(First off, let's ignore a whole lot of 1997-ish waste that we can sweep aside; some very canonically-damaged nonsense about being a descendant of the Furcadian Prime, Jujinka, and thus a "twink" back when "twink" meant something [i]completely[/i] different.)

Please note that (almost) this entire thing was written quite carefully to be compliant with and a substantial enrichment to official Furcadia lore, in compliance with fairly strict RP guidelines.


In Nasharra, the Wyrmmes learned the speech of the Dragon.  In Nasharra, they bound the fabric of the world to their words.  Arrogant, they were, and cruel.  And powerful.  From the Furres, they chose some impressionable few to be their warrior vassals.  The Ti were the hand of the Conclave, warriors with a fundamental grasp of the Dragonspeech, and an unshakable loyalty to the city-state.  The Ti were taught to fight and... [i]live[/i] for the Dragon.  For the Ti were the invincible hand of the Conclave..So it was for centuries, but it is the nature of the oppressed to revolt, and that of the oppressor to suppress revolution.  In time, even the Ti could not quell the tide of aged anger, so the Conclave, in spiteful rage, made ready to create a Final Word, and burn their world to ash.  The Ti pushed back the rioting horde all the while, until they began to comprehend the intention of the Conclave.  The purpose of the Ti was to protect Nasharra and all that made it; therefore, mustn't they too turn on the Priests who secretly sought to return the city to oblivion?  In unified, horrified understanding, the Ti turned and ran to face the members of the Conclave.  But it was too late to stop those unforgivable phrases of the Dragon's speech, written in evil intent.  Before it could be stopped, the all-consuming fire enveloped the city.  Nasharra was, in an instant, reduced to ashes, forgotten ideals, and regret.

But the Ti...  The Ti could never be defeated.  It was engraved into their souls in the dogma, and in Dragonspeak; the 'Invincible Ti', templar mages of Nasharra.  Undefeated in or by death, they went on, and on, and on, sustained by the starlight of Wevvin and Sek, dying and rising and dying again as aeons passed.  Ignorant of their past selves, ignorant of their ignorance, they went on forever.

And so, in time, in the land of Eire, Aedina Kensen happened upon upon one Ti who knew himself only as 'Rust'.  He could not understand immortality or the passage of countless years.  He knew only duty, and the sense of one touched by the Primes.  Rust remained with the Kensen clan, travelling with them to Elysian City, remaining a staunch defender of that place against the evils facing a home built upon ancient ashes.

Until, eventually, a time of strife came in which loyalties were sorely  tested.  Rebellion written in his spirit, Rust could not choose a side, and wandered away into the Forever.  Perhaps one day he found himself in a place beyond the Primes, remembering only himself, and strangely... mournful for something just beyond the grasp of his mind.  Something old, lost, and woven into the grey fabric of time.  Perhaps some nights he looks to the stars, and is briefly bothered by the dying of the world.  Perhaps, in the end, the world will live on within him, and in all of the Ti.  Perhaps the fire that consumed the their flesh will be the forge of a new world—or perhaps they will find one another amidst a void of eternity, and hold eachother beloved in a loss they cannot rightly express or explain.