<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Thadeus had heard the rumors that filtered throughout the kingdom, though his community lived outside of the walls and didn't have a system of currency. Everyone did their duties and took what they needed and if there was excess, it was divivded evenly throughout the small village. Men and boys farmed, hunted, gathered as well as building and community management. The women made clothing, cooked, harvested, and took care of the children and elderly. With thay in mind, there were exceptions depending on situations but that was the typical route of life.<br/>
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They weren't involved with the choas of the kingdom but they knew the uprising was coming soon. The traders always complained about the taxes and the poverty level steadily increasing, the rich becoming poorer and the poor becoming homeless... It was a vicious cycle that only worsened with the new King's dumb decisions that only contained pulses of good in them. Thadeus felt sorry for the king and queen a little, but at the same time if they had educated themselves more on the lives and welfare of the people, the royal family probably wouldn't have been in this situation.<br/>
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Thad was a fairly handsome man, aging at about 28 years and containing a nice build and height. He stood at 6'3" and muscles layered his bones beneath the skin, toned with the flesh stretched tight over it and veins visible, bulding from his arms. Clearly, the farming, training, and eating well paid off pretty evenly. A tattered, woven tshirt clung to his frame, weathered shorts hanging at his waist. It wasn't much clothing but they didn't exactly live well off enough to get silk or suade.<br/>
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The large man wiped sweat from his forehead, dark brown hair sticking to the skin and the salty liquid that perspired from him coaxing his shirt to stick to his back as well. It took a lot of his strength to get the axe to fully bite through the logs they tore down to make them into firewood for the cooking for lunch and dinner. Other men had gone to hunt, hoping for deer or rabbit by now. The clopping of horse hooves struck his ears after several minutes of the chopping, straightening as the noise grew louder. <br/>
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Soon, a cart came into view, blurred by the trees that shattered the look upon the path that they took. There were a few of these carts, the horses pounding on ward and down the dirt road to the nearby house that Thad believed had been empty. Curiosity stuck with him, sticking the axe in the stump and hurrying to retrieve a knife made of bone, etched with his family's initials. His feet thudded heavily against the soft grass and into the forest, tracing the sounds until the house came into view.<br/>
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He crouched behind a large trunk, watching as the royal family, one by one, filed from the carriages, eyes widening some. They must have removed themselves from the uprising situation, leaving the Kingdom to perish. With a sigh, he crept closer, feet crunching a few leaves and twogs which caused him to freeze, breath getting held in his lungs.</span></span>