What does it mean to achieve enlightenment? What is the purpose of life? These questions were often pondered in the minds of the monks of the Accunari Monastary. The monastery itself was carved out of a mountainside, much like the great city of Tern across the valley from it. Monks trained in the monastery would journey across the valley, in spite of its dangers, and arrive at Tern to spread thier teachings by example, or through service of thier unique skills.

The Accunari Order was as ancient as Tern itself; upheld by tenents of wisdom, self-awarenes, and justice. A typical acolyte joins the monastery no older than 10 years of age, for the training and teachings consume at least twenty years of thier life. Most are deemed ready by age 35 and are allowed out of the monastery to lead whatever life Accun has set before them. For some, they journey to small villages and act as teachers or healers, others are employed by armies to inspire and restore soldiers. War and fighting are not against the Order's tenents, but the monk must choose a path that is just and in service of Accun. Only the wisest among them return to the monastery to teach, mentor, and counsel their brethren.

Accun is not a diety, but rather an ideal. A representation of the state of being to which every Accunari monk aspires. Often depicted as a faceless man in silver armor covered by a hooded cloak and weilding a staff of exquisite design. Because of this visage, most Accunari leave the monastery with similar equipment, though the armor is steel and the staves are basic mahogany with no designs. It is left up to the monk to inscribe his staff as his life's journey continues. Though it's been attempted, no one has be able to sufficiently recreate the staff weilded by the visage of Accun. The Accunari credit this as a semi-divine hand at play, and that the only way to aquire that staff is to find the burial place of Accun. Since Accun was not an actual person, it is difficult to think where that may be.

That very thought was on the mind of all Accunari, for finding the burial place of something not dead, or ever among the living is to achieve nirvana, and such a state of being would enter the monk into Heaven, no longer requiring the staff, and letting it remain for others to find. It is written in Accunari archives that those who ascend are reborn as beings of light who extend the idea of Accun across all the cosmos, much as they did as mortals on earth.

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On this day, a wise and devout monk by the name Accu'Sera, who was the leader of an elite cadré of monks known as the Order of Accun, sat before a small group of her students. She was garbed in the traditional female version of Accunari armor which consists of more mail and less cumbersome plate armor, but still she shines just as brightly as the most polished silver. Many of her students believe the light of Accun itself emmenates from her. She sat in an oaken chair with her hands folded gently on her lap. Her head was lowered in prayer beneath her hood, as were her students'.

"...In the name of Accun," she finished the prayer, her students echoing the finalé. She lifted her head to meet the eyes of her learners, "Young acolytes, today marks your fifteenth year of study under Accun. You have been trained in combat, that you might defeat the denizend of Darkness. You have studied the Texts, that you might call upon Accun's divine light to heal, smite, or restore. You have learned the values of wisdom, justice, selflessness, compassion, bravery, honor, and sacrifice, that you might enter upon the world and see thorugh the eyes of one whose purpose is, above all else, to make it a better and safer place to live for everyone.

"In these times, the light of Accun is needed more than ever. The wars of men who have not had our enlightenment, and would seek to better themselves at the cost of innocient life draws ever closer. It is our fear they might set our holy monastery in thier warpath. You are our brightest, most devout acolytes. Your prodigy is the hope of our Order. The Abbot has granted you the unprecedented honor of induction to the Order of Accun." As she spoke the last few words, Accu'Sera rose proudly from her chair, gesturing to her brothers and sisters with open arms, "Rise, fellow monks, and shed your former identity. Turn, face your breathren and announce to them your name of Accun!"