Book of Scrirocco

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.

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

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.

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.

This next passage came in a dream like vision, from the perspective of Markus Alistar... It was at a workshop on developmental Tradesperson and Vendors. A type of social gathering for new ideas at surviving in the Wasteland. Markus had finished the 4th installment of a Tradesperson. It was inside an older building near an exit that led to a larger castle like building that was on the verge of collapsing. Something had called Markus' attention was now on other matters of the spirit world. As Markus signalled to his colleague in the seats that were of a stand like description, in front of a white board where their work was being done, a voice called out to Markus, and he left through the exit closest to the room they were working in.

As Markus approached the now collapsed section of the old castle like building, there was a feint light that was glazing over where the outside world met the collapsed wall. He continued on as he reached the building, Markus had lost memory of who he was, in the sense there was no individualism that existed for the time he was engulfed in this feint light. Markus looked into the building and heard a voice calling once more, for the Sentinel. It called out this name that Markus remembered no more, it called out several times to him and his body began to move on its own, with Markus still conscious of self but was intertwined with the higher self. Markus headed back to the previous building that he had left earlier. Calling out the name that was given to him and down came a person who was preparing to do this presentation for the next idea for this new system. Markus recognized him as Mecai, a good friend that attended educational organizations, with Markus several years back... This was a future that Markus was enjoying and has not come to pass yet... Mecai bounded the stairs in the stands in moments and was at Markus' side. Mecai bowed before Markus and then was led by Markus into the feint light in the collapsing building.

Mecai nodded his head as Markus asked him if he wa the name in which was called out, but do not recall. Mecai again nodded and stepped into the middle of the room inside the collapsed part of the castle like building. Mecai closed his eyes and began to do a meditation and prayer. Markus was not familiar with. When Mecai finished he became a translucent body of light and Markus became a spectral like body and became an observer. Mecai spoke to the spirit that called for him and Markus was unable to recall the conversation. Mecai then asked if there was more to see inside this sector of the spirit realm. The script claimed there was much and Mecai nodded and headed into the neighboring room where a stairs led down into a larger area in this collapsing castle like building. Markus had moved into the neighbouring, he passed half way down the stairs and his eyes adjusted and were able to see through walls and floors to see what he was going to do.

Mecai looked around, still in his translucent body as Markus observed him. Mecai then noticed a small stack of baskets and weaving materials in a corner of the room, he headed over to them. Markus had to pass cack into the previous room to have a clear view of the baskets and seen that there was something stirring in them. Mecai claimed that there was some sort of spirit there that was disturbing the stability of this area of the castle like building and allowed the veil between dimensions, that existence and the spirit realm, to be weakened. Markus nodded in agreement after he noticed that Mecai must have had the same ability as he, to peer through walls in such a manner. Mecai nodded back at Markus and then looked over at the spirit that called them there. She was warned that there was something dangerous about this entity that weakened that veil between worlds. The spirit sounded like a feminine voice. She took Form as a specter. Mecai then turned around and peered through the baskets and as Markus was about to do the same, he had awoken...

Scriers of Scrirocco, hark these words as we discover who the Gatekeeper Truly is...

Markus was running through an old part of town and met up with a person he recognized. Markus' acquaintance had achieved a higher state of evolution. He could become one of the Four Basic Elements. As long as he had a sudden surge of change in his state, A shockwave of energy bursts out from him and sent Markus and himself into a phased dimension between reality and this new unfamiliar reality. There were only subtle changes but they were very defining...

Buildings abandoned, not a soul in sight. The sky was darkened over, but the sun still broke through the clouds and gave them a rusty brown tinge. The person Markus was with accused him of their situation. He stood up and brushed himself off and walked off dispersing into an ether cloud and vanished. Markus was left alone on the streets of this barren world. He walked for some amount of time that he could not define, since time was relative in this reality. Markus passed alley after alley, there were a few people that had lost all hope and will. Markus paid little attention to them, but he had the feeling that a few looked at him with a more sinister intent. Markus knew he was being watched and followed. He turned down a street he knew but it was just as barren as the rest of this place.

