masha-uma sons of the divine
The white city of athran has a king known as truss the conqueror, who formed the colonies of the east and civilized the mighty hasansin armies the barbarian kosh. Well loved and held the respect of all of his people for providing an era of peace and economic growth to the known Arabic world of his people. He had 3 sons 2 twin brothers who he deemed as a sign from the gods not to rule and a younger son who he decreed the heir to his throne. The two brothers by tradition would guide him until he was of age. The brothers were names idragal and endragel the watchful. The youngest was called narsia. The family had also adopted a relative whose parents gave their life to protect the king from a sand raider hasansin attack. Their sacrifice was repaid by his kindness in raising their son who he renamed centaus. When idragel and endragel reached 30 and both narsia and centaus reached 19 it was the turn of the century that would see narsia be able to inherited the throne from his father. On narsia’s birthday there would be a gathering of nobles and an eastwide celebration of his coronation. The day of his coronation the citizens of athran crammed the streets to view the crowning of narsia. A group of 10 men escaped the strict boarder of the guard and mad a mad dash at the congregated royal family and drew poorly made bone daggers that were dull and broke 2 men were struck down but the guard and 8 remained. They tore through the grasp of the guards jamming their broken arsenal into any that stood ground in their path. After a couple of hero type royals had been stabbed and pushed aside the king now stood between the heir and the assassins. Raising his ceremonial scimitar he charged at the men. The blade tasted the blood of 4 men. As he struck he showed his combat prowess exempt from his age. During his attempt he was overrun and stabbed through the neck by which time the robbers had run out of time. They grabbed the ceremonial sword and ran. Two men met the ground as two archer’s arrows embedded their dull unprotected skin. One met the end of a spear. The one with the sword jumped out the Window of the building down 3 stories. After passing through the wooden board roof of small fruit shop.
Adventurers this is where you come in. The man crashes by your feet. Taken by hunger your lust for food had proven too much and having gotten to the end of your patience you took to stealing fruit from this very shop as a group. Much to your misfortune you now have in your possession a scimitar that is of great worth. With no knowledge of its worth and symbolic meaning you took the scimitar to pay for your now extravagant lifestyle. Later that day a mob of guards patrol the streets while you attempt to fence this precious item. Spotting the weapon they heard like cattle at you. Your position is made bleedingly clear…you’re not certain why but right now you got 2 options Run r die