"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."
-Master Willem
Yahar'gul, Unseen Village
Fire. It consumed the village, brought upon by the knights of Cainhurst. Vileblooods. His village, his family, the remnants of the healing church… gone. The streets laid with bodies of his people, all done in the name of the vile queen. Atop the rubble of a home was man, he was blond with pale skin and blue eyes, proudly wearing the church's executioner garb sans the Ardeo covered in blood; a sheath at his waist and a hefty wheel on his back.
Here stood Jaune Arc, follower of martyr Logarius and last and youngest member of the executioners as he silently took in the wreckage of his former home. He knew why it happened; his teacher Alfred went to go try and kill the Vileblood queen and refused to bring him along, knowing it was suicide. Jaune knew his friend wouldn't be returning, but the reality set in when he received the weapons his teacher used, broken. But he didn't take it standing, he killed every last Cainhurst knight in his village in a fit of rage and sadness like a man possessed, his Logarius' Wheel drenched and dripping with vileblood; empowering it with their blood essence.
But now he was lost, he wasn't strong enough to fight the Queen and all the other members of the church were either dead or hiding. Jaune needed allies. He needed to get strong fast and find a way into the Vile Queens home; The Cainhurst Castle located in the Grimmlands, and there was a perfect solution to both his problems… Beacon.
This is an idea that has been swimming in my head the past few months. While not technically my first attempt at a story this will be one I want to take for as long as i can. Well more of a snippet really, and I would appreciate any thoughts on it. Thank you.