Rasinia — WDB03 Journal

Born I left home seeking my lady. Oh, wait. Sorry. Both the joys and terrors in life are the unexpected things. I left home seeking my lady. And am now the secret bodyguard for the infamous young lord of the wild rebellious village trying to be a city on the surface. Anyone vaguely informed of the situation would write off this tall, scarred young leader who has little power beside his blood and the eyes of scheming patricians. At a glance, he reminds me of my warrior brothers. Strong, stubborn and direct. Their dead faces float by in my memories as I look at his. It's a good thing I learned long ago to see past surface appearances. Or I might be the one gripping him by the cloak to shake some sense into his muscled and pea brained skull. There's a difference between taking a stand for what is right and being alive with some shred of dignity the next day instead. I wonder what this one's fate will be. Will that shiny golden sword protect him? Or is he just a shinier pawn on the game board of the gods? Yes, I wonder if he is aware that he is already knee deep in the mud of a war that has not truly begun and yet is older than all of us who breathe this young lord's strength, and potentially his weakness as well, is his heart, its value of truth. And his companions. He cares for his people and his dream. And quite the dream it is. Freedom is little more than a dream for anyone who lives under a banner. His companions are a unique bunch, which might actually be one saving grace in all this. If this group can realize how powerful the diversity without tearing them apart piece by piece, then this dream might have a small chance of becoming a reality. None of them come from the same place, people or banner. And that is how their numbers can grow frighteningly fast if they can chart the right course through this storm. A young lord wielding a sword of legend. A pig farmer with a goddess's touch. A boy with scaled strength. A boy with smiles and deft gameplay. And a one eyed scribe from the desert. Speaking of which, that sword. I've seen it before. No matter. I may have my task from my lady. Keep the muscled idiot from killing himself in this den of vipers. Good thing. I like a challenge.