The air was cool and the world was calm as the former Tsar Vasyl I was bruned atop a pyre, darned in what could hardly be called, 'royal attire'. He was surrounded by many of his trusted advisors and friends. The Novgorodskii people, whom many of which could not attend, mourned in their homes at the death of possibly their greatest chieften. On Vasyl's left his son, the Crown Prince, watched as his father burned. The boy was at a crisp age of twenty, and fully able to take the throne. Although he shared many of his fathers physical features, Vasyl II was much different from his father. His father had always been a millitary man, and did not believe in absolute power. Vasyl II, however, was not very militarily inclined yet, he was far more intelligent and cunning than his late father. The boy also believed that although not all power should be with the soverign, much of it should. "Your Highness," A deep voice boomed from behind him. The boy turned and found three man, cloaked in animal hide, standing behind him. He knew why they were here, and Vasyl knew what they were going to do. "My orders are simple," Vasyl paused as he turned back to his father's burning corpse. "You are to find out whatever you can about Caeser. Go." They bowed before leaving the young boy to mourn his father, and swear that he will do better. Spoiler OOC : This a public thread, go ahead to make any continuations of this story as you like.