Draco Laskarsis

The context provided is fundamental to Draco, Banafsaj, and all of the other members of the Ninth Tail. The Great Revolution of Love may be ancient history, but it defines how and why they choose to exist in every moment.

It has been millennia since Black Moon spoke these words after she pulled an obsidian revolver from her chest and pulled the trigger, marking the beginning of the overthrowing of the gods and the Great Revolution of Love. That time has long passed. All hail the New Era.

The mortal understanding of magic has reached a revolutionary pinnacle. Now interpreted as the dormant power residing within the twofold mortal elements of their understanding of the world on a logical level (science) and emotional level (art and culture) and studied on a universal level, mortal society has found the strength to overthrow the deities that once ruled over them. Fireballs and telekinesis are no longer derived from arcane incantations, but synthesized emotions, understandings of identity, phrases rooted in the languages of past and present, and choreographed movements like dances.

In the wake of the revolution, the Union was founded, a loose coalition of thousands of dimensions in the greater multiverse united through a singular purpose: provide people with the power to pursue happiness and purpose through magical enlightenment. Of course there was conflict, there was strife. Suffering is just a constant of mortal existence, but through the Union progress was made at rates never seen before. In a sea of countless universes, it shone like a glass shard amidst a beach at the shore of an infinite ocean. 

That was, until the fragments were discovered.

It was like the gods still hated them. Like they had one last contrived moral dilemma conveniently shaped into a magical macguffin just to spite the freed. 

After the revolution, expeditionary parties noticed one unusual constant across the dimensions. White fragments that flickered and danced manifested in truly random places by chance. Each held the same magical signature, the same physical form, and the same inertness if unrefined. But through trial and error, these anomalies in the fabric of reality were discovered to be refinable into something wearable, conveniently fit on the head of most humanoid mortals. Crowns for royalty, crowns that when worn, gave their bearer a supernatural level of wisdom, intellect, and charisma impossible to replicate through any magic or divine intervention. Beacons of truth in a time filled with so much hope yet still plagued with uncertain direction.

Was this the next step for civilization like magic? This time, the response was not universal.

And so mortal society found itself in a universal war not with gods, but with themselves.

There are two key factions in the Transcients' War. The Stalwarts, whose multidimensional fighting force is managed by PARMA (also known as the Needle), look to recover and safeguard all fragments and prevent such an arrogant ascension to a power that so little is known about. The Crowns are just a way to reverse the flow of the Great Revolution of Love and return the world to one of gods and non-gods. The Heralds, whose multidimensional fighting force is managed by PARMA (also known as the Needle), seek to use all available fragments to lead mortal society another step away from suffering. We fear progress naturally, and that just perpetuates our struggle. Mortal society must learn to embrace these new things to work towards a reclamation of purpose in the face of painful absurdity. 

This is not a war fought merely in the inner and middle rings of the Union's incorporated dimensions, but far outside of it as well. Specially conditioned soldiers blessed with the very specific combination of psychological traits needed to easily navigate dimensions without the titanic infrastructure of portals hunt down fragments and each other far, far from home. 

Hence why we find a group of twenty-four soldiers lost somewhere unfamiliar...

After a successful incursion on the God-Eater's Crossroads to retrieve a fragment due to failed negotiations, twenty-four soldiers found themselves captured and placed under an unusual contract. Despite their transgressions against her lands, the nine-tailed goddess decided to be merciful and offer them a deal as a result of either her sheer boredom or massive capacity for kindness (possibly both). In exchange for never leaving the confines of her dimension (and the ones surrounding it, which are conveniently quite a few) without express permission, and thus never returning to the war until the God-Eater felt like it, they would be allowed to live and continue to make their military expertise useful as a special division who would keep her Crossroads safe. Yes, she could technically just do the defending herself, but where's the fun and character development in that?

Tafari Ayelde, the unofficial leader of this group of soldiers shook on that deal rather begrudgingly. As the years passed and the promise of escape seemed increasingly unlikely, the soldiers began to focus on continuing the mission of the Union in their new environment. More funding and recruits came in to bolster their forces. They began to conduct humanitarian aid missions to assist magical communities in crisis. Subdivisions were created for the express purpose of educating the residents of the Crossroads in new magic (exactly why the God-Eater allowed this sort of magic that directly challenged her rule is still not well understood). The war somehow became a distant memory. Five years later, it was almost like a new Union had emerged leagues away from its origin. A little seed slowly grows, thrusting its branches into adjacent worlds.

Their mission is the same as it ever was and has been: enlighten the uneducated and protect the practice of magic wherever they can.

And the Bifrost Terminal, slowly waking from its slumber, is another opportunity to extend that will.

1. Backstory

2. Personality

3. Abilities

4. Skills & Stats

5. Usage Notes

6. Gallery

7. Author's Notes