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Four Thousand Club
@Gilmoregirl12
The kingdom of Aaragorn was, once upon a time, a relatively peaceful land, the fields had their crops rotated as the seasons passed which kept the people's bellies full, the ports stank of fresh fish and the strong scents of foreign goods and spices and the mines pulled valuable ores of all sorts in amounts more than sufficient for the needs of the people. All in all, Aaragorn was in a state of prosperity which had lasted almost a full three generations since the great drought.
The mountain ranges of the North were home to the Karls, a family of fair haired brutes who ruled over their lands with firmness and justice, their mines were the richest in the land, and as well as gems and iron there was mined gold, the Karls were indeed a wealthy family and their people were hard people, they worked from dawn till dusk and their sick and elderly were sent South, to be cared for as the climates and high altitudes were no -place for the sickly and the old.
The fields and grasslands of the east were ruled by the Urichs, a kind and gentle family of rulers, their fields fed the kingdom from the lowliest peasant to the highest king, while lacking any real armed force the Urichs instead relied on their great array of friends for protection, afterall, if one rival kingdom decides they want the fertile lands of East Aaragorn for themselves, all other surrounding nations would intervene as the Urichs were responsible for their own people's capacity to have food during the winters.
The south lands were ruled by the Farsfields, the South is considered the least in terms of landmass compared to the rest of Aaragorn but the South is where the kingdom's ports are located, the only area of Aaragorn that is by the sea. the Farsfield fleet has long been renowned for their fighting prowess and their hunting abilities when dealing with pirates and enemy nations, and their ports supply tons of fish and foreign goods on a daily basis.
and finally, the dry-lands of the West, the only place in the kingdom of Aaragorn where things have never truly prospered, but still it is needed. Ruled by the Akad clan, not a noble house like the rest of the areas of Aaragorn the Akads are a tribe, the head of a larger tribal coalition charged with one thing, to keep the kingdom of Aaragorn safe from the Slavers of the desert beyond Aaragorn's borders, the Akad's "bloodriders" are feared even among the fiercest of Aaragorn's soldiers. the Akads serve Aaragorn in exchange for food and materials ranging from wood and ore to medicines and reinforcements. they hope to build their own noble house and they are well on their way.
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Our tale begins on the night of Aaragorn's king's final night. His great palace, which shines like a thousand emeralds during the warm sunny days (thus it's name, the Emerald Palace) lies in his bed. Surrounding him are the Kingdom's finest physicians, all clad in white and red robes, their faces covered by thick white veils and in the case of Saaraki, the head shaman of the Akad tribe, her eyes also covered by two thick bandages, as she uses her sense of touch to feel for what's wrong with the kings body.
Alas, their efforts are in vein, for at the stroke of midnight, the king heaves in his bed, his chest rises more than it has in many years, his eyes open, if only for a moment, and without a word he exhales, and his heart goes still. the Physicians panic all through the night, hoping to save the king, but at the break of dawn they finally stop and back away... "Well..." spoke Darius, the Palace physician "Someone's going to have to inform the queen... and the princess"
As the morning goes on, the queen exits her chambers "Darius! Darius!" she calls out, still in her bed, her hair a mess and her face an unnatural pale, as the years of heavy makeup have turned her face pale and sullen. The door opens, two guards, both clad in shining silver armor with face covering helmets in the shape of a falcon and a wolf respectively, enter the room with Darius in between them, Darius walks in still in the attire he wore when the King died, his hands linked in front of him at his waist and his head down, his hair was also a complete mess, the result of pushing his fingers through it again and again from stress. "Tell me Darius, Robert... how is he?" Her voice was full of fear and anxiety, the tiredness she was no doubt feeling completely overwhelmed by those other two emotions.
Darius took a deep sigh, he was shaking as he raised his head, knowing the queen may demand his head for failing her husband in such a dire way "M-My lady... King Robert... my lord..." he gulped as the queen pursed her lips in angry impatience "At midnight, your husband took a great deep breath, and a moment later, he died... we tried all through the night but I'm sorry my lady, we couldn't..." the queen sat back in her bed, her face one of total defeat "guards, this man killed your king" she spoke in monmotone, as if she was ordering something off-hand "BUT MY LADY!" interjected Darius in pure panic "take his head, quickly" Darius continued to beg and plead and scream, but the guards hauled him off, one grabbing him by his left arm, the other squftly breaking his right arm and then proceeding to drag him by his hair... the queen was indeed a cruel woman... with the king gone, there would be no-one to rein her in.
The queen glared at the door "Come in girl! get my gown! I have something to tell my daughter"
(shall we play a bit here before YC is called for her coronation? or shall we speed through this prologue bit?)
