After setting up camp near the town of Plymouth, the 5 brothers were asked to speak to the village elders. While the Enlightened and the History Keeper explained that they were here for religious and pious reasons, they were allowed to stay within the area, the Weapon Master sought out the Legendary Eagle and the Pupil answered the King Pendragons summons to the capital. Once there the Pupil took place in a tournament and after completing his task he and the other victors were taken to the King himself. They were told that the Crown of Weiss was missing and no one knew where it was, the King had tasked all these winners to set out and find it. After weeks of searching and weeks of coming up dry the “drinker” was asked to guard the prisoners headed to the Isle of Justice. Once aboard they set sail and not long into the journey were they set upon by huge creatures, ravaging the ship. The prisoners were released from their chains and from what the drinker could see, tried to fight their way to the top. Some had survived and told the Drinker they were innocent. IT took some time to convince the captain, but after some detective work and questioning the rules of Weiss, the prisoners who were innocent had the choice to return and live as fugitives until they had a trial. Opting out of that the fugatives decided to try for the Isle of Justice and survive to become free people yet again. The drinker decided to stay with them, trying his luck at the Isle aswell. It was then that he was name Arbiter by the captain and his first task as Monk-pupil of the Fist was complete.
Weeks of continuing the search and gaining information on the Crown, the Enlightened learned of a sleeper cell within the town of Leeds. This person had come from the Empire and was from the terrorist group known as the Sons of the Fist. Trying to persuade the Monk to return home and seek out the Yellow Order, the Enlightened was unsuccessful in the attempt. The man escaped and slipped into the wind, the Enlightened returned the Plymouth to inform his Brothers of this sleeper cell. Now the Monks had something bigger than looking for a crown for a distant lands king, they had to shut down the terrorist cells and return them to the Empire for “re-classification”. While this was happening a average looking man had joined their ranks, Andre. A builder of homes turned would-be adventurer, Andre was tasked with going into the Plains of Solitude to look for the crown while the Monk Brothers took care of the incursion of Sons of the Fist to the South.
Lines were drawn, battles took place and the War of Weiss had begun. Civil in-fighting between houses tooko place and the lands of Taoul rose and took control of the South. As the Sons of the Fist emerged from the Red Mountains and rushed North to take over the South, the Blue Robes of the Monks of the Fist surprised the Sons and a pincer move crushed the rebellion. In the chaos of battle, the History Keeper and Weapon Master were slain. Saddened by the loss of their brothers the Pupil and the Enlightened took all of the Prisoners of war back to the Empire to await their judgement. On the travels back home they had learned that the leader of the Sons of the Fist was a Drow known as Heba. They now had to capture her in order put to rest the misguided teachings or the sleeper cells would never be at peace nor would their charges.
But that is another story, once they reached the Empire and made it back to their Monastery looking for the Grandmaster, the halls were empty, save 5 young babies. Aziz was gone, the Fist was no where to be seen. An old woman who was taking care of the babies said they both had left not long ago to undergo a quest of Epic proportions, and they would return for many many years. The 2 remaining brothers knew that they had to help these babies so they started to meditate and teach each other and the children the ways of the Fist. Every night at sunset the Pupil and the Enlightened prayed for guidance and strength for the years of training ahead of them. Around this time a sculptor from the Capital came to the mountain monastery and sought out the Fist, to build a likeness of him in the capital and through-out the Empire. Revealing himself as a Monk of the Fist named Alltoor Khalleeb, he started construction of a statue in the monastery courtyard vowing to put a likeness of their Grandmaster in every corner of the Empire. As the nameless monks began their teaching and instruction of the WAY OF THE FIST.