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 Post Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:10 pm 
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Kingdom at the Crossroads


It was the middle of the Barbarian King’s reign and the end of the long dark times that had gripped the realm with a cold fist for so long and had turned the kingdom upon itself.

Though the northern lands had been far too busy fending off the Frost Giants and Dark Elves that had spearheaded the mysterious invasion of unrelated creatures. Even now they searched for their missing children, while the south was slowly tearing itself apart…

The Glen had dared to stand against the former King’s rule and had given sanctuary to an outcast from the Woodlands of the Point. This enraged some very influential patrons to the High Council and soon the entire Kingdom was in an uproar. Those in the Glen were heralded as traitors and threats of exile from the rest of the kingdom were openly spoken.

The populace of the Glen would no longer be under the protection of the Royal Armies and all goods and services from the main kingdom resources would cease. Those who occupied the lands of the Glen would be considered criminals and outlaws, as well as anyone caught harboring the known outcast.

Cries were raised on both sides and neither side would concede to the other.
Some demanded immediate action, others called for restrained consideration.
Many simply looked on in quiet confusion and fear, hoping not to be targeted by those who been granted power by some of the very populace who now stood against them.

Still others held the universal question unanswered…
Who should hold the power to control the lives of those within the kingdom…?

The heart of the Hills cried out for an answer…
A Leader to bring them out of the secret darkness and into the light of truth…
to bring the Power back to the People.

The kingdom stood at a crossroads…
and only time would write the history that was to come.


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Part II

The Council of Seven

The time of Sol was just beginning to show its presence as the dark and gray skies gave way to fluffy white clouds dotting the great expanse of azure, as if an entire flock of alabaster sheep were running across an infinite blue field above one’s head.

The land was cool to the touch and the breeze carried the sounds and smells of life and movement. The very spirit of the Hills was awakening, stretching her arms outward feeling the strength returning to her body after such a long and deep slumber.

The River Midnight ran its course through the entire length of the green belt and brought with it the memories of battles fought hundreds of years in the past. Many brothers died in those battles and the Dark Knight could still see the memories of their faces as they laughed together around many a late campfire.

The Land of the Sun had all but faded from the realm, much as the original home of the ancients. And like the ancients, those from the Land of the Sun held on to their dream with all the strength they could muster. They had tried to move their homes away from the river’s edge and from the ghosts of the fallen brethren who haunted those dark moss covered banks. But slowly those who called the Sun home began to drift away to greener fields and a brighter future, leaving only a few behind to stand alone.

Finally the small band of lost souls had found its way back to the greenbelt and the river that bore its name. Choosing a clearing a safe distance from the banks and the waters reach, the last of those from the Land of the Sun would cast their dice one more time.

This grand return to their native ground was both heralded and overshadowed by the serious nature and reason for the gathering of souls that now awaited the deliberations from the Council of Seven. Consisting of the King, Prime Minster, Royal Treasurer and four elected members of the populace, the Council was only convened in this nature when the stakes were high and the consequences dire. This time they were dire indeed, for they held the fate of the Glen in the balance of their decision.

Would the embargo continue? Would the Glen be left to defend their borders without the aid of the kingdom forces? Would those who called the Glen their home be marked as outlaws and outcasts from their own motherland? Would the Hills send troupes to the Glen, enforcing kingdom rule and detaining those caught harboring suspected violators?

The debates had passed, yet the questions still hung in the air and the tension could almost be seen as those gathered to hear the results from the Council of Seven waited for the answers.

At long last the Council meeting came to a close, if not a conclusion. The numbers were divided and the final vote which would decide the fate of the Glen was held in abstention and no action would be taken.

Confused, the attending populace could only look on as the Head of the Council related the decision process and the nature of the split vote.

“Three members of the Council believe that the kingdom would be better off without the Glen. And three feel that no action should be taken, with one vote abstaining.”

With that statement, the matter seemed to be closed…
Yet what would be the fate of the Glen…? the refuge…? the kingdom…?

Those questions remained unanswered…


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Part III

Power of the Dragon King

The heat of Sol was rising and soon the full season would be upon the land. The rivers would run dry and the ground would crack and burn with an unseen fire.
The great wave of travelers passing through the Walled City had come and gone with little notice by those in the Hills and preparations for a new monarch were already underway across the kingdom.

The eldest Dragon Lord had announced his intentions to once again sit upon the thrown and lead the Hills as its king. None dared challenge him, even the Barbarian King spoke not a word of protest. Being squired to the Dragon Lord did have its drawbacks as well as advantages and the Barbarian from the northlands knew full well the situation.

Deemed the “Puppet Master” by the Dark Saint himself, the Green Knight had held the strings of the high court for many seasons and none disputed his power. Though he would deny such claims, everyone felt its effect upon the kingdom as squire after squire took the high seat in the name of the Dragon.

Though powerful indeed, there were some in the Hills that held no love for those who carried the standard of the Winged Serpent. Only a few voiced displeasure with the status quo, but most stood in silence or whispered in quite southern corners away from prying eyes and ears. For none could hope to defend against the united forces of the dreaded northern lands and the Dragon Lords should they arrive to “enforce” the King’s Rule.

An uneasy alliance existed between the original southern lands and the newfound confederacy to the north, but it was made clear that the Dragons held sway across the Hills. With his Squires to surround and assure him of his greatness, the Green Knight would soon hold the highest positions within the kingdom and so have complete power over all who dwelled within.

The Dragon gripped the very heart of the Hills in its armored talons…
holding her fate in the balance of time.


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