In the land of Conclavia, there was once a Great War. Thousands were killed or enslaved by the dark powers and forces of Putyr, the most evil ruler to ever exist in the Outlands. Leading an army that stood 10 million strong, he threatened to overwhelm the realm and conquer all, putting himself on the throne to rule with an iron fist that would see no innocent being live for very long. Fortunately, the citadels of Simica, Azor and Selenar formed an unlikely alliance, setting their petty squabbles behind them, uniting into one force. They drove back the hordes of Putyr, losing many of their bravest and best men in the process. The land was ravaged, dark magics met with light and twisted the landscape, rendering entire regions uninhabitable due to residual energies and dark beings that were created.
Peace was eventually brought back to the land of Conclavia, but the cost was high and even now, the Citadels are struggling to replenish their ranks and restore their lands to their former glory. Many believe that Putyr was vanquished in the final battle that saw his army broken and driven back to the dark realm that they marched from, but little do they know that he is plotting his vengeance on those that beat him, he plans to one day bring his armies back into the world with a ferocity that cannot be stopped.
The sun was shining down on the Citadel of Azor and people were bustling about their business like bees in a colony, working hard to bring the latest building up to the standards that the Royal Court came to expect from their subjects. Jarvan, a young peasant in the employ of one of the contractors was not at his post. He was out in the forest on the outskirts, climbing up and jumping from tree to tree, enjoying the peace and quiet that was broken occasionally by a passing bird. He wasn't particularly happy with the fact that he was supposed to be helping with the construction work, but it couldn't be helped, the realm had taken a beating many years ago and they were still working on bringing the Citadel back up to its former glory. Jarvan however was a bit of a rebel and didn't enjoy the work, he wanted to be free to travel and become a rich and famous warrior, battling monsters from the dark realms, making a name for himself. He didn't want to be a peasant forever.
He was adept at sword fighting, mostly because he had been in scrapes with the guards often enough to pick up one or two moves when he stole their weapons. But he needed more training so that he could become a truly fierce warrior. Standing at 6ft and being of the muscular persuasion, he was the correct proportions to be a warrior or even a guard, but he never quite made the cut when he applied, always getting sent back to the peasant quarters "where he belonged" as he was often told. The guards were never nice to him and his boss was a real dragon, often beating Jarvan if he didn't work fast enough, even though he was one of the hardest working in the firm.
"JARVAN FANGORN, GET YOUR BEHIND DOWN HERE NOW!!!"
Jarvan stopped dead in his tracks, it was the booming voice of the foreman, his boss. He was in deep trouble now, no doubt someone had told the boss man where he would find the young lad, and now he was going to get a lashing and no doubt would have to work through the night as punishment as well. Clambering down from his tree, Jarvan ran to where the foreman stood at the forest entrance. Stopping short in front of the towering man, who stood over him by almost a foot, he cowered and shook with fear
He didn't dare speak out of turn or try to explain himself as he knew it would only make the situation far worse for himself.
"GET YOUR LAZY BACKSIDE BACK TO THAT SITE AND WORK ON THAT DAMN TOWER BEFORE I LOSE MY TEMPER AND BEAT YOU TO WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE"
Jarvan wondered what was going on, normally he would have been beaten as soon as he stepped into the line of sight, but being told to get back to the site was completely new
"Ye.....yes sir......right away sir"
He side stepped the giant and ran as fast as he could back to the tower site, he took up his usual position and started working as fast as he dared, not wanting to make costly mistakes of course. He heard the foreman come up behind him and he knew that he had gotten off far too lightly in the forest clearing for his own good. He felt a massive hand on the back of his neck before he could turn around. All he remembers after that is waking up back in his home, with his mother and father arguing over what they would do now. It turned out that Jarvan had been beaten senseless as an example to all the other workers and then fired. He wondered how the hell he was going to make up for this and what would happen if he couldn't help support the family. They were poor enough to begin with without this added complication. Maybe he would have to go back to stealing.
Trying to sit up, he soon fell back down on his rough bed as his body protested mightily, sending waves of nausea coursing through him. His head felt like it was on fire and he almost blacked out again. He decided that just lying there and staying quiet for the time being would be the best idea. He could figure some sort of plan out while he stayed still. He always had plans, some of them elaborate and some of them straight forward, but one thing they all had in common was the fact that they caused more trouble than they helped. He would have to really take his time with this one.