The World is full of suffering people dying left right and center and the rich laughing watching it all commence. In a normal place people would fight back and let their rights be known but here that is impossible. Runes are mysterious magical objects that hold immense power able to push the human body to do immposible things. Runes are very hard to find most people
have never seen one but when people find them, they ussualy sell them for good money, not understanding their abilities. But when Runes are fused with a weapon it gains the power of the rune. People of high standing and Military commanders all have runes on their weapons with that immense power they can silence any rebellion and that is how this corrupt empire survived. Yet some people are lucky enough to be born with runes etched into their bones these people are known as
"runebones". Some runebones decide to use their immense power to help the empire, those runebones are treated like gods having anything they might want at their disposal. And the runbones who refuse to help the empire? They are beaten and tortured untill death so that the runes can be dug out from their skeletons. Now as the runebones have power some of them succesfully escape but all who escape are still on the run.
*cut to a man walking somewhere in the wilderness*
"And Thats finaly the last one" he says as he throws a wolf head to the ground "Here i killed the whole pack now pay up old man" in front of him stands a frail old man with a pouch of gold "Yes, yes good job young man here is your pay" the old man hands the pouch to the man "You are a great fighter why don't you apply for the army after all you are a runebone" says the old man "i have no intentions of helping the empire, now i have places to be so i will take my leave" says the young man "But didn't you hear the empire is holding a tournament and the prize is one million gold?" The old man said confidently "And?" Said the young man visibly annoyed. "You can apply im sure that with your strength you can get far" said the old man compassionetly "unless i can kill that pig of an emperor or any of those disgusting military commanders i wont apply" says the young man "Oh but you will all of the military commanders are applied and the final 5 rounds are fights to the death" said the old man maliciously. "Oh really?" Said the young man as the tournament suddenly piqued his interest "Yes come with me to my tavern, I have one of the applicant sheets so you can apply." Said the old man "Well if youre offering!" said the young man as they made their way to the tavern. The old man pulls a sheet of paper from behind the counter "here this is the applicant sheet now may i have your name so that i can apply you?" Asked the old man "Yes the name is Eligot Dracul" said the the young man "Hm what an interesting name... Dracul where have i heard that last name before?" Asked the old man curiosly "none of your business old man" said Eligot "okay okay here take this application paper to the capital and they will let you enter" said the old man "yeah will do see ya old man" said Eligot as he took the paper and he was headed for the door "Good Luck! And dont die" the old man said as Eligot left.
Eligot reached the horsestable and is about to take his horse as he hears a voice saying
"going somewhere Eligot?"
To Be Continued....