"So, this is Essalonia," in a cold monotone voice. "It is so different from Teled, no, even Ithania too," He continued. "Hard to believe just a year ago we were scavenging the forest and living off the land," said Loriel as she read a medical journal picked up from natives in Hadar. "You likely would have died if it wasn't for me finding you after the fall of our House. You may be unrivaled in medicine, but your survival skills are inept at best," Khenta replied with a slight grin. "That may be so, but it must be better than your ability to speak to women successfully," She smiled in reply. The sea rocked the boat side to side calmly. Essalonia could be seen in the distance as cherry blossom petals blew in the wind. They had finally arrived.
Once ashore Khenta helped Loriel off the boat and began their tread among the soft sands of Escallonia's beaches. The water was a crystal-clear color. The cherry petals blew stronger on land than on sea. Loriel seemed to find great comfort in the leaves around them. Khenta's long black hair flowed in the wind as they continued. He and Loriel had been traveling for nearly a year to Essalonia after hearing of the great promise it offered from a nearby local man in Hadar. The land had been torn to pieces there after the great houses clashed repeatedly to no end. All that either Loriel and Khenta had known there was destroyed. They may not have always gotten along before the end of their old home, but the journey certainly brought them far closer than anyone would have thought.
"We are here so now what? I hope you didn't drag me here without a plan," Loriel pressed to him. "Of course, I have a plan. Since when you have known me not to?" Khenta asked slightly irritated. "Knowing you is why I asked. I need to make sure it isn't stupid," She teasingly responded. Khenta sighed and turned back around to continue walking forward. "The plan is…we rebuild." Their shoes sank into the mud. Khenta's more so than Loriel's as he was wearing a much heavier boot than her light shoes. The squishing of wet dirt could be heard clearly with every step as they stepped quite a way off the beach into the mainland now. "I want to settle here," Loriel said as the blossom petals flowed around her elven frame. "Then it is decided." He said sternly in return.
The tall grass blew side to side. Essalonia had a mystical wind aura to it that Khenta had not experienced in other lands. The blossoms flowed around almost as if to dance to the rhythm of the surroundings. Khenta caught one of them and put it in Loriel's hair. Slowly months passed by as the place they began to build at first for themselves grew into a small town. The inn was the largest in the area and hosted travelers from lands as far as Hyarroc. The cathedral was being constructed to match a grand vision the two of them had for their place. It had become alive, living and breathing the same air as them. The occasional bandit would try to cause a commotion in town or even kill people of the town to instill terror on them, but Khenta was no stranger to death. He would at times have to cut these bandits down as Loriel kept busy treating the injured or stragglers that needed help on the road.
Khenta and Loriel marched up to a vantage point over the town and began to shout. "This vision once just ours has evolved into this great town. We thrive and work together as a community. Soldier and citizen alike were all the same. We are pleased to announce ourselves as rightful King and Queen of Lura and head of House Lurite!" The crowd erupted into roars. Not of hate or distain, but of happiness and joy. The two were loved by their people just as they loved them in return. "Today marks the beginning of our Empire!" Khenta continued onwards. They made their wave goodbye and returned to their large house in the town. Now as rightful King and Queen of Lura, what would be their next move? Their eyes set on the ever vast world around them.
Once ashore Khenta helped Loriel off the boat and began their tread among the soft sands of Escallonia's beaches. The water was a crystal-clear color. The cherry petals blew stronger on land than on sea. Loriel seemed to find great comfort in the leaves around them. Khenta's long black hair flowed in the wind as they continued. He and Loriel had been traveling for nearly a year to Essalonia after hearing of the great promise it offered from a nearby local man in Hadar. The land had been torn to pieces there after the great houses clashed repeatedly to no end. All that either Loriel and Khenta had known there was destroyed. They may not have always gotten along before the end of their old home, but the journey certainly brought them far closer than anyone would have thought.
"We are here so now what? I hope you didn't drag me here without a plan," Loriel pressed to him. "Of course, I have a plan. Since when you have known me not to?" Khenta asked slightly irritated. "Knowing you is why I asked. I need to make sure it isn't stupid," She teasingly responded. Khenta sighed and turned back around to continue walking forward. "The plan is…we rebuild." Their shoes sank into the mud. Khenta's more so than Loriel's as he was wearing a much heavier boot than her light shoes. The squishing of wet dirt could be heard clearly with every step as they stepped quite a way off the beach into the mainland now. "I want to settle here," Loriel said as the blossom petals flowed around her elven frame. "Then it is decided." He said sternly in return.
The tall grass blew side to side. Essalonia had a mystical wind aura to it that Khenta had not experienced in other lands. The blossoms flowed around almost as if to dance to the rhythm of the surroundings. Khenta caught one of them and put it in Loriel's hair. Slowly months passed by as the place they began to build at first for themselves grew into a small town. The inn was the largest in the area and hosted travelers from lands as far as Hyarroc. The cathedral was being constructed to match a grand vision the two of them had for their place. It had become alive, living and breathing the same air as them. The occasional bandit would try to cause a commotion in town or even kill people of the town to instill terror on them, but Khenta was no stranger to death. He would at times have to cut these bandits down as Loriel kept busy treating the injured or stragglers that needed help on the road.
Khenta and Loriel marched up to a vantage point over the town and began to shout. "This vision once just ours has evolved into this great town. We thrive and work together as a community. Soldier and citizen alike were all the same. We are pleased to announce ourselves as rightful King and Queen of Lura and head of House Lurite!" The crowd erupted into roars. Not of hate or distain, but of happiness and joy. The two were loved by their people just as they loved them in return. "Today marks the beginning of our Empire!" Khenta continued onwards. They made their wave goodbye and returned to their large house in the town. Now as rightful King and Queen of Lura, what would be their next move? Their eyes set on the ever vast world around them.
Lura Is Recruiting
Message Neckerei in game to start the recruitment process!
Darkroom
RP and PvP friendly
Opportunity
Housing
Friends
Message Neckerei in game to start the recruitment process!
Darkroom
RP and PvP friendly
Opportunity
Housing
Friends
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