Brandon Padraig Leonith IV

## Before the Voyage

Brandon was the first and only child of the Leoniths, which were the Lords of a decently sized farming township called Sylgo. He lived on an elevated surface which held a grand manor with crops encompassing the structure. His parents clearly loved him and tried their best though they didn't spend much time with Brandon. This is because his father is often out and his mother tending the farm. This would soon become Brandon’s day duty. At the age of 14, Brandon started tending to the farm at days and at nights was often out doing many things. He wished to do more, and one day as he knew he would lead the farm village, well at least he thought so.

Once he struck 16 he began to be mentored by his Father and his assistant, Jonathan Blackwell. Blackwell usually informed Brandon of the status of the village, what the future holds and many life lessons. All these talks would happen in a tavern located in the center of town entitled Blackwell’s Tavern. It was owned by his older cousin. The two grew very close and would talk and drink their nights away. One of these talks included the needed thing of loyalty. John was the advisor of Brandon’s father and had been for 15 years. Brandon admired the fierce loyalty Johnathan had shown to his father and aspired to be like him.

On one tragic night, just passed Brandon's 18th birthday. Brandon was awaiting Johnathan’s arrival in the tavern. They met every night they were in town and the town crier had said they were set to arrive back into Slygo this night. He grew impatient and remained at the tavern for 2 hours. Sweat began to perspire and he grew nervous, for Brandon usually thought the worst. He glanced over and heard “Did you hear? The Lord’s pet sacrificed himself for Sir Leonith,” said one short and stout man, the other replied “He always loved the Lord. But who could have done such a thing?”. He stopped listening there. He began to drink of sorrow, he spent the night passed out there and soon fell into a deep depression that could only be cured by his duty of showing his allegiance to his town in any way or drinking.

After this, Sir Brandon Leonith III begun to seek a new second in command. Of course, his son was chosen. Over the next few years they went on many political discourses and ran the Town together. They grew closer than ever as Brandon IV grew out of his sorrow. But this would all change when Brandon became 22. Tragedy followed. The Leonith’s stormed out of a meeting with people that came in large boats, the people saw this as an act of hostility.

The people came back to fight one night while Brandon was in bed from drinking, demanding his father. After rising tension in negotiations they stormed. Brandon yelled stating he’d go. This apparently was good enough to the boat people. Brandon swore to his Father that he’ll be back in no time, he left and was captured. He was boarded onto a long boat and taken over the seas. He memorized the path that they had taken as best he could under his non sober conditions, he wanted to fulfill his promise. Sometimes on this voyage Brandon acknowledged that this would have made John proud. All of sudden, THUD The boat had crashed. Brandon looked for a cause but saw not a thing. It seemed it was magic. Brandon had no clue what it was, but it frankly didn't matter. He leaped up as he and another prisoner helped each other out of the restraints. They found the last remaining lifeboat and sailed to where they thought land would be.

They docked at the city entitled Saint Maximin. Brandon hid in a crowd and snuck into a tavern. He pulled the last remaining money that he somehow held onto and bought one drink. He drank and sat down in the tavern hoping for safety. After this, he began to work for a raft so he could sail somewhere else. With enough money left over he purchased a voyage to a place called Sykrovia and he set sail to a new land where he could impress Jonathan and his Father more.