Markus reached a friend's residence, or at least it was in his place in the reality Markus was from. The wind picked up and stirred dust clouds, and a whirlwind of fallen leaves. Markus hurried into the building. It was an unsettling feeling that filled Markus as he began to climb the stairs. He heard a scurrying sound of what should have been his friend's pet dog, but it seemed a bit fast and there was a light thud that was never present with their dog. Markus took note of it and stayed on guard and continued up the stairs. Markus reached the second floor, he proceeded to the lounge where his friend's grandmother had spent her last days rocking in a chair. It was eerie in that room, Markus could have sworn he could still feel her presence there. Suddenly there was a shriek that came from above Markus' head and off to the left. The best description would be a banshee howl. It would not have surprised Markus if it was one, he told himself, and Markus spoke too soon because it ended up being just that, a banshee Form of Markus' friend's grandmother. Markus backed out of the room keeping his guard up. Dashing up the next flight of stairs.

Markus walked across the room; again he heard the wift scurrying and light thudding of what he thought to be his friend's dog. This time something dashed passed Markus about six feet in front of him. It was quick, all Markus seen was a black shade, with a crimson tinge. He looked around rapidly for the first weapon he could find, there was nothing of use yet Markus continued to proceed into the side room, that the shade dashed into. As Markus was just beyond the doorway he seen a beam of sad looking light, there was a rather large hole in the roof that broke through the next several floors. Markus was a bit relieved but not for long. The shade had dashed across the hole and then down to the floor that Markus was on. It sat there, in a darkened corner for a moment Markus could see the glint of light off its eyes, they were an amber colour. It looked to sand up and change Form. As it walked on two feet in Markus' direction. Markus knew it was a friend, Sheila.

Markus began to ease up and let some of the tension go. Yet he was unsure if she would recognize him in this reality. Sheila had a surprise look on her face, she could not believe what she seen, Markus. "You're Alive!" Sheila said, with energy to support the expression. She came right up to Markus and gave him the biggest bear hug he has ever received. Sheila took him to the upper most floor of the building. Markus began to make the connections it was an apartment building she owned and lived in. Now with the state of the world in this reality, it was barren and Sheila was the only living soul that she knew in the building. Sheila explained what had happened and Markus told her his story, with the elemental chameleon. Sheila made the connection and realized Markus was not the Sentinel she once knew yet he was the exact same person she remembered from the days and several years after high school.

Sheila said the elemental chameleon was an old friend of ours but has lost most of his memories of them. Sheila said the reason Markus was brought from his reality into theirs was because of the verge of evolution that Markus was about to go through, it was exactly like that of the Sentinel she grew up with. Being so close to one of the many partial rifts happening in both Markus' reality and Sheila's, gave him the initial nudge needed to cross it. The Rifts are by-products of what had happened in Sheila's world, and it was trying to merge both Sheila's and Markus' Reality. Sheila explained to him what would happen and what kind of abilities that would awaken in Markus due to his evolution.

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...

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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

Hark, honest reader, these are the words of Scrirocco, by the hand of the Matriarch, Audrey. The leaders of the Trion Titans are a Creation of Lore by the word of the Gods, and by the hand of the Scribe. Original ideation that sprouted out of the seed of legend. Now you are able to have a little insight on both these creations, lore, and legends... enjoy. We Scriers of Scrirocco, continue our documentation of the Gods Lores, we share the origins of Ewan's Blood Baron's.

Known to leave their enemies blood all over the battlefield, though they were drenched with the enemies blood as well. Their enemies blood was thought to have given them superhuman strength that allowed them to overpower their enemies; even though they may not have looked like cold hearted killers. They honored their enemy knowing they could have been the one's on the ground dead, but they keep on going about their duty. Ewan Alistar, leader and mentor of the Blood Barons. A man of the sword in the ancient art of Aikido, he spent years becoming a true samurai.

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.

In the third dream of Scrirocco, the Heroes of the Past... Ewan Alistar continued on his story as though it happened only yesterday...

They were heading out on their routine patrol, Trevor and the Higher Monarchs headed off to fight in the land of dragons, Uncle Jack and the Dune Prowlers explored the deserts of the East, and of Asia; but one particular country had Ewan and the Barons there for several months... Thailand. It was smooth sailing for the first few weeks that the Blood Barons stayed there. Only the occasional uproar of local Soulmongers that owned some of the coastline along the Andaman Sea. A few days after the time of relaxation there was a great uproar from the Soulmongers. They began to invade in-land into the local villages and killing off all those that resisted. Ewan caught wind of this, a shy too late. The village was pillaged and the supplies either stolen or destroyed. At that moment it was the Blood Barons turn to take action! They planned for months before even arriving in Thailand, how they were to eradicate the Soulmongers. It was time to put theory into practice. The Blood Barons began their attack discretely as to not draw attention to the Soulmongers of their movements. As Ewan remembers it, the temperatures were cold as night had fallen, for such a location as the Andaman Sea. The cold was irregular for the location; yet they did not lose their head over such things.

