The Sorcerers King: The Crown of the Stag

Episode 1:Stand now as the Antlers of Grace. Chapter 1. Feyholder

Time. It takes its toll on all of us, even you. your grace, you will end up in a blood bath of your own making. Time strains out a life and ends it abruptly. Things throughout my time haven't made sense, and I'm sure your life will only get more unpredictable. but life is so short. Starts, ends. You stand centuries of life, knowing nothing of the world yet to come, drenched in your long life expecting it to be anything more than just prolonged mortality. Death can be harsh, Marfen knows no mercy and life a living hell. seems reality is not as kind as we wish. We may need patience, but in the end, nothing is forever. Time kills, how much time do you think you have?'

The question lingers for seconds with no answer. Carabaan sits lobsided against a wall. Over his speech he spoke whilst scratched at the stone wall in the cell, an action that seemed to have blunted his nails and damaged his fingertips to the point of bleeding, all only within the two days he was a resident of the royal prison. his beetle eyes stare through the musty air in an almost soulless contact towards the King whose expression combinates of disgust towards the smell of urine that lingers with the tired disappointment of ignoring a question. Carabaan picks his head up off the wall, with a smile. His head wobbles side to side as his eyes flicker. He leans in to make eye contact and a disturbing smile. Farché stands up in reaction and turns his back to the prisoner holding back a tear in his eye.

His royal robes present powerfully in their blue, white, and silver glow. His silky hair decorates over his robes and presents the thin bronze crown then meets the centre in two points, emanating a mighty presence like the antlers of a stag.

'With what has occurred as of recently, I would've thought you understood the severity of the occasion.' he swallows his breath and turns around 'My father is dead due to your sedition, and another two men died with details unfathomable. Now I will ask you again, were you or were you not involved with the death of my father?. Carabaan allows this question to simmer for a second.

'Marfen is not our worshiped god, so any murder on my ordered front, is not done without valid reason.'

'Enough with your gods already, I dont give a shit about a death god. Your stupid religion exists treacherously and is not welcomed here for its treasonous conspiracy. As Im sure you have realized. All I want right now is information, and what contribution you had to the late kings death. I want to know if you murdered my fucking father. He looks down to calm himself. Stepping back to recuperate.  He thinks back to his father. And then towards his son and the legacy he needs to uphold in his family. He Looks towards Geddon through the bars of the door. Guarding the realm of the prison cell. He looks back towards the prisoner who smiles in a mass of derision followed with an uncontrolled animalistic laugh. Whats the laughter for? Farché Scorns back.' do you want to see your Malen god of death? or is your humiliation upon yourself not enough, the men and women out there wish to see your head on a spike. Be grateful for the time Ive let you live.' he intends to list threats but fails to bring them out of his mouth. Residing nearly thankful of the interruption that occurs as a by a knock on the door rings through the room. Geddon booms through the barred windows on the door.

'Aimar the Whisperer is here to see you, your grace' Farché disturbs himself.  Turning to the sound and back, advancing towards the prisoner. Grabbing him by the chin to stop the laughter.

I will get back to you, and my new guest, will be interested in what you have to say to him. He spits.

a small 'Im interested to meet him too' mutters from his breath as Farché leaves.

Aimar stands with a nervous unease as Farché moves through the door. The two elves walk slightly away from earshot of the cell. Hes entered Hikaylia I presume The king whispers to the Lord.

Your grace, hes entered the outer wall. Probably outside now. The reply shakes. Perhaps its within reason to not negotiate the politics till after your coronation dont you think. It might jeopardize your position and the Kingdoms as a whole.