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With the Searing Plague over for now. After months of seclusion in the Kingdom of Alesia, we once again stepped out onto the causeway. A deleterious step forward was too much though; smell, sight and taste of detritus overwhelmed. Corpses of those who succumb to the plague seemed to be haphazardly piled, strewn along the roadsides and pressed into once proud, orderly homes of families who were all lost to the plague, homes that are now marked to be torched.
A commotion arose nearby, as the hollowed bodies of Count Barbazu and Count Bacuss of the Kingdom of Vornair were discovered, protected under the cloak of Count Anders. Both were in a withering, insect infested pile of the dead; however, no trace of Count Anders was ever found, other then his 5,891 page journal containing the legal structure of Vornair. With that the High Council were taught a most dispassionate lesson – never oppose the word of King Adam Rhyne. Among the wreckage, Count Arisilde appeared limping and bled by the scorn and torment brought upon by King Adam Rhyne; a well-trained dog always returns home, and Count Arisilde is. So, returning to Penrith he marched to kiss the hands, rings and feet of his most royal and controlling monarch. As Arisilde determinedly followed the call home with a cloak between his legs, a poster on a nearby notice board allowed pause. “Monarchies Summit – A Vote for our Shared Community,” on it the proud signature of all monarchies rested. The potential of a shared consensus loomed in grandeur of story and inspiration, in our own dogged pursuit we ventured to the capital of Kairos. While our fated adventure had begun, the discussions in Chrysopolis had too.
The most powerful men in all the lands were alone in a room waiting for the most powerful of them all – the King of Vornair. On entering King Thared’s keep, a spectacle of energetic reds and golds gleamed from his attire, and were jovial with the sun’s rays at King Adam Rhyne’s back. Approaching the round-table as an equal the King of Vornair, bequeathed onto the group of monarchs the idea of altering the table for the benefit of all kingdoms. Assured by words and want for cooperation and benefit, the other monarchs reluctantly or otherwise agreed. With a declaration set two guards approached the table and sawed an edge into it. Now the table was the shape of a crystal ball in its stand – a truncated circle. With the King of Vornair and Fortuna perched as equals at the top, the future had become much clearer to those who encircled the bottom. Unwilling to neglect an opportunity for discussion and shared community wants, rather than self-aggrandizing. The Kings of Bordweall, Kairos and Alesia had mires as choices if any left and instead continued with the summit.
Nevertheless the discussion in the summit marched forward. Details for each map were debated, relinquished and then reapplied vehemently, and the discussion at the two-sided round table continued. Pause was only given to the cardinal needs and urges of the monarchs, otherwise it was debate, details and discussion. Days fell to nights, and nights rose to welcome days – but there was seemingly no end, no compromise. Until, an agreement from the Kingdoms of Kairos and Alesia – B. Then the Kingdom of Bordweall and uncharacteristically Fortuna – B. The room was coldly silent, as the King of Vornair calculated in earnest. For agreement was not seen as a possibility, yet it had been declared. So, King Adam Rhyne spoke, “I must confer with the High Council of Vornair.” It rattled through the keep, as the monarchs protested. This is a summit of Kings and Queens to discover a collective agreement that all our communities can share, we have reached that agreement. However, refusing their words the King of Vornair retreated.
The room that King Rhyne retreated was macabre with its display. Count Barbazu and Bacuus had been cleaned and clothed strapped into chairs; even with empty skulls and eclipsed eyes it was the presentation of advice that was more important, rather then what their collapsed lungs could not say. In the room the echelons of Vornair society were present all vainly wanting the attention of the King’s ear. All dissenting against the others’ choice: H – Consort Duchess Rheika Hart cried; T – Duke Morbis Alabast reminded; I – Duke Balen demanded; and S – High Council whispered. Always divided and internally vying for power – Vornair’s fractures were becoming more evident. Hours passed as the other monarchs sat waiting for the decision of Vornair, waiting for what was best for the community. Then an eruption of cheers, praises circled through the keep as the King of Vornair exited the room. The hopeful monarchs, sat slightly taller, waiting and wanting to hear the news for the community. Without seating King Adam Rhyne strode to the table, placing his hand on the King of Fortuna’s shoulder and spoke a single letter before leaving the summit – N.
With that, what was wanted by four monarchs and their communities had been eclipsed by one.
The rest of the monarchs sat perplexed having been condemned by the creators. How could the influence of one decide the fate of thousands for years? Why had the creators favored Vornair? Surely, the tribute and communities of four, three or even two kingdoms are worth one. However, without divine interventions of equity or fairness from the creators or communities it seems that Vornair has not built, but decided for us all.