Breezi
Purah Brainrot
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2020
- Location
- The darkest regions of your mind
It was dragon season in Sakata. One could say it is always dragon season, with the winged reptiles being the ruling class, the beings that get to appoint the potential rulers and raise them but that would be an oversimplification. The dragons had great political control but dragons are famously complacent beings. They would go into their slumber and in their infinite wisdom not realize that their servants live only a fraction of their lifetimes. A nap could very well be a century. Now, was the time where dragons were active and not sitting on their thrones waiting to be praised by someone. The dragons were noble beings for sure, but nobility also tends to lead to blindness.
This often meant the other nobility was put in charge in place of dragon-appointed officials, which could be seen as a double-edged sword. On the one hand, the people got to decide who would be their rulers. On the other, the noble classes did everything they could to prevent it. One might think it might be right to just let the dragons choose the leaders. They had the power to enforce their rule at least.
Dragon politics were not something that Juniko was fond of. Being pawns of the great dragons sounds flattering at first, if by flattering you mean “living in constant fear of being eaten.” Sure, that was only recorded in Daktael clan but the fact that happens, to begin with, is a problem. You don’t contribute to the hunt and you become the dragon’s meal. Still, there was a level of respect she had for them. For all their shortcomings, the dragons made sure that no one clan had more power than the others. They each get to choose a leader.
Juniko was an elven woman, seemingly youthful in age but one could never be so sure with elves. She had neck length black hair that was never done quite as well as tradition dictated, blowing as freely as she wanted. It could not hide her long ears that came to a point. Her skin was darkened by an active life, rare for a member of the nobility and even rarer then for an elf. Bright green eyes denoted that she had elven heritage as the humans of the area had mostly dark eyes. She was wearing the traditional Towabaran robes...just with the arm sections ripped, revealing her muscular arms. This was not the path chosen for her by her family but she did not care much about what they had to say. She trained in the way of the fist, learning from the great Tachira monks, though not partaking in all of their doctrines.
This is why she got on the cart to leave the Sakata Dynasty. To live her own life on the quest to the Outer Realms.
The Outer Realms were the name given to the region just recently discovered by Elfengard, it was a months-journey from their port. And yet, the kingdom of Elfengard laid no claim to the land, not wishing to conquer the land. Elfengard was a warrior kingdom but yet, it was also not one of war At least the queen believed it was not worth it. One of her nobles, however, thought differently about the kingdom. Tryphaina Brightfellow, the oddest name for a tiefling woman. She was the lady of the town Ulvenheim. The land of the wolves. Werewolves being known there but they were noble creatures. She had to leave Elfengard just to find recruits for her party. She was the only person leading a party for Elfengard, something that she had great pride in. And there she was sitting in the cart with Juniko.
She had tried to start some small talk and yet...nothing came of it. The monk saw herself as not willing to listen to the smooth words of a politician and instead stay meditating. Though honestly, it was not meditation as much as it was her doing her best not to send her fist through the wooden cart. She had no patience for such things, and she wasn't a very good monk. So, her best bet was to ignore what was going on and instead keep her mind off of the nagging. It was several days of this, it got to the point where Tryphaina even wondered if she spoke the same language as her. She did. She just didn't want to hear whatever she had to say. They were heading for the desert kingdom, Akmonera.
Akmonera was interesting. Ruled by the oldest scholars in the land, it was both a land of great progress and bitter conservatism. New technologies and machines were found every day and yet there was also a fear of anyone that was not from there. You could find their wonderous steam-powered automatons and carts that pulled themselves alongside an old man screaming that society has lost its way and that tradition must be followed. Not much different from home, one might suppose. And fear of non-humans that were not elves and not all elves were allowed there. Only the high elves, of course, the other varieties were seen as varying levels of hicks.
Here the cart stopped, stopped and checked by guards at the gates to find people interested in their little quest...