Odyssey of Olympius

Son's of Leioss

Strong rays of light shined through the pristine windows of the royal castle. However, on the outskirts rolling clouds of smoke consume the sky as ash reign down upon the plantations. The Inn, now merely a skeleton of burnt wood collapsed within itself.

Lucille contemplates the black cloud shading the rising sun. Three taps on her heavy wood door shook Lucille from her curiosity. In enters Droagar, servant of the king draped in fine orange silk knit close to his figure. Solomon springs into the room with a solemn expression.

"Madame," The servant humbly bowed to the presence of his guest then graciously rose. "I bare unfortunate news," The servant says honest and direct as the elderly man slowly pushes the servant to the side.

"Your estate has been attacked." Solomon intervenes on the pleasantries of conversation. "Lucille," The elderly man says mournfully. "There is nothing left," Solomon says. Lucille frozen eyes sunk into despair. 

"The king will be speaking on your behalf to his people," Droagar continued through the mournful pause. "Tiberius is an honorable man," he says "He will set the people straight." The servant says connecting his eyes with the heartbroken woman.

"Lucille," the alchemist pulls her attention. "The servant speaks the truth," he assures his love. "However, the King is a peaceful man; He would not go to war with his own people." Solomon draws his claim from history.

"Perhaps," the servant says, "but, the King is a righteous man," he rebukes the statement.

"The alchemist is right," another figure interrupts the conversation, a towering man with a deep voice enters the room. "Tiberius would be a fool to punish his people at this time," he stares with great intensity at Solomon.

The servant bows to the authority of Executus, veteran gladiator and personal guard of King Tiberius. Solomon shows respect by nodding his head to the Leiossian champion. Executus stood before them in all of his glory, carrying a sword by his hip and a cloak around his shoulders extending from his plated armor.

"Tiberius differs from his father in many ways," Executus resists his memory of childhood. "But, he would be a fool to divide his people during these times." He explains to Solomon, then notices Droagar paying close attention to his words. "Leave us," Executus commands the servant whom promptly exits the room after a bow. 

They stand in silence for a short moment exchanging eye contact. Lucille takes another glance out of the window to see smoke covering the heavens. Solomon comforts the woman with his presence, holding her left hand with his right and covers with his left. Finally, she can no longer contain her emotions. Lucille drops to the floor with agonizing tears, crying for the return of her son.

Executus steps back into the hallway to assure Droagar had been dismissed. The servant returns to the attendance of the King. Executus slams the door behind himself and approaches the distraught couple.

"Heed my message," Executus only spoke with purpose. "You must return to Leioss, our people are reclaiming their homes." He lifts both from the floor.

Her breath had been stolen from her chest, Lucille was deep in despair. Not even an alchemist could ease the pain that was her heart. Sir Executus was moved by her tears. He placed the woman into the arms of Solomon. 

"Listen to me," Executus took the attention of the alchemist. "There's a campsite on the other side of the river. Go there, ask for Ileum you'll need no introduction," Executus hurried them out of the room.