Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-5614539-20150501201123

Elyas contiued his life for several days, going to visit his father every day to learn more about his role as king. He kept the | crown (I wasn't happy with how it looked, so I changed it) wrapped up and in a satchel, and he kept the sword hilt wrapped while he wore it at his side. This carried on until one morning...

Elyas awoke and got dressed quickly, before emerging into the hallway. Immediately, he knew something was wrong. It was deadly silent, and there were no servants hurrying around. He made solid pace into the throne room, and took in the grey, anguished faces of the people within. Slowly, he turned to Thoric, the castellan. "Thoric?" Thoric slowly said, "The King," and róse his eyes from the floor, "is dead, and missing the artefacts of succession." Elyas took it in for a moment, before reaching behind him and taking out the wrapped-up crown. He unwrapped it, and placed it upon his head. He also unwrapped the sword-hilt. He now possessed the sword, the. Crown and the cut upon his cheek. As one, the people assembled fell to the ground, and cried, "Long live the King!" Elyas turned and took his seat.

After everyone had dispersed, Elyas spoke to Thoric. "Send word to the other lords and kings of my father's death, and inform them the funeral will be held five days from now. Also, send for the body preparers, and have them place my father in a pyre." Thoric accomplished this quickly, with Falcons bearing messages flying off quickly.