Chronicles Of Reymond: The Book Of Rebellion
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Chronicles Of Reymond: The Book Of Rebellion | ||
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The Kingdom was scattered as the squabble for petty climbs went ever onward, as is the nature of things without proper rule. The leaders of the west were self consumed, fighting over just a small part of their inheritance and forgetting their duty. They lacked Will of Purpose, as did those of the north, resolute in their isolation and comfortable in their holds of excess.
Reymond traveled amongst his people, to the mouth of the Bjoulsae. There the city of Wayrest coldly greeted him, only focused on the gold and spices she eagerly devoured from the river's waters. It's poor covered the alleys, begging for salvation that never came. Smog covered the sky, blocking out the light of the stars from cleansing the streets.
Reymond witnessed an attendance of nobles and merchants on their way to the docks to examine the latest shipment of goods. One noticed Reymond and exclaimed, “Mercenary! Your armor is of master craftsmanship! Allow me a chance to buy it for your weight in gold so I may add it to my collection.” Reymond responded he was not willing to separate with his armor for it was a gift, to which another noble said, “It is for the best. Considering who is presently wearing it, the armor surely smells of dung. Come, I know a smith from the Order who crafts the finest Alesian white steel plate.” The group laughed in departure, paying no more attention to the Ebon King.
His people had been lead astray, corrupted by foreign influence. Reymond came before the temple of the false god and spoke, “My brethren hear me! Your city is filthy, debased by the very same who have caused the crisis of our age. They listen to the whispers of he who covers the sky twice over. We should honor the divines as our ancestors did, not as heretic aliens. Follow me to exodus and freedom, let go of your greed for a chance to execute our people's destiny!”
As he finished his preaching, the smog opened above him revealing the Many Pointed Star. Rays of radiance fell upon him, making his ebony mail shimmer like stars on the night sky. Rich and poor, commoner and noble, each saw his divinity and heard his words. A cortege formed and backed Reymond as he led them out of the city. More continued to join him until they reached the gates. The city garrison had been deployed, blocking his way out. Reymond's cold steal eyes looked upon them, displaying his Will of Purpose. The guards knew their city held no authority over the desire of the Divines and they saw holy intent before them. Their line broke, many choosing to pursue Reymond instead of returning to their masters. The Ebon King and his subjects left the dishonored city and returned into the greater Kingdom.
Cynarete came before Reymond, “You did well leading your people in uprising against those who misrule them and pervert their faith. Your army is small and more of your kin require your spark for rebellion. Two kingdoms on the flats, two kingdoms in the forest and two kingdoms of the bay. Journey to each and establish a following among its people so you may drive them forward to inevitability.”
And so Reymond traveled to each of the lesser kingdoms, speaking to his people and leading them away from misrule. Upon the devoted moving from the settlements Reymond would set the wood and stone ablaze with magic, burning both the feeble kings and their holds to the ground to ensure their bloodlines would not return. From the nobles of the flat who joined him, the Ebon King received a golden charger of the finest breed. “Let this mare, War Master, carry you to victory and triumph, trampling down your enemy.” The nobles of the forest gave Reymond two ravens, “Take these hunting birds, my lord. Let Justice watch from the sky for you and let Nemesis feast on the bodies of unbelievers.”
As the army of the Ebon Kingdom began to march, they came upon the Wayrest cavalry flying a white flag. The Queen of Wayrest met Reymond and bowed, “My king, when I heard of your holy words and mission I realized the fault of my kingdom. The Merchant Princes have taken my city from me and cast me out for speaking true of you, but I care not for I am now pure. Take the symbol of my kingdom as a show of my loyalty and love.” The Queen handed him a rose which he accepted sincerely.
King and Queen feel in love and were wed on the isle of Alcaire under the lights of Heaven. Reymond vowed before his Kingdom, Queen and Gods that his descendants would sit upon the rose throne and the city would be finally purged.