The Book of Scrirocco - The Origin Tales

By our Art, we Scriers of Knowledge be with you always in the Forms of letters and numbers. We Scrirocco, Scribes of the Gods, shall bestow upon thee, worthy reader, and may the wisdom of the Gods be with you. We foretell an ancient lore, in the Legends of Creation; based in the platonic solids, stemming from the basis of three and eight. Showing how life continues on a larger scale through the conduits of construction the Architecht's greatest tools: Truth, Aether, and Essence. These tools give structure and framework for Creation. Given the Truth as an asset, there is no shame in honesty and willingness to accept the truth, for it is meant to be true. Living in the planar existence of Aether lies the keys to endless energy that gives essence unto all.
Bound by origin, in the essences of the elements give rise to water, fire and earth, where Aether is reflected through essence. Watermind, Firesoul, and Earthbody give rise to essence in order to reflect existence of Aether. Each possess energy in the form of light where life exists. Given the building blocks of creation, life is given Form. Find its form, exists in energy. Form is taken and shown to the world to help thyself understand itself. None are separate, all are one, and life is given Form and has its origin in the Elements. The platonic solids are Forms of Essence existing in both Aether and Essence. Giving rise to Truth as it holds the key to Form. Essence and Form harbour Fire, Water, and Earth. Allowing Spirit, Energy, and Light to flow and create our world. Amongst the universe we inhabit. The Multiverse grows, ever expanding.
Watermind lived a thousand times looking for Earthbody who lived a thousand times looking for Firesoul who live a thousand times looking for Watermind. When each found the other it gave rise to a new world making Essence rise from Aether, and taking Form. Given Light to energy, our spirit rose and filled Form. A thousand times as each gave Form to the universe. Making the Multiverse strong, and ever expanding. We call this the Sion Trinity. Where each Scion of Creation exists, we shall do its work and show the world its Truth, Essence, and Aether. The Sion Trinity are but tools for creation though they are not evil nor good they are but conduits of creative energy. There shall be a Sentinel, a Form of Guardian that shall ensure the balance of this intricate design in Three Forms'. A blade, a spear, and axe. One Guardian for each Form.
We bestow the Guardians of the Sion Trinity a soul made of Aether and Essence to enable Form, with wings of pure light and a power of creation, who shall see Truth and take action to restore balance in the world. These guardians will be of Highborn and of an Essence of Form. This will ensure the Sion Trinity balance. Giving Form to all things. May Truth, Spirit, and Light forever bless existence for the Balance is kept, Life will go on. As a scribe of Scrirocco, I Audrey have been blessed by the Architecht's and The Trinity will now transcribe the vision of The Gods:
Orb... the size of a single marble, and just as hard. It floats above surfaces, never making contact with the ground when dropped. Interacts with anyone of the chosen blood; as it has its own intelligence, A... tool as it could be considered, that possesses incredible power. When trained and worked with, they increase the chosen blood's power, skill, intelligence, and trains them while in the chosen blood's possession. These tools are rare and have no duplicates, other than false imitations. The Orb's are colored in order to distinguish one from another, for... there... are... three... Green, Blue, and Red...
I bring this vision to close and let the word of the Gods enlighten you as they have me. We scribes of Scrirocco, have had many sorts of visions, prophecy, and oracle predictions. This may be scrutinized by the outside viewers, yet our words have hung true through the ages. So speak plainly and move on for our words hold weight in Truth.
~Audrey H. Scrirocco

