Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-25418438-20150813105847

(Have we timeskipped enough for the crows to reach the Fortress of Gold?)

Emeric lay asleep in his bed, though he slept his mind was racing with dreams, A root of poison, a golden palace buried in the ground, blue swords that shone in despair and a wolf with a snarling jaw come to signal his end. The King awoke startled and sweating. The curse of the Aulds he thought, Not since my ancestor Anders have we Auld men been in control of our destinies, merely vehicles of the whims of the Gods above, now I can't even rule my dreams. ''I will summon Tiberius and get him to double my guard, as for my dream, if it was prophetic, then the poisonous root must've been the second jarrin root, unused in the assasination. The blue swords are obviously Alpha and Omega, but the Golden fortress... Daggerfall maybe? No that can't be it, and of the wolf with the snarling jaw, it could be any of the three wolves currently in my sphere of influence.... Beren, Cassander or Wolfida... It must be him. He is afterall the only one who knows about the second jarrin root. Emeric sat upright and looked over at Alpha, If you are to be my doom he thought let it be that I first kill the beast sent to kill me by the Gods.''