Citizens, or “Commoners” as they are often referred to by Nobles, are the working class of their nations.  Referring to by the more magnanimous of Nobles, as the ‘lifeblood’ of their nations.  If the Nobility are the head of a nation, then the Commoners are the body.

Physiologically, Commoners appear no different than their ruling Nobles.  At first glance, the Commoners can often be identified by their modest clothing, often handed down from previous generations as new clothing was a luxury that many could not afford.  Commoners had enough for food and shelter, but little else.  Luxury was a commodity fit only for Nobles.

Commoners once existed as little more than nomadic tribes that wandered the lands, foraging for food and shelter.  Or warring with other tribes.  The Commoners would eventually be brought under the rule of the other tribes.  Tribes who were stronger, wiser.  Tribes who would eventually come to be known as Nobles.   After the battles ended, a sense of order began to emerge, allowing for their sparse settlements to grow into towns, villages, and then cities.  Losing the tribal wars had cost them their freedom.  But by losing their freedom, by being relieved of that burden, they gained peace and security through order.  And through that order, they would see their civilization begin to take form and grow.

It was at this early stage of civilization that the gap in inequality between Commoners and Nobles began to emerge.  As the years grew to decades, and then centuries, the gap continued to widen, as if the gap were trying to keep pace with time’s relentless march forward.

Yet despite that disparity, most Commoners appeared content with their lives.  They would smile and bow to the Nobles as their ancestors had done so.  And their ancestors before them.  For many Commoners, this way of life was enough for them.  And their smiles and bows were an honest and tacit affirmation of their loyalty towards their ruling Nobles.  Tales of how the Nobles’ ancestors had saved their ancestors were still told in many of their homes.  For them, they owed their lives to the Nobility’s ancestors, and all who bore their Noble blood.

But as time pressed on, for some of the Commoners, the smiles they offered began to be less a gesture of loyalty, and more a mask.  A mask they wore to hide a deeper feeling.  One of shame.  Towards themselves.  Shame at having to constantly struggle to provide for themselves snd their families.  Shame when serving as a servant at one of the Nobles’ many banquets, and seeing leftovers so casually thrown away without a care.  Leftovers of food so sumptuous that they would have given all they had for their families to experience such a feast.  If only for one time.  They could only imagine their happiness.  The abundance of leftovers wasted was so plentiful that a mere portion of the leftovers would have fed their families for days, if not weeks.  For them, seeing the Nobility throw away what they would have given anything to have, it was a heartbreaking yet sobering reminder of their status.

But among a small but growing contingent of Commoners, a new feeling began to emerge in their hearts.  But this feeling was not directed towards themselves.  It was directed against their ruling Nobles.  A feeling that, like a precious family heirloom, had been passed down from generation to generation.  A feeling more and more began to feel more and and more towards all Nobles… Anger.