Tellaes

Returning to Briee was bittersweet. He had not last touched these shores for many years, nearly a decade. Since he was young, he had traveled on his own, learning the ways of survival and swordplay from any master who would teach him. This gave him a hefty catalogue of swordplay to use against any type of fighter. During this time, too, he discovered his own desires and interests, finding that travel itself was the ultimate aphrodisiac and the discovery of new things the greatest pleasure. He longed to live aboard a vessel, but found ships stifling and less adventurous. With little of a direction to go, he decided to return to his homeland to see its changes.

But since he had left, the Humans had become unbelievably isolated, turning the entire kingdom into one that seemed to ooze hatred for their Elven neighbors. It concerned him, as it was not the kind of nation he remembered. There were no stories of anything that happened between the kingdoms, just that Regemont had assumed their guilt in something, and attributed the Queen’s death nearly a quarter of a century ago to a plot of their design.

Unable to pull himself away and avoid any of it, he continued to look into the reports of the growing battlements at the capitol and the cause of this change to his once-ideal homeland. When he ran into Drake, a Royal Guard from the capitol no less, he discovered his luck had changed, and perhaps the answers would reveal themselves.

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