<b><span style="font-size: 18px"><div style="text-align: center">Chapter I<br/>
City of Heroes​</div></span></b><br/>Of all the mighty city-states and protectorate nations that make up Falador, Cynbel was by far the most mighty. Acres and acres of its spawling hills are covered in the boundless stone buildings, cocooned by high walls built to withstand the full brunt of any invasion force. It has been many centuries since a military force was strong enough or brazen enough to attempt to siege this mighty City, and hasn't been since the rule of the Dark King himself that the walls were breached.<br/><br/>Since that fateful day a full millennium ago the people of Cynbel have trained themselves constantly, ever vigilant in case of another attack. Though one from the outside may see this course of action as paranoid, to the Cynbelites it was the only way to live. Each family of the massive city has several members in different branches of the city militia, a nigh endless army of conscripts dedicated and bold, ready to lay down their lives for their city and their nation.<br/><br/>Though the sprawling metropolis is far from just a war-faring collection of minutemen. The city is prosperous and ever growing entire districts dedicate themselves wholly to trade and commerce, and though not as pious and devout as those of other city states of Falador, there is a lush and vibrant Temple District; each containing a home to a shrine of each of the Just Gods. On the crest of the tallest hill in Cynbel, sits a goliath castle, massive banners baring the 4-pointed star crest of Cynbel, traced with the grey and deep blue known to identify the Cynbel military. Within, the Clan Monte makes its home. King Gueire Monte, his Queen and 10 Daughters and Sons ruled over the city with devotion and righteous fire in his belly. The youngest of his sons, was the mischievous, yet prodigal Iron Prince, Cyephus.<br/><br/>Cyephus overlooked the city his father ruled, bored beyond his normal means. He stood clad in his signature iron plate, his blade strapped tight to his side as he stood on the elaborate balcony high up in the battlements. His desire to leave the castle was greater today than it ever was. Gueire was always protective of Cyephus as he was the youngest of his sons, and though he would never achieve the throne Gueire felt his young Iron Prince would make a lasting impact on the World. Cyephus did not see eye to eye with his father, yearning to escape from this drab metropolis and find the wonders the world held for him.<br/><br/>"Piere," Cyephus said to his servant and life-long friend. "I wish to enter the market today. Will you accompany me?"<br/><br/>Piere had truly no choice in the matter, he was bound to his Prince's word. Though despite the King's orders to keep Cyephus in the castle today, he knew that he could not stop the Prince and his desire to adventure through out the town. His only way to assure his Prince stay safe was to accompany him.<br/><br/>"Of course, Prince Monte." He said reluctantly "How could I not?"