The torches ran as hot as their tempers in the Acaelian Imperial Court as Gaius stood hunched over the table sternly rebuffing his brother. A trim, well-muscled man of thirty-five who stood little taller than his wife Veronica, Gaius looked worn. His short sunny brown hair stuck out wildly from having run his fingers through it innumerable times in frustration, and his normally smooth face gave way to sandy stubble. His usually bright eyes sagged and thinly veiled frustration lined his face as he laid out his arguments for what seemed like the hundredth time. But still he carried on, in spite of his weariness. Aleius could not win out. Not this argument. Not this time.
In the year 922, the Elgrin Empire was left ravaged by civil war and tsunamis. A peasant rebellion swept through the countryside and crashed upon its shores. The conflict turned out to be short lived as Elgrin’s capitol and King were swallowed up by an angry sea and an angrier rebellion. In its wake sprung a new empire ably headed by Asterius Aurius, who got his start as the captain of the rebel ship the Black Sword. His level headed commanding and combat prowess in the war quickly earned him a strong reputation and, when the war drew to a close, he found himself in a position of power. Leading came as easy to Asterius as breathing does to most men, and after a few short hours of deliberation, the rebel council proclaimed that Asterius would be Emperor of their fledgling empire.