Midsummer, it’s a wonderful time: celebration, alcohol and jumping off of shit. I wander to my mother who is sat upon the throne in Aames, I am her prisoner but as her son I guess I get to act like it sometimes.
“There are cannibals in the woods? As well as elves, Druids and mages who are looking to free themselves from tyranny.” My mother’s soft voice coming through to my ears, I proceed into the throne room where she sits upon her throne, alone.
“Yes and isn’t Legatus Zachary and the Madermic legion there?” She chortles,
“Then I guess we’ll be hearing about the king being made into human skewers.” Sick woman, filled with madness… like her child, brought on by the same person.
“Mother, it wouldn’t be wise that Zachary and his legion be slaughtered… the shattered remains would land upon your shoulders and then the cannibals will become a threat themselves.” She looks to me; the man stood down from the throne is a man of six foot, he’s dressed in a suit with a revolver placed on his hip.
“So tell me of these cannibals and their activities… Tayovason can listen as he is the leader of my guard.” He looks to me and then another man, not of his high nor of his weigh comes in: Nero is his name a member of Zachary’s war council.
“Oh Nero… you’re just in time to hear of the cannibals and such.”
“Zachary wishes war with the empire… that is what I am here for not to hear about cannibals.” Selventine looks down to Nero and smirks, a sadistic smile near laughing with hate.
“Talion here wished to talk about these cannibals and he may do… you shall talk after him, until then stand there and shut the fuck up.” She laughs a short, giggle and turns back to Talion. “Go ahead.”
“Well, they’re an odd strain of evil… as you know eating the flesh of there victims, but they are hiding in the woods of Fames amongst the Druids and the elves.”
“Lucky dwarves.” I giggle to myself,
“Is that all? Delightful you may leave now if you have nothing else to say Talion… let’s let Nero hear his own voice.” Talion bows to his queen and walks from the throne room not making contact with anyone else. The throne room stays quite for a bit whilst Nero walks to address the queen, I stare around the room taking in its classical artwork and pieces of torture scattered around the place. The statue of a famous king stands in the middle, I don’t remember who; I don’t remember much really, I apparently was a poet or a fighter… I don’t even think I can fight anymore, something broke in me maybe it’ll happen again.
“Now tell me Nero about the Legatus.” Nero smiles and looks to me, I have taken stand next to him, closer to the queen. “I do not have all day, now speak.” She snaps brutally.
“Well he wishes to break The Maderms away from the empire after he crushes the rebellion with the help of his brother.” Selventine does not seem pleased with that,
“That beast has caused more harm than good… I have the right mind to have him hanged, but if the Legatus wishes to play this way… well I guess he cannot have his help of escaping the clutches of the empress.” She sternly says and Nero looks to her with sorrowed eyes,
“With the king-slayer you can accomplish a lot with that mind and power.”
“He doesn’t even know of that mind or that damn power… now hear me, tell the damn Legatus that if he wishes for The Maderms to be united under one flag then he must keep his brother as a prisoner and not as a centurion in his own command.” She doesn’t get angry, mother keeps calm and composed sitting in her throne.
