Siren77
Bored Ancient
The day is the twelfth of May, the year being Five Hundred and Seventy One. It stands to have been seven months since the late King Kungen’s death, yet the kingdom of Örn still stands strong with the people going about business as usual. Business is being conducted in the streets as merchants attempt to sell their wares, and continue the endless cycle of free exchange amongst the people. At the years rise, as is custom the King Arvin did come before the people with a fortune from the Gods of the years events. It was stated that it is a fruitful year for crops, that it may be more bountiful than years previous. Many other promising fortunes were told, but one grave instance was made on its own. A warning, stating that the people of Örn would be wise to dispel their doubts and jealousies, or destruction and death may soon follow afterwards. Many took the year prophesies to heart, knowing them to be of the Gods will. Others continued to doubt, spitting upon the name of Arvin and letting their stubbornness drive them to new and dark places. A great many wonders will come, but so too will a great many horrors.
But, that is words of the future. Today is to be much more joyous and celebratory. It is King Arvin’s twenty first birthday, and to come with it is a large scale celebration to be had in the castle. People of any class, race, or background are allowed to attend and participate in the festivities! The King hopes the celebration will bring some goodwill from the people, though he knows full well that it could also be a magnet for trouble. But he will not worry himself with such things, as joy should be the only concern on his mind.
Guests of honor are to attend the festivities, and hopefully be a permanent addition amongst the castle walls.
Firstly is the ever adored Prince Lyrren, Arvin’s brother and High Duke of Wissenland. A cunning warrior, fighter, and most importantly political ally. It is no surprise to any that the Prince will be brought on as one of the few to aid The King in the coming days.
Secondly, an old friend of The King’s by the name of Tessa Rimbaud. A strong willed and well thought woman to aid The King as his closest advisor when posed with the toughest of choices. Close to none are aware as to how she met and came to be so close to The King, but in all honesty it matters not. Given that many now know her to be one of the kingdoms highest scholars, they know better than to question her being chosen.
The third in the lineup of this pantheon of chosen allies is the ever so strange Doctor Gabriele Heartsong. A half elf criminal previously charged with robbing graves and theft, but granted a second chance by the late King himself. Many think him a potential insurgent, someone who could rise against the crown at any moment. Whereas others think that it is not accident that both Kings trust the one named Crow. Whatever the case, his knowledge in the body of both human and demons is impeccable and rivaled by none in the slightest. He’s too valuable to waste such potential.
Next was the brave knight known as Aurin Elliot, a chosen champion to aid in training and leading the armies of Örn where Arvin and Lyrren had left off. He was in fact one of the few to approach The King himself and pledge his loyalties to him, which Arvin was all too eager to accept. Though the task of raising an army of millions of strong willed souls is a daunting task, and The King has made it obvious that two would be more suitable than one. Though he hasn’t spoken to many as to who he is thinking of choosing as the other High General.
Fifth, a rather common name throughout The Kingdom. Sergio Acre Yarrow De Iuliis, the whisperer to the wind. A man not to be trifled with, there are not many secrets that he does not know of, and for this he is a valuable political asset. The King invited and convinced him to join him amongst his allies, but at a price of revealing secrets of his own. For secrets of a King are more valuable than any information to be held against a Duke or Duchess. No one knows of their deal, save for the very wind that travels with Sergio. Most are only led to believe that other motives have been made.
Last, but certainly not least, the beauty of Örn. Aurelia Luxenri, one of the few nobles choosing to side with the new King and not let their vision be blinded by greed and self interest. Skeptics have speculated that The King only invited her as a diplomat, for the purpose of wooing her and making her his queen. However those close to the throne know the truth. She’s one of the last connections he has to the noblepeople of the Kingdom, and perhaps the last chance of mending the bond torn by The Void and talking things out before blood can be shed. Her influence knows no bounds, so her strength and usefulness cannot be denied.
As the hour of celebrations draws near, the guests of honor approach the Castle one by one to be met not by The King, but instead by Prince Lyrren and Miss Rimbaud who have been instructed to keep his whereabouts a secret temporarily. For now all guests will be told that The King is conducting important and confidential business on his own, but will be happy to meet with them all during the celebrations. In the meantime, they are requested to converse and get to know one another, as if all works out they will be allies until the days of the oncoming conflict against The Void and it’s terrifying Demon Hordes.
Meanwhile, The King has made a voyage hours previously deep into the forests of the Western province. He seeks out the Paladin of Terran, Nemir Cesti. The last Judicator, and perhaps the greatest warrior the realm has ever seen second only to the Warrior King Kungen who she fought alongside in the great battle that took his life.
“The pieces of the chess board are set, and now all that is left to be done is strategize and plot a victory that will snuff out the Demon hordes for eternity. May the Gods watch over us, and may we not fail them.” -King Arvin Hashima