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[*spoil]harry potter dies[*/spoil] without the *s.

Thoughts that go through the Mad King's mind, eh? This should be fun.

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Originally Posted by Frozen_Chips Idea: ‘Revenge of the Dead Bookah’ – a GW2 legacy story. Haha, I'm looking forward to it already. Konig Des Todes Ooo, pretty flower Join Date: Jan 2008 Citadel of the Decayed The Archivists' Sanctum [Lore] N/ 19 Sep 2011 at 17:06 - 145 Quote: Originally Posted by Death By An Arrow @Konig: What is the typical naming style for the Primeval Dynasty Elonians that you know? I'd be glad to help you come up with some hoity-toity royal names You all post a lot over the course of two days... Example names that I can find of ancient Elonian: Wintersday Primeval Kings: King Elswyth King Kole King Millius King Wenslauss Other Primeval Kings: Primeval King Jahnus Queen Nadijeh Queen Nahlah Queen Dahlah Ancient Sunspear Guard (same time period, but not likely same century): First Spear Janah Kojolin the Conciliator Sogolon the Protector Other ancient Elonians of unknown or Scarab Plague time periods: Dread Lord Onrah ("Dread lord" is likely a title to his undead-ness") Sahlahjar Palawa Joko Yomindhe Except Janah and those called queen, they are all male names. That's all that I can find. Well, the Awakened Undead bosses may be usable for a theme but I'm not sure. obastable Krytan Explorer Join Date: Nov 2005 Mo/ 20 Sep 2011 at 12:55 - 146 Quote: Originally Posted by Tzu [*spoil]harry potter dies[*/spoil] without the *s. Thoughts that go through the Mad King's mind, eh? This should be fun.

– Excerpt from the Tome of Time

Chapter 1

The streets bustled like a swarm of scarabs. The many high granite walls of Fahranur surrounded everything in the city, and at times even prevented the wind from entering. The only wind that entered the city came from the west, which was opened for the cliff’s edge. The city was built like a maze to ward off invaders in the early days of the kingdom. But there never were such invaders. Now, the winding and encircling passageways acted as ways to confuse travelers and give guides a large profit.

In the sunny day, there was only one cloaked individual in the city’s central plaza and bazaar. He stared up at the sky, the sun blocked by walls laced with vertical stripes and sparse reversed pyramid designs. The dirt was hardened by the heat of the sun, which also caused a slight rancid smell on occasion. The man’s hood fell off as he looked up, revealing his crimson hair and Orrian features.

The man sighed as he looked around. Those who were staring at him turned away. There were few Orrians in Istan, and all were viewed as nobles. Those who saw him would likely try to haggle him into buying unnecessary things.

He needed to leave.

“An Orrian traveler with blood-red hair? That’s pretty uncommon.” A quaking voice behind the traveler said. Turning around, he saw a small boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, in rags with a huge childish grin on his face. “Can you really be him?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, kid.” The man said, walking away.

“You’re him right? Right?”

The man ignored the boy, who in turn simply repeated his question.

“I’m no one.”

“No one is no one because everyone is someone.” The boy said cheerfully. “I’m someone too!”

“Leave.”

“Answer my question please. You’re him aren’t you?”

“I am a guy, so I am a ‘him,’ but I don’t see how that is of any importance.” The two have passed several bazaars selling things from fish and grain to pieces of cheap jewelry and clothing; faces turned toward and away almost instantly as the two passed by. Neither were loud.

“No no, I didn’t mean that.”

The man whipped around, his cloak spitting in the air. “Look kid, I don’t have time for your childish games. So leave me be. I’d rather not kill a kid, but I will if it’ll shut you up.”

“You also have a temper. You must be him.” The boy said, keeping his wide grin.

“You have a death wish, don’t you.”

“Almost. I just want to be like you, Konig. You are Konig, right?”

The man stared in silence at the kid, and the kid just continued grinning. A minute had passed before the man turned around and walked away again. “Don’t mention my name again.”

“I knew it!” The kid shouted excitedly as ran to catch up. “So will you teach me? Can you make me like you?”

“No.” Konig snapped.

Konig began walking at a faster pace, hoping to leave the kid behind, but the boy managed to keep up while constantly asking questions. Without realizing, Konig had been going in circles in the halls surrounding the central plaza. Nearly an hour had passed without change.

The boy, no longer grinning, began to pout. “Why are you so stubborn?” When Konig didn’t answer, the boy ran up and kicked him in the back of the knee, knocking Konig down.

“Little brat…” Konig grumbled.

“There you are!” A woman’s shout sounded through the area. Donned in white armor with a golden circle shaped like a shining sun on the chest, a member of the Sunspear Guard, protectors of the continent, the woman strode up and grabbed the boy by the ear. “How many times do I have to go out looking for you? I’m taking you home immediately! And you, I’m sorry for any trouble this boy has caused you.”

Konig said nothing as he stood up and brushed the dirt off of his cloak. In doing so his hood once more fell off.

“You’re Orrian? My apologies, you must be one of the visiting nobles that the king has sent out for. I will gladly escor-“

“I’m not a noble. I’m merely a traveler, nothing more.”

“You are too something more!” The boy shouted, grinning once more. “You’re Ko-“

Konig quickly covered the boy’s mouth. “I would prefer if you didn’t announce my name to the world, kid.”

The woman pulled Konig away from the boy, her face now glaring with fury. “And why would that be? Do you have a bounty on your head?”

Konig stared at the woman, shocked by the sudden change in her personality. “No, I’m not that foolish.”

“Right, well if that’s the case, then I guess you won’t mind coming to my office to double check, would you? Or would you rather be dragged there for harming King Onrah’s son?”

“It’s okay, he’s not a criminal. He’s just famous.” The boy smiled. “And what he did was my fault anyways.”

“I don’t trust anyone who refuses to give their name to me.” The woman said before straightening up. “I’m First Spear Janah, Fahranur’s my territory. And I’ll be having my eye on you… the other on this kid.” She turned around and began to drag the boy as he protested.

Konig remained still, staring at the two. Minutes had passed after they were out of sight when he finally moved, bursting into laughter. Those nearby turned curiously at him.

“Reminds me of when I was young.” He said, remembering the time he’d sneak out of his father’s estate just to be dragged back by the head guard, Afzal.


Chapter 2

Konig deeply breathed in the humid air around him, doing what he could to clear his thoughts after his annoyance with the kid. He had a purpose in this city, a reason why he came, and he could not be distracted.

In order to prevent disasters like what happened during the War of the Gods, Konig decided to hunt down those who would abuse magic. That day, when he fought for and against gods, he saw the destructive powers of magic – power which he wished he had. He witnessed the ability to reshape the landscape.

He came to Fahranur out of rumors claiming mystical phenomena happening – though the rumors never said what these events were. Konig was rather surprised the rumors were true; he felt the magic in the air. A strong and ancient magic that was from the time of the gods that ended over two hundred years ago.

As he stood there silently, traders and merchants came up to him offering various unnecessary goods – various forms of jewelry were the most common. He simply ignored them all, and they left him grumbling shortly after arriving.

With his mind clear, Konig snapped out of his little meditation. Immediately after checking if anyone was around, and finding that he was being left alone, Konig performed a simple scanning spell, searching for concentrations of magic. When the spell found a strong abundance of magic, it was supposed to flare into an arrow pointing its direction.

Nothing happened.

Furrowing his brow in confusion, finding it odd that no powerful magic was detected despite being able to feel its presence, he walked around the labyrinthine city at random. He passed markets and tents, where those who didn’t sell items worked, and oddly considering the amount of people, very few homes. The homes he did pass were often simple shacks of the poor, living in the narrower ally-like passages. No one had well-structured buildings here due to the laws of the city, allowing business only to those who have permits which only lasted between a week and a month.

Every now and then Konig activated the scanning spell again, constantly getting no reaction. He looked up to the sky in frustration, attempting to clear his thoughts once more, trying to find out why there were no concentrations of magic around him. In the sky, he saw the looming towers of the royal palace that lied in the southern portion of the city. They were the only structures capable of being seen over the tall walls that encased him and everyone else in the city.

With a shrug, Konig decided to head there next, still activating the scanning spell every now and then just to be sure he didn’t miss anywhere. Despite it being not that far away, a hundred feet at most, walking to the palace still took over an hour due to the winding passages. Until the last century, the palace was in the deepest part of the city – since then, they removed part of the city’s walls and gave direct access to the outside of the city, which led straight into a couple canyons and eventually a bog, effectively replacing artificial mazes with natural ones. The only purpose of this was to create a palace garden.

Just outside the palace grounds, and out of sight from the dozens of Sunspear Guards that kept the palace safe, Konig once more activated the scanning spell. A glow appeared, but held no form. Grumbling at the spell’s ineffectiveness, and deciding on researching on a way to improve it, Konig realized what was happening.

The source of magic was somehow being blocked. He knew that Fahranur couldn’t have been built on a magical hotspot – none existed that the six gods didn’t know of, and he was sure that they wouldn’t have let their precious humans build a city on top of one, in case someone used it for harm. Someone, or something, must have brought magic into the city, it was the only answer.

And to find out, there was only one means. He’d have to get into the royal palace, where the magic’s source appears to be.