solarian

Long ago when magic was still new, the first solarian studied the stars, divining what he could from them. He noted their their movements and behaviours, lives, deaths, and even after. he learned to manifest weapons and armor made of purest starlight and solid darkness, and infuse them with energy from the heavenly bodies residing in the sky.

Using this power, he created a sanctuary for the Solarians at the very edge of a collapsing black hole called Nénar Ost, or solar fortress where he might observe the wonders of the universe in peace and tranquility.

Thousands of years passed, and when the first solarian, who's name is lost to history, took on 13 diciples: each of which he taught one of the arts of solaria, and after only one hundred years, the students took on more students, and soon the solarians were the primarchal military force in all the planes. but, those in power always seek more, which led to war between the orders. in the end, only 5 disciplines remain of what was once the proud Solarian military.

Solar Warriors A human in swirling black armor Wades into the midst of the enemy ranks slashing left and right with his greataxe forged from stars. For every wound he takes, a man dies, for for every step he takes, a woman falls. Standing still in the middle of enemy lines, he whispers two soft words: "black hole." and all around him becomes a swirling black mass, pulling all towards him, the sheer pressure of it crushing his enemies. A gnome wielding a dagger forged from starlight zips around the body of a fully grown dragon, just barley being grazed by the dragons claws and teeth. In a bright flash of light, the gnome appears behind the beast, and it tries to bellow, but its throat has been cut. Along with its hamstrings, its wings, and its belly. The dragon falls dead, and the gnome snickers over its corpse. A greasy looking elf slips into the bar, giving off an offensive odor, like rotten eggs. He sits in the corner letting his presence sicken those closest to him. Slowly poisoning them with the radiation pouring from his skin. Soon the patrons of the tavern fall dead or stumble out of the tavern as if drunk, even if they hadn't touched alchohol. Soon the whole town would be sick. A dragonborn stands between a death knight and his village, a sword of burning light clamped in his scaly fist. "You'll not go any further knight!" he shouts in defiance, as the death knight just laughs, advancing slowly. Bit the dragonborn stands firm and begins to grow in size, and in muscle until he stands 3 times the height of knight and horse, terrifying and wreathed in fire, his sword the size of a medium sized tree. "I told you. No further! A dwarf strides calmly and quietly through the forest, softly and slowly, a chill creeps into the air. Trees begin to grow frost, and the ground becomes crunchy. The water from a nearby lake freezes with a snap as the dwarf strides by, leaving a trail of frost and cold behind him. In his wake, everything was slow, quiet, and cold. The rest of the world enjoyed a hot summers day.

Guardians Of The Sky Solarians are, and always will be the very souls of justice in the cosmos. They have stood for thousands of years as pillars to lean on in times of trouble, and powerful guardians of right and wrong. But since the Solarians civil war, the orders have fallen into decline, and some were even lost to the ages or wiped out entirely, their teachings scattered amongst the stars. Most remaining warriors have taken to be simple wanderers, searching for work and hawking their talents in the taverns and inns of the worlds of the prime material plane. But others, a precious few still stand and fight. They truly bear the name of Solarian proudly. During the great war, Nénar Ost and the grand master were lost, so the remaining leaders of solaria took their charges and made homes amongst the stars, just as their master once did. The order of Móre assa settled in a new fortress called Sinya Ost. At the edge of a massive singularity inhabiting an empty galaxy. The order of Linte Nénar took residence upon the comet Calima, soaring through the cosmos in search of the one true master. The order of Nique-Súre take. shelter near a white dwarf called Siale. The order of Beleth Tinu have made themselves a fortress in the never ending supernova of Alcarin. And finally, the order of Threin Gal took their place near a raging pulsar, waiting for the day the master would return.