The Kings Plague Chronicle (Don't expect frequent updates)

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Hello RpN, So some of you may be wondering why I have chosen the username KingsPlague, well I have been writing a story on a Character of the same name. This has been a WIP for a very long time with many reboots and rewritings. I currently only have the Prologue rewritten and Will update this when I have something new (This will take ages but whatever.) Right, well here it is for all the world to see, I hope you enjoy what I have so far. (Please refrain from using any of my Ideas without asking me first.) <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://pre04.deviantart.net/b50d/th/pre/i/2016/068/e/d/franz_commission_by_kpssenkrad-d7rdgzf.jpg&key=86ee62c6695879f43f920450725bdc7ed248f9fd7de7420308e4c525e9216bb5" class="ipsImage" alt="franz_commission_by_kpssenkrad-d7rdgzf.j" /></p><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:24px;">The Kings Plague</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:24px;">Chronicle</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> <span style="font-family:Georgia;"> </span> <div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><div style="margin-left:25px;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:24px;"> Prologue:</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> <span style="font-family:Georgia;"> Long ago, before the great dawn of mankind, lived a race created by the gods, formed in their image as perfect beings. These beings were brought before each of the gods to be judged before being sent to earth, or as it was called then Spentharia. The Judging was quite simple, the male or female of this race was brought before the gods who clothed, named, armed, and wed them before they approached the final deity which was simply referred to as “The heavenly Flame”. This is the story of their rise, fall, and rebirth. This is the Story of Kyngers Plagkets. The Hall of the Gods where a glorious sight to behold, marble pillars stretched to endless lengths and the large cylindrical chamber in which the being stood was decorated in only the most glorious of jewels. The Marble walls seemed to grin at him with teeth of diamond; ruby and sapphire while the statues of the gods stared him down, beckoning him to enter any of the 40 foot double doors. The room was empty except for a large chalice filled with a white fire that flickered warmly, lighting the entire chamber. A man stood before one of the doors, his body pale as rice and hair black as coal pulled back in a neat pony tail, he scratched his beard and walked through the first door, the Statue of a stout, fat god smiling upon him. As soon as the door shut behind him, flames lit the room and showed the god sitting on a throne of gold smiling warmly down at him. The god wore a fine robe, though his ginger beard seemed to hide most of his short fat body, one could easily see his rosy cheeks and bright white smile. The man kneeled before the god and bowed his head “My Lord, it truly is an honour to be blessed with life, I will accept your gifts” he said humbly to the deity. A warm laugh filled the room as the god shrunk down to the size of the man and walked down a flight of steps towards him “Now now my child, No need to be so formal with me.” He laughed, “I have met many of your kind through the creation of this world, and yet none have been as honourable as you. I am Ksythro, the Name Giver.” He circled the Palsiet that looked straight ahead, his noble gaze trying to avoid the Gods own. Ksythro observed the Palsiet for a few minutes; he gave a slight chuckle “Kyngers Plagkets will be your Name. You are Noble, but you will be no lord. I can see in your heart that you are a Great Leader, but you will not take throne, or fiefs that you shall call your own.” He said returning to his throne. The Newly named Palsiet smiled “I thank you for the name, Praised be Ksythro” he bowed low, his nose almost touching the floor</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><em>. Kyngers Plagkets</em></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> was an odd name, even for a Palsiet, in the common tongue he would be called </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><em>“The Kings Plague”</em></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> though his peoples simply referred to him as KP. “Get up, go on to the next room” the god said amused by the gestures he was no longer used to receiving. Though the Gods greeted each Palsiet that spawned in their halls, the times of honouring the gods had long past. Kyngers entered the next room, the statue above the door was of a fair looking lady, and the marble was tinted in all manner of colours so it seemed as if something was of, but as he looked upon her he understood. The goddess had the same fair features of the statue, boney cheekbones, a long hook shaped nose and perfectly plucked eyebrows. All her facial features, however pretty they were could not help but be overpowered by her colour splattered hair, which ranged from red to brown, black to white, wavy to curly, and frizzy to bald. Her dress was just as jumbled as her hair; it was made up of a patchwork of different fabrics, materials and metals and stretched down the flight of stairs, almost filling the entire room. The Palsiet bowed low again to the goddess and she smiled at him. “Rise Kyngers Plagkets, I am Linniette.” She said staying upon her throne as she eyed down the man. “Interesting challenge you pose me...you are strong, but simple, so Heavier armour is not your thing, nor will you like wearing any garments, you prefer armour, something light and studded, durable yet warm, yes, armour the world will only see once.” She lifted her hand and the man was lifted towards her. She closed her eyes and gave a slight hum, the man’s robe began to tug and tear changing shape and material. Leather gripped his legs and built a layered cuirass on his chest, broad shoulder pads formed with two letters of the Palsiet Script, K and P. Warm thick boots grew up his legs, and gauntlets from their arms. Once the goddess’s masterpiece was complete she set him down and he thanked her before entering the next room. The next god did not sit in a wonderful marble chamber like the rest, no, this gods chamber was made of bones and war flags, as Kyngers looked up to the throne made of armour and weapons he instantly averted his gaze. “Step Forward” The God commanded “I want no Formalities from you, now take the Weapons I have placed at the door, and pray that you never anger me, creating your kind was not my idea and I have no issues with returning you to your spawn.” Kyngers did as he was told, taking four throwing axes, a bow and quiver, and a sleek short sword. “Despite your wishes Lord Pryoleth, I thank you for your Gifts” He turned to leave, looking back at the bone clad god before he entered the next room. The final Goddess awaited him eagerly, she was a young girl and with blond flowing her, she wore a short white dress and greeted him in a most peculiar fashion, for once the door had closed behind him and he turned to bow, she had her arms wrapped around his neck and embraced him giggling. “My Goddess Melletova, though I do not judge you, I must ask the meaning of this” he asked. The Goddess let him go and took him by the hand, dragging him behind her, she laughed and stopped at a mirror, “Look” she said “Look into the Mirror of Betrothal, that is your Soul mate, Krisa.” Kyngers gasped looking at the beautiful girl in the Mirror, a high chin, noble cheekbones and icy blue eyes stared back at him with a smile that made his heart flutter. “Krisa” he mumbled putting a hand against the mirror, trying to run his hands through the back long hair on his bride to be. “She’s Beauti-“he stopped mid sentence as she vanished, “She’s gone!?” he gasped and turned to where the goddess stood, but she too had disappeared, in the place of her throne was a large Chalice, filled to the brim with blue burning coals. A breath of uneasiness escaped the Palsiet’s lips as he turned to walk up the stairs, he lifted his left hand placed his fore and ring finger over and his thumb under his left eye before raising all three above his head “Chevessty be est” he said, which in the common tongue roughly translates to “God’s be with me”. The blue flaming Chalice was the final Deity; its purpose was to give each Palsiet who spawns an ability fitting to their personality. Kyngers walked up the stairs and crossed the Chalice walking over the blazing coals, the flames licking at him, singing the skin where it touched him, before he reached half way he began coughing and his sight grew dim, and his straight walk across became a dance of survival as he covered his mouth and tried to avoid the flames. The Palsiet was lost in the flames, and his knees grew weak as his vision turned black and he lost consciousness.</span>