Cathay/RP/Rise of the Platinum Dragon

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Hundreds upon hundreds of peasants surge toward the city’s historic center in a gathering of unity little seen since the fall of the Antoza. Though starved, their emaciated forms tolerate the heat and crowded conditions each standing on tip-toes and, along the outskirts of the crowd, straining to hear what is beyond. Yet despite the close-quarters, despite the hunger, despite near poverty there is heard not a sound. Every ear listens, every eye looks, every mouth open in wonder.

Rising before them is a single form. Cocooned in gleaming plate the figure stands atop a raised dais which supports a white obelisk long dedicated to the people of the city. The figure moves, cape fluttering in the breeze, his deep baritone voice sweeping over the crowd as each step lends movement and gesture. He speaks with the zeal of a high court-bard his words sweeping over the masses as he weaves a tale of epic struggle.

It is not a tale unfamiliar to them. It is the tale of recent history. It is the tale of a tyrant who took the city and then turned traitor to his friends. Who then held them all hostage as his unwillingness to cooperate and perpetuation of a war he could not win reduced a once powerful city to poverty and starvation. How those who came were liberators who wanted, not to own them, but to free them from the tyrant, Corey, and restore honor and justice to their lives.

The figure’s voice swells powerfully, beginning the final siege, the crowd stands stunned and then, and then, the walls fell..

A thunderous roar erupts through the crowd fists go skyward and such a roar over takes the city that all rush to their windows. The people of Anacan, in that instant, stand whole as the epic story, a journey through their own history, is created and spun through the vocal tradition.

As the thunderous roar dies the figure in the gleaming armor raises his hands the swell falling still at his simple gesture, “And such the many joined as one. To a new era..” He pauses, “An era of justice for all. No longer shall we be the traitorous Antoza. Forever, henceforth, shall we be: The honorable of Cathay.”

The crowd erupts again, their roar deafening, “Join me now!” He bellows as their roar begins to falter, “To build this new Kingdom. Stand with me and tell this story. Tell any who will listen of: The Rise of Cathay!”

With that the figure turned, cloak bearing the symbol of a platinum dragon swirling, and disappeared amongst a guard of eight.

His story passed through the city as wildfire. Within hours the story had been told, and retold, many who had not even been present claiming to have shaken the man’s hand. ‘The Platinum Dragon’ they called him, ‘A noble. Ser Jonan Constantine.’ A hero of the war and bringer of light to that which had fallen so deep into darkness.