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The land of Teranth, home to many factions has been beset for decades by the heretical Chaos Legions, orc filth, and the alien Other. All of this changed when one woman lead a legendary military campaign to unite Teranth into one whole, crushing all opposition where none had succeeded before. Forming a kingdom that was unlike any other, for intead of a King, it was led solely by a Queen, Queen Ismaire of the Bloody Roses she was called.
A blademaster, a leader beloved by the people, tactically brilliant, and a scarlet haired beauty to mesmerize men around the country. Ismaire turned Teranth into a place that was truly safe from the heretical cults of Chaos, the rampaging hordes of orks, and the bizarre Other, a decade of prosperity passed, it would be some time before trouble reared it's head again...
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"We cannot trust that man with your safety your Highness." Said Alistair irritably, his face contorted into a disapproving scowl, her seneschal did not approve her choice of bodyguard one bit. "I am not charging him with my safety." Ismaire responded calmly as they both walked to the Royal Gardens. Alistair blinked his small beady eyes, staring at her in surprise from his boxlike cranium. His rugged exterior would never be called handsome, but he was very good at what he did. "Y-you're not? What do you want him for then?"
"I want him to protect my daughter." The seneschal's jaw dropped momentarily, then he raised his voice a little bit in anger "What!? Your Highness with all due respect you cannot let a murderer be in charge of your daughter's safety! That is...that is..." He was choking on the words and the Queen replied "Madness? Then do explain how he got into the situation he is in." Alistair fell silent, not having any counterargument.
They were talking about Geralt Lessard, an assassin for hire, who had only been caught because he had been forced to go to a government owned hospital to be treated for severe burns, the reason for these burns? He had dived into a flaming building to save a little girl from the conflagration, this reason alone had convinced Ismaire of the man's integrity, even if other's questioned her choice, she knew it was the right one.
For an evil man, would not have acted as he had.
They entered the Royal Garden's, where her daughter was, sitting quietly and observing the fish in the ornamental pond, there were many of them, all brightly colored and varied, the pond kept warm through some machinery underneath it. Many people were taken aback by the constant noises of machines and the rush of steam through pipes upon entering Blackreach Fortress, which wrapped around the Rose Palace, the Fortress was the thorns that kept the Rose safe so to speak, both structures were quite large, and filled to the brim with machinery, some of it powered by steam and clever mechanical expertise, and some it by magic.
Before hand this technology had not existed, due to society's mistrust of mages and tinker's, but Ismaire had changed that by drastically encouraging the growth of such things, this had drastically elevated the quality of life for all citizen's of the kingdom, at least everywhere they had spread it, it was still a work in progress, but such results could be seen being achieved in the next twenty years so long as nothing major happened to disrupt her rule.
This was good, as Teranth was a country shrouded in a state of almost constant winter, the only reason people did not starve was due to the local flora and fauna, an enormous jungle was everywhere out there, the trees and vegetation thrived in the cold bizarrely enough, a phenomenon not encountered anywhere else, the flora grew rampant and Cutter machines had to work weekly to ensure they did not overgrow the cities and villages. The plants encouraged the survival of animals everywhere.
Ismaire stared at her daughter, she was a strange girl, but that was due to the nature of her father, whose nature had been hid until her birth, he had been one of the faerie, and thus her daughter was bound to have strange and powerful gifts...
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Many thanks to the talented Lillian Thorne for the Signature
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Many thanks to the talented Lillian Thorne for the Signature