Ewan and the Barons entered the encampment and took out all the night guards swiftly as to not awaken the rest of the Soulmongers. There were a few close calls but it was handled swiftly. Their leader always hid himself in a nearby cave for protection. This is when the trouble arose. The Blood Barons were spotted by a scout whose own smarts got the best of him. Though they were detected the archers made quick work of the scout. Now the real battle had begun. As more of the Soulmongers arose the more the word had gotten to their leader. The Soulmonger commanding General escaped at the last moment before his forces were engulfed in arrows. The time it took to track down the commanding Soulmonger was what made things worse.

The commanding Soulmonger General had the ability to turn those who were at loss of hope into Soulmongers. Since it was a very impoverished area of the country there was no problem for the commander to build up a force so quickly in the few hours he had escaped. They travelled with unthinkable speed. Luckily the Blood Barons were equipped to handle such attacks. They did not want to harm those who were influenced by the power of the commanding Soulmonger General. The Blood Barons incapacitated most of the force. The commander Soulmonger had almost escaped if it was not for Jack's force, the Blood Barons would have lost all sight of the commanding Soulmonger General.

Jack had finished doing a mission in the Sin Kiang Desert, and made haste down south to aid the Blood Barons. Jack ambushed the the commanding Soulmonger General and his few remaining loyal guards. Ewan and the Blood Barons took away the weapon that had turned the people into Soulmongers, and locked away the commander Soulmonger in the hidden prison. There was no hope left for the general, for he was assassinated shortly after his capture in the prison. Some say the Soulmonger General's spirit haunt those who killed him, but there is no recorded script of the case. So we leave you with these thoughts to feed your mind, children of creation.

For our next scry, we monks of Scrirocco, have collected much in scripts and scrolls. Tentative reader we urge you to see through formalities and structure for these passages are to build our Lore... As we move forward we must learn from the elders and ancients, and free our words to inform you of the legends and words of the Gods.

On a regular routine, Trevor DeMonch of the Higher Monarchs headed off to fight in the land of dragons, Uncle Jack and the Dune Prowlers explored the deserts of the west, and Ewan Alistar the leader of the Blood Barons had the southeastern countries of Asia, but one particular country had Trevor and the Higher Monarchs there for several months. The Land of Dragons, which was a seat of power inside the dark barrens to the east as far as China. The Higher Monarchs were Trevor's legion of warriors who took seat inside the Dragon's Den. The political seat of power in this land of dragons. The Dragon's Den was the ruling power that had made progress involving lands far to the west with help from Russia.

This place was no more than a Common Hall for decision making in the east, it controlled armies of monstrosities for centuries, some have even found peace with mankind in order to do their bidding. As a representative of both the Higher Monarchs and the Deathunter Corps. from beyond the seas to show up inside the Dragon's Den of this profound collection of entities that the Deathunters have longed in meeting. They were on good terms through trade from western shores to see them arrive from their west, was a little unnerving for the Den.

Trevor and the Higher Monarchs brought new trade routes and resources for markets, centuries ago with this ancient Council of Dragonkin and their allies. The Deathunter Corps. has come across these beings centuries ago following the trade routes of Sinbad. This was ancient knowledge only known to the Men of Letters, and Deathunter Corps. Who gain their ancestry from ancient clans of Atlanteans who created the Hunters in the first generation of the Blood Wars.

The Dragon's Den began whispering amongst themselves as Trevor DeMonch started his statement. The Higher Monarchs and the ancient organizations were on trial in front of the Dragon's Den of both Siberia and Asia Major. A collective of species and humans that created the country of "The Land of Dragons". Their crimes were unknown at the time to the council as Trevor continued on with his announcement.

"We seek council with both the Dragon's Den and the Land of Dragons. Hark, we seek silence from the East in matters involving the Deathunter Corps. and the Trion Titans. We only seek harbour and stay for a while as we follow the efforts of the Hunter's on the Blood Wars."

The Den began whispering amongst themselves as Trevor had just barged in unannounced, just like his teacher and master Dr. Dion Martell. The announcement was clear and succinct to the letter, just like Dr. Martell would do, such confidence with a bit of treacherous threat that never really follows through. Which gave them both their charm and danger. This was never really figure out since Dr. Dion Martell's clan was one of the founding families of the Deathunter Corps. They did all what they needed to do, in order to see another day. It was both a blessing and a curse for the Deathunters' but they seemed to always have an advantage since Dr. Martell's family seemed to carry weight on both sides of the table. Trevor and the Higher Monarchs were able to make a point that mattered to all who listened in on their family.

