Ancient History

Prolouge

Revolt

Downfall of Telaxi

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Briger paces quickly down the halls, looking over his papers. “Oh dear, oh dear me.” His anxiety was obvious to his fellow servants. He doesn’t notice the dark skinned male walk up behind him. “Briger.” The voice has a resounding deep tone. Briger looks up in surprise, gasping as he nearly runs into the royal. The king chuckles, patting Briger’s head. “What’s bothering you, my friend?” Briger begins stumbling over his words, He sighs finally and clears his throat. “The fiefs are in an uproar, sir… They believe that since the disappearance of the queen, that our monarchy is easily disrupted. They need to hear your reason on the matter, Gerax,” He bows his head at the end of his words.

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    The grey haired monarch sighs, sitting on the rooftop of his home, his palace. Though it may be in ruins from the attacks, this place in the roof is untouched. He looks at his general, Alexandra. “We have to end this, Alexe.” She nods, “Should I ready the troops for an assault?” In response, Gerax shakes his head. “No. I’m going to surrender.” Alexe looks in surprise. “Gerax, are you certain?” He nods, looking off into the dark, frowning at the fires burning within his city. “Absolutely.”

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    The group of rogue commanders walk into the castle. Their followers had given them nicknames. The Eldest, who’s name was Artimus was called Moon, as his symbol was the three moons of Draco. The second eldest’s name was Chanda, they called her Passion depending on the person. The third was named Li, called Logic by his underlings. The fourth was Solaris or Sunling. Solaris was the youngest and easily the most temperamental.

    The first carried a long War-Scythe, writings on it’s handles were names, likely of the ones it’d killed as it was running out of space. The second held a long bow capable of a 105 pound draw weight. The Third had a crossbow, it’s bolt holder settled in a bag at his waist. The fourth, trying to outdo his fellow commanders, had a curved sabre. Though he was too keen to use it on unsuspecting fools.

        Artimus steps into the throne room and kneels before the old king. “Your highness, Gerax. I have news that concerns you and your kingdom. Tonight you will be taken into custody. By us.” Gerax smiles mournfully. “I knew that ahead of time, Artimus. Would you all like some tea? It's not poisoned I swear. My servants knew your favorite teas ahead of time due to your time here as my guardians. Sit.” He motions to the pillow seats before him in a half circle. “Peppermint for Chanda, lemon-mint for Solaris, rose-toffee for Li, and sage-cinnamon for Artimus.” He tells the mildly worried servants. “Treat our guests with respect for all they have done and will do for our kingdom. And the one to come.”

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The first part of our darling Ryan's history text book. In other words, freaking exposition. In a minorly creative way.