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-In commemoration of IoK's 1 year anniversary, and of the man whose actions and departure led to it's creation, Envii.-
~Exodus~
The first chapter of our newest story, brought to you by the Illusion of Knowledge RP group.
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Winds blew over the plains that surrounded the Kingdom of Valora. The tall grass waved furiously, as if telling the gods of the danger that lurked around them. The landscape was blank, bleak, and almost depressing in nature. The occasional tree or rock formation broke the uniformity of the plains, but neither was common. An overbearing silence hung over the area, telling of the lack of life here. This was the Outlands, a land warped by magic and filled with deadly monsters of myth. This close to the city walls, the landscape seemed normal, similar to something that would be common in the outskirts of the kingdom. Farther out, the terrain became just as twisted and deformed as the creatures that roamed it. During the day, this area seemed safe enough. But come night, and all manner of monstrosities roamed free.
Just a few thousand feet from the immense and sophisticated gates that led to the kingdom, was a large rock outcropping. The inside was mostly hollow, creating a small cave. And in the darkness of this cold shelter, was a boy and a makeshift campfire. Embers from the blaze floated about, looking like hundreds of busy fireflies. The young man, barely 18, blew onto the flames. When the fire had reached a steady pace, he stood and walked over to entrance of the cave. In the light of the sun, one could make out his features. He was short, with misty gray eyes and a full head of bleach blonde hair. His heavy coat flapped in the harsh wind as he surveyed the surroundings.
There'd be a few more hours before the sun fell below the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Perhaps 3 or 4, he reckoned. Today was his third day surviving outside of the kingdom. His knives were already stained in the blood of monsters and his hands were already burned from mistakes while using magic. His eyes drifted to the massive gates of the kingdom. This was the south gate. There was also west and east gates, but there were rarely used for any purpose. Any exiled prisoners left the kingdom from the south gate. It was symbolic mostly, for the capital of the kingdom lay in the north. Perhaps the king wished to be as far away as he could from those who were exiled.
With a tinge of anger in his eyes, the boy longingly gazed at the gates as they began to slowly rise. He watched from the backside of a boulder as they climbed higher and higher into the sky. In the distance, he could make out the uniform of the Regulators. They seemed to be escorting a prisoner out of the kingdom. Or was it two? It was hard to distinguish figures at this length. It mattered little, for the boy now knew he might be having guests soon. He cringed.