The planet of Inarin was a planet long undisturbed by sentient touch. From one pole to the other it was covered in forest, long preserved in a single season of spring by the mighty Temporal Citadel in the far north.
This planet was once occupied by the old order of Templars before they created a different hubworld in the domain of Time. Now it would become the new homeworld for every Templar to come to being.
Jay Stryder, the last Templar in the universe, materialised in a flash of white light in front of the Temporal Citadel. Here we are. Jay thought, staring up at the mighty construct before him Now...How do I get in...?
As if the Citadel had heard his thoughts, a second voice boomed in his head;
Welcome back, Templar.
What is your wish with me?
"My name is Jay Stryder, the last Templar in existance. I wish to create a new order of Templars and... I want to request your help." Jay shouted out.
Enter.
Jay was suddenly surrounded by a blue, calming light and everything seemed to shift around him. He was now in a dimly lit, huge room. He instantly recognised this to be the Elder Room of the Temporal Citadel; It was exactly like the Elder Room of the old Templar hub except....
In the middle of the room was a stone plinth with a greatsword stabbed into it.
Take it and claim your destiny, Templar.
Jays hand hovered over the hilt of the blade before he finally and firmly grasped it.
This is the Sword of Ages. It has chosen you as its Master.
He pulled the blade out of the stone, having to steady himself as the sword effortlessly separated itself from the stone.
As have I.
White light emanated from Jay, lighting up the dimly lit room and seemingly the whole Citadel. This was now his sword, his Citadel, his planet and his Order. With such an amazing happening, Jay felt that he HAD to say something; He had to give some sort of epic one-liner. It was practically required.
"....Bitchin."