Plot
The red bricks were a staple of Ingrad. A nation of peace, progress and prosperity. They took pride in their peaceful ways while all the other nations waged wars. But when Jacob stumbled upon a forgotten ruin, he realised what symbolism those same red bricks portrayed.
The ruin showed evidence of the past wars that have been erased from the history books, and reveals why the bricks are red in the first place.
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TheMarbledPen· Section 1
The nation of Ingrad and its people had been blessed by the Gods. Unlike other nations that had fought specifically for such blessings, they wanted nothing to do with war or violence. What came as a surprise to most was that no nation ever dared to attack Ingrad. Had the reason been that they received the blessings without any bloodshed? What could have been the reason for such an anomaly considering that the Gods of Yattwa sought out nothing more than death and destruction as compensation for their blessings. Yet Ingrad stood there as a beacon of change and progress.
Hundreds of such questions had filled Jacobs mind as he tried to find any source that could prove his theories. In the well respected and elite community of 'Practicing Historians' he had been considered a laughing stock. To be in such high society and to be so lowly ranked had been impossible to comprehend to the rest of the members. Needles to say Jacob never received any help no matter how unique his approach to the subject had been.
So he came up with an idea. Why be a part of a community that laughs behind your back, no matter how prestigious it may be. He had no use for such prestige considering that even his smallest effort to organize something had been immediately shot down. It did not take him long to see the true nature of his colleagues who only enjoyed the membership of the so called high society but in actuality never produced any meaningful research. It had always been about being better than someone else. He had enough of it.
TheMarbledPen· Section 2
Thus one day he decided to take revenge. Everything that those posh and stuck up bastards from Practicing Historians were discussing and theorising, he was going to challenge. He had taken it upon himself to prove all of them wrong and show the world that he was not to be laughed at.
Jacob had been preparing for his expedition for a while and had been visiting all kinds of shops throughout the whole town. He did not even bother to attend the usual meetings that were mandatory for every member of Practicing Historians. That had sparked a certain controversy, especially after they had found out that he had been preparing for a solo expedition.
Finally, after a week of constant shopping, Jacob was satisfied. He had bought all the equipment he could ever need for a month long expedition and he was finally ready. Lamps, notebooks, pickaxes, canned food, battery crystals, water everything and more was there. That fateful morning he had woken up much earlier than he had planned but that had no effect on him since he had been more than excited to finally take up the challenge.
After he had double checked everything and put on all of his gear, before he could open the door, a loud knock surprised him. He had not been expecting any guests at all and when he had opened the door, he was met face to face with Viard, the Inquisitor of Practicing Historians.