Mercury, a foreign metal to the inhabitants of Volcania’s mainland, would be alluring and the sulfur will mask its poisonous taste. His gifts were sure to be loved by the King.Ĭinnabar, Devil’s Stone they will call it. He would tell his escorts his story and they would deliver him to the King with his people’s gifts and hopefully all would go well for him. He headed to the mountains and to the Old Royal City where he would find an escort to the King who now resided in Capital City.Ī golem traveling alone for such a long time would surely be forgiven if he claimed ignorance of the fact the Royal City had moved. And his land produced the most exotic of all. Instead he would seek favor with her son, a lover of exotic gems he had heard. Though Her Highness had fallen, he had come so far already he did not wish to return. It was much to the Mineralt’s dismay when he caught word of her fall in battle during his long journey. They had heard rumors that the Usurper Queen, Ailammi, was not interested in the land’s hematerra. But with this new family in power the island peoples wanted their favor. They had stayed hidden for the most part during those times. His people had not been apart of the old kingdom for fear of sharing their rather unique and limited hematerra, or Land’s Blood, with the previous linage of royals.
He had come by boat to the Active Lands from his home on the mysterious Island of Mineralis. It had been a hard journey through the warring lands, but the Mineralt had finally made it to the Core Region with the gifts from his people. Not that it would make a difference if the King saw or not.
He turned and exited through the massive double doors and allowed his anger’s heat to flare just before they closed behind him. The official did not have to play with his face to make it look disappointed and unimpressed when he sighed and said “The order will be given at once”. This is no matter of importance, only lives and land at stake, his body said. “Yes, Yes all the same I suppose.” The kings orange red color did not flare at the correction, his eyes and face appeared unworried and uninterested in his own ignorance. The late Queen’s passing had left her son to inherit this war torn land and he had never been interested in the unification process let alone the war that was necessary to bring the process to fruition. There was much the representative kept to himself these days. “Excuse me Your Majesty, but General Ourt is stationed in North Biotia, the platoon asking for assistance is spearheaded by Commander Frijk.” Maybe if you get off your rump and look at a map you would know this. “If General Ourt needs more to win his battle with the Amblers, then send him more.” His Majesty took his gaze from the slave girls, but did not stand. But he was the only heir that Queen Ailammi left to the people. He did not have the mind for strategy nor the patience for unifying the fractured nation. King Swerdon, second ruler of his lineage, was comfortable ruling from his throne while the land was split and warring. A pig sits the throne, he thought, his honorable mother, the Usurper Queen, would be ashamed of what her fall in battle had led to. They fed him the stones and flashed him their lusterous bodies. A large plate of ores and gems was held in front of His Majesty by comely slave women from the eager-to-please Biotia Region. They are few in numbers now, and request additional troops to fight the good fight against the Amblers.” The Representative looked up from his stone slate to the King in his throne, awaiting his order. “Your Majesty, the fleet that was sent to the Great Fork of the River Ro has suffered defeat and retreated to the mountains east of the battleground.
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