OOC: Sorry if this is kind of long, I just had to get this introductory phase done. And if there are any mistakes (inconsistencies with the lore and such), I'll fix them. IC:

Yssil was now the only male offspring in his family still living at his parent’s house. Gyveos, his oldest brother, had left Hekaga years ago, while Jaidra, his other older brother, was making a respectable (or at least lucrative) business in the city. As the youngest brother, Yssil felt that it was time he advanced and became independent as well.
 
For the past few years, he had been working various odd jobs; from patrolling the city as a guard during the nights to assisting Jaidra in his business to offering (mostly magical) training and sparring opportunities to any interested. He had a stable enough income, but Yssil felt he was stagnating. He could now afford to buy and keep a small place for himself if he wanted to, but there just were no opportunities of the kind he was looking for around here. 

He’d also been studying magic ever since he learned to read and write competently from his mother, but there was not much else to do here as a sorcerer. What he needed the most right now was practice, he thought. So, Yssil decided to become an adventurer – he knew there would be challenges, travelling, new sights and people, and most importantly, plenty of opportunities.

Today was the day to leave. He already had a medium sized leather bag packed with various necessities, now he just had to clothe himself a bit more appropriately. He picked light brown trousers, a beige tunic and a leather belt. He had two weapons, kept in good shape, though rarely used (except for practice), and sheathed and belted both the short sword and the dagger.

He only had to say goodbye to his mother and sister now – everyone knew he was leaving of course, but those two would surely want [i]hugs[/i]. He shuddered at the thought. Females could be so weirdly emotional, sometimes.

He picked his bag, adjusted his weapons, and left his bedroom. As he thought, Imra in Lyria were both waiting for him in the room closest to the exit of the house. As soon as they saw him, Lyria stood up from where she had been sitting and rushed to him, hugging him tightly. His mother stayed sitting, watching the two of them with a small amused smiled, somewhat wistful. Meanwhile, his sister was still clinging to him. As gently as he could, he pried her away.

“W-why do you have to leave?” she asked, her voice wavering with sadness.

“I want to do something similar to what Gyveos does,” he tried explaining simply.

“But he’s almost never home,” Lyria added with a slight whine.

Yssil sighed. “I know. I promise I’ll write whenever I can, but you know paper isn’t cheap.”

His sister looked at the floor briefly, fidgeting nervously. “I’ll miss you,” then she looked him fiercely in the eye and exclaimed “And don’t die!”

Yssil offered her a quick hug, grimacing lightly over her shoulder at the requisite show of affection. Thankfully, she let him go soon. He walked the few steps to his mother and knelt in order to hug her, too. Knowing his reticence, she released him quickly and smiled at him fondly.

“Be well, Yssil,” she said softly. “Have you prayed for a safe journey?”

“Of course,” he said, knowing she was worried.

“Good. I will leave you in the capable hands of the gods, then,” she stood up, leaving him kneeling. Yssil bowed his head, letting Imra offer him a blessing. Then he stood up, inclining his head in thanks. No more needed to be said between them.

And so, the youngest brother left his birth-home as well. He had a long journey ahead of him, having to travel all the way to the Fertile Valley. He travelled by ship, first via the Iron river, then the White river and finishing at Hewaniar river. The ship fare was rather dismal compared to what he was used to, but something he accepted. He had to stop at least for a day in each of the three cities that were on the way, prolonging his journey as necessity dictated.

Eventually, however, he arrived at his destination: The home of a great legend, the well-known hero and adventurer, Adykon. Yssil took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. Looking worse for wear than at the beginning of his journey, the young dracon male strode confidently to the farm-house and knocked politely.