notes

The concept for these characters (especially Fenryn) came from the Paladin oath from Dungeons & Dragons 5th edition, Paladin: Oath of the Watchers.Fenryn's face claim is Fenris from Dragon Age 2. Shaenan is inspired by this cool picture I found.Check out my other character, Anaura.

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Fenryn icon Fenryn page Shaenan icon: i couldn't find the source Shaenan page Notes
The Watchers Background

fenryn imûne

There have always been stories of knights slaying dragons, saving princesses from decrepit towers in the middle of a wasteland, and undead armies rising up against the forces of good. Those stories are fantastical, and one would do well not to give credence to such fantasy. No single knight can fell a dragon. No princesses are being kept in unguarded towers in the middle of nowhere, and there have never been armies of undead attacking the forces of good.There are legends of eldritch horrors breaching between worlds, consuming whole cities and nations with a single bite, corrupting the minds of mortals, and blackening the sky. There are also legends of the Watchers, champions of light and bravery. Whose sacred Aniarac markings grant them the power to fight these abominations. One might shake their head at such notions. If one single knight cannot best a dragon, how can he destroy such great darkness?It is an honest question.The valley was misty, it was whimsical. the rolling hills were gentle, and they were comfortable. The farms were full of crops and cows, and the sun always poked over the mountains in the morning. He wanted things to stay like that forever because it was familiar and he loved his home. His family.But pretty things never stay pretty. Not even his mother, who became horrific when a hand touched her face. She was something he couldn't unsee, nothing he could describe. His father began to burn. The hand that touched his mother reached for his sister, and she turned into a monster. She chased him away from their village and into the mist where the hands couldn't find him. Shaenan became herself again, but blood still lined her lips.

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shaenan imûne

Creatures prowl in the night, but monsters prowl the city streets and the small plain settlements and port towns on the coasts. They eat the flesh off of the poor souls unlucky enough to be caught. They devour endlessly, their hunger insatiable. Not even their mother's voice can calm them. Those that are precious to them are the most tempting.The most haunted souls are those with the brightest eyes and the deepest hearts. They are the ones who fear themselves, and the uncontrollable chaos that lies within them. They lock themselves away in a palace and let no one touch them. What will become of them when they can no longer see themselves? They become the beast.It is an honest answer.She spent her time in the gardens and flowerbeds. The sweet scent of roses and peonies was once her favorite one, and she carried it with her. The blossoms on the trees were once her favorite thing, they were beautiful in the spring. She wanted to live like this forever because it was comfortable and familiar. There was no hunger.But then the hands touched her face. Her mind became dark and her body became hungry. No matter how much she consumed, the hunger never died. Blood became her favorite scent, those of lambs and tender hearts, and she will forever crave it. The flesh of her victims became her favorite thing, and she will forever devour it. She will prowl forever because it is the only way to calm the beast. There is only hunger.

the watchers

Since the birth of the First Mulmaen World, horrors from beyond have threatened the natural balance. Entities and creatures beyond comprehension have ripped open the veil between worlds and crawled through to corrupt and devour the souls of Aniara's precious creations. They are gluttons filled with wrath and hatred, and some have crossed through to give rise to monstrous beasts and dangerous cults.The Watchers are a religious sect of the Aniarac faith who believe it is their divine purpose to protect Mulmae from those who would threaten it. They devote their lives to slaying beasts and entities that tear through into its material plane. It is thanks to them that Mulmae thrives, yet no one ever acknowledges their endeavors. But that does not hinder themThey live by a code, the Oath of the Watchers:Vigilance. The threats I face are cunning, powerful, and subversive. I must be ever alert for their corruption.Loyalty. Never accept gifts or favors from fiends or those who truck with them. I shall stay true to my order, my comrades, and my duty.Discipline. I am the shield against the endless terrors that lie beyond the stars. My blade must be forever sharp and my mind keen to survive what lies beyond.The Watchers serve Aniara, but they also serve her Sibyl.The Sibyl of Aniara is a woman whose voice is dedicated to the goddess. She is Most Holy, the Enlightened, and her word is law. Law among the protectors, the champions imbued with the Goddess' light. Her duty is to provide guidance and peace, and to unite the champions in the face of a blight; when horrors from beyond threaten the balance of the world.In the event that a Sibyl dies, a memorial is held and a ritual performed, to find her successor.

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