It was perfect that day in Corvachia. Not blisteringly hot, or icy cold…but warm. That alone should have been indication that today was special. Corvachia was a city which was almost never warm. It was characterized by rain most of the time, and in later seasons extreme temperatures. On this day, one might say the heavens themselves were working to celebrate the arrival of something new within the city.

And that was the arrival of Lord Calastre…one of the most prominent politicians in the country. Politicians almost never came to Corvachia, with its mining and general uncleanliness that characterized the majority of the town. Additionally, the city was very dubious. Black markets, rogues and assassins, underground brothels, criminal organizations….these things could be found here more than arguably anywhere else in Volicheus.

There were beautiful parts of the city, especially the place known as Bayronds square…where the wealthy business owners who monopolized the citys market dwelled, but as a whole Corvachia was rather uncouth. And for a noble or a political figure, people of even higher rank than the rich folk of the city, there were even grander places to travel to.

After all…why come here when the kingdom of Volicheus had some of the most wonderful cities in the whole continent. Segments of the kingdom far more fitting for nobles and other fellows of such ilk. From Altravia, the City of glass to Gordova, the library of Volicheus. In contrast to places like these, Corvachia was simply a capitalistic hubbub with a rich market, important but generally unattractive business city.

But nevertheless, the man named Lord Ardos Calastre was here, for discussions with some of the cities businessmen. He rode in an elaborate chariot encrusted with pure gold and adorned with a variety of rare gems. Everything about and associated with the chariot screamed pure class.

The horses were exquisitely bred Auravian Stallions, the bodyguards were all incredibly well built and impeccably dressed warriors, even the driver of the chariot looked like a wealthy merchant in his own right. For the ordinary citizens of Corvachia, people whose lives were constituted by dullness and surrounded by gray….this was a treat.

Amongst these citizens was a young boy, an ordinary boy, one named Alder. Well…almost normal. There was one characteristic that made him stand out amidst the crowd which had gathered around the chariot. And these were his purple eyes. Currently though, these eyes could not be seen, as Alder was wearing contacts to prevent his abnormalities from being exposed.

Abnormalities were dangerous, especially in Corvachia. If he were distinguished in any way from the ordinary commons folk he could be isolated and fate would either take him to the corrupt high class of the city, where he might become a glorified plaything for those in power…or he could find himself cast into the even more deplorable underworld, which gave Corvachia its name of ”The City of Crows ”.

The things that transpired there were horrifying, unspeakable even. Criminal organizations ran r