Orasmyn is my name,
hear my name,
the binder of kingdoms,
united, for the betterment of all.
It's not without reason I am called a wanderer, for I, an Easterner, have and will travel far and frequently, breathe all the wonderous, fresh, stinky and rotten air. The beauty, the evils, and all between I seek to see, feel, touch and understand.
For what is a ruler who merely see our lives through tomes and colored glass? Is he wise and merciful, he who knows not hunger, he who does not see your pains and pleasures?
Hear my name,
for I will.
A Sentimental Value
We did not have much left of father, but among his things mother found a rusty flail in dire need of greasing. With a stern gaze she handed it to me slowly, there being a silent understanding between us, that it was not a an ornament…
Shortly after my arrival in town, I recognized a girl by the corner of a tavern. It was the very girl I noticed in a village far away on my way here. I had my excuse to chat up the fair girl, who seemed uninterested despite her previously attentive gaze on me. As she realized I was in a flirty mood, the time for secrets was gone and she blurted out that we are of kin and that she followed me here on a whim from that village, wanting of a new life. As to why I didn't know about her all these years, she explained that our father had her with a prostitute, and such a sister was not fit for a future king. We sat down in the tavern together, laughing and eager to strengthen our bonds, both relieved slightly of our rootlessness in these new lands.