Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20161219065535/@comment-4211788-20161221080635

Hiero grunts wanting to say something but keeping his mouth shut in order to not divert attention from the Monk.

"What do you want to know?" Sighs the monk.

Hiero responds quickly. "We want to know about the cherades going on in this island. You've been very untrustworthy, and how convinient that you lack the strength to retrieve your own relic. You lost this island to six ruthless monstrosities for all we know and then black mail us with the ending of our worlds."

Numen breathes in and breathes out, clearing his throat in the process. "I am Numen or Herus, many of you may already know that handle.. To be honest.. I don't know who I am. I just know things.. I was born a monk of the Bakisian Isles, born to no family or heirs. I know Malwrath, I know all of you, but not of myself.. I do not understand the hostility surrounding me, I'm simply letting you retrieve these artifacts so that you all can see another day for the sake of not me, but for your own people." The monk pauses to reflect on the situation further.

"I lost the relic before all of you came to this island, I entrusted its protection to a powerful god known as Xulius, or more commonly Xulu. He left his home land to support mine and fight for this planet. He rose up and fought Malwrath hand to hand, the hero was destroyed in the conflict resulting in him losing his godhood and nearly dying. I summoned another group of guardians to assist with this task to ensure Xulu was not alone in his efforts. I summoned Greigor the Bastion posesser of stone and ore, Moya the almighty beholder of flames, Vaylor the aquatic angel of Cordaqo, Faras the gifted genius of Ice, and finally.. Haru the ancient warrior of earth. These characters made progress in saving this world, but all of them fell into corruption of Malwrath.. I assumed all of them were dead as no one survives Malwrath's influence, but they live.. They must die." The monk takes a deep breath.

"I summoned all of you here to save your own worlds before all goes to waste. Hiero, you led your people to victory after thwarting a massive marauder invasion when you were just an early teenager. Phantom, you are inexperienced but have great potential and synergy to become something great, the hero your family has wanted, the hero you wanted to become. Taura, you have a mixed path of living but you too have assisted in a large scale rebellion and was once known as Taura the Terror, the inquisitor of great power. Ian, you are a vessel of power as well, you limit your power to humble yourself but you must remember that your job as a mercenary has trained you to be a deadly force. Finally, there's Frost. The single wolf that has caused almost a million people to die, just to go back and rewrite history saving each and everyone of them."

The monk's eyes dull. "You all have great achievements, the synergy to work as a group, and the will to keep your worlds alive. My time is up, I am worthless with out that relic, please confide in me to save your homes, your lives even." Numen says emotionlessly.

Hiero kept his arms crossed, staring at the other heroes in silence. Thoughts of nostalgia pass the hawk's mind, reminding himself that if he fails all is gone. He takes out the flag of Igna-Tribu and places it on the ground beside the fire that Numen laid.

"I may not speak for everyone, nor do I want to lead this group of individuals.. But if it's for the sake of my people, I stand ready to slay Xulu and his pathetic army.. I stand ready to destroy Malwrath and never put my people in harm again!" The hawk creates a mini-fire orb in the shape of his tribe's logo.

"I don't care if any of you like me, but if you wish to be the change you want to see in this world, stand." Hiero says boldly as the monk watches.