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I was nine when my parents, my brother, and I set sail to Couresent from Reilin. We were sailing for trade and new opportunities in the newly discovered continent. We sailed smoothly for a few weeks of the month-long journey, but unfortunately a storm hit us. A bad one. Our ship was sunk near the shore of couresent. Just far enough out to not be seen but close enough to swim there without starving to death. My parents and brother drowned while I swam to the shore.
I arrived on land at nightfall, a lone monk, who I would later know as Zazz, was walking the beach. He saw me, soaking wet and starving. He took me in. He led me to a monastery where I grew up. It was a noble and yet humble upbringing.
The monks formed a council of rulers for Couresent. I was brought up to be one of these rulers. Zazz was the sole heir of a noble family and took me to be his heir, making me in the line of succession for this family.
The teachings of the Jebadie promise prosperity and safety for our land despite failed rebellions against the long since invading nations that surround our land. They say help is coming, I don’t think it is. I think our Couresent is doomed to be taken over.
I will reluctantly help these heroes, if they come. Zazz says they will arrive soon, I await their arrival to our dying land.