Post by coochiesnatcher on Aug 16, 2021 17:41:05 GMT
Cymry the Rightful faced his cousin Asketil the Corrupt. ‘’Embrace her Lady’s light, Asketil.’’ Cymry said with sword in hand. Asketil arose from his seat, expecting defeat he reached for his dagger. Cymry readied his blade response, expecting his cousin to duel him. But Asketil cried out: ‘’Cymry the Usurper, a disgrace to your family. A false man leading a false rebellion against his own king and kin. How dare you.’’ Cymry reached his hand out to his cousin and said. ‘’My king, yes, I am guilty of betrayal. But our king had betrayed his people. This is not my rebellion, it is created by your actions. But even you can be redeemed, and help you embrace her Lady’s light.’’ Asketil shook his head and said ‘’No Cymry, I am too far gone, my heart has turned to stone, and I cannot live in the light.’’ Cymry had barely any time to react before his cousin thrusted the dagger in his own gut. Spilling his blood over the throne and taking his own life. And so was the death of Asketil the Corrupt, a murdered king without a kingslayer other than himself.
The days that followed were in grief, for Cymry the Rightful announced a week of grieving in respect to his kin. High priestess Aedyt approached Cymry, comforting him during those dark days as she always had done before the rebellion.
Cymry the Rightful begged for guidance, and lady Lilyma commanded: ‘’My love reaches everywhere, let life bloom and blossom. Bring your people happiness and luck, champion of Lilyma, king of Pencast.’’ And so, by divine order Cymry the Rightful became Cymry, king of Pencast. By his side stood priestess Aedyt. For forever she would speak the word of Lilyma, and shape Pencast in her image.