Prince Kaleb: A prince who always relies on others for nearly everything. Your dirty blonde hair is swept back just above your emerald eyes, you have a sturdy build and you're master sword fighter. Your ego is too high for your own good.
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Revision as of 23:46, 13 October 2013
You let your head rest in your hands as your Father continues his instructions. "You will project yourself as a traveler from Delomine that has finished his work and chose to settle down in the wonderful Kingdom of Coralia. From hence forth you will decide on a wonderful lady of the town, she must— Kaleb this is the key to our survival. Do you understand? Kaleb. Kaleb? Kaleb!" You hear the annoyance in his voice, "Yes Father. I understand." you say without another moment of hesitation.
"Good, good. As I was saying, she must be loved by the people, she must be kind, she must be self-reliant, she must have a good vibe about her. You do understand that she is the only way to save this Kingdom. The rebel count is rising drastically. Our defenses are being ambushed, all is at stake! All of this can be stopped by you and her."
You feel your heart racing at the last line, you knew this moment was to come, but not in the spot of marriage. An unexpected shiver runs down your body, "All further detail will be written down for you. Servants have prepared a bag of things you will need. You will leave in the morning. Goodbye son."
You release the breathe you forgot you were holding, "Father, I can't live out there! I can't be common folk! I am the Prince I deserve to be in this castle, you can't send me out! I am the Prince—"
"And I am King!" You shrink in your seat at the booming voice your Father released. I can't do this. his footsteps stop abruptly and his words came, "And son, if you don't this, don't bother coming back. You are no son of mine if you fail."
You feel lost and don't know what to but go to your room.
Laying on your bed you feel as though all hope is gone. Sleep comes before you realize.
You wake up with a jolt and see the stars. Still groggy from sleep you try to stand.
The last thing you see is the palace carriage driving away, leaving you with a small backpack, sword and sheathe, and a money pouch. Now what?
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Night clothes, Sword |
| Stamina | 80 | |
| Mood | Nervous | Inventory:
Spare clothes, Small food supply |
| Stachel | 10G, 15S, 65C | |
