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Across time and space they have been gathered; the members of the Shadow Guard. A collage
of fighters, some are as different and night and day, while others at first glance seem to be two
of a kind, so much so that it's hard to chalk it up to mere coincidence. Regardless of origin,
however, one thing is certain. They are warriors all, banded together to withhold the same
ideals that are so dear to their hearts, the adventure.
How it occurs is, at this point, indeterminable. It may be a rift that appears out of nowhere,
a swirling vortex . . . instantaneous transportation, a fuke of magic, even perhaps a life or
death experience. Who it chooses, and when it happens, is also up for debate. Nevertheless,
all who undergo it end up with the same fate. Stranded in new lands, far from home, who's to
say who is friend or foe?
In the beginning, it was the call of the prince of dragons, the half-esper son of the summon
monster, Bahamut, that drew them together. While the intention lingers throughout the
land, what is left of Talion Sauron departed to the Land of Summons some time ago. The
legion's benefactors, not wishing for the spirit of the group to fade away as its commander's
had, have since then labored to maintain the heart of the circle of warriors.
Under the intervention of the president of Esthar, Laguna Loire, a garden was constructed
for the purpose of training, as well as to make some of the Guard's numbers feel more at
home. Small in comparison to gardens before it, it houses little more than a training
area, dormitories for those who wish to keep residence there, and an office for the
legion's commander. While also playing host to a number of events for the parent guild,
the Shadow Warriors, the garden is for the most part the legion's own.
The last line of defense, the omega; few in number, but many in strength, not everyone
is permissible into the ranks of the Shadow Guard. Those that are, however, will be to
that in this strange new world, they are not alone. Gathered are the comrades in arms
waiting to welcome them.