You are a creature among the kingdom of Scyillya, a fantastical land in which the cities bustle in brilliance and wealth. The only twist to this overwhelming kingdom is the might of the Inquisitor and his unruly army, in which any sort of threat to their rule is oppressed and eliminated. The Inquisitor began his rule in the year 1583 AD, and obtained such rule by the might of his army. When the inquisition came upon the kingdom, many had no choice but to obey their commands and be forced into a life of servitude. Now, only a few decades later in the year of 1614 AD, the majority of the population has been completely brainwashed in believing that what the inquisitor says is law.<br/><br/>Among the few, you and your group of mystical misfit friends are thrown in a constant fight to bring down the inquisitor's rule and restore the old way of life. There are many types of creatures in this group ranging from the smallest of fairies, to the largest of giants, each with their own abilities and roles in the cause for which they fight for. Your leader, Asterian, is a dragon that has gone through great lengths to assist in the fight against the inquisitor, starting the rebellious army two decades after the invasion of the inquisition.<br/><br/>*************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/><br/>The rebellion had just begun two decades ago, founded by Asterian, a dragon that once returned from a trip in which he had trained for two years, came to find that his family was slaughtered for the simple purpose of monetary value. He began going on a rampage, flying over the city of Scyillya and doing what he could with his efforts to bring down the inquisition to no avail.<br/><br/>The time is now, two decades later, he lives in mystery, silence, and solitude from the forces that he once furociously attacked on a day by day basis. Him, along with his small force of creatures have been at work devising a large plan to make a final blow towards the inquisition that rules over Scyillya and release the kingdom from their overwhelming control.<br/><br/>Asterian sits at a nearby pottery shop at the corner of Parius' crossing, observing a fight between a beggar and a thief over a piece of bread that had been left laying on the ground for several  hours and had developed into staleness.<br/><br/>He stands and approaches the two, holding a small sack of biscuits. He states in a deeply toned voice to the two, "Would you stop this insolent chatter over such an insignificant piece of bread."<br/><br/>The two snarled at him as if he had activated their primal instinct of self defence.<br/><br/>Asterian slowly shakes his head and looks at the two with a dicerning face of pity, "I would assume neither of you would want to have some of these biscuits would you?" he says, holding open the small sack.<br/><br/>The two immediately perk up and approach Asterian in a manor of regret and both ask, "may we have a biscuit to share between the two of us?"<br/><br/>Asterian smiles brightly, "of course!", he chuckles and hands them both a biscuit before walking off.<br/><br/>Asterian walks into a building built with redbrick and thick layers of mortar that had been poorly laid atop each brick. the windows too were poorly socketed to the building and left crooked. When inside, one might observe that the walls had holes in them, from which you could see the neighboring rooms and privacy was quite a rarity. The doors were only sheets of fine fabric laid upon the wall to cover the doorway, and the curtains were non-existent.<br/><br/>Asterian entered his room, located in the basement of the building, and a flat wall of rock rose behind him, sealing the doorway. The basement was in much better shape than the rest of the building, having flat walls and natural light pooring in the stained glass windows that opened up through the bottom of the outside walls of the building. The building never seemed to have running water at any point of the day, however there would be rare occasions to which you would be able to get maybe a pint or two from the faucets on the walls to which there is no sink underneath.<br/><br/>There, he waited for the arrival of his scouts that were sent out several hours ago and were expected to return within the hour.