[h1]Frendler (Kingdom Of the Sun)[/h1]

In the small village of Frendler men and women milled around, putting on brave faces for the children, as they tried to make themselves busy. The day before a knight of radiance had visited them, he warned them that raiders from Broken Spine were seen days away from the north most fields. This host was large but far away from the hordes of Scazzven and therefore beyond the armies concern. The knights orders were simple yet firm. "Do not leave the village! Move what remains of your flock to the settlement, do not enter your fields, all men are required under penalty of the law to remain. I will return hopefully with my lords house guard, do not flee, you will draw the raiders eye! And above all stay brave children of the sun!" And with that he road off hopefully with the call for reinforcements.

The men tried to make themselves busy, and nothing was told to the children, who as always played their simple games, and song songs older then their parents. They sang with joy knowing not the meaning or fear that shadows their simple melody. 

"Put a coin in the taxman hand
 Do your task, protect your fellow man
 Walk the path, right your wrong
 Or they come
 Confessor calls, as Red Sun fall
 three twelvemonths, only ninety nine ride
 To Ebonwood, liars
 Ebonwood, thieves
 Ebonwood, murders, monsters
 and me"

The old men of the village listened on in bittersweet reflection. Only they survived and clutched on to a different age. An age were banditry was suicide, not the only way to feed ones family. They also remembered when such a sinister song was nothing more than a child's amusement to them. And so they listened, lamenting the long departed innocence of their youth.

Into the village hobbled one of these old men. A simple fisherman, who's only remaining wealth in the world was the  love of his family. He wailed with tears in his eyes, "They took her! They took her! Buy the Sun's radiance they took my granddaughter!" He was ignored. The children were scared by his ravings. The old were burdened by their friends agony, yet they to were long past noble deeds and calls to arm. One of the men finnaly worked up the courage, "Bandits, or the Scazzven?" The fisherman wept, "Bandits! They came after us! They thought we killed their kin! I swear we touched no one. They didn't care, they grabbed Lucile and wrecked our home. Please i'm not strong enough, will no one help me save her?" The man who approached him was both the bravest and most cruel among them, for he had the courage to kill the old man's hope. "You know we can't. We are bound by a Knight of radiance, we have to wait for his return. Its for the good of the village." He left the fisherman there knowing nothing he could say would sooth the old man.

And then, the fisherman remembered a song he had learned as a boy. He learned it from a member of The Order of Merciful Knights. His father had told him only the dammed, righteous, and dead entered Ebonwood. As he set of in search of the cursed wood he wondered which one he was.
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[h2]Dragons Cradle[/h2]

The dwarf huffed. [color=ed1c24]"You came a hell of a long way for a birthday party lass. As for work that ain't my choice. Come! Your get to meet the obsidian smith. I'm sure he has a few questions for 'Zeke'." [/color] He set off fully expecting the two of them to follow. His allies kept their crossbows trained on the two of them.
[@Mr Rage]