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| King of Illusions; A short story (work in progress) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 21 2006, 12:24 PM (219 Views) | |
| Invoker | Oct 21 2006, 12:24 PM Post #1 |
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Lich King
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The wise aging man sitting upon the throne had seen many battles in his years, even though he rarely had to raise a weapon in combat he was many times the reason all this existed. Sometimes no one had a clue of his powers yet other times whole armies tracked his movements, trying to take his life. He was thankful for the steel that had followed him through his life knowing that many times it had saved is it from prematurely ending. As he watched his servants hurriedly move about the room preparing things for the grand feast that was to take place later in the evening. The servants didn’t seem nervous, they had no reason to be. The man sitting on the throne didn’t rule with an iron fist, he didn’t have to, he wielded powerful magic’s that some say even rivaled that of the gods. He was a kind man anyway, always having the patience to help or explain something even to the lower classes, to him no matter what a mans rank he treated him the same, with respect. It was only a few short years after him and his friend had won the trials, both of them had surprised many as well as themselves when they had come out victorious. The trials, a series of tests that would decide if a man had what it took to survive. The prize, a large manor in the wealthy district of Taras and a small group of slaves to keep it running smoothly and a chance at the position of king. Normally this would be unheard of but there had recently been an upheaval in Taras and being there was no blood heir to take his place. No one was really sure how the notion that the winners of the trials should have a chance to lead the great city. A knowing smile comes across his face, knowing how easy it was to gain the confidence of simple folk not to mention the middle class. Simple really, give people what they want even if it is only a little it gives them hope and with hope they can accomplish much for you. In the last decade alone the poverty had decreased, more jobs were available than ever before with the new construction that he had begun. People where generally happy with the way things were going and he was fairly certain we would be able to keep them feeling that way. He with the help of his now best friend had amassed a great amount of wealth in their adventures before the trials and with a little effort was able to turn it literally into a king’s fortune by using both of their skills. Before long even the wealthy were getting on board with the new and sometimes radical ideas. He had made many promises and knew that as long as things moved in the direction of those promises things should run smoothly for years to come, assuming someone did not try to take his reign from him either by assassination or worse, all out warfare. He watched as his friend approached from across the grand throne room, his polished armor sparkling from the beams of morning sun coming from the portals in the ceiling above. The finely crafted blue runner with thick green trim that lead to the throne platform quieted his footsteps as he gets closer. He smiles again knowing the secret that very few knew about him. ... To be continued. ( OOS: I was sitting here this afternoon and this started spilling into my brain pan so I thought it wise this time to get it down. I will try to get back to it sooner instead of later cause I like the flow of it so far. I wont get into the game dynamics that led me down this path that way you can enjoy it solely as a short story instead of yet another path my role-playing creation has taken me. ) |
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Do you ever feel like someone is watching you? It's me! ~ Invoker The worthy GM never purposely kills players' PCs, He presents opportunities for the rash and unthinking players to do that all on their own." ~ Gary Gygax | |
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| Deleted User | Oct 22 2006, 04:35 AM Post #2 |
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you can delete this post later if you want but wow that sounds good |
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| Invoker | Oct 22 2006, 02:34 PM Post #3 |
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Lich King
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Why would I want to delete your post? I would just add to the original post so that others can comment. |
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Do you ever feel like someone is watching you? It's me! ~ Invoker The worthy GM never purposely kills players' PCs, He presents opportunities for the rash and unthinking players to do that all on their own." ~ Gary Gygax | |
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| Deleted User | Oct 23 2006, 12:35 AM Post #4 |
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i didn't want to ruin a good story, but yano i will want an autographed copy |
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| MCypher | Jan 13 2007, 12:47 AM Post #5 |
DM's Wife
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Fat chance he should charge you double . |
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