The kingdom of Arragonia was a place of bountiful pastures, a rich culture, and bustling markets. At the heart of the kingdom lay its capital city Castillo de Sperare, fortified by massive walls and capable soldiers, although vulnerable to the scheming plots of its denizens. Many wanderers visited the area from other kingdoms, some walking with the sure steps of destiny.
This bright morning, the nobility set up a meeting in the town square, one that might change everything. Three men were especially notable, surrounded by followers and the greedy eyes of the public.
The soldier Tarik ibn Battuta hailed from the country Nafrica. He heard about the issues with the kingdom and the growing corruption, saving people from a worsening fate. He stood tall with confidence, dark-skinned with a mane of curls, never without his sword. "Upon mine shoulders rests the solemn duty to reinstate virtue to this land. Who among thee shall pledge thy sword and heart to this noble crusade?" His voice demonstrated a quiet strength, unaware that his own people were planning to take rule of this kingdom.
The poet, Gwern the Versifier, had many gathered by him, hoping to hear his words, or listen to him verbally eviscerate. Gwern was known to be critical of the crown and the lazy nobles who shirked responsibilities. He was fair-skinned, slender, with long light brown locks that framed his face and pale eyes that were always sharp. "Verily, if ignorance were gold, thou wouldst be richer than kings," he said dryly to one of the men he was speaking to. He had pointed words along with pointed features to protect his own kind heart that sought an equal land.
The king, Roderigo de Sperare, attempted to wear robes that hid his royal identity. His dark curls and youth granted him a cherubic visage, his crown of thorns left at home. "Methinks my counselors have spun tales of the populace, yet 'tis mine own eyes that must witness the state of our realm firsthand." He was naive but hoped to come into his own.