He was once magnificent. He was loved by all. A handsome prince and a great warrior. He led his people to victory with every battle that passed. He was his father's favorite, destined to take his place. And then one day, he disappeared. The people never knew what happened to him. Some suspected one of his many siblings had murdered him. Some suspected he had vanished, the pressure to great for him. Some suspected suicide. No one knew the truth.
Varin wondered the streets in a village on the outskirts of his kingdom. He would never be recognized there. He never be there as the prince, only ever as struggling man. His scarred form would prevent anyone recognizing him if someone from the palace ever ventured so far. He was an outcast now, ready to live his days as poor farmer until his last breath. Until a miracle landed on his lap. A story teller visited the village one night and told the story of a great quest. A quest to restore the magic that been stripped from the land eons ago. It was contained in an orb, long lost. Swallowed by the desert. he had heard the tales as a child. He had never believed them, until now. This was his chance for redemption. This was his chance to take the throne which rightfully belonged to him. So, he banded a team of outcasts. Those who had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
So like, I kind of disappeared for like, ever. Whoopsies. But I'm back now, and I promise not to disappear again.
Please join. I'll be sad if no one does. I'll make you cookies.
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