The king is dead
Door: Michael van Gemen
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27 November 2017 | Nederland, Velden
Eodred II's demise takes the city by surprise, true, his health had been declining, but this sudden turn catches most of the government and citizenry off guard.
Rumors spread quickly that he suffered from some disease beyond what even the priesthoods of Saranrae and Abadar could cure.
Some say that even Asmodeus's disciples were summoned from their pentacle temple in the deep of night to try their hand at restoring the king.
With the king's death, Queen Ileosa acsends the Crimson Throne, much to the displeasure of most Korvosans, who view her as a petulant gold-digger at best. Worse, the castle seneschal has vanished, supposedly slain in one of the initial riots that broke out at the base of Castle Korvosa when the grim news of Eodred II's death was proclaimed.
Desperate citizens already stifled by Eodred II's spendthrift reign, salty dock workers, soot-covered smiths, and all manner of artