Sarillia

In a tavern along a shabby cobblestone path there is a man. He wears a hide and fur coat and is known to have a mysterious set of manners. Some people think he is evil and some think he is not evil but holds his own agenda. In reality he is anything you perceive him as. He has dark brown hair with the sides shaved with the top pulled back into a ponytail. The hair is accompanied by a shadow on his face and unique marking down the side of his face and neck. With him is where our story begins. " Oh hello there! I am the keeper of this storybook. You can think of me as the narrator and of course the the most important character in the story. The others are alright in there own kind of sense but of course I'm the important one. I go by many names but none of which you are worthy of pronouncing. You shall refer to me as the keeper". The tavern road connects to a highway of sorts that runs through the majority of the kingdom and branches off to others. Sarillia is the name of this land and is not particularly wealthy due to the corruption of it's leaders and the heavy influence of crime. Although the land is in desperate need of proper care and security, It's beauty rivals it's wilds. The wilderness consists of forests, mountainous regions, vast deserts, rich prairies, and the magical floating isles on which the Capital city of Wabarath lies. The city is accessible through hand-crafted elevators powered by the waterfalls, and by portals, of which those with knowledge of the arcane arts use. The lands of Sarillia are in the majority populated by humans, but there are other forms of life. there are dragons, goblin like creatures call the fray, and otherworldly dark creatures in which people are not legally permitted to utter of, but to all they are only known as the others. The barkeep looks to the keeper." So you think you can keep drinking at my place and not pay your tab? Get the **** out now!" He exclaimed into which our mysterious friend replied " You know how I feel about cursing Walter!" the keeper slides across the bar counter and gets into the barkeep's face and whispers in his ear " The weeds grow in the meadow, the depths flow into the shallow, and your words are empty, hallow." his arm swing up and steel thrusts into the barkeeps ear and his eyes widen as his body slumps down to the floor. His fate is sealed and his eyes go black, lifeless, hopeful, but then realizing there is nothing left for him. It is dark and he knows he is alone in the void. Miles away from the tavern, camping in the woods is a fair maiden who is with her band of outlaws celebrating one of their many recent heists, this time it was robbing the royal convoy carrying priceless artifacts which will be ransomed back to the crown. Her name is Valarie. she has long red hair with one side shaved and she wears a beautiful white dress, laced with gold designes. She is the most valuable member as she can manipulate the minds of men with her beauty. In reality she is just as deadly as she is beautiful. She always keeps a short sword with an elegant design with a bend near the base of the sword. She lures men off while the rest of the bandit troup deal with the remainders and the loot. She then finishes the men she lured away by fighting them with her short sword in a unique and mesmerizing way. She dances and moves gracefully with each thrust and each leap. Her fluidity is incomprehensible as she slashes her way through the men before they can even realize what is going on. Valerie is our duelist and a damn good one at that. She is talking, drinking, and dancing with her troup when she sees our mysterious friend appears by a nearby tree. She looks to a nearby troup member and asks " do you see that strange man over by that tree?" to which the man replies " what man? Are you sure you haven't celebrated enough?" She now knows that only she can see him. Our friend my the tree lifts his head up towards her revealing his pearl white eyes. She is trembling with fear but also excitement as she can't help but feel drawn to him. " who are you?" she asks the man and to which he replies "your keeper". They walk down a dried up river bed as she rambles on and on to him about herself, barely taking time to take a breath. " I realize I haven't given you a chance to speak." she says to The Keeper. " we are not going to be friends and I'm not going to be your lover. We are going to gather a group of individuals who are talented. We are going to change everything." he responds. So naturally she is curious as to who the are but he will not tell her. The only thing he says is " you will find out when it is the proper time. You must leave your group so you can follow your true ambitions!" She obviously isn't thrilled at the idea of leaving her friends behind but she understands that she is meant for more than this and that she needs a little mystery and adventure in her life. She then asks him who they are meeting first and where they are heading. The keeper looks at her and smiles " to Wabarath to find the gilded gladiator."