Bound

Hometown

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-A city slept peacefully during the night, the city of Vanadria. It was a hard place to live, for when in a time of war such as hers nothing is certain. When the fluffy clouds would clear and reveal the night the entire place was illuminated by the basking glow of the stars, and the bright blue moon that hung over them, watching like a god from the heavens. The place was generally warm, they had only heat lately, the houses were made bare, bricked and soon a tightly packed city, instead of the narrow paths in certain areas people may simply jump and walk across the rooftops, being flat. Pieces of material hung in the arches, acting as doorways, and the windows remained glassless. The furniture was always generally simple, the people needed nothing more.

It was very much an every man for himself city, you wouldn't receive bother unless you gave it, and as long as you obeyed the Kings rule. The new king. King Hemret.

He however, would not rule like any other king, his advisors did the work while he sat looking dignified in his coronet, watching his people from his throne and castle, the one that sat at the cliffs edge. It wasn't his fault. The feud put him in his place too early, a child could not run the kingdom, but he was without choice. While no body would say so out loud, there was talk throughout the city, the Kingdom, about an abdication, of course the monarch had absolute power, as it was since the place was built, but oppression lied in every crack, ever corner and crevice of the kingdom, the city of Vanadria would fall without the people, and with no hope, no happiness, the people were certain to fall...
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Dusty mud trails gradually withered away, turning only to previously made tracks, turning again to pathways and narrowed cobbled streets. The carriage, guarded by five men, began their journey to Vanadria in an attempt to form an alliance, they spoke on behalf of the humans and the magic users to gain peace, the man in charge, was named Von Rempar Zharim. The world was filling up with more and more warlocks, they could aid the humans but not in such a war, Zharim only wanted to bring the people together.

The three of them rocked about in the carriage. Zharim sat grim faced across from his two daughters. Zharim was a wrinkled man, with a large beard and a large build. He was tall, and passed that on to his children. He had fair hair, but it was taken away and replaced with the thinned grey strands that came with old age. He cleared his throat and addressed his older daughter.

"Mitia," he said tiredly, "'tis almost a three day journey," he coughed, "I trust everything is prepared for our arrival."

"Yes father," she answered politely, "I only hope that the travel will be comfortable." She offered a delicate smile. Mitia was the eldest, like her father and sister she was tall, but her build was more similar to her mothers, curvy, she was a dainty looking girl, aged twenty one, with smooth olive skin and deep blue eyes, she had long mahogany hair, it was dark and seemed almost purple in the light. She was a bright girl too, and loved to mingle with new people. She wore a plain light purple dress that left her shoulders bare, it was floor length, with unattached sleeves that hugged her arms. Balancing just under her collarbone was a silver pendent, one given to her at her birth by her parents.

"I ask the both of you only once more," started Zharim, addressing them both, flickering his gaze between them both, "this is no mistake?" He paused, "you are my children, my only children and I will not forsake your happiness." The two let a moment slide by, listening only to the hooves outside.

"No papa," said Sartinati, the younger daughter, "we are glad to do this." Her voice was less feminine than Mitia's, she wasn't a frilly girl like her, and in some ways, her manner for one, she seemed older, but still, she was only eighteen. Sartinati was the shortest of the family, fairing at an average height, but she was slender, and had long blonde hair and light blue eyes, aside from various facial features, it really wasn't obvious that the two were sisters. She wore a thin brown dress, an earthy one that was easy to move about in, she hated being suffocated by layers upon layers of unnecessary fabrics.