The kingdom of Aaragorn was, once upon a time, a relatively peaceful land, the fields had their crops rotated as the seasons passed which kept the people's bellies full, the ports stank of fresh fish and the strong scents of foreign goods and spices and the mines pulled valuable ores of all sorts in amounts more than sufficient for the needs of the people. All in all, Aaragorn was in a state of prosperity which had lasted almost a full three generations since the great drought.
The mountain ranges of the North were home to the Karls, a family of fair haired brutes who ruled over their lands with firmness and justice, their mines were the richest in the land, and as well as gems and iron there was mined gold, the Karls were indeed a wealthy family and their people were hard people, they worked from dawn till dusk and their sick and elderly were sent South, to be cared for as the climates and high altitudes were no -place for the sickly and the old.
The fields and grasslands of the east were ruled by the Urichs, a kind and gentle family of rulers, their fields fed the kingdom from the lowliest peasant to the highest king, while lacking any real armed force the Urichs instead relied on their great array of friends for protection, afterall, if one rival kingdom decides they want the fertile lands of East Aaragorn for themselves, all other surrounding nations would intervene as the Urichs were responsible for their own people's capacity to have food during the winters.
The south lands were ruled by the Farsfields, the South is considered the least in terms of landmass compared to the rest of Aaragorn but the South is where the kingdom's ports are located, the only area of Aaragorn that is by the sea. the Farsfield fleet has long been renowned for their fighting prowess and their hunting abilities when dealing with pirates and enemy nations, and their ports supply tons of fish and foreign goods on a daily basis.
and finally, the dry-lands of the West, the only place in the kingdom of Aaragorn where things have never truly prospered, but still it is needed. Ruled by the Akad clan, not a noble house like the rest of the areas of Aaragorn the Akads are a tribe, the head of a larger tribal coalition charged with one thing, to keep the kingdom of Aaragorn safe from the Slavers of the desert beyond Aaragorn's borders, the Akad's "bloodriders" are feared even among the fiercest of Aaragorn's soldiers. the Akads serve Aaragorn in exchange for food and materials ranging from wood and ore to medicines and reinforcements. they hope to build their own noble house and they are well on their way.
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Our tale begins on the night of Aaragorn's king's final night. His great palace, which shines like a thousand emeralds during the warm sunny days (thus it's name, the Emerald Palace) lies in his bed. Surrounding him are the Kingdom's finest physicians, all clad in white and red robes, their faces covered by thick white veils and in the case of Saaraki, the head shaman of the Akad tribe, her eyes also covered by two thick bandages, as she uses her sense of touch to feel for what's wrong with the kings body.
Alas, their efforts are in vein, for at the stroke of midnight, the king heaves in his bed, his chest rises more than it has in many years, his eyes open, if only for a moment, and without a word he exhales, and his heart goes still. the Physicians panic all through the night, hoping to save the king, but at the break of dawn they finally stop and back away... "Well..." spoke Darius, the Palace physician "Someone's going to have to inform the queen... and the princess"
As the morning goes on, the queen exits her chambers "Darius! Darius!" she calls out, still in her bed, her hair a mess and her face an unnatural pale, as the years of heavy makeup have turned her face pale and sullen. The door opens, two guards, both clad in shining silver armor with face covering helmets in the shape of a falcon and a wolf respectively, enter the room with Darius in between them, Darius walks in still in the attire he wore when the King died, his hands linked in front of him at his waist and his head down, his hair was also a complete mess, the result of pushing his fingers through it again and again from stress. "Tell me Darius, Robert... how is he?" Her voice was full of fear and anxiety, the tiredness she was no doubt feeling completely overwhelmed by those other two emotions.
Darius took a deep sigh, he was shaking as he raised his head, knowing the queen may demand his head for failing her husband in such a dire way "M-My lady... King Robert... my lord..." he gulped as the queen pursed her lips in angry impatience "At midnight, your husband took a great deep breath, and a moment later, he died... we tried all through the night but I'm sorry my lady, we couldn't..." the queen sat back in her bed, her face one of total defeat "guards, this man killed your king" she spoke in monmotone, as if she was ordering something off-hand "BUT MY LADY!" interjected Darius in pure panic "take his head, quickly" Darius continued to beg and plead and scream, but the guards hauled him off, one grabbing him by his left arm, the other squftly breaking his right arm and then proceeding to drag him by his hair... the queen was indeed a cruel woman... with the king gone, there would be no-one to rein her in.
The queen glared at the door "Come in girl! get my gown! I have something to tell my daughter"
(shall we play a bit here before YC is called for her coronation? or shall we speed through this prologue bit?)
