Exile

Kingdom of Salos - Orb

Six months before landfall in Arcadia - Five years ago

Sir Eudon Zane bowed to King Pilos Ursuzi II, as he slowly stepped back several steps before turning his back and walking out of the throne room.

Lustrous braziers hanged from one side of each of the twelve granite columns light up most of the throne hall and coat everything in an orange glimmer. The countless gems on the terraced ceiling dance in the flickering light while gargoyles look down upon the obsidian floor of the regal hall.

The noble throne of marble sits amidst two large statues of the founders of Salos,
covered in byzantine carvings and fixed on each of the front legs is a lion's head, so that the current ruler of the kingdom is forever reminded that his position is only poosible because of those that came before him.

A silver rug with the crescent moon symbol of Ereuhin split part of the room in half from the throne to midway down the hall while embattled banners with embellished quilting swung gently from its massive walls. Between each banner of reds and blacks hung small lustres, all but a few have been lit and in turn illuminate the murals of late rulers below them. High windows are bordered by drapes coloured the same hues as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with intricate embroidery and gilded linings.

And so it had come to pass. His perceived transgressions had come to the attention of his liege and he was to be sent to the new land to establish a colony and stronghold for the soon to be called Empire.

He had three months to put his affairs in order back in Bloodstone, before boarding a ship with a detachment of other Knights of Salos, whom he would come to discover had incurred the wrath of the liege or were seen as political rivals to major houses closer to Pilos II.

A journey into an almost mythical land, across the Sea of Storms. One that only one other vessel had claimed to have made, where he could expect a violent death at sea or exile in a new and strange land.

Walking away from the throne room through its massive, gilded doors, he closed his fists in silent fury as his mind raced over his option and how best to prepare himself for the journey ahead.

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