The Prophet
It isn't long before the entirety of the land falls under your command. You instill loyalty through fear, plus an army of rockmen you created to protect your interests.
Living in the loftiest of castles, carved from the finest stone you are basically untouchable. You drink wine with gamblers, sleep with harlots and maim animals for sport. Within a years time, you have truly become a wicked man.
One day as you sit upon your golden throne roasting to cinders a jester who did not make you so much as grin, your wife sitting beside you groans indignantly.
"Something on your mind dear?" Your eyes still fixated upon the smoldering skeletal remains of the jester.
"Yes, my love.-" The words are dripping with sarcasm. "You are an abominable thug who should be tied to an anchor and thrown to the bottom of the sea."
You turn to her in dismay at this outrageous statement.
"You dare insult your king?"
"You're no king. You were given a magic staff from Sordint. You, in reality are a powerless fool. I could do the exact same thing as you if only that staff was in my hands."
"BUT IT'S NOT IS IT?!" You shout, taking great offense to this. Your wife leans back in her throne and folds her arms.
"One day, someone will take that staff from you and replace your cock with a thimble, then even those whores you bed won't touch you."
Her statement actually frightens you. You believe she aims to take the staff the first chance she gets. What do you do?!
Living in the loftiest of castles, carved from the finest stone you are basically untouchable. You drink wine with gamblers, sleep with harlots and maim animals for sport. Within a years time, you have truly become a wicked man.
One day as you sit upon your golden throne roasting to cinders a jester who did not make you so much as grin, your wife sitting beside you groans indignantly.
"Something on your mind dear?" Your eyes still fixated upon the smoldering skeletal remains of the jester.
"Yes, my love.-" The words are dripping with sarcasm. "You are an abominable thug who should be tied to an anchor and thrown to the bottom of the sea."
You turn to her in dismay at this outrageous statement.
"You dare insult your king?"
"You're no king. You were given a magic staff from Sordint. You, in reality are a powerless fool. I could do the exact same thing as you if only that staff was in my hands."
"BUT IT'S NOT IS IT?!" You shout, taking great offense to this. Your wife leans back in her throne and folds her arms.
"One day, someone will take that staff from you and replace your cock with a thimble, then even those whores you bed won't touch you."
Her statement actually frightens you. You believe she aims to take the staff the first chance she gets. What do you do?!