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The Human King
Einarr Kol Vilsidr




Even in winter, Tilverki is hot enough to scald.

Perhaps this is why the king comes in the evening, as the sun is beginning to retire in the west; the sunset is a brilliant mesh of violet and gold, so particularly marvelous that one might wonder if it had seen the king and his procession coming. The narrow streets are already adorned with flickering, yellow-orange candles, half out of necessity – for the thick canopies that cling to most every doorway and storefront block out considerable amounts of light – and half for show. Tilverki knew that the king was coming. Tilverki anticipated his arrival, and the various city officials, in their usual, courteous fashion, prepared for his arrival. The sweet scent of desert flowers is nearly inescapable, and the road to the city square is lit by particularly impressive torches on both sides. Even before the procession arrives – before it even breaks the horizon, the cloud of accompanying sand a dead giveaway to its imminent arrival – many of the people of Tilverki, young and old and rich and poor and fae and human had lined up to watch from balconies and alleyways and sidewalks, as though it were all some fanciful parade.

(Silently, perhaps they said a prayer to their power of choice that the king would choose a warden as good as Rhen Vhastyra.)

The king and his procession travel slowly along the torchlit road, stirring up sand in their wake. In spite of the fanciful setting, they seem grim, and, though the candlelight and the boughs of bright flowers do something to assuage the tension their demeanor creates, as they make their way to the platform in the center of the city, the crowd, so eager and jovial at first, begins to murmur.

When the king climbs the platform, his face cast in shadows that the thousands of little lights cannot reach, they fall silent altogether.

“Those who think they are worthy of the position of warden,” the king says, his stare impossible to trace, “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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