The Dead Man's Hand

there was a island off the coast of Salva known as Purtain it was a grand kingdom that had many lords and trade it was a sea faring kingdom that held many a great man of standard, it was said that if a lady where to walk all day around this kingdom with low to no clothes no man would touch her in fear of the loss of life.

this kingdom had a legend of a little bird called the Phansesis, this bird would wait for dragons to take their place within a mountain before attacking it's 100 times bigger foe, it would make any dragon flee leaving their eggs for the bird to eat. This legend was the vary reason Lord Kithlac had named his son Phansesis in hopes of raising a strong and capable fighter who would make the Phoenix name proud, this did happen but not in the way his father wanted.

upon the birth of this child his spirit was strong so strong as to have killed his mother in the birth and thus starting the hatred of his own father.

Phansesis was raised in his father's care out on a country providence that was given to Kithlac when he became a Lord, there he taught Phansesis swordfighting, hunting, horseback riding, and a great manny other skills that ended up making his dad more and more sour towards his son as they went along.

Phansesis questioned all the basics and principles of everything he learned and would modify it according to how he was this made his dad angry and by age 12 Phansesis was declared a disgrace and banned form seeing his father unless summoned.

Our story begins on this soon to be Hero on a cool summers day.

Phansesis was sitting alone as he always did with a book in his hands, he was 17 years of age standing at 5ft 7inchs, his eyes where grey and his skin tan, with his pretty gold locks of hair rolling down his back, His face was smooth and handsome, his figure was skinny but strong.

he sat under a tree out in the lush garden that belonged to his mother and he was reading about the newly found power called magic.

"Strange" he thought "it seems we don't know the limits on magic, the first to figure out how to control it was surpassed by a fan of the very book he was reading who used fire to blow up a wagon" he was wondering if magic could be used in a war. "baaa! it's impossible no one learns like the other so your mages would be infective as some would be more dangerous than others."

his eyes twinkled at a forming plan but his face stayed the same. his heart stopped when a sharply dressed man who smelled of flower perfume entered the garden.

"Lord Kithlac wishes for you Phansesis to come see him with the utmost speed"

Phansesis hated fancy talkers but he didn't dare mouth off to his father's harld so he got up followed him, upon exiting the Garden he saw what he always saw, green rolling hills of green fields full of wheat to his right and a huge Mansion of wood and stone to his left. Soon Phansesis was inside his father's study and his dad looked at him with cold eyes.

"Phansesis though it pains me to see you like this it has been brought to my attention that the kingdom owning the other half of this island has declared war on us, so I as the Lord of this providence is required to join the fighting at the front"

this news was shocking to Phansesis who was wondering how this concerned him.

"you even as pitiful as you are being my only child own everything while I'm gone, ruin it and I will ruin you beyond that which you already are."

after he said these words he flicked his wrist towards the door as though to say be gone. Phansesis found himself outside again his heart dead his hands numb and wishing for death to take him.

he had many things clouding his head of which now keeping an estate in order on punishment that he didn't understand nor want to.

unknown to him his father was never to return and he himself would be found at the front in 4 weeks time was beyond him, in his eyes anyone who could beat his dad was scary.