Deep in the land of Sin, a region located to the southeast of Fiore covered in underdeveloped and rural woodlands, up to the highest build level of the lands sat a woman. This woman has come to be known as Reign Sin, the last known heir to the once rulers on the land. Long ago merchants came to Sin offering goods and wares for trade. Stuck in their traditions the Sinners chose to shun the trades and rebuke any sort of advancement for their land. Land that they have beilieved for centuries were what the gods had gifted them and why they should rely on. Strict to their beliefs and strict to their traditions when a traveler had come by asking shelter and hospitality the Sinners had turned the traveler away in such a way he had sworn vengeance as he trecked away in the harsh storm that had suddenly sprung up.
Although seeming crude and unmendable the Sinners were simply secretive and very hesitant to trust outsiders. For the same ten families had concurred the land together and didn't let anyone trust past for it was their sacred place. They prospered in many different ways than the outside world, but Sin has one thing that kept them more prosperous than others. Stones and gems, and abundance throughout the underground. Kept secret in fear for invaders. Materials such as those that the Sin family focused their lives around, in addition to their religious beliefs of Mother Earthland. They build stone temples with precious gems and runes for devotion to their gods. Their place of guidance was always mystical and shining.
It wasn't until a few generations had passed before the rebuked traveler had returned to the land on Sin. Most did not know of the man in black with a white sash, but had heard the stories of how eerily he had tried his way into their land. So when he came knocking once again to enter Sin, the Sinners turned him away. Enraged the area became cloudy and dark, high levels of magic filled the area. Red eyes gleamed as he muttered his spell. Slowly but surely the people of Sin started to turn to stone, no one was able to outrun the curse. Except for the newest heir unknown to the traveler who was located in the center temple highest room to the top. She was frozen in time just like her family, but in a safe magical barrier of unknown origins.
Many years had passed before the child awoke. Guided by an unknown voice she grew and prosperous by herself deep in the center of the land of Sin. The young lady grew quite fast going through the motions of following her lost religion and her magic based off of the books left behind. She gathered beautiful gems from around her temple and practiced the sacred rites of her people by the age of sixteen. The writing of her people that connects her to the sacred elements water, fire, earth and air tottooed her body in powdered opal to singnify hope mixed with moon water to harness energy. The swirling and beautiful design covered the woman from her toes to a few scrawled lines upon her cheeks in glittering silver ink. Taking her peoples trials and tribulations to heart she did the rest of her rights to become the hero of her people. Every rite completely per tradition she added another stone to her being. By the age of twenty she had acquired seven stones. Amber imbedded into her right hand ring finger for fire amplification by trail of fire. On her right middle finger is jasper for earth magic amplification, by trail of earth. Following is on her left hand ring finger diamond for air, and middle finger contains aquamarine for water. Center of her back contains a bit of obsidian for protection. In the center of her forehead lays labradorite for intuition, and the center of her chest above her heart is quarts to amplify her other stones.
The young wizard had grown all on her own dependency with a little communication from a friend mentally. Her friend had taught her her native tongue Sinsian and English for when she starts her travels over boarders. For you see Reign was aware her family was no more, there were even scrolls years old she had found portraying this happening to her people. Following those there was only one other entry from the so told prophecy that she was to do her rites and head for a land called Fiore where she should look for the person who has the keys to the stars. Their ruler would be able to give her something to help stop the one her ruined her people.
Although curious by nature she didn't venture very far from her safety of the temple that was warded against outsiders. Often enough it was for basic human needs, to bath, get water, and forage. Reign became self sufficient to teach herself the writing of her people, the runes they used on a simplistic level, and the bits of alchemy to create specific potions to her her along. There was still so much more to do but something kept telling her time would come up short here soon.
Reign had just done her ritual for quarts when she realized she had not heard her companion for all these years in her head any longer. Struck by a strong feeling of energy drain she decided to climb into bed for the evening. Her last thought was about the journey to come.