Ruins

Prolauge

It was dark when he awoke. Surrounded by long blades of grass in a moonlit field under a starless sky. It was not the howling of the wind or the sheer glimmer of the moon, but a feeling in his gut. A feeling of terror. Something was watching him, something aweful. His eyes adjusted to darkness just in time to see movement, what ever it was, was big. Just as it reached arms length, he heard a shout, startling the beast in to the unknown beyond. He turned to face a small crowd of 3 people torches in hand waltzing towards him, he brushed through the field to investigate before he hit the ground and everything went black.
He came to, eyes barley open as people crowd around him, surrounding him. He must have been in some sort of tent. He felt his hand brush up against the uncomfortable burlap bandage on his chest. He heard them talk, barley able to understand what it was these strangers were talking about. "Wounded in a feild" "alone" "it's an omen" "where is he from". What were they saying, where am I, I'm so confused, he thought. His eyes fully opened as he jolted up and attempted to run before being halted by the cascade of people around his bedside. "Are you a soldier?" said the smallest of the crowd, he assumed the child to be around 11. He said nothing as the rest of the strangers introduced themselves. The group helped him walk  to a bench outside for some fresh air, there he learned the he was found by members of the balkast caravan, a group of nomads under the rule of tribe balkast. They told him of the current political feud between tribes, houses and clans. The old king of this land has long since past and the denezians were battling for years over who's leader shall accend the throne.  They told him about the land he was in. The way it was divided as the civil war raged on. The north, ruled mainly by the clan Rendell and the South lead by house Vanatar. About the west, governed by tribe Steelbringer, and about the east, being decimated by the war, torn into districts ruled by various families and unions. He was intrigued,  he needed to know more, but first he needed to learn something more important. Who he was, they said the found him lying naked in the plains with only a compass attached to his lanyard. This compass seemed off, pointing to a specific location rather than north. Perhaps if he followed it, he would get answers, but first he needed time to recover. He awoke with multiple wounds,  slashes and lacerations. He had no memory of what happend before he awoke in the grassland, no memory of home nor of family. He was lost in this strange land, alone and afraid..