Duke Faustino Ozan Yorgos Carrara sat up in his bed, finally awake after a night's sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he got up and began to head into his restroom, which itself was a sprawling white room, decorated with rugs decorated with the finest patterns, furs of exotic beasts like the Great Bear of K'svat and the deadly wolf of the Ghost Forest, and the greatest thing for him at the least, the fine tree of the Bloodmarsh, emitting a pleasant smell like that off the sweetest fruit known to man, although eating the fruit from the fine tree would result in death of whoever was unfortunate enough to consume one. Entering the bath, he threw a log onto a firepit, heating up the bath to a nice warm temperature. Faustino began to think of the great city he ruled, Sybos, a great city of nearly a million souls. The city itself comprised of two parts, the old and new city was built on the ruins of a vast kingdom, long forgotten. With two walls, both nearing 100 men tall, have carvings of stories and battles. With the first wall being called "Lovers Wall" protecting the commonfolk from any threats, and the inner wall, being callled "Rich man's Wall", protecting the higher born citizens. Faustino sighed and got out of the bath, blowing out the firepit on his way out.
Combing his dark, curly hair along with his mustache, he threw on a black robe, covered in patterns of diamonds and other shapes. Along with this and a cap with the same features of the shirt, he threw on a red sash, holding a curved sword in a golden sheathe embedded with diamonds and rubies and other gems. He put on his sandals, and began to walk down the staircase towards the open garden of his palace, where his children would play with one another. He watched them as they ran, chasing each other with wooden swords, atleast until they saw him, in which they dropped their fake weapons and towards him exclaimed "Dad!", which as much love a child could give their father. Embracing his three boys, he stopped to look around before asking "Do you know where your sister is?" The oldest, Antonios, a boy of 13 years responded before his brothers, "Last I saw of Sabrina she was mom." "And do you know where your mother is?", he asked him once more. "The throne room, I think." Faustino sighed and rubbed his eldest sons head before sending them back to play. Walking to the main hall of the palace, began to think more of city, of how in the center of the western sect, near the Tower of Blue Cross, there was a small statue of an old hero clutching a spear. The statue itself was unimportant, but the story it told captivated Faustino as it was a story about how an old hero of the empire managed to defeat the oncoming hoards of barbarians by himself only to be turned on by one of his friends. Faustino wasn't quite sure why that certain story stuck with him, but it had oddly enough, maybe because he felt like that was his father? By the time he reached the throne room, these thoughts clouded his mind until he heard his musicians playing, playing a song that was pleasant to his ears the same way the fine tree was to his nose. Seeing his wife, along with his missing daughter of seven years, he kissed them both before taking his seat on his throne, if it could be called that as it was a series of cushions that helped his back as well as his neck once he sat on it, he looked to the musicians who had stopped playing once he entered, and nodded to let them know to keep playing, which they did to his satisfaction. As he was lying on the cushions, a soft breeze blew in from the outside, moving the white transparent drapes like ghosts dancing to the music. The duke closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep.
Awake now, Faustino heard his name being called, not by his wife, but rather his Imperial Mage. The white robes and the face mask with the blue cross did not show any sign of humanity, and Faustino would've certainly believed they were not human had he not lay with a Imperial Mage girl in his youth. "What is that you ask of me, Sir Nedim?" Sir Nedim, removed his mask, showing an old face clinging to his skull with a small beard, spotted white with age, and answered to his lord, "There is a messenger from the east, wishing to speak with you, and you only as he did not seemingly answer to the guards." Suspicious, Duke Faustino replied back to wise mage, "Bring him in, but not alone sir." Nedim put back his mask and nodded, walking towards the outside of the main entrance. In his place, two guards entered, clad in mail and chain, holding spears and a ragged man, covered in chain and mail, although severely burnt and ruined. "Speak good sir, why have you traveled this long way only for my presence?" The ragged man went on his, and began to grovel to the duke. "O My Lord! Please forgive us! I am Sir Rivan of the Western Watch of the city of Iskar! Earlier this day, a great beast attacked us, burning the city nigh to ash in a single noon! Our Lord Commander, sent me here to ask of you, in your greatness to assist us as our liege lord did nothing! I ask of thee O Great One, please take pity!"The room fell silent as the man spoke his tale. "A beast? By the beast to you mean dragon or another beast Sir Rivan?" The weary knight looked at him, with some hope in his eyes. "Yes! Yes, a dragon fell on us, that is why we have come here, O Great One!" "I offer my condolences, Sir Rivan" the duke said coldly, "But I am afraid I cannot do a thing as Iskar falls within another dukes' control. I can offer you this however." The duke stood up in one quick motion, heading down the steps of his throne," I shall call in mercenaries, monster hunters, whatever you may call them, but I shall assist you, Sir Rivan. You may stay here if you wish, or you may wish to go back to your Lord Commander and tell him of the news, either way I shall assist you in this threat." Sir Rivan could do nothing as tears began to stream down his face, before jumping up and exclaiming, "I-I shall tell Lord Commander then! O Great One, we will sing stories of you until the sun never rises again!" He bowed, before the guards who had taken him in escorted him out of the palace. "Call the guild, Lord Fulivo, tell them I wish for the best of the monster hunters." Lord Fulivo nodded before walking off. "Lets see what the best actually is however.", Duke Faustino Ozan Yorgos Carrara, Lord of Sybos and the Wide Plains of U'lkin, Slayer of the Red Demon, Layer of the Goddess, said to himself climbing up to his throne said to himself.
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