“The family of Aresh Hypias Vorotus (fourth of their name) was well known, the lords of the Green Vale, a great city of centaurs hidden in the lushness of the vale for which it was named. The city was well known for its trade, its weavers and crafters known across Faerun for their skill, as well as it’s warriors, brave and true to their city and its people.
The lords of the vale, led by Aresh Hypias Vortus (third of her name), were good and kind to their people, using the wisdom of their elders, druids that divined from the land and sky their futures and scholars that predicted the movements of the world around them and allowed the city to thrive with it. The children, the heirs of this great dynasty were raised to follow the same path, kindness, growth and tolerance.
It did not seem to affect the eldest of the new line, who preferred to spend their days doing very little besides grooming their sleek body and gossiping amongst the guards, planting seeds of distrust between them for their own enjoyment as they grew. They were lazy and could not be counted on for any royal duties, these were instead passed to their siblings, more suited to the ways of the crown. The eldest would complain of these duties being taken from them, as heir, as next in line for the throne, but would secretly smile at one less thing to burden their easy living.
Aresh Hypias Vorotus (fourth of their name), was indeed a bad seed, as the druids would sigh when their name was mentioned and court, and one that needed to be pruned. And it came to be so that the heir of the throne was sent away from the palace, to have their education now in the care of the great druids in the woods of the vale, far from luxury, far from ease and hopefully closer to a great understanding of empathy and their duties to their people.
the closest Aresh Hypias Vorotus (fourth of their name) came to that was a bitter complaint that even slaves could not be treated so harshly, when asked to carry water from the great wells to the tents of their new teachers.
The druids sighed at their charge but were determined to change their heir, if not for the sake of their kingdom but for the sake of their ears, having to listen to the eldest of the line whine about the dullness of their hooves and chaff stuck in their tail. The druids did their best and taught them the ways of pan, of how the live with the earth, to listen to it.
Aresh Hypias Vorotus (fourth of their name) seemed to listen to these lessons, but only thought of how such power could be used to their benefit. They grew greatly talented under the tutelage of the sages, though they were concerned at how their future ruler would use such gifts.
They had been with the druids for only a few months, learning their ways, when the news came.
An opposing party to the lords, ones who wished greater enterprise, a more war hungry kind for the people. The entirety of the royal line was killed, from oldest grandparent to the youngest foal of only a few years.
All but the crown heir, which the murderous party only realised a day after, having counted the bodies and finding it one short. And by that time, the druids had quickly packed a bag, given the heir a rough disguise and sent them on the road, far from the vale, to meet a ranger, a friend of the kingdom, who would help them work out what to do next.
Aresh Hypias Vorotus (fourth of their name) felt a great fear upon the news of their family’s end, a great and sickening lump in their stomach as they trotted (galloping would cause sweat and such and they may be a refugee now but they would not resort to mussing themselves for no good reason now) far from their homeland in the rough (and scratchy) cloak the druids had given them.
A great fear.
It would take them forever to build up another wardrobe as fine as the one they were leaving behind. A terribly long time.
Aresh Hypias Vorotus (fourth of their name) sighed as they looked up at the nights sky. Soon they would put things back to rights, and pity be to those who forced them from their title, their rightful place in the world. Pity be to those who forced them to wear… burlap.”
A random roll commission for @spacey-kate . I had to give this royal nit a hundred names with the whole thoroughbred horse thing, i had to.
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