"Honey, hurry or you'll be Late." Syriah called out to her husband, a House Shyell Warcaster named Sylven, who hopped down the stairs two at a time grabbing up his daughter he swept her up and spun her around listening to her giggle. He set the giggling little girl down at the table for her breakfast and picked up his sword as his wife made a final adjustment to the arcanika armor he was wearing and leaned in kissing her husband. "Go keep our boarders safe silly, we'll be here when you get back."

This same scene became a moment in time that seemed fixed forever once we month the black haired Iosian man would show his love for his daughter and his wife. As the girl aged their morning greeting changed and as she became a young woman the ritual changed slightly. While Syriah was a master Arcane Mekanik and was often working on house Shyell's Myrmidons her daughter inherited her father's less productive magic and it wasn't long before she began studying at a prestigious school for Arcanists. With his life so blessed Sylven couldn't have been happier.

Sliding down the stair banister Cyaneth aimed for her father. Her long hair with its magenta tones matcher her mother's as she glided down the steps, and using the nob at the bottom she kicked off into a twirl that landed herself with the grace of a dancer into her father's arms. "Morning Daddy" She beamed into his face as she untangled herself from her father and danced over to her mother hugging her. "So I'll be going with you today mom?"

"Yes dear, today you get to come with me. I'll be going just outside of the gates to look at some Myrmidons that stopped responding. So make sure you're ready." Syriah pleaded with her adolescent daughter. "Honey! You'll be late!" She called to her Husband and pulled out his pocket watch and checked it and realizing the time darted over to kitchen and kissed his daughter on the cheek and his beloved wife on her lips sweetly before going to protect the boarder of the kingdom like he always did.

It was that evening as he sat alone waiting for the two treasures in his life to return that he learned to true meaning for loss. His sister in law entered the house, she was a member of the radical faction the Retribution and her words poured into his ears as she told him of the humans who slaughtered his family. His wife and daughter stolen from him, violated, and left for the carrion birds, his heart shriveled in his chest as the woman continued talking. He heard little as hate poured out from the empty space that his heart had once occupied. Fire burned in him as he turned to his visitor. "I want to join the Retribution."