- One note before introducing the story. There are no rules as to what sort of characters are used, what abilities or attributes you would like to incorporate, or actions that you wish act upon during the story. The only rule is that you please do not god-mod or try to deviate from the scenario that you have locked yourselves into. If an idea is presented, please see it through to the end. Please feel free to place yourselves into any of the ruling houses and use anything you please as your "Ruling Symbol". That will all be explained in the introduction.<br/><br/><br/>Introduction: In the lush, bountiful regions of Messis, eight ruling houses kept careful watch over the peace and tranquility that had been painstakingly established several decades ago. The warring state had nearly wiped out not only the people who fought, but also the lands they were fighting for. Seeing as it had to end somehow, one last summit was called and a compromise was finally found. Eight ruling houses would be established with the commanders as the head of house, the land shared between the eight of them equally and maintained so long as their lineage was upheld. So far the system worked flawlessly, with exceptions to one detail.<br/><br/>Of the multitude of species that came together, the least desirable and most detested had always been the humans. As one of the main instigators of the war to begin with, they were never allowed to live it down, even as relationships only continued to grow and expand interspecially. The house of Vivus had just recently lost its Lord and Lady for reasons unspoken or unobserved, passing on the Ruling Rights to their only daughter. She had become a recluse, dismissing her servants and falling into a complete state of disarray. She had even stopped going to the Councils held between the eight houses.<br/><br/>The only things that Elizabeth Vivus made a habit of doing in the days of late was going to the market to get a weekly supply of food. She would never dress elegantly, always keep her hood up, and carried her Ruling Rights with her at all times. Hers took the form of a tome marked with her family crest. The Ruling Rights was a symbol of the power they held and a sign of good faith that power such as this could be held between all sentient lie, no matter what their differences were. Of course, Elizabeth saw this as nothing more as her last line of defense if she had another run in with the ruling houses or their servants again.<br/><br/>She returned to her home, stepping through the open doorway and over the door which were falling off of their hinges. Glass cracked and crumbled beneath her feet, dust coated every surface where cobwebs didn't. She made her way up to her room, the only well maintained thing in the house, after depositing the food in her kitchen. There was to be another summit today. Just another letter on top of the mountainous pile of people who couldn't reach her.