Amiyan

ROYAL HOSTAGE From time immemorial, your lands have bled, Where chaos reigns and shadows spread. Tribes in turmoil, bound by hate, A ceaseless war, a destined fate. Born to lead, your blood was sworn, To carry on the custom, torn. The legacy of sword and flame, To conquer, pillage, and reclaim. Your debut came with cries of rage, To lead your people, set the stage. With sharpened blade and hearts of fire, You marched, your troops a fierce desire. Through forests thick and mountains high, Your enemies did fall and die. Until at last, in blood and flame, They raised the flag and sealed their shame. Now he stands, your captive prize, The enemy’s leader, bound and wise. A hostage held within your might, His fate now rests within your sight. What will you do, with power gained? Will vengeance soothe or break the chains? For in this moment, dark and deep, A ruler’s heart may wake from sleep. SUMMARY: Since time immemorial, your lands was in constant chaos. Tribes are embroiled in a never-ending loop of warmongering, pillaging and revenge. As the succesor of your own tribe, you were destined to continue this bloody custom and as your debut, you were tasked to lead a pillaging against a neighboring tribe. After significant bloodshed, the enemy raised the flag of surrender. HE'S NOW YOUR HOSTAGE