A Subtle Return To A Plagued Land.

[Thu'um 530]

Upon the midst a of deep fog, a large grandiose ship docked in the harbor located off the shores of Norjun. A humble, yet stingy individual stepped off the ship with caution and haste, calculating each step and maneuver he made with the slightest adjustment. Trivane Vallark stepped off of the old Sarun Flagship, observing the calm and midnight skies. He gently reached into his satchel and removed a piece of bread, consuming it rapidly.

“Tis' has been a long time since I have docked within the quaint shores of Norjun. Aerios shall receive word of my return promptly. I've received several birds disclosing my whereabouts and I shall answer them at will.”

Trivane proceeded to walk back upon his flagship to retrieve his belongings before he would depart back off into the Duchy, ensuring he would be equipped for whatever dangers lurk ahead. He began to whistle faintly, calling his carrier pidgeon to perform a task for him.

“Dalvein! Come here boy! Take this parchment to Aerios, if you happen to have remembered what he smells like. He needs to know I have returned. Ensure he receives it, it is a very important message entailed.”

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An elven week later, Trivane would arrive in the ruins of Sarun discovering that it had been demolished.

“I'm not surprised. Aerios must not have commenced the build projects for Sarun, it is essentially assimilated to what it once was, a mere image of what it could have been. The amount of inequities that have plagued this land since my departure is substantial. Oppression has crept upon the land, intending to remove those who are believed to be a mere figurehead from their throne. What shall I do to end the oppression? I must alert my brother of this. It may only be I who shall be able to truly end the reign of abnormalities that have resulted from my brother's reign... Oh the calamity... disparity... it must end. ”

He began to travel to each location, seeking out where all the residents were residing. It was then that he came to Ursakar, discovering new people and people he had never seen before. They were unknown to him. Having noticed his brother stationed upon in a large structure, perhaps a castle like building, he approached the building quickly, observing who was inside.

“Aerios, are you there?”

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*Aerios looks up from his conversation with two architects and rushes over to Trivane, hugging him quickly and speaking.*

"Brother! Where have you been?! I have sent search partys, but alas, they came to no avail. Anyways, you are here now. Things are finally on the right path. Sarun was just demolished and I have a team of well trained and payed architects designing a most wonderful Grata. The 'rebellion' sparked by the peasant traitor Baldur, who didn't even live here, was swiftly ended. My vassals were simply brainwashed to believe other then the truth and are soon to reearn their past titles and status. Norjun's power growing and His Imperial Majesty will be most pleased. Soon Grata shall be built atop the now droughtless land, once fruitless sands but now bountiful fields of green. Brother, you have missed so much."

*He smiles, catching his breath from the myriad of words just spoken.*