With a little confidence and a bit of luck, the Dragon's Den allowed for a guild to be placed on the Land of Dragons and a seat in the council. Trevor had much to keep their word too if this revolution is to work for the needs of both the Deathunter Corps. and the Higher Monarchs, since they were the most suspicious of the Trion Titans. Trevor DeMonch, leader of the Higher Monarchs, General of the Trion Titans, and Councillor of Deathunter Corps. This casefile was disclosed to the archives of the Deathunter Corps. and hope their ambitions are met and the world saved once more, if only by a hair...

Next we see Jack Bruce and his casefile... As Scriers of Scrirocco, we share the next legend of our Lore...

Jack Bruce, Commander of the Trion Titans, lead his Dune Prowlers and moved in assault to the Deserts of the Western shores of Arabia and Africa, Trevor and the Higher Monarchs headed off to fight in the Land of Dragons, Ewan and his Blood Barons had the southern countries of Asia; but one particular country had Jack and the Blood Barons there for several months. The Sin Kiang Desert and Thailand. Before Jack and the Dune Prowlers were to venture east, they needed to do a bit of research in order to prepare for one of the most hardest locations on earth. So Jack and the Dune Prowlers went to Sin Kiang Desert, in Northern China. They packed a truckload of water and a truckload of rations to do this expedition to prepare them for the harsher climates of Egypt and Arabia. The Dune Prowlers made contact with the local guide, who was going to be there through the tour of the desert training. The guide mentioned that the desert was very similar to the desert the Dune Prowlers had taken on, earlier that year. Jack prepared the men and geared up for the first kike into the Sin Kiang Desert. The Dune Prowlers scoped out a route and a cave or two they could use for shelter.

The Dune Prowlers made their first pit stop in the cave, since it was the only viable location for the truck rations to make it. They decided to make this cave a base camp for the excursions into the adjacent desert terrain. Jack knew this area was prone to earthquakes so they made camp just outside the caves and only used it as a sleeping quarters and mission briefings. This would turn out to be both the best and worst ideas the Dune Prowlers could have asked for considering the hollow earth theory came true in the encampment. Their first excursion was being debriefed as Jack set up the daily meeting for the troops. He already had a few successful scouting missions into the desert where their exercises were to take place. The next task was to scout the cave some more, in order to give them another alternative route than that of a narrow and dense mountain climb. The Dune Prowlers had all their men in order and set them off into their squadrons. Scout, Troop, and Specialist. Each had their own distinct purposes and all needed each other to be successful. Which became an asset later on in the mission.

Jack and the Dune Prowlers began their march inward as the caves seemed to go on for miles and deep underground, giving them a perspective that was both eye opening and testing of their strength. The Dune Prowlers reached an open cavern that seemed to reach to the highest of peaks and opened to the deep darkness of underground worlds. Jack had not realized how var they made it in such little time. The men were skilled and talented being able to cover large amount of distance in such a short time. The sudden natural disasters are unavoidable and became an eye opener that was advantageous for the Deathunters and the Trion Titans.

An earthquake, that was known to be high on the Richter scale, an 8.8. The cavern billowed with the groan of the earth and deafened all who were within earshot. In a large cavern of all places the Dune Prowlers ears' rang so hard that some of the men began to bleed from the ear. Jack soon had little time to recover as the ground below their feet opened up and pulled them through. It was only moments and the Dune Prowlers found themselves free falling and then gently caught and pushed upward... As they reached the other side, their bodies fell like rag dolls so well that none of the troops were injured, only those who had their eardrums popped, a few who had them burst.

The Dune Prowlers were not far from another cave entrance that opened up into a much more milder climate and more tropical than anything they had seen in America. If Jack had not known any better He would say they were in China, or Asia somewhere. It seemed to be the only thing that made sense after what they had just experienced. Knowing many legends and lore the only one that made sense to Jack and the Dune Prowlers was... Hollow Earth. Jack may have just stumbled upon a magnetic vortex that shifted them to the other side of the planet.

Not long after their emergence in Thailand Jack encountered the Blood Barons, who were mid-mission. The Dune Prowlers were given a chance to regroup, and treated for injury. Jack then progressed with their mission, seeing that they had gone through months of expeditions that landed them in Thailand of all places. The rest of the mission report is part of Ewan Alistar's report on the Blood Barons mission log.

~ Jack Bruce, the Commander of the Trion Titans, General of the Dune Prowlers, and member of Deathunter Corps.

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.