Very few people know who Rank one of the Royal Black Guard is. The King of Binoria knew, of course, and so did several high ranking members of the Binorian elite except the commander of the Legions. The reason Commander Rehny didn't know who Rank one was was simply because he didn't care. He didn't inquire about it neither did he show any interest in the Binorian spy network. The Rank one didn't care either regarding anything concerning the commander and his none existent interest in him, the only thing he cared about was Tabrimas.

Orgeeg had first heard of the realm of the valiant as a child. He'd been the son of a Binorian ambassador to the Remu court and he'd spent most of his days floating atop the Rankf sea and trying to get sand from the shore out of various places it had stuck to his young lithe form. Life had been simple then, he remembered running between fishing boats and the smell of salt in the air. He recalled the feel of the hot sun upon his pale skin and the way his passing drew attention simply because he was a foreigner and not just any foreigner but one from a kingdom far superior. Indeed life had been simpler then.

Orgeeg had struggled to understand the reason as to why his skin tone and blond hair marked him different from the Remu. At first he had felt ashamed of it but his mother had pointed out the reason as to why it was a thing of pride and not of shame. "You're Binorian, Orgeeg." She'd said. "The Goddess Meena smiles on us with favor and has picked us among the nations within the realm to serve as an example of what can be regarded as pure before her eyes."

Pure. It sounded pleasant to the ear and the way his mother pronounced it with an almost musical melody made him want to strive to be as close to the word as possible. "It is Binorians who swarm the realm of the valiant my son. Our surplus presence there is a testament to our deserved status within the realm. Tabrimas is ours!" Orgeeg's mother had declared.

"Tabrimas mama?" Orgeeg had asked, his piping voice full of childhood curiosity.

"Yes," his mother said, "it is where you will go to once you have proven yourself worthy of it through an act of valor!" Orgeeg had not known the meaning of the word 'valor' then but he'd had an inkling as to what it was. He thought of it as something that can be obtained through a constant show of awesomeness and despite how off his interpretation of the word was he'd grown to accept it as such. He'd enlisted in the Binorian Army as soon as he was of age and his hard work had earned him a promotion into the Royal Black Guard where his focus, determination and sheer will had him rising in ranks until there was none who could match his brilliance.

At first Orgeeg thought that being Rank one came with the privilege of holding command and the honor of being a senior member of Binoria. Such things carried with them the burden of having to maintain face and to carry one's self in a manner acceptable to one of his status but he admitted to himself that he did not fit such a portrayal. Orgeeg was shy, terribly shy that the mere thought of having to speak in public or appear in public made him want to dive head first into the jaws of a Rankf Sea leviathan.

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King Vayin had taken note of his shyness when he was brought before his presence. The King had simply leaned forward on his throne, his grey eyes surveying Orgeeg with the intensity of a surgeon carrying out a complicated surgery. "I have a task for you." The King had said. "It will make use of your talents and at the same time utilize your weaknesses." Orgeeg had then been recruited as an undercover agent under the direct command of the King. His work was entirely espionage related and he was to report directly to the King.

Orgeeg couldn't help it, he had a tendency to succeed at all he did. Through the information provided by a Remu court mole he'd managed to apprehend two Remu spies who'd just arrived in Binoria. He had played a role in the economic decline of the Remu due to the scarcity of Leviathan oil and his continuous efforts ensured the capture and dismemberment of numerous Kolotians in hiding. He was proud of himself and so was his King, but still, was it all enough to ensure that he ended up in Tabrimas? He didn't feel like it was. He needed an act so awesome that it would settle any doubt of his ascendance into the realm of the valiant.

King Vayin had called him into his presence recently. "I have a job for you." The King had said. He had then been briefed on what it was he was to do and that's how he ended up finding himself dressed in red armor, marching with the Thirty Seventh legion towards the Ganidan plain for the gift giving ceremony. His job wasn't that difficult, all he had to do was ensure that the children of the King did not come to any harm and that they returned safely back to Binoria. Nobody knew his task save the King and he blended in perfectly with the 4200 foot soldiers of the Thirty Seventh Legion to the point that there was no doubt that he was one of them.

Orgeeg currently stood at attention outside the fortress of the Highlord of the North Local. It was inevitable for the Legion to pass through the North Local on their way to the Ganidan plain. The Prince, Princess and Commander were currently in the fortress being entertained by Highlord Cebru and most of the Thirty Seventh Legion positioned around the fortress showed signs of boredom with the shuffling of feet and loud sighs as they awaited them, but not Ogreeg. He stood straight, wavering not an inch to any direction. His body was a perfect example of what years of discipline could do to a man. Orgeeg's mind, however, was with the Princess Dahli.

He fantasized about her, he'd made it a habit of doing so ever since he'd seen her in the hours before dawn, practicing various forms on the lawn outside her chambers. Dahli was a symbol of beauty, the way she moved made every motion he'd ever witnessed from elsewhere seem irrelevant. The way she spoke had him clinging to her every word and her smile was bright enough to light the deepest depths of the Rankf sea. Orgeeg liked her. He could not admit to himself that it was love for he'd never had the chance to test such a theory but he was content with the simplicity of the word 'Like'.

He pictured himself arriving at the Ganidan plain before the Talisi Green Army. He imagined an altercation occurring and war breaking out, he saw the Princess in danger, mere seconds from feeling the touch of death. He saw himself rushing to her rescue, laying waste the Talisi who'd planned on swarming her. Orgeeg envisioned himself covered in the blood of the enemies of his Kingdom while holding Dahli in his arms, safe within his embrace. Would such a thing ensure I enter Tabrimas? He wondered and smiled at the thought. Orgeeg found a part of himself hoping that the Gift giving ceremony would go terribly wrong.