The continent of Elibe, seperated into different nations under the rule of the great hero's after the first scouring. Ilia, with it's snowy mountain peaks and home of the famed Pegasus knights, was founded by the hero Barigan the faithful. The mountain kingdom of Bern, founded and ruled by Bramimmond the enigma who held and maintained the seals on the the legendary weapons of Elibe. Etruria, modern day home of the long famed Church of , founded by the legendary after the scouring. The Plains of Sacae, and the home of many modern tribes including the felled Lorca and the Kutolah, home of the now dead silver wolf, was founded by the hero Hanon, a divine trouper and hero of the Sacaen peoples. And finally, the Lycian League, founded by the hero Roland, champion and wielder of the great sword Durandal, now in the hands of former Marquess Eliwood of Pherae...
The lycian League has had a lasting peace for nearly twenty years, with the great noble houses in great merriment over the bonding of houses Ostia and Pherae. With the holy matrimony of Lord Roy of Pherae and the Lady Lilina of Ostia, there grew great peace within the two houses. But there has become unrest within the courts of Pherae, for after their son's crowning as the Marquess of Ostia, Lord Roy and Lady Lilina's daughter has disappeared into thin air...
The Lycian skies grew darker and darker, and now that sunset had fallen, it was the perfect chance. The red-haired girl pulled her hair back and raised her black peasant's hood over her face to help hide herself and she set off, a beautifully carved silver bow and quiver of arrows hanging from her shoulder. Clearing her throat, she looked around cautiously.
'Calm down, Elesa...You didn't hear anything...'
Elesa's hand trembled as she approached border between Araphen and border Sacae. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to get out, now, before she would be caught and sent by transport back to her father. And that...was something she didn't want. She didn't want to be sent back, to be dressed in fancy clothing and crowned as a dutchess to her father's throne. She wanted adventure! She wanted to see everywhere that both her father parents and grandparent's had seen. She wanted to feel what it was like...more than anything...to feel helpless and in danger...she wanted one thing. To fight and to go on a journey.
The border town was fairly good sized, and she had met with the current Marquess once, who had tried to court her several times, to her own denial. But as the thoughts and memories poured in, she moved on until she reached the crossing between Lycia and Sacae. The great plains of Elibe. She had heard rumours of it's beauty, and had always wanted to see it for herself. But besides that, she knew that there was nobody in the plains who could possibly recognize her.
Elesa smiled and stepped her first step out of Lycia, then in case of danger, she brandished her bow with her right hand to have it ready. She
prepared to remove it from her back, but before she could, she felt something grab her by the arm. In alarm, she turned around, almost ready to scream out in defense. But controlling herself, she just shut her mouth and looked her assailant in the eye.
It was a plainsman, much taller than her. Almost the height of her brother Dane, infact. But he wasn't. Infact, he was quite different. He had a calm, collected smile and shinning eyes. She'd never seen a plainsman before, and just stared at his long hair; longer than her own, even.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" She asked the man sharply. And as he opened his mouth to answer, his hand was on the sword at his hilt.
"My name is Tsar. And you, Lycian? You don't have the look of a commoner. Why are you here?" He asked her suspisciously.
Pulling her hood down, Elesa revealed her face to the stranger, but he only laughed.
"You're just a kid!" Tsar laughed. But Elesa growled madly at this comment, and without realising it, her hand was once again on her silver bow.
Tsar pulled his sword from his sheath and stared into the distance.
"What?" Elesa asked, but before she knew it, Tsar had thrown her onto the ground; she had dropped her bow and her arrows had spilt out of her quiver.
"Bandits," he whispered, taking a quick battle stance.
He Looked down at her, and nodded. But she knew what it meant. fast, she went to grab her arrows from off the ground. But and as she went to do so, a bandit looked down at her bow.
"Nobility? Hyuk hyuk. this'll make us a pretty penny, wont it boys?" He dove forward and grabbed Elesa by the arm, pulling her up off the ground and looked her in the eye with the most siniser, nasty look she had ever seen. She wanted to gag a little, but didn't because she knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill her with the axe in his other hand. She closed her eyes in fear, and before she knew it, the bandit had let out a blood curtling scream as she felt herself fall...but this wasn't the case...something caught her, and she opened her eyes. Tsar was holding onto her, and had caught her fall. She smiled akwardly and he put her back on two feet, watching Tsar pull his bloody blade from the bandit's chest. Then, wiping the blood onto the grass, he grinned at Elesa.
"So, Princess, why don't you tell me why you're here?" he asked her as he sheathed his blade.
