The House of the Rising Sun

> "There was a house in Verissamore, they called the Rising Sun.
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> and all wish they were one."
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## The Noble House of the Rising Sun

Perhaps one of the most well known of the noble houses in Verissamore, the House of the Rising Sun has produced it's fair share of leaders and heroes through the ages. It's great deeds are secondary only to the rich tales of the founding of this house, long before the founding of the kingdom itself.

#### The Founding of the line of Raymar

As the myth goes, the first of the House of the Rising Sun was a simple peasant named Raymar. His forefathers had been farmers as far back as any could remember, and had done well to carve out a comfortable living for their family. Raymar, though, craved more. His lust for adventure got him into many a scrape as a young boy, but all around him felt that once he got older he would settle down and apply himself to the serious work of farming as his family had.

Raymar, however, knew that he was meant for more.

One day he packed up some food and his sling and he set out to the east. He rose each morning at dawn and headed towards the rising sun, and then as it slowly made it's way across the sky away from the setting sun. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew that some day the horizon would bring him adventure.

After several days, Raymar came to a sun filled beach right at daybreak. The bright golden glow of the sun seemed to infuse the water and the sands with it's fiery warmth and light. Shielding his eyes from the bright light, Raymar saw a man sitting on the beach, cross legged. He sat half in the water half out with his eyes closed, with his hands resting gently on his knees. A gentle breeze playfully tousled the strangers dark hair, and as Raymar approached, the stranger seemed to be made aware of his presence somehow.

His eyes opened gently, and a the glow of the sun in its blazing glory shone forth from his eye sockets. Brave though he might be, even Raymar paused at this. Having grown up an uneducated peasant, Raymar had no way of knowing that this creature was no monster or supernatural danger, but the great Lustris, Lord of the Light himself. Whether this encounter was fated and decreed by the Gods or sheer happenstance that could only come about through the bravery of one lone man, no one may ever know.

Mustering his courage, Raymar gripped his sling tightly and approached as boldly as a charging lion.

"Who art thou glowing stranger?" He declared in a voice that didn't shake despite the fear that held him in the presence of such a powerful unknown force.

"I am the Light." Lustris answered. "Mortal... thou art brave. Wouldst thou muster this courage to greater heights still to guarantee the standing of thy family throughout all the ages?"

Raymar hesitated, this could be a trap after all. At long last, though he made his decision.

"What task wouldst thou set me, Light." He stated.

Several adventures later, Raymar had found his beautiful wife Eriadnu, forged an unbreakable bond with the path of the Light, and had amassed much wealth that he used as a benevolent and benefactoring Lord of the stretching golden sands and rolling pastures north of Port Tethys where his descendents still live to this day.