THE LORE OF ARCHER



Year 235 of the Elionian Calendar



The sacred tree Kamasylve was burning in flames due to the greed of one Vedir. This catastrophe caused the sisters to turn their backs on each other. After a bitter struggle, the most extreme faction, the Ahib, placed a powerful sealing spell at the root of the tree on the night they decided to leave Grána. This is how Kamasylvia lost contact with the Watchers of the Roots.



The Ahib left once they sealed the path to the fortress for the Roots of Kamasylve. On the other end of the path lived the untold brothers of Kamasylvia, the sons of the Goddess.

They were masters of the bow and built the fortress to protect the roots of Kamasylve from the dark spirits that would come invading through the path. This was the purpose given to them by their Goddess. The sons of the Goddess called themselves the ‘Luthraghon’ and the fortress was called ‘Adùir’.



The voice of the Goddess that echoed through the roots was what gave solace to the Luthraghon and also the source of their strength. Then one day, no one could hear her voice. They also lost contact with their sisters soon after. All this happened after the day Kamasylve burnt in flames, but the Luthraghon had no way of knowing. When this happened, an elder that had protected Adùir since the beginning stepped up and reassured the Luthraghon. He told them something must have happened to their sisters, but they must rely on their sisters even more during times like these and continue to protect the fortress.



Much time had passed, then one early dawn, a horde of dark spirits that covered the entire horizon in black came rushing towards the fortress. The Luthraghon began to fall as they were unable to defend against the overwhelming power and numbers. But then, something baffling happened. While the endless waves of attacks came flooding in, a rift stretched out from the center of Adùir all the way up to roots in the sky. A “different light” came in through the cracks of the rift. The dark spirits started to approach to the rift as if they were mesmerized by the light and shattered when they came in contact.



A young Luthraghon witnessed this while the scene in front of him was filled with the blood of his fallen comrades. He thought “hope” was on the other side of the rift. He broke through the battlefield that was soaked in black and red and headed for the rift. Then the elder stood in his way and exclaimed at him with a voice of a hissing serpent.



“You fool! How dare you look back when the will of our Mother is in front of you and covered in blood! Return to your comrades immediately and defend the frontlines!”



In that instant, the young Luthraghon was torn by a dilemma.

I am the arrow that shatters the darkness, the eyes that greets the dawn, and the trumpet that announces the rising of the sun.

I am the Watcher of the Roots that has pledged his life and honor to the walls of Adùir and the protector of this realm.

I have never doubted this once from the moment I was born, and have lived like this with my comrades for the entirety of my life.

However, what am I trying to do now? My fellow comrades are bleeding and falling right in front of my eyes at this very moment.





Then suddenly, light came bursting forth from the rift and entered into the young Luthraghon. This was the last of the energy remaining from the Goddess.

The moment he was wrapped by the warm energy in the midst of the chaotic battle, he instinctively knew that he was no longer tied down by logic or old obligations.

This is what he told the elder in disbelief as he reached for the rift.





“Step aside elder. Our Mother’s will is beyond this rift.”

