- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Supernatural, Horror
To be a king is not the world's easiest job, especially when one is barely a functioning adult. For Sven, this couldn't be closer to the truth. His entire life he was told how to do pretty much everything, from which clothes to wear to what food to eat to even when to smile or stop laughing.
Then suddenly, out of the blue, his father passed away at the dinner table due to an unfortunate choking on a chicken bone incident, and Sven found himself the King of Panworld. His grief had been pushed aside, giving way to a panic that never left him, not even two years later. Sure, he had his father's old friend and vizier by his side, literally most of the time, but everyone was looking at him to make scary decisions.
Sven rubbed his hand against his forehead on the particular morning this epic tale begins, wondering how he would break the news of what he had just done to his vizier Tomus, better known to the common folk as Tomus Shiftyeyes. The young king had for once taken matters in his own hands, and now that action had been taken he was beginning to show signs of panic.
"My dear Sven, you're positively shining today." The high pitched voice came from the entrance of the throne room, and not a moment later in stepped the vizier, dressed in his usually white robes trimmed with blue. For someone with such a devious name, he didn't sport any black or red as most common villains in stories did.
"Oh," Sven muttered, wiping at his forehead, "it's just the sweat, really..." His voice trailed as he looked at Tomus, his entire being radiating nervousness.
"Yet it's quite chilly today." Tomus tapped at his pointy chin as he looked over the young king, wondering what was the matter. "Are you feeling well?"
"I sent it!" Sven couldn't help himself; he needed to spill the beans. "I sent out quite a few magpies earlier in the morning... calling for adventurers."
Tomus' eyes narrowed. "For what, my liege?"
"Adventurers," the king repeated with a gulp, "to find the scepter."
Then suddenly, out of the blue, his father passed away at the dinner table due to an unfortunate choking on a chicken bone incident, and Sven found himself the King of Panworld. His grief had been pushed aside, giving way to a panic that never left him, not even two years later. Sure, he had his father's old friend and vizier by his side, literally most of the time, but everyone was looking at him to make scary decisions.
Sven rubbed his hand against his forehead on the particular morning this epic tale begins, wondering how he would break the news of what he had just done to his vizier Tomus, better known to the common folk as Tomus Shiftyeyes. The young king had for once taken matters in his own hands, and now that action had been taken he was beginning to show signs of panic.
"My dear Sven, you're positively shining today." The high pitched voice came from the entrance of the throne room, and not a moment later in stepped the vizier, dressed in his usually white robes trimmed with blue. For someone with such a devious name, he didn't sport any black or red as most common villains in stories did.
"Oh," Sven muttered, wiping at his forehead, "it's just the sweat, really..." His voice trailed as he looked at Tomus, his entire being radiating nervousness.
"Yet it's quite chilly today." Tomus tapped at his pointy chin as he looked over the young king, wondering what was the matter. "Are you feeling well?"
"I sent it!" Sven couldn't help himself; he needed to spill the beans. "I sent out quite a few magpies earlier in the morning... calling for adventurers."
Tomus' eyes narrowed. "For what, my liege?"
"Adventurers," the king repeated with a gulp, "to find the scepter."
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The letter that our intrepid adventurers would receive, hand written and with errors, had the following words:oOoOo
oOoOo
oOoOo
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All those who wish to seek adventure,
Please Show yourself to Pan Palace before King Sven, Fourteenth Fifteenth of His Name and ruler of all Panworld, in five days time.
You will be seeeking Your quest will be detailed then.
You will be rewarded
Sincerely,
The King's Scribe
You will be rewarded
Sincerely,
The King's Scribe
It was clearly not written by someone who was used to writing letters, so the reader would know it right away wasn't the King's Scribe. However, the seal was very obviously not fake, a black inked balance. For someone who had nothing better to do, it was worth investigating whether this was a legitimate quest.
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