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King Dormot’s mind had been waning out along with his health in the last few years. Prior to yesterday he hadn’t come out of his room at all, attended closely by servants for everything from meals and bowel movements to errands and bedtime stories. The kingdom assumed he would die off any day now and many of them were already wearing the traditional black garb of mourning.
The servants spoke of voices coming from the king’s chambers, but finding the room empty (save for their liege) upon entering. Everyone assumed it was madness, the king sinking into the depths of insanity in what was clearly the final throes of death.
But yesterday the king strolled out of his chambers with a straight back and a powerful stride. He sat in on the councils his son, Prince Torak, had been holding; and informed the prince that the king was back and would resume his rule.
Her was the picture of good health, had an appetite and a thirst for wine and women. He was back, and more alive than ever before.
But there was something else about him that didn’t seem quite right, more than just his sudden rejuvenation. There was a darkness to him that was never there before, an edge of evil to his demeanor. It was nothing that anyone could directly put a finger on, but something had happened to him, something had breathed life back into him along with a strange and sinister edge that was never there before.
Something was very wrong.
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King Dormot’s mind had been waning out along with his health in the last few years. Prior to yesterday he hadn’t come out of his room at all, attended closely by servants for everything from meals and bowel movements to errands and bedtime stories. The kingdom assumed he would die off any day now and many of them were already wearing the traditional black garb of mourning.
The servants spoke of voices coming from the king’s chambers, but finding the room empty (save for their liege) upon entering. Everyone assumed it was madness, the king sinking into the depths of insanity in what was clearly the final throes of death.
But yesterday the king strolled out of his chambers with a straight back and a powerful stride. He sat in on the councils his son, Prince Torak, had been holding; and informed the prince that the king was back and would resume his rule.
Her was the picture of good health, had an appetite and a thirst for wine and women. He was back, and more alive than ever before.
But there was something else about him that didn’t seem quite right, more than just his sudden rejuvenation. There was a darkness to him that was never there before, an edge of evil to his demeanor. It was nothing that anyone could directly put a finger on, but something had happened to him, something had breathed life back into him along with a strange and sinister edge that was never there before.
Something was very wrong.
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