The dust swirled around the small caravan as it crossed into the city of Wati. A young elven family rode in the last wagon where they could keep out of the way. The father, Talb, waved his hands over a large basin. It filled with sloshing water.
[color=orange]"Drink your fill, children. This dry land is dangerous without it."[/color]
The two siblings, a boy and a girl, grabbed clay cups and dunked them into the cool water. The boy looked up at his father. [color=brown]"Are there many children here, father?"[/color]
Talb chuckled. [color=orange]"I do not know for certain, Ebron, but Wati is a large city, I am sure you will find friends quickly."[/color]
[color=violet]"I still don't know why we had to leave Kyonin, father,"[/color] Ebron's sister asked. [color=violet]"It was nice there. Not..."[/color] she paused looking for the right word. [color=violet]"Not dirty like this."[/color]
[color=red]"Fiona, your father and I have come here to learn about the past. Our past in fact."[/red]
Settling in Wati was not easy for the family. It was a strange city, and they were surrounded by a culture completely different from their own. The family could only find lodging in the slums.
Chiatta and Talb had trouble finding work at first, but soon a local merchant agreed to emply them as enchanters at his shop. They were nowhere near as powerful as some of the other arcane masters in the city and brought home only a fraction of the money their castings earned.
Within a year, tragedy struck. Something went wrong at the shop, a spell triggered an explosion in the building. Chiatta and Talb were never found.
Ebron and his sister found themselves on the streets. While Fiona eventually found her place in a brothel, Ebron struggled for ends meat. He persevered through the years though and eventually was able to apply to an acadamae for advanced study of Osirion history.
Ebron excelled and came top of his class, earning him accolades and access to the city records. Ebron spent the next two hundred years studying his family's history and any possible connection to Wati or Osirion.
Finally he found what he was looking for. Generations back a descendant of the pharaohs was on a journey to Varisia. En route her caravan was attacked by orcs. Though she survived, she returned to Osirion pregnant. Her son was allowed to live, but sent far away so as to remove the taint on the family. This half-orc son sired a son by an elf. This son returned to Kyonin and his descendants led to Chiatta.
So there it was. Ebron was a member of the Pharoahs line, spoiled though it had been. Perhaps there was more to learn.