The Witch Son
and a swift justice to those that got away with it
ALL HAIL THE MESSIAH QUEEN
It is the nature of both people and kingdoms to rise and fall, just as surely as the sun will rise every morning and set every night. In a cycle they turn, a dance for all eternity. These comings and goings of people and kingdoms may seem ineffectual to an onlooker of Baekoth, an eternal and old land. But to those who live through these events, these risings and falls, it is everything. It is life, and it is only what they can make of it, only what they choose to make of it, and it is the only thing that matters to them.
Baekoth now is home to many who bow to The Messiah Queen and her god Aule, her rule extends through all of Dorelith, a country that once belonged to the seven kingdoms of man. Kings reduced to lords, wardens of land that was once wholly theirs, their bannermen had to witness them bend the knee and submit themselves as well. Her iron rule strengthens every year despite rebellion, and after three and twenty years who can hope to stop her now? She entrances the masses with her miracles of raising the dead and healing the sick, taking feelings of hunger or thirst away and showing them the might of Aule the merciful. She seeks to spread his love and mercy to all of Baekoth, and to smite those who would stand against him. She prepares the world for his arrival. The neighbors of Dorelith, the Orcs to the Freelands, the Elves to the great forest, and Taomar, the Daemon Empire in its budding, are all anxious at whether the conquering will continue to their lands. What few rebels there are left live in fear and hiding, some to Dorelith's mountains and others deep to the south, far from Citha; they are a nuisance to the Queen’s forces at best, but a persistent one.
A plot brews to the south where begins a rebellion of slaves who have thrown off their shackles, led by the once thought dead Princess of Citha, the Kingdom that The Messiah Queen first laid claim to and began her conquest with. The slaves move in secrecy, attacking slavers on their way to the great gladiator arena in Ruhar, leaving none alive to confirm their existence. They have the element of surprise, for now. When word gets out, this will cause trouble for the Princess who was shown mercy by the Messiah Queen all those years ago. Can these freed men even hope to survive this, let alone succeed in their quest to end slavery?
And still yet in other parts of Baekoth plots thicken and destiny uncoils. Taomar is busy building itself but relys on an economy of slavery and gladitorial entertainment from in Ruhar and the Elves are as silent in their forests as ever. The wind whispers that the Queen is no messiah, but a Witch Queen. The Freelands thunder with the heavy footsteps of the Orcs gathering. The waters ripple with the fretful splash of mermaids swimming. Even the Halflings in their protected valley grow curiously nervous. War looms over Baekoth, it is heavy in the air, and perhaps none will escape its bite.
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