Part I - A Dynasty Faded
No one knows where he goes. Some of the older gentry of the marketplace
seem to agree that he is getting into trouble somewhere. "Not
the acts of a future hymarian," they say. He should be learning
the protocol of a prymarian of the Atracian Dynasty. So that,
when it comes time for him to rule, he can continue the tradition
established by his hymarian father, Xylanthees the Great, and
rule all of Atracia to another twenty cycles of peace. However,
the banter about Kreelos is short-lived, as people dont
resort to petty gossip for too long. Still, no one is quite sure
where young Kreelos goes.
Kreelos Urandees has always been the pride of his father. Ten
cycles in age with strong roots of upbringing and good looks.
An above-average build and height make him the envy of all his
peers. His hair is brown and unruly, the sign of a boy on the
run, unwilling to sit still. His clothes are simple, yet practical
very improper for the dress of a prymarian. He considers
himself different than others with his destiny line a young
man with his own set of morals and ethics very different from
his father. He very much wants to be like him, but in a different
way. He thinks one should never be satisfied with possessions
or accomplishments. His father discourages this philosophy insisting
the dynasty's conservative approach is best. War hasnt been
seen in these parts cycles, but his father insists they should
be ready in any event.
Kreelos loves his father dearly, but hates the dignified protocol
that is forced upon him the lavish dress, the numerous
royal functions, and the time-honored ceremonies that seem to
creep up at every turn. To him, these things show a careless apathy
to who or whatever may lie around them waiting for a chance to
reap the benefits of their prosperity. It may seem somewhat paranoid,
but Kreelos feels it necessary. He constantly grapples with the
fact that there could be remote dynasties eyeing Atracia as their
next accolade. Jealousy stirs unrest. Somedey the journeys of
these peoples could bring them to Atracia. Aside from his father
philosophy, he loves him and his mother very much todey
he is out to make that clear.
A varam from the wind port of Jalrain, a morning's walk from
Cragenheim Palace, Kreelos sits among a crowded area of vines,
trees, and thicket. His face shows that of contemplation, while
the path of his vision suggests the dreams of a far-off place
This dey, he has been up in the hills for far longer than usual.
Dark clouds creep over the mountain range of Stormcrest. He has
to be careful; the rains in this region have strange and sometimes
mysterious properties. Still, the sun remains warm upon his eyelids,
coaxing him to stay.