shirt and pants would be perfect for unwinding around town, and I happily hummed as I tied on my plain, brown shoes. I reached for my bloodied clothes, wondering if I would ever get it clean again. I scrubbed it in water in a nearby sink for a few minutes, until I could get the blood as faded as possible, and put all my clothes in a bucket to be hung and dried later. Next, I doused my armour, which bloodied as well, with warm water and soap, which cleaned up nicely without traces of blood. Lastly, I reached for my soaked lance I used today, and cleaned it the same as the armour. I left the armour and weapons outside the shower. I picked up the bucket containing the clothes, and proceeded toward the nearby window to hang them. After hanging all of the clothes, I wiped my brow, and strode out back to the entrance hall.

Targan was sitting in a nearby chair, snoring loudly with an empty chalice next to him smelling of beer. I sighed, as I noticed a few empty bottles on the ground, which held the same odor. He was obviously out for the night, so I stretched, and carried on out of the guild. Most of the warriors were either sleeping or outside the guildhall, save some spare warriors going over legion plans in detail.

I walked out onto Maeville Lane, and pondered how I would spend my time. Maybe Mysterin was around; if she was, we could get out her mystic stone and mess around with some novices and citizens. Then I remembered that Cabe probably had enslaved her stone. I snapped my fingers, and continued on to Hellespont Square. It was dusk, and it was mostly cleared out, except for some old men finishing their chess games and some kids running by. I figured that I should get something done before the sun goes out, and I suddenly remembered promising Targan I would get some more wood for the guild. The guild was certainly not out of wood, but the commodity was running somewhat low and it getting some more would be best. I decided to go to the woods near Astrea and Kenkria to cut down some trees and get the wood.

It was quiet, and the sun had subsided and the bright stars of night gave way. The sparkling of the moon and stars enchanted me, so I slowly walked through Parrius inhaling the view. The white light of the full moon glistened on the trees and gardens as I passed by. I nodded my head at the guards as I walked through the northern gates of Parrius, took a breath, and started my sprint toward the woods.