Kingdom of Riana Riana Castle compound “Lord-father.” Prince Richard yells out as he approaches the balcony, were King Eric was seated. “What’s with the foul mood Prince Richard?” King Eric asked calmly. “Michael and Thomas are dead.” King Eric laughed out then looks back at Prince Richard who was furiously glaring at him. “Why is this funny Lord-father?” “I know an occult group was responsible for Jerrod’s death, acceptable, you can’t just walk up to me and tell me two well-known Sri are dead.” “I wish it were a silly joke father, their bodies were seen floating in the brook at the farmlands.” “What was the report?” “They have been dead for a long time; Michael was poisoned while Thomas was poisoned and gutted. It has been concluded that someone close to them was involved, their families have been taken into custody.” “Very good my son.” "I see a pattern here father,” Prince Richard walks over to the balustrade, “Sir Jerrod, the massacre, the occult group; now Thomas and
Kingdom of Riana Second District-North section It was the early hours of the day yet the uproar continues in front of Elmond Osis’ chalet, the crowd kept shouting 'freedom' with lifted hands. Elmond was fed up so he took a sit beside the door of his chalet. “That’s enough,” a dense voice thundered from a distance, bring silence to the rowdy environment and everyone to a standstill. With the gaze of the crowd fixed on him, Commander Reece of the second district walked boldly towards them accompanied by a squad of Riana Soldiers. This white skin, short muscled man had a lined-up trimmed hair, but had no beards giving him the looks of a teenage boy. “I know you are grieved by the resent declaration by the Crowned Prince, so am I and other Nobles. Please be patient with us, a letter has been sent to the King.” “How long?” Rashik yelled out from amidst the crowd. “How long?” others chorused one after the other. “We want freedom, we want freedom.” Commander Reece tsked, nodding in d
It was in the reign of King Job Marwick, the last king before the rise of the Levia reign. King Marwick was a bastard, pervert and sluggard; he destroyed the long built system of past Kings and chieftain of Morrigan, now known as Riana. Although the Soldiers were great the kingdom itself was in chaos, only high-born were allowed to live off the good of the land leading to high rise in crime all over the four districts then. The Soldiers did as they pleased and no one could challenge them, being a maiden was a curse in this era, they were helpless, treated like animals, even lower than animals. During the tenth reign of King Marwick, the fourth district grew peaceful, crime did not only reduce, it stopped and Soldiers as well as nobles misusing authority either went missing or were humiliated and chased out. All this began when a man named Marcus Levia stepped into Morrigan. News reached King Marwick after ninety days, so he took a stroll to know who the gentle man was, seeing Marcus
Under the scorching noonday sun, Elroy trots his horse through a valley of hay, "I know it's been a long day Celsius but I can't let you eat this unhealthy hay, Jacob gave warnings to take good care of you." Celsius snorts as though it understood Elroy, "I know Celsius, there should be a town after that bridge up ahead," he gazes at the wooden flyover held at bay by thick ropes. "We are going to dig in on r****h soup." After a while of crossing the long wooden flyover, Elroy trot along a pathway running through a corn field - soon after, they entered a town. Nacroy was the name of this large town at the boarders of the Western-land, Nacroy was known for their fresh fruits and vegetables; the town was always hectic right from dawn till dusk. Seeing the large crowd Elroy dismounts from Celsius, gently pulling Celsius along by the reins. He continued through the crowd until he got to a red tent vegetable stall, were he stopped to take a good look at the huge, fresh, juicy r****h. "I
Kingdom of Vencia A month some days has passed since the claim on Vencia, the Drokan people were now wholly settled in Vencia - the damaged buildings have been put in good form, they had even placed a market, not for sales but for distribution of needed supplies. The royal compound was also set in place, the walls around about were demolished and four towers, tall wooden made structures were undergoing construction at four points of the compound. Three cottages stood on each side of the compound while another at the middle, on its slate made roofing hung a pole, bearing the emblem of the Drokan Clan – fluttering majestically to the calm flowing wind. Before the middle cottage, Dorak Herra sits on a chair like throne made of ironwood, dark as night having a well-polished surface looking like silver. Covin stood by his side with two of his brothers while two other sons stood by the other side - they were all cloaked in green hooded cape. A short distance from Dorak Herra, five men in
Elroy gazed up at the dusking sky, trotting Celsius along a track having short grass field and few horse-chestnut trees by each side – stretching far and wide. After a while he came to an intersection were an Inn stood. The Inn seemed cracked up with people, low enticing sounds from pipes played out creating a calm relaxing environment. On the balcony of the upper floor, a large crowd was seated, drinking and cheering. Elroy trots Celsius over to the wooden hitching post under a white tent, where seven other horses were tied to. As soon as he dismounts Celsius the main door into the Inn burst open, allowing a bloody man to fall backwards to the ground. Elroy stood and watched as the man struggled to stand - leaping as fast as he could, trying to get away from the Inn. Suddenly two dark-skin ladies, with long brown braided hair hurried out from the Inn, they were dressed in lucid green silk gown, holding a whip. Both ladies showed no pity, they lashed the life out of the man; everyon
Nacroy Margret’s tavern was a bit scanty for it was still very early, but a few people still chatter about, some from last night going home, others working and a few seated at the corridor of the Inn having a drink. Elroy walks out of the Inn feeling refreshed from the hot bath, he peered over to the tent were Celsius was only to see three filthy looking men searching the saddle bag on Celsius. “What’s going on here?” Elroy yelled, reverting everyone’s attention at him, “Celsius, really? Even after the good treatment” Celsius glanced at him then went back to eating the hay before him. “You named your horse?” One of the unclean men asked worriedly. Elroy recalled seeing them in the market-place; they were same men following him. “That’s not the problem here,” Elroy assured as he walks towards them “what are you doing over there?” “What does it look like, we are checking for the silver,” the taller man of the three spoke with confidence, wiping the snot from his nose. “What silve
In a section of Margret’s tavern covered roundabout with a red thick curtain, Elroy sits opposite Margret; staring at her as she drinks from a mug. “If only you know what’s going through my mind right now.” Elroy spoke crossly. Margret places her mug on the round table in between her and Elroy then drew closer at him with a smile, “I’m sorry El, I can’t have sex with my son.” “What kind of mother are you?” Elroy was disgusted and worried. “Wow! You called me mother.” Margret praised. “Don’t flatter yourself woman, start talking, why did you leave?” “I was young and foolish and confused.” She took another sip of rum from her mug. “Fantastic, congrats on that" Elroy looks away. Margret glances at him, “Alright, I’ll tell you” she sighs, seeing how serious Elroy looked. “It was my thirteenth year as a maiden and a rule in Urania has been in place that all those with unique fighting style will be taken to the Kingdom of Riana for proper training to become Kings guards.” “I don’t r