Since Amatsuka rudely interrupted me during NA storytime, I shall post the exciting tale here.
Long ago, in days of yore, there was a mighty warrior by the name of Ragni Bross. He was skilled with a blade and a fearsome foe on any battlefield, but he lacked basic civility, and many believed he was a heathen. After a series of duels proving his worth, he was inducted into the Templar order by the grandmaster himself.
Beauchamp of the Templar, a mighty fighter in his own right, was by no means pious, but he was certainly diligent. He attended to the duties of his post and the traditions of his order faithfully, and sought to preserve it. When Ragni was inducted, he became furious, as he saw this barbarian brought into his home, and given a place that Beauchamp had worked hard and faithfully to achieve. It was then that Beauchamp realized that the darkness of the world could not be fought, for even the light would come to terms with it. As this truth burrowed into his heart, he realized he could remain a Templar no longer, for that lofty pedestal was not fit for a man such as him. He had fallen.
As Beauchamp wandered, he quickly gathered others to his banner. They came from all over Caladria, some already thieves and murderers, some who had only just begun their fall. But as they gathered they vowed that they would fall together, and their future would be determined not by some god that they served, but by the forces they could control.
This story might have been a sad one for Beauchamp, except that as time passed, it was his order that remained. When the first age fell in the west, the east remained, a place of darkness and terror, but one where the inhabitants still lived. The Templar Order crumbled, and while it would be rebuilt, it would never be the same. Its dark child, the Fallen, would only grow.
