Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-5614539-20150501044043

Once everyone returned to the city of Camlorn, they dissembled. Elyas went in to visit his father.

"Father?" he asked, as he pushed open the door slowly. Marsden coughed lightly, and Elyas turned to look at him. Even on the doors of death, Marsden was still a king. His papery skin stretched over his gaunt, regal face, and his dark green eyes burnt with a feverish light.

"Son? Is that you?" Marsden questioned. His voice, though thin, still commanded the strength and presence a king must have. Elyas affirmed him, and he said, "You're a good boy, Ely. Always were. And you'll be a fine king after I'm gone-"

"Don't say that, Father. You have time left." Elyas interjected.

"Silence, boy. I feel Arkay's bony fingers wrapped around my soul. I'll join her in his embrace soon enough." Marsden said, before lapsing into a coughing fit. "Bring the |sword and the | crown, son." Elyas protested, but Marsden snapped at him, steel in his tone. "I may be dying, and I may be your father, but I am still king, and you will '''obey me.

"Very well, Father." Elyas said, and left the room.

When he returned, Marsden had pushed himself into a sitting position. "Give them here, boy." he said, and Elyas handed them over. "Kneel." Elyas did so, dreading what was to come next. "In the view and by the grace of Akatosh, Talos, and all the Nine Divines, I name you, Elyas of the House Pelgrin, first of his Name, King of Camlorn and all her loyal territories, and Protector of the Faith in her fair lands. So say I, Marsden, once-King, of House Pelgrin, fifth of his name and Lord of the Lands." With this, Marsden lowered the sword to Elyas' left shoulder. "I, Marsden once-King, charge you with defending the Peace of Camlorn, of High Rock, and the peace of the Emperor Darius, of House Lariat, and Septim, Divines bless his soul. I charge you to keep the justice, and uphold the traditions and culture, of this fine land. So say I, Marsden once-King." The sword touched Elyas' right shoulder. "And I charge you to remember your mortality, your humanity, and remember the past." With this, the blade cut shallow beneath Elyas' left eye, mirroring Marsden's own scar, though this scar was not by his father. "Come, Elyas Pelgrin." Marsden intoned, as he lay the sword down, and picked up the crown. Elyas lowered his head, and Marsden affixed it, before handing him the sword. "Defend our fine lands, Elyas, King of Camlorn." Elyas sheathed the sword in his belt as a tear ran down his face. Suddenly, Marsden started coughing, gobs of blood flying out of his mouth. Elyas called, "Help! Help! Help the King!" and healers ran into the room, pushing Elyas out and ignoring his crown. As Elyas walked down the hall to his room, tears began rolling down his cheeks. "No, father, please. Don't die." He fell to his bed, crown and blade under his cloak, and drifted into sleep.