July 22nd 1838, Zarathustra Temple
1 Year Before The Revolution
It was early afternoon in the Fëdeingtin uplands of Lessau where the sun was blazing just over a large temple, as a man the future King of Lessau Nestford the first was raised out of the sacred holy waters. The 6 Original tribes of Lessau sat outside the Temple awaiting the man that would lead them to victory, after several minutes of waiting for his arrival the sound of Trumpets, Drums, flutes and a host of other instruments started to play as the King walked out in his full armor.
The crowd started to chant and shout ”Long Live Nestford” as he walked down the aisle looking at all the people that supported his righteous cause to remove the Morstaybish Empire from their land. The Temple was the birthplace of both Lessau Religion and its Warriors, the case would be true for the future king who had been preparing his entire 27 years for this moment. As he walked to the stand to speak to his people he rubbed two black Stripes over his beard and under his eyes.
”We must end the battle before it has begun, Strike like Eagle does… No Mercy… No Fear.” He paused looking out at the crowd full of women and children, warriors and Guards all together as one could only bring a grin to his face. “Today is the start of a long battle, but together as one nation under God’s righteous eye we will drive them out!” With the sway of his hand firmly gripping his sword, he raised it in the air to the shouting and chanting of a proud group of people that wanted their home back.
Nestford walked off the podium grabbing his gear and loading onto a horse, he would then proceed to walk around the crowd picking out a select group of men young and fit to be his right hands. After a few minutes, the 10 he picked was given tell sundown to be ready to leave with him to the lowlands, he himself needed to tell his wife that he was to be leaving soon it was unfit of a King to leave his Queen worrying of their whereabouts. Nestford walked back to his horse climbing on top before turning around ”Where the sunlight falls upon our Crystal Skies and the Temple of Kidub aligns with our sister planet is when we shall meet men” he went on to say to the boys who all simply nodded in agreement as they watched him ride off into the forest.
2 hours before Sunset, Bon Uvier Castle, Fëdeingtin uplands
”I shall be heading off on a Spy Raid along the coastal plains, I shall return in 3 weeks time, my love,” Nestford said reaching in for a kiss on his wife Margaret only to be rejected.
”Do you have to go on this mission, What purpose does it serve to show the Skanks the rightful king can fight! That’s what we have soldiers for come and stay what good is the king dead” she replied back trying to insist for him to stay rubbing his chest as he was buttoning it up.
”What has come to you my Lady now you speak as if you wish to have peace with them, hath you come with a fever my love or a witch come and taking your guts. That is what we have a Queen for is that not what you signed up for to rule this land with me!” Nestford yelled back at her baffled as to why she seemed to have a change of heart. ”It is the rightful place for a king to be alongside his men! To show that he cares about his country as much as they do!! I will not bow a single knee to that scum of a man Lambertus!”
Margaret stared at the now furious Nestford shaking her head, ”Well I guess I will have to leave this Kingdom” she replied in a sassy tone hoping he would cave in only to be disappointed.
”That is your right you can leave, that doesn’t stop me from doing my duty to the people,” Nestford said ending the conversation and walking out the room down the stairs and outside to his horse. He pulled out his revolver checking the balls before closing it back up and fixing his coat, ”There’s no turning back now” he thought to himself before he took off on his horse.