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The Empire: Korin Shieldbreaker
We begin our tale near the city of Deloc, a not wealthy yet still happy city who are proud of their great, just, and holy empire. The city is filled with people and merchants alike, the laughter of children echoing through the houses of the good people of Deloc. Clerics on the cobblestone streets preach about their god-emperor. The house of every citizen bears the red and silver flag of the Templars proudly. Guardsmen and women with their armor shining brightly, post upon every turn in the city ensuring safety and security. In the center of the city, Mages are being read their crimes while awaiting execution. Clouds fill the sky like volumes of cotton ripe for the picking, the cities shrines and temples are crowded with people happily worshiping their emperor and his divine rule.
The fresh recruits storm out of their academy barracks starting to accept their new status as a Templar and barely feeling the burden of such a title, ready to devote their lives in the name of their great god-emperor headstrong and ready to devote themselves on completing their new life mission to defend the empire and destroy the heretics and anyone else dares defile the name of the emperor by standing in their way.
As Korin enter the city’s walls, he is greeted by the flags of silver and red along with the Templars that guard the outer walls of the city. He found himself captivated by its overwhelming presence, its dominance and beauty “If only you could see me now father, you’d be so proud that I’m preserving this tradition.” He thought as he clutched his father’s cross in his hand, he aimed to get to the market district but soon became confused and disoriented by the mass crowd of people, Korin escaped into an alleyway to get away from the crowd, he slowly made his way deeper in alley going alleyway to alleyway. He finally made it to the markets filled with people buying and selling goods and constantly talking. He goes over to the news board with twelve accounts of all the events that has happened since the past two months.
A lone tavern stood outside, barely on the edge of the city’s borders. The Tavern’s air is enveloped by the smells of mead, wine, and ale fresh from the barrel along with the exchange of words between patrons. The tavern flooring made purely out of dark reddish brown Cedar wood that is now creaking and splintering, the sweet smell of the Cedar wood is now washed away and replaced with mead and ale. The tables carved out of Ironwood into round-circular shape now display carvings and the stabs of blades deeply embedding the wood. Strikingly though, the tavern looks smaller on the inside then it did on the out. Secret rooms were within the walls, full of multiple races in fear of the certain execution if they were caught. The basement of the tavern was even used for smuggling races out of the empire and into the elven lands for their safety. The patrons inside dance to the music played aloud by the many bards and some even speak about the injustices they feel their emperor has committed. Every day they survive held a night to be celebrated, for any day could be the day in which they were caught and murdered.
Marcus stands in a dark corner of the tavern drinking ale quietly, hoping no one assumes the worst of him as he did not particularly enjoy fighting unless if it was only to defend himself. “Hmm I’d give anything for some sake, too bad they don’t carry it.” He thought as he set down the mug. There were less people in the tavern than normal. “I wonder what’s going on today, maybe there some sort of movement of people tonight, hmm strange normally this doesn't happen so often, so why now?” Marcus walks up to his room, upon opening the door he is greeted by his pet wolf-pup Long-Fang who was waiting in front of the door expectantly. “Well hello there my little friend.” Marcus said happily as he picked up Long-Fang he heard a very loud crash in the tavern. He quickly set him down to check on the unfamiliar voice he heard, as he peeked from behind the tavern pillar he didn't really see any broken mugs or bowls that would create such a noise. He checked the tavern to find any evidence of a noise, as he checked around the wall he heard a small whisper. He pressed is ear against the wall and knocked. “Hello, is anyone there?” He asked loudly as he kept his ear to the wall waiting for a response.