Isabelle A. Seraphine-Alistar was a young bride who was betrothed to Ewan Alistar when she became with child one passionate night at the Kunjiro Galla. The man hosting was none other than Kunjiro Fei Akuma. A quiet man with the wealth of a small kingdom and Baron of the Wastelands, where we find Markus and his family living out what turned into being their final days together... Twas a simple cabin in the woods not far up the side of a mountain. The view was stunning as the valley opened up from the side of the property. Markus' father had built a bench that overlooked the rolling hills specked with trees and fields. At the other end of the valley it sprawled out opening up to a small harbour, known to have frequent shipwrecks, especially during fierce storms. Famed to have sunken treasure that was guarded by a fearsome seabeast. Or so Markus' father, Ewan, would tell him.
Markus thought little of the seabeast but his eyes would glow at the thought of treasure. It was a foolish boy fantasy but Ewan smiled when Markus would ask about the lost ships that truly had sunk. Isabelle had to run off with Ewan in order to survive. The Shadowalkers had nearly killed off what remained of the Trion Titans, guardians of Sion. NOw that the Shadow Wars had taken their toll. They went into hibernation thanks to the efforts of the Trion Titans. Now divided, each member went their separate ways... the unity of the Trion Titans and the Guardians of Sion.
Ewan was a General, and one of the Trion Titans. Leader of the Blood Barons in the Kaiser Wars. The Kaiser Wars were against the Shadowmen and their assassins. They were members of the Formless. creatures of darkness that emulate Forms, most commonly human Form. Some are faceless, others are nothing but darkness, shadows on the wall that creep in and slaughter anything in its path. The Trion Titans were formidable men and women, warriors of the highest regard and shaped the reality we live in. Serving the Houses of Creation. Ewan was a member of House Seraphine but had no relation to them. Only was part of the Orphans that were recovered during long campaigns into the Wastelands.
Not long after Isabelle and Ewan were chased off by the Shadowmen, they found refuge in Lord Kunjiro's Lands. Though difficult were the terms agreed upon, Ewan was left with little choice, and no real wealth to call his own. Lord Kunjiro was a cold kind of man, liked spending time alone in a locked up office. Some say he communes with demons when hearing lots of spiritual chanting and flickering of what was left of a gerry rigged electrical system. Information on such trades was scarce in these times. Yet self motivated scrap monkeys and backyard hobbyists could only conjure up such mechanisms to even have such luxury.
Ewan was but young of age; to ensure stability for his newly betrothed, but not too far from age to start apprenticing with such a man as Kunjiro Fei Akuma. Though greuling were his terms, it ensured security amongst the Kunjiro ranks. As time passed Ewan had amassed some wealth and reputation through the land as the Lord Kunjiro's apprentice. Only as Ewan drawn closer to the lord did he see the true nature of his foul and disturbing lord. Ewan only heard rumors and assumptions through the ranks. Yet could hardly believe a fraction of them. Yet Ewan had the blinds removed as the fog rolled back on the persona that became known as the Dark Wizard Kunjiro.
As apprentice of the lord of the land, Ewan became the most trusted person to Kunjiro. It was unimaginable to Kunjiro at the point in his life he was not prepared for the coming rebellion, formulated by his most trusted. This would be enough to make a man go mad, but a man like Kunjiro, his darkness only became emptiness... These events later roll themselves out; as for now Ewan was in the process in obtaining land to settle in and have the family of his dreams.
Scriers of Scrirocco, hark these words as we discover who the Gatekeeper Truly is...



