Silveroak
Chapter 1: Intrepids and Atlasters

Lying far beyond the clearest lakes, the towering hills, and vast forests, is the large city of Silveroak. The most interesting part about Silveroak? There are people with true power. Yet, there are people who do not display these powers correctly. The delinquents, called the Atlasters, strive for a worse world. Always setting everyone in danger, and constantly causing mischief amongst Silveroak, the Atlasters are labeled as heartless animals. We wander across the time of the Mysterious Seer and her companions. She and her fellow comrades call themselves the Intrepids. The Intrepids include the legendaries: The Mysterious Seer, The Rogue Knight, The Forest Dweller, The Dark Falconer, and lastly, The Wise Wizard. 

However, these are not their real names! In the ancient history books, these are the people who they became. Or for you, rather, who they are to become.

Year 1106 - City of Silveroak

"Obsidian? We've captured them." Estiald rapped her knuckles on the door to Obsidian's chambers. Obsidian always was in her sleeping quarters, trying to gain insight of what was to come of the Intrepids next. 

Karzin shoved her aside, he held a tray full of steaming meats and pots. Vegetables were gracefully laid beside the meat. Estiald licked her lips. She wished she could have a meal such as the one in front of her. Unfortunately, due to the Seer's efforts, she needs more food to keep up with her visions. 

"Obsidian, I'm not a peasant, I'm a Knight. Let me in or I'm going to eat this food myself." Karzin scolded.

Obsidian replied briefly after, "Merely barging in would be a terrible idea."

The Intrepids listened to Obsidian. Being the Seer, she could see what the future held. Clearly, something would happen if Karzin interrupted.

The door clicked open. Obsidian walked out. She had her normal red cape on, with a buttoned down black collar shirt. Her pants were a deep maroon, and her sleek black shoes shining in the torchlight. Her brown hair was resting lazily on her shoulders. Obsidian adjusted the glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.

"Thank you, Karzin," She willingly accepted the tray. 

Karzin gave a silent wave. Before he could go further, Obsidian called out to him.

"Summon Harvut. We have things to discuss." She demanded. Karzin nodded. As he exited the dim stone corridor, Estiald turned to Obsidian. She, however, wasn't there. Estiald almost inaudibly crept in to the dark. A light flickered, allowing her to see Obsidian once again. She was sitting in a circle of candles, smoke climbing up invisible curves in the air. The walls were stained with splatters of crimson, and the stone walls were seemingly crumbling. 

"Is it about the Atlasters?" Estiald inquired. With no response from Obsidian, she could only assume so. She only formed her lips in to a straight lines.

With the Atlasters, it couldn't be good.