Kareesh

Rukai had many small settlements of varying purpose. Baron's and nobles controlling insignificant pieces of a continent with no real importance, No purpose besides the ability to brag about a title or a label. Kareesh was no different but her legacy would forever be shaped by the actions of her people.
I lived in Kareesh for most of my life. My father was a part of the local militia under the banner of Lord Polstik. Polstik was a kinder nobleman than many. A fair man he allowed many of us to have comfortable lives. A balance of loyalty and ambition. A man devoted to his people while balancing his enforcement of the capitalist law. My father was proud to fight in the militia. I followed in his footsteps but our service could not be more different.

Our community was lush. We were suppressed but fortunate, choked by the hand of the Titans. Yet many of our village knew nothing of the horrors that many in the kingdom had experienced. I served for many years, fighting skirmish after dispute. I had never been in a large scale war before, A true battlefield and I could never