My family, the Edelweisses, were historically known as record-keepers for Kjerag. Kjerag until recently has been governed by the Tri-Clan council, made up of the clans of Silverash, Browntail, and Paleroche, and further governed by the assistance of the Saintess and the Great Elder. Thus, it fell to the Edelweisses to keep the history in check as something of a neutral faction. Eventually, the Edelweisses and Silverashes began to work closely together, which is how I met Enciodes. We were children, but most of our studies were done together at his estate. He is a noble's son, and I'm simply the son of historians, but we got along well all the same.
With that being said, the three clans are well-respected families in Kjerag. To slight one of them as a minor family is to bring shame to the family name for the rest of time, or at the very least, until the nation as a whole forgets and moves on several generations later. This all leads me to my next point: One night, the matriarch and patriarch of the Silverashes were murdered, and the blame fell onto the shoulders of my parents. I'm not sure how or why other than blatant conspiracy, but the rest of Kjerag didn't want to hear it. We were ostracized and forced to flee the country.
[So, you know, off to a great start.]
That was well over twenty years ago. Luckily for me, Enciodes did not buy into the allegations that my parents were responsible for offing his. As I moved to Victoria, he soon followed, and as we grew up there, he began to devise a plan for how to — in layman's terms — improve Kjerag's economy, infrastructure, and revise the closed-borders policy, as well as make the people rely less on the Tri-Clan Council and more on the Saintess for a ruler.
[He pauses there to take a breath. Enjoy that tragic tale—]
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My family, the Edelweisses, were historically known as record-keepers for Kjerag. Kjerag until recently has been governed by the Tri-Clan council, made up of the clans of Silverash, Browntail, and Paleroche, and further governed by the assistance of the Saintess and the Great Elder. Thus, it fell to the Edelweisses to keep the history in check as something of a neutral faction. Eventually, the Edelweisses and Silverashes began to work closely together, which is how I met Enciodes. We were children, but most of our studies were done together at his estate. He is a noble's son, and I'm simply the son of historians, but we got along well all the same.
With that being said, the three clans are well-respected families in Kjerag. To slight one of them as a minor family is to bring shame to the family name for the rest of time, or at the very least, until the nation as a whole forgets and moves on several generations later. This all leads me to my next point: One night, the matriarch and patriarch of the Silverashes were murdered, and the blame fell onto the shoulders of my parents. I'm not sure how or why other than blatant conspiracy, but the rest of Kjerag didn't want to hear it. We were ostracized and forced to flee the country.
[So, you know, off to a great start.]
That was well over twenty years ago. Luckily for me, Enciodes did not buy into the allegations that my parents were responsible for offing his. As I moved to Victoria, he soon followed, and as we grew up there, he began to devise a plan for how to — in layman's terms — improve Kjerag's economy, infrastructure, and revise the closed-borders policy, as well as make the people rely less on the Tri-Clan Council and more on the Saintess for a ruler.
[He pauses there to take a breath. Enjoy that tragic tale—]