Fantasy The Magician and his Dragon Prince (Private)

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Reiriathet

In a distant land exists four kingdoms Synenat, Kytete, Ulshaho'an, and Reiriathet living in a harmonic balance established through years of wary treaties and empty words. A land that is full of magic and danger to any and all who live there. The kingdom of Reiriathet, one of the oldest kingdoms, has had its ruling family set drawing their bloodline all the way to the first king himself. A powerful family who has little trouble crushing rebellions and is known for their harsh but fair ruling style. The current family especially is known for their rather unorthodox punishments to those that have been deemed criminal. Though with the heir to the throne becoming a mature adult, there is surprise among the commoners as he is still a bachelor even though he has his pick of any noble lady in the land. A topic of controversy among the common folk, but not one that can be heard any louder than whispers.

The day was dawning much like any other over the kingdom of Reiriathet. Birds sang their morning songs, merchants were opening their shops, and commoners slowly rousing to start their days. Unbeknownst to anyone that chaos was around the corner. Much to a typical morning the King and Queen set up a meeting with their son once again wishing to discuss the future with him. The Prince being obligated to attend such a meeting was making his way there when he stopped just outside the door hearing voices within, one of which he did not recognize. Before long there are shouts and screams that turn into frightening roars behind the door. The tale of how the Prince managed to escape is all but a blur as he flees the capital hoping to find a rumored wizard in Nathilyase south of his lavish home.










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Edan— Lokifern

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A gentle breeze carried the soft scents of the forest to Edan as he exited his small woodland tower. It was nice living in the woods so far from the village. The woods were quiet, and calm, and did not stink of human refuse. Taking in a deep breath he sighed contently grabbing his basket as he closed the door of his home behind him. The ground was moist and the air warm, the perfect environment to find various mushrooms he would need for his potion experiments. He began walking off into the woods using gentle flicks of his hand to wave branches and shrubbery out of his way with little wisps of magic following. He traveled awhile collecting any plants he saw on the way to a specific clearing he knew grew bountiful groupings of mushrooms. Entering the clearing he smiled enjoying the sunlight as it filtered through the opening in the canopy. Another wonderful day. Finding a group he knelt down and began harvesting humming a soft tune to himself.

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