Kingsley Farebrother

He who fears not the blade he wields has no right to wield that blade.

Kingsley had grown into an adult in the Common Realm, which while quaint and humble, was still somewhat enjoyable compared to life in the Forsaken Realm. Those who called the furthest reaches of the Clover Kingdom home lived rough lives, dominated by their struggle for food and shelter. Many were on the fringes of the Strong Mana Zones, and thus at the mercy of any wild Mana Beasts that explored past their borders in search of food. It was the duty of Magic Knights to repel such creatures, although they often responded only after bodies were found or citizens reported missing. It was a sad truth in the Kingdom of Clover - since the Magic Knights were concentrated around the Capital City, their presence in the wilds was more often called upon rather than naturally spent there patrolling.  Kingsley had seen his fair share of Magic Knights growing up, but their missions often involved using the Common Realm villages as stopping points, rather than points of interest themselves. So getting a chance to return to one such village was just what the young knight needed to escape from the hustle and bustle of the castle town, Kikka.


Kingsley had just finished the mission in the Common Realm when a messenger bird arrived with word from the Purple Orca Headquarters; the message began rather strangely. He was to stay put and await extraction by a member of the Coral Peacocks? Curious at the reason behind it, the young knight skimmed the remainder of the parchment and felt his lips tighten into a line at what they had to say. A meager hamlet in the northern Forsaken Region had reported missing livestock, and had preemptively requested assistance from the Magic Knights before someone lost their lives. It wasn't rare for the Capital to take such a request seriously, but it was a nice change of pace to hear that no one had lost their lives yet. But an exfiltration to the hamlet by a member of the Peacock Squad? Kingsley's feet ached from the feeling of hard stone and soil against his soles, so he welcomed the news of a mage with transportation magic. Lacking such abilities on his own, the Purple Orca Knight had often relied on borrowed brooms, favors from other Orcas, and in worst case scenarios, walking until his legs gave out beneath him.


Kingsley glanced at the position of the sun in the sky, and began to perform mental math to figure out how long this journey would take. Arithmetic was a tailor's best friend, and he surmised that at an average travel pace, it should take but two hours if they went straight there. The mission briefing asked that he wait for his teammate at the northern gate of town; the road running east to west across the Common Region forked at the center of this village, providing traders from the Forsaken Realm with a path back to civilization, as well as a common route for Magic Knights who were earthbound to travel out to the border of the Spade Kingdom. Taking a position outside the village walls, Kingsley breathed in deeply the smell of the nearby meadow, its rolling hills abundant with wildflowers at this time of year. The peaceful atmosphere here reminded him of the quaint village he grew up in. Though he rarely had time to visit, the letters sent by his mother ensured him that things were alright back home. The young knight's moment of repose was then interrupted by the sound of wheels against the well trod dirt road that bisected the commoner village.