From young you wanted to explore the world, you were nobility but so far down the line of succession you were more akin to a child of a wealthy businessman than a noble. You were raised being taught diplomacy and intrigue, to be a servant to your elder siblings, this was your fate. This was what you defied.

You were taught by several teachers, but one taught you how to craft, carve, forge, and write. The old man raised you more than anyone else.

With all you learnt you left home at 16, exploring the world, you became an adventurer. You travelled to the North where Rubus lied, to the South where the Thelrian Empire watched their enemies, waiting for an opportunity to invade and expand. To the West you travelled to the Europas Empire, to the East you visited to many kingdoms populating it. The world was your oyster and in time your fame grew.

Nobility and wealthy men alike hung on your every word, observing your every action, for you were the famous craftsman from the Thelrian Empire, the greatest craftsman alive. People would, and had, killed just to commission your work. Sometimes you would answer, sometimes you would not.

Today you travelled through the realm of snow and ice, the Rubus Kingdom was frosty all year round, yet the wealth hiding in the mountains in the form of rubies and silver emanated from them. The Queen of Frost has called you to her court to craft something for her, how shall you answer?

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(Art by Eshlik on twitter)