The Red-Gold Chronicles: Chapter 3

Third,    As recorded by Archivist Ash    For what seemed like months, the Rouche family drifted aimlessly through the seas, persisting on food magically produced by Knorr the firbolg. Tyrian had fallen into yet another great mood, filled with terrific melancholy and despair. He would daily proclaim if sorrow could kill a person's soul, all while his companions attempted to placate him, to no avail.    It would seem that they would continue this way forever, until they were beset by a thick and tumultuous storm. Their tiny boat was thrashed violently and it was everything Knorr could do to guide them through the storm, all while Tyrian's melancholy held firm, even when their ship began to fall undone. Their tiny boat was torn asunder and the four of them were scattered by a great wave that overtook them all.    As they were flung into the sea and their consciousness vanished, Tyrian believed it all to be the will of the gods that he die here in obscurity and irrelevance. Imagine the young lord's surprise when he awoke in a comfortable bed. Tyrian and his family had arrive in the floating elven city of Shagrantus, home of the moon elves and their bronze dragon companions. Here they cared for the castaways, shared with them supplies and maps for their inevitable journey. The moon elves were well aware of who they were and insisted that they would be far safer on the continent of Delthor, where no force on Hitram could ever reach them.    Despite all this assistance, Tyrian refused to leave his bed, still overcome with the belief that he was meant to perish. Still, neither Daggro, Callishta, nor Knorr could sway him and pull him out of this mood and stimulate joy in the darkened mind of the lord. It would be instead a local, a young bronze dragon named Varentia, that would drag him from his sadness. Instead of the attempts to please that his companions had tried, Varentia instead called out Tyrian's childishness and demanded he stand up. Obeying this command, Varentia swept him away and took him to the sky, his family watching from below.    Varentia showed the endless sea and sky to Tyrian in a way that he had never seen before, a sheer boundlessness he could never have envisioned on the ground. Finally, when he was brought to the ground, he finally saw what he was meant to do. Tyrian turned to his companions and declared that from then on they would travel the furthest reaches to see all that existed before returning to reclaim his throne. In that moment, he named the Rouche family his Champions. The Champions would stand as both companions and protectors as they always had, and he asked that Varentia become one of these Champions in their journey moving forwards.    Varentia took time to consider, but ultimately accepted his offer and became yet another of his champions. With a new family member, a set path and purpose, and renewed hope, Tyrian and his Champions left Shagrantus for the continent of Delthor. However, not before Tyrian would make a vow to return to the city upon completion of his grand destiny, the retaking of his birthright.