Just as things had begun to look up, Tusche's world would shift again. The hopes and dreams he held within Rivermoor, completed with the arrival of a brother he thought long dead - pulled out from under him. It was at least, less violent than his original happens upon the Kingdom, but unexpected nonetheless.
Everything was falling into place, until the political tension continued to grow in the neighboring Kingdoms, pinched between Dragonspires trifes and the threat or Ironreach to the south. The dangers became too great, the tensions too high until everything seemed to collapse at once. It forced them from their home, Tusche and Sagan parting together, determined not to lose each other again. But his beloved citizens...Tusche was unsure of their fates.
The man sighed deeply, his heavy footfalls pressing into the earth as they walked side by side, keeping his body close to his brothers in lieu of comfort. They had no real idea of where they were going. Some place to start over, he supposed, but Tusche's mind was entangled in his loss, and if those he still considered his people, his family ─ were ok.
