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The Human King
Einarr Kol Vilsidr



It is early morning in Saevar when the king arrives. The sun has only just risen over the sea – it casts a pale orange glow over the water that could almost be eerie.

His arrival is accompanied by a cacophony of sound. Horses swarm the streets alongside him, ridden by guards that are armed to the teeth. Most are human, but a few fae are among them; one holds a small, jewel-tone dragon clutched to her chest, soothed by some magical ability. They ride to the city square, and the growing crowd parts for them. (Whether it is a sign of respect or an attempt to avoid being trampled by the procession is unclear.) Children cling to the hands of their parents. Old men with oak-tanned skin from days at sea watch suspiciously from the shadows, and a fae woman carelessly sharpens a knife. The air seems to hum with tension. His arrival was expected, though he is a bit late this year, but he is always a strange figure to behold. Most of the year, to the people on the island, he is more myth than man.

The king dismounts his ink-black stallion, and he strides to take a place on a raised platform at the center of the square. The worn wood creaks beneath his boots, and the sword at his hip clacks menacingly in the growing silence. For a moment, he regards the crowd with cold, cutting eyes, as though he is sizing up each and every figure present among them. It seems to last much longer, in the discomforting quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

“Those who think they are worthy of the position of warden,” he says, finally, in a voice like gravel, “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"



bow to the crown
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