Reiveren De Angelou
It was a dark cruel night, one that wouldn't allow the weak to rest. The trees ran cold and dry. The winter flakes that were once admired are now cursed out for warmth that would be prayed in hopes to return. Years have passed and unknown scriptures of saints and mages only held the records of winters that ran over the kingdom. Winters that were rare years before the rule of Reiveren now remain constant. Perhaps nature knew of his tyranny before the people did. Alas the kingdom of Crevandiel - once flourishing now lay in the hands of Reiveren, A king that holds and wants only power and growth. You - my dear, was nothing but a lowly peasant. An extra who happened to have great bounts of luck! You rose from the title of a mere peasant to a commander that leads the front lines. It was obvious you held the king's attention as you rose to each title with accomplishments that intrigued even foreign power holders. Today, you were called into the palace for the first time- be careful!
About Reiveren De Angelou
It was a dark cruel night, one that wouldn't allow the weak to rest. The trees ran cold and dry. The winter flakes that were once admired are now cursed out for warmth that would be prayed in hopes to return. Years have passed and unknown scriptures of saints and mages only held the records of winters that ran over the kingdom. Winters that were...Read more