The Academy

The Story of Markus


Markus Leonus was a commoner. He was born to a family of animal trainers in the town of Rakk-Shen. as a boy he had many friends, but they always seemed to grow up so fast, and move on to different friends, and different lives. It wasn’t that he was awkward or that the children of Rakk-Shen mature faster than most; Markus was Aasimarian. Centuries ago, even before the War of the Middle Kingdom Markus’ distant ancestor had been the lover of a demi-god, making her the bearer of a child who was effectively one fourth deity. This trait was passed along generations and resurfaced in Markus; this is why he matured so much slower than others. This story takes place in Markus’ early adulthood, when he saw the shimmering white coat of a newborn lion while walking home from a hunt. Marking the location on a map, he made plans to come back in the dead of night to return and take it and raise it himself.

Markus begins standing at the back door to his home. His family was well renowned for being the most effective tamers in all of Rakk-Shen, but they made little profit because of the voracious appetite of the lions they raise, and as such they never had an immaculate house. The modest stone house Markus and his family live in stands in the middle of a large field, a small path winding its way up through a hilly grove into the structure. In addition to being a strong protection from the elements, it also served as a shop front. the Lions stable lay just beyond the back end of the house. Markus stares at it now, the tame riding lions at rest.
Markus set out now heading towards the marked location on his map. He noticed tracks leading to the South-West. after following them for about half a mile, the tracks changed, becoming reptillian or avian. He followed these tracks to a cavern which led down into a small cave. Avoiding several rats, and beheading a sleeping stirge, Markus came across a Lizard Man. Not understanding Markus’ tongue, he lept at the intruder, and attempted to kill him. Markus fought back and eventually slew the lizard. In the corner of this room was a boiling bot, a live furnace, and the caged lion which Markus had encountered earlier. He left the cavern and escaped with the injured lion.

After some time had passed, Markus had grown quite fond of the lion cub and the bond was mutual. He named it Whitemane. Everywhere Markus went it followed him, receiving awed looks from passersby. it was quite a spectacle. The lion was his pride and joy. As Markus grew, so too did the lion. before long they had both reached adulthood. On Markus’ 70th birthday, he received a letter. The messenger who delivered it was accompanied by two soldiers in gleaming armor, atop white horses with silver mane. The messenger, who was but a halfling with a sort of handsome charm, handed the letter over to Markus.
“Markus Leonus? I presume?” He asked in a deeper voice than expected
“This letter is sent from The Academy in Aerus. Your presence is requested before the great Knight Borowyn immediately.”
“If you wish to accept the invitation, we will leave as soon as you are ready. we are staying at the Lions Head Tavern. if we have neither heard nor seen anything of you for three days, we will assume you’ve declined and head on our ways.”
The Letter:

Markus Leonin,
We have witnessed your skills in taming. We watched your exploits in the field years ago. We see everything. Your prowess in animal handling is needed in The Academy. more details will be given upon your arrival, should you choose to accept this invitation. All you need to know for now is that we are the cause that binds the Middle Kingdom together, and you will be offered maximum pay when your training is complete. The messenger and his escorts will accompany you to Aerus. Happy Travels,

Academy Recruitment



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