Post by Sire Halfblack on Jul 5, 2012 20:35:00 GMT
Events in Deci ~ Maii IM 1011
By Royal decree, an at the insistence of the absence Vizier, The Hundred sent out word to the rural lands that the people were to come into the city to escape the attentions of the Myronese armies on the march that had entered the territory over the past final Dawn. The decree proved remarkably effective, buoyed by the large number of institutions that had wisely been long sponsored by the city. By the end of the month the rural lands had emptied of all but the most isolated.
The city was also visited by its most beloved of sons, Charmin’ Billy, leader of wolves, folk hero and regarded as just the right sort to stick two fingers up at the Nobility and rulers of the city in the name of the common man. King Troy, as ever, saw Billy as little more than a rival for his people’s affections, and much to his Vizier’s exasperation, whenever he saw a rival the red mist seemed to descend and all common sense or listening to the advice of the Vizier to be cautious never went well.
With the long awaiting coming of the wolves to sate themselves on the Nobility in that ancient tradition of Wolf against the Blood King Troy was armed for battle, bristling with an alarming number of rituals he prepared joined with the Dark Knights of the Spire, lead by Dirk, ready to fight, and fight, in a fashion somewhat more honourably than one might expect of Deci.
A somewhat relaxed Billy approached Hightown having effectively brought an army of wolves up for a rumble to his home city right about the time the city was threatened with attack by Gnolls. He smirked with a nod and a wink at the grand scheme of an unseen manipulator, confident in a truce of sorts having been arranged by one whose authority exceeded even that of Troy. And so Billy stood in Hightown facing off against the Faceless King, mainly for the sake of form and the King stood defiant before him to hear his words.
Unfortunately another great power seemed unconcerned by such a possible truce and as Billy stood there, his army ready to defend the city, the head of this Legendary Wolf Prince was sliced clean from its shoulders, an of near impossibility, by a single child and as realisation of the identity of the child swept around the wolf packs slunk away.