Now intrepid reader, we Scribes of Scrirocco, are of an ancient House and have seen the Sion Trinity search each other out in those Thousand times they seeked. These words are spoken through our priests and monks, are but visions, mere dreams to our kin, yet are so vivid that many of our adepts feel as though they are having this experience, but through the Scrirocco Teachings, our visions are of others among the Gods that are living these dreams. Our Scriers become so engrossed in our teachings that they are consumed by their visions, and like Air, the sacred element of Scrirocco, they are exhumed and consumed in the breath of the Gods.
Let us continue our teachings as Scriers of Scrirocco...
Time passed, and Markus was not sure how much flow of time. He was at Sheila's place where they were discussing plans for the day. They ended up at a place that was livelier than the area where Markus first appeared, in this reality. It was a massive castle like Mansion. Yet it was rattled in some areas, and other areas had no shelter from the elements, but it was still filled with many people. Other areas were rotting and looked like they were about to give in under the weight on the supports, yet people still mingled in the area. There was a court yard that had some activities going on. People of all ages gathered here. It was the only haven that was within the city. There was also a rift close by but was inactive. No person can see it with their naked eye, except for a select few, most of which kept to themselves and were rarely seen. Markus was one of them...
Now, avid student of literature, Scrirocco will now relay to you the Truth behind our Lore... We speak of the Sentinel's father... Ewan Alistar, and the Trion Titans...
Here we share the communique between Audrey Scrirocco and the House of Alistar. Ewan's involvement with the Trion Titans, made him a force to be reckoned with during his time involved with them. They were a group of war-battered heroes of the old past; their legend is a long one, but here is some excerpts from Ewan's time with the Trion Titans, and his Blood Barons...
A man of the sword and part of the Trion Titans. These Titans only consisted of three leaders, and their few people of valour. They may have been few, but each of the leaders were capable men who could have taken on whole armies. These men were of a Blessed Race, still unknown to us today; but they are easily traced back to the race of Nephilim. Ewan Alistar was the 2nd in Command out of three Leaders. He was the Commander and Chief of the Blood Barons. Trevor DeMonch was the 3rd in Command, he was Leader of the Higher Monarchs. Jack Bruce is the Lead General of the Trion Titans, in command of the Dune Prowlers. Each battalion only had an average of 5 to 6 people, but contained many people upwards of a thousand troops each, at the peak of their era. Tese men were well trusted and well trained for all environments, but all had their strengths, skilled in many styles, men of renown.
Audrey had collected casefiles on each of the Trion Titans. As expected of the Head Matriarch of Scrirocco. We now share these timeless documents and incorporate them in our scrying, in the Form of Profiling...
Refer to Character's: Ewan Alistar Trevor DeMonch Jack Bruce
Next we speak of the Sentinel. This dream was partaken by the guide of Scrirocco, for Markus Alistar. Hark his words, for he is The Sentinel.
Quoting scripture from ancient texts that were lost to this world, centuries before the Shadow Wars... The Nephilim were on the earth in those days -- and also afterward -- when the sons of God went to the daughters of humanity and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, people of renown. Genesis 6:4
Ewan Alistar was a hero of the past, a man of the sword and part of the world famous Trion Titans. Markus only had very few memories of Ewan and his friends as they were always gone off defending him, their families and friends. There were three smaller groups inside the Trion Titans. Each member had their own platoon. Markus' father was "The Blood Barons", now these people were not of royal descent, the name just made it sound interesting. Ewan would always tell Markus stories of his pilgrimages through most of the Eastern world, mainly through Asia, as it was known to our ancestors. From before the Shadow Wars. One story Ewan told Markus about, that really had him hooked in becoming just like his father and his friends. The story he told Markus, Ewan unofficially titled "The Soulmonger War". Markus was about seven at the time of the telling of Ewan's story.
Now we take our readers to the next evolution of the Lore, we Scribes of Scrirocco, leave with you Our Sentinel. He speaks freely and of his own basis of knowledge, it be foolish not to transcribe Markus Johan Alistar's works and live amongst his breath. As a final adieu, I Audrey Scrirocco, Head of House Scrirocco, and member of the Eternal House of Air, will disperse and my marks left untouched... Let us observe from our Houses and understand what transcribes here... The following entry will describe as best to the knowledge of House Scrirocco, that we can...
The Shadowmen Clan of assassins and Shadowalkers. The Shadowmen are more than solid objects, they are mostly energy containing basics of all that is dark, black as smoke. The Second dream of the Sentinel, was of the Shadowmen Clan.... Markus was running from something that he had never seen the likes of before. Blurs of blackness, flashes and zooms beside him and beyond. They repeated, in perfect harmony. "Your time is near..." this was an irritating buzz in Markus' ear. For he had not a clue what they were talking about, or its meaning.
The last time Markus encountered these things were only in visions. In a recent vision of Markus'; he was standing in front of what looked to be a shaman of some origin. The Shaman was covered from head to toe in dark, blackness; but there was no facial feature to be seen, just glowing eyes. The Shaman looked to have three sets of eyes, all lined up around his head, side by side. It spoke in a deep voice to Markus, in his mind... seeing that this shaman had no mouth to speak from.
"Your family, your clan, your village; exiled me and my loyal followers. Your father, parent, Ewan; he will suffer for what he has done to my people; and you will pay on his behalf, until Ewan is found!"
This was the first time Markus has ever heard about his father's life, outside his village. All that Markus has ever known, or remembered about Ewan, was that he would only come home late at night, after long periods of away time, but never stayed long. On holidays, and the Holy Day on the seventh period of the sun. Until one day Ewan never showed up and was presumed missing, according to Master Reikin, Ewan's best friend.
These Shadowmen that followed Markus were what the Shaman called Nightstalkers, otherwise known as the Shadowmen Assassin. 'What has Ewan, my father, done? Was it evil, or good?' was all Markus could think up after being confronted like this...
We Scribes of Scrirocco, interject for this was all the Sentinel would reveal and left our compound. There was a letter some months later sharing insight of the Sentinel. We urge you, reader of words, listen to Markus Johan Alistar.

Enclosed belongs to the long forgotten lineage of Alice and her descendants; one of which belonged to Isabelle Alice Seraphine, mother of Markus Alistar, son of Ewan Alistar. We focus our attention here, to give a full spectrum of the anthology of The Sion Trinity. One of which belongs to the House of Seraphine. House Forrester and House Deston follow this same lineage of the Trinity. Our legend encompasses all the works of the Seraphine line with Markus.

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