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The Human King
Einarr Kol Vilsidr



The river is frozen over in chunks in Nyker, but it still bubbles pleasantly in the growing afternoon warmth.

The city is comfortable and quiet, and it seems to laze in the warming weather. The past few days have been bitterly cold, but today, most of the snow has melted and the thick patches of ice have begun to thaw. (Some particularly superstitious people say that it warmed in anticipation of the king’s arrival.) As might be expected of a city full of artisans and exotic merchants, the streets are decorated with elaborate woodcarvings, statues, and all manner of other arts, and the most unique and valuable wares are all out on the streets – from strange, caged animals to expensive perfumes and jewelry. Citizens amicably browse their selections (which are really nothing more interesting than they might find on any other day in Nyker), and, in spite of the nip of cold and the hint of a strange, almost uneasy anticipation to see who the king might appoint as the next Warden, excitement at the spectacle seems to have outweighed most misgivings.

The king and his procession arrive later than anticipated; the sun is beginning to sink towards the edge of the sky when the sight of armored figures on horseback, the steel of their plate gleaming in the sunlight, appear on the horizon. They come into town quickly, but they slow in a wave when they see just how crowded Nyker’s streets are in anticipation of their arrival. (A few horses seem on the verge of spooking at the sight of the caged animals – there is a dragon here and there, and big cats, and wolves, and bears.) They make their way towards the city square at a slow, respectable pace, but they pay little mind to the citizens along the way.

At the end of their journey, the king dismounts his horse and climbs up the low stairs to the platform set up in the city center. As though he expects trouble (in spite of Nyker’s amicable reputation), he is armed to the teeth.

“Those who think they are worthy of the position of warden,” he says, taking a hand through his thick, dark hair, “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.




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