Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20170621000455/@comment-24685738-20170622034030

~1st of Morning Star, 4E 269

The Red Rose of Wayrest, Queen of the City, sat on her throne, a wooden thing that the smallfolk claimed was a tree that had grown into that form many years ago. Personally, she did not believe the tale, but she also was not about to shut it down.

It made her seem powerful. As if the Gods themselves had blessed her reign.

And she needed that love, especially if her plans were to succeed.

"Please, Tandyl, you know I care not for the complications." Queen Shaena Larkspur said, tiredly, waving her hand. "I want High Rock, and I am going to take it."

She stepped up from her throne, ignoring her brother's protests and whining, turning to the massive window that overlooked the Iliac Bay. "High Rock needs to be united, brother, if we are to weather the storm that is surely going to come."

"Sister..." Tandyl said, his red hair shining in the torchlight of the great chamber. "It's an impossible dream. High Rock was never united, until the Legions came marching through."

Shaena watched the trading ships coming and going, bringing goods from all over. "Yes..."

She turned to her brother, her long red hair falling behind her like a waterfall of blood. "But they never had me."