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The Human King
Einarr Kol Vilsidr


It is unusually warm for a winter day in Allkalder, the day that the king arrives.

People shuffle down the city streets, dressed in thick cloaks and furs. The early-afternoon is peaceful, pocked with spots of heat from forges and shopfronts that make the cold a bit more bearable as people go about their days; the smell of smoke and cooked meats hangs so thick that you might be able to cut it with a knife. Today, the sky is clear blue, absent entirely of the clouds that have brought days upon days of snow in the preceding weeks, and the sun is high and lurid, making the snowdrifts almost blinding if you stare at them for very long at all.

When the king and his procession arrive, it is somehow unexpected. He is late this year, and, in truth, many were beginning to whisper that he had met his death somewhere along the treacherous roads that lead to Allkalder. As horses begin to flood into the city streets, ridden by figures in heavy armor and thick fur, it immediately becomes apparent that he and his people had not met their untimely demise, though a few walking men and riderless horses suggest that not everyone was quite so lucky. The soldiers carry waving banners, and the king is barely visible at the center of him, his stiff gaze focused solely on the road before them. People scramble to move out of the way and pull up any stands or carts they might have on the side of the road.

The procession does not stop until it reaches the snow-covered city square. The king dismounts, his boots crunching in the hardened snow, and a pair of guards accompany him to stand on the platform which, though in a state of mild disarray because of the snow, still stands in preparation of his arrival. (Perhaps he notices the frigid stares of the fae nobles at the back of the crowd.)

“Those who think they are worthy of the position of warden,” the king says, then, his analytic stare colder than the icicles dangling from the roof above his head, “state your case.”



REPLY TO THIS THREAD ICLY BEFORE 2/1/19 WITH YOUR CHARACTER ANNOUNCING THEIR INTENT TO RUN FOR WARDEN TO BE ENTERED INTO THE DRAWING FOR THE POSITION.


"Speech"



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