Two
house holds both alike in dignity in fair Revenland where they lived, a pair of
children would change the way the world would turn and how fate would no longer
decided what happened or did not happen to them.
The
Terrmains bore three sons, Tibeus the oldest, Sirus the middle, and Jerry their
youngest. Tibeus had left home at the age of twenty-one after he had gone against
his fathers wishes about the mines that lied near the Spider
The
Onyx’s bore two children, twins. A son named Pallaton and a daughter named
Prytariel. They had moved to Revenland from Loc Navari, after battles and
endless wars seemed to make it unsafe to raise a family as well as the jewel
crafting business. During the long voyage across the sea their son was thrown
over board. They had tried to save him but the waves took him further away, as
he vanished form sight they could only assume he was dead. So with their only
child in arm they made a promise to forget he existed by calling Prytareil by
her middle name Lilly, as well as never mention her brother’s name again.
However the young girl could never break the feeling that her brother was out
there and would do what she could to make her parents happy.
In days before they passed their times in the taverns of Revenland, this pair could only be seen causing havoc for their families. Prytareil met Sirus when they were very young. It could be seen in the twinkle of both their eyes, that a bond and friendship was born. Some would say it was the first time he made her eat that worm or perhaps the day she forced him to ride the wild pig. Ether way these two knew how to find trouble and trouble was more than happy to find them. Their parents seemed fine with the idea of them being friends due to the fact both seemed to be only children, and Pry's parents saw Sirus as a way for her to cope with the loss of her brother. Both grew up attached at the hip. Where one would go the other followed, if a farm was on fire, well it was possible they would be to blame but only if you could find the proof. It wasn't until Pry's four-tenth birthday that her mother began to insist she stop her running about, due to the fact that Sirus had found his fathers shears and cut off one of her pigtails then selling the hair to a bald man for ten gold. Of course she would get him back by stealing all his clothes and setting them to blaze. Both families seemed at a dead end.
Now they are quite independent running through the lands find treasure and those who fall victim to their whims. Some would say there is more to this pair than a simple friendship, but if you happen to ask them a dagger to your throat may come and the words of “wouldn’t you like to know" may be uttered. Never has a land seen such a team, where they would lie to Zod himself if they knew they could get away with it. So watch your purse and watch your home. Beware when you walk the forest alone. Keep your doors locked and all you hold dear near, for when these two are out. Hell has nothing on them, and the land is merely their playground.
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