Symbol: Yggdrasil
(tree of life)
Colours:
Primary: Green
Secondary: Brown
Faction:
The Wardens
Unique Identifier:
A forest green sash, worn your way. Around the waist, over the shoulder, as a bandana or scarf—it’s your symbol of unity and purpose. Wear it proudly.
The Empire takes your freedom, your will, your soul—crushing all who resist beneath their iron heel. The Northern Clans, so noble and righteous, until they cast you aside for not being born among them. They raid, they hoard, they condemn those who struggle to survive the chaos of this broken world. The Greyscales? They are mercenaries of the worst kind, loyal only to gold, selling their swords to the highest bidder. And the Horde… savage beasts reveling in blood and ruin, sparing no one in their endless slaughter.
When the ashes settle and the despair sinks in, it is The Guardians who rise. It is we who offer shelter, strength, and salvation. The Guardians are not bound by coin, by bloodlines, or by chaos. We are bound by purpose: to restore balance to a fractured world, to fight for those left forgotten, to forge a future worth living in.
But we cannot do it alone. We need you. Fight for your family. Fight for your freedom. Fight for the world that still burns with hope.
Join The Guardians. Rise, and be remembered.
Warband Leader
Community First: United to protect the land and resist the Empire’s greed.
Born from Resistance: Founded by survivors of imperial conquest.
Diverse Ranks: Mainly Elves, but open to all races, including Humans.
Strategic Allies: Partner with Paladins, Inquisitors, and criminal elements to weaken the Empire.
Resourceful Gear: Use scavenged, stolen, or black-market equipment.
Guerrilla Fighters: Experts in ambush, sabotage, and chaos.
Core Belief: Fight for the land, the people, and the balance of the world.
“For the land. For the people. For the balance.”
The Guardians of the Bloom began as the noble protectors of the Fae’s sacred Groves, standing as the last line of defense against the ever-expanding Empire. After the devastating destruction of Áit den saol, the coastal Grove, the Guardians were formed by survivors who banded together to stop further human encroachment. Under their original leader, a stoic and wise figure and a strong woman who could move mountains, the Guardians became a disciplined force. They were strategic, always operating with a clear purpose—to defend the Everglades and keep the Empire at bay.
For years, the Guardians lived in the shadows of the forest, striking imperial outposts and vassals with precision. Their warriors came from all walks of life—elves, fae of all species, even some disillusioned humans. They maintained a strict focus: protect the Groves and the delicate balance of magic that the Fae depended on. Many of them lived deep within the Everglades, while others hid among human settlements, gathering intel and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. They were a quiet, constant menace to the Empire, feared for their deadly efficiency and unwavering loyalty to the Fae.
But that all changed after Cheemos, the mischievous elf, took over. The former leader, caught off guard by Cheemos’ charm and wit, handed the reins over in a moment of clever manipulation. What followed was a complete shift in the Guardians’ approach. While they still protected the Groves and fought against human incursions, their tactics grew more chaotic—and unpredictable.
Under Cheemos’ rule, the Guardians became more than just a defense force—they became a living nightmare for the Empire. Where once they operated with a sense of solemn duty, now they thrived on chaos and confusion. Imperial soldiers stationed near the Everglades never knew what to expect. Some nights they would be ambushed by arrows flying from unseen Guardians in the trees, and on others, their entire camp would fall prey to elaborate tricks and illusions. Guardians would sneak into human settlements, turning the people against each other with pranks and sabotage, leaving behind nothing but pandemonium.
Despite their newfound chaos, the Guardians remain fiercely protective of the Everglades and its Groves. Their core mission has not changed—they will still defend the Fae’s home at any cost—but their methods have become far less predictable. Some of the more traditional Fae view them as an embarrassment, lamenting the loss of their former seriousness. Yet the Guardians have also gained a strange kind of respect, even fear, from both allies and enemies. They no longer simply repel the Empire’s advances; they actively sow confusion and destruction, always one step ahead, always elusive.
While the Groves remain safe, the Guardians have become a menace that no human settlement or imperial camp near the Everglades can escape. To them, every skirmish, every raid, is a game—and they play to win, all while keeping the heart of the Everglades out of human hands.