The Circle had been formed by godlings that those on the isle of Ta'Ven when only a handful of people existed in the village on there. A millinia had passed since then and none that were within that first Circle exist anymore. Over the ages, the Six have chosen a select number of Keepers to guard the Tomrack Stone as well as weild its magick when there is need and call for it.
All have been women who have been chosen, since it was known by the gods themselves that for a man to touch the great stone was to bring death upon himself - utterly. By accident, it was discovered that one man has been able to do this and survive. He has now been with the Circle for so long that he is simply known as 'Father'.
The tolls of the Tomrack Stone upon one of the Keepers varies, but for all of them it tires them and has turned their hair from what it was to white -- this varies according to the extent of use of the stone or for how long the Keeper has been associated with it. It does not otherwise age a Keeper, but sustains their lifespan, whether that Keeper is Human, Elf, or from some other race entirely.
As useful as any knight, guardian, or any other kind of protector, the services of a Keeper are sometimes called upon by those in great need. This is also at the discression of the Six and the Keeper being sent into that situation.
To be a Keeper of the Tomrack is not a questioned position. When they are chosen between the ages of seven to ten (based upon in Human years), all memories of what and who they are as well as where they come from and any other connections to their identity are removed -- from their memory as well as that of any other who might have known them before being drafted into the duties of guardianship of the Tomrack. But the life is otherwise good, without worry for food, clothing, or expense need to spend.
Despite this, there are those of the Circle that have estranged themselves from Ta'Ven until they are summoned, are lonesome for those few who know the great loneliness they have long-suffered in their positions. Some have established home outside of the island that is shrouded by mists and magick.
Duty and honor are not always a peaceful, lovely poem to spend upon another. It can be, many time, a drudgery that weighs on the heart and mind and remind even the most experienced Keeper that they are fallible, flowed, and learning -- at any age.
All have been women who have been chosen, since it was known by the gods themselves that for a man to touch the great stone was to bring death upon himself - utterly. By accident, it was discovered that one man has been able to do this and survive. He has now been with the Circle for so long that he is simply known as 'Father'.
The tolls of the Tomrack Stone upon one of the Keepers varies, but for all of them it tires them and has turned their hair from what it was to white -- this varies according to the extent of use of the stone or for how long the Keeper has been associated with it. It does not otherwise age a Keeper, but sustains their lifespan, whether that Keeper is Human, Elf, or from some other race entirely.
As useful as any knight, guardian, or any other kind of protector, the services of a Keeper are sometimes called upon by those in great need. This is also at the discression of the Six and the Keeper being sent into that situation.
To be a Keeper of the Tomrack is not a questioned position. When they are chosen between the ages of seven to ten (based upon in Human years), all memories of what and who they are as well as where they come from and any other connections to their identity are removed -- from their memory as well as that of any other who might have known them before being drafted into the duties of guardianship of the Tomrack. But the life is otherwise good, without worry for food, clothing, or expense need to spend.
Despite this, there are those of the Circle that have estranged themselves from Ta'Ven until they are summoned, are lonesome for those few who know the great loneliness they have long-suffered in their positions. Some have established home outside of the island that is shrouded by mists and magick.
Duty and honor are not always a peaceful, lovely poem to spend upon another. It can be, many time, a drudgery that weighs on the heart and mind and remind even the most experienced Keeper that they are fallible, flowed, and learning -- at any age.