Morrison Ostricia

Summery:
Morrison Ostricia is a descendant of an ex-royal family that once ruled Einsiedeln. At a young age his mansion was ambushed by possessed soldiers, aftermath of The Solemnity. All that remained was a pile of wreckage. Morrison waited patiently for many years, but his family did not return. He is fearful most family members died trying to escape in the woods. Once Morrison became an adult however, he began work on an even mightier mansion that would stand the test of time.

Prehistory:
Five decades ago the family Ostricia ruled Einsiedeln, but a bloody war ended it all. After the fighting ceased the family was disposed of and replaced by the Ascainia family. The Ostricia family was left crippled; merely a shadow of what it once was. As the centuries passed, the family remained peaceful, but jealous of the power the Ascainia family had seized. Disputes broke out in the family, and many daughters were married off to wealthier houses. The Ostricia house was left ruined, living in the past of its former glory. Everyone thought the family conflict that ended years ago was finally over. Then all of a sudden possessed soldiers, aftermath of The Solemnity, burnt down the family mansion. This fueled tensions once more. Morris Ostricia was born only a decade prior, and he witnessed the Ostricia family disperse over Kylorne.

Childhood:
Kazmir, the current head of house, called for an evacuation of the mansion. They had heard news that the cursed warriors were on the outskirts of the forest. They had no time to waste. Already the wagons were being loaded up, each carrying different branches of the family. Morrison, only a child, was on the last wagon to leave. Already war horns could be heard in the distance. The wagon was just about to depart when Morrison rushed back inside. He had remembered a sword; The one King Mercedias had used to fight the rebels to the death five decades ago. Quickly, he grabbed the sword from above the mantelpiece, and rushed back outside. But unfortunately he saw the last wagon leaving in the distance, traveling into the sunset. Morrison stood in the path, looking up at the ancient mansion for the last time. Time was passing, and soon the enchanted soldiers started emerging from the dense undergrowth.

Morrison fled into the dim woodland, the only light from the burning mansion behind him. The evening sky coated the tips of the trees in a pink glow. Yells of terror encompassed Morrison, although he had not yet seen any of the attackers. Morrison ran swiftly through the forest, stumbling in the darkness. As he ran, a majestic dark figure with a torch appeared in the distance. Morrison raised his sword high into the air and charged. He brought it down hard on the figure's head. Blood pooled on the floor; a blanket that covered the pine needles. He had no time to think about the murder he had committed, since the footsteps of the chasers drew closer. Now the whispers of the enemy could distinctively be heard. Tears streamed down Morrisons face, he knew this forest might end him. Just when he most needed it, an entrance to a cave appeared in front of him. He took the chance and dived in. For around a night Morrison hid in the cave, listening to only the howls of terror in the distance.

Teenage years:
For years later Morrison stayed in a camp adjacent to the ruins, receiving little supplies from princess Emelia. The only resources available were the scraps from the wreckage. Food was scarce, feasts were meager. The only meals provided came from daily hunts. This was a lot for Morrison, only a child, to take in. He thought about his family daily, and if any wagons managed to make it out of the forest alive. From here, a deep hatred towards the Ascainia family was forged. Years passed, and Morrison was growing desperate. One day however, a new project started. Morrison was an adult now, and was tired of waiting for change. He decided to take initiative. Resources began being harvested for the construction of a bigger and better mansion, with a family legacy that would last until the end of time.

Adulthood:
The first part of Ostricia City that was constructed was the town square. Not even a month had gone by, and already Morrison and his team of builders were hoisting the flag up into the air. Following this the fields were sown and food became plentiful once more.