The cobalt-blue walls of the royal dining hall were lined with intricate gold patterns to compliment the many opulent, jewel encrusted chandeliers. The mighty room was built in line with the holy meridian discovered centuries ago by Alexandria's great cartographers. At the north head of the central table stood a beautiful gold throne that stretched skywards the height of ten men, adorn with rubies and sapphires and carvings of symbols that got more sacred as you got higher up. Slumped right at the bottom of it was the King of Alexandria, head on hand, utterly miserable.
"I saw summora dem cloaked jokers skulking about the courtyard last night". The voice came from the court jester, a disgusting little man wilding a sceptre, which he waved under the King's nose.
"Carrying a whole dead cow between 'em too, I watched 'em, and they still managed to get past your stupid guards". The King said nothing.
"You don't 'spect…" the fool scanned the crowd dramatically (a priest, the head guard and two nobles all huddled around the north end of the massive table avoiding each others gaze)
"You don't 'spect it's more pagans
"Who else would it bloody be" the king spat into the table.
The old priest, who had attended countless meetings with the King and his fool before, thought it best to interject.
"Well say this gorge is
becoming a beacon for heathen worship. The church has dealt with barbarians before. With a little extra funding we could launch a campaign to end this stupid fad in a week. Temporary lapse of royal power is normal you know. Those churls can't even agree on a god, let alone launch an insurrection".
"Wot kinda lapse is that, shortknob? Lest ye ferget, Sire is the great great great great great great great great great grandson of the primordial architect wot was birthed from the sacred ooze and rules over all life, ent ya Lord?"
The King eyed the jester scathingly.
"In any case… we need to do something about the demon rumours. Albin, you said even some of your men got caught up in the hysteria? Eventually I want to send science expeditions down the gorge, once we get Hellensgard or one of the other academic provinces on our side. For now I want the city under quarantine. Turn away any pilgrims and arrest any emigres. I will not have Alexandria known as the portal to false worlds."Good project, I hope it picks up. I feel like I might be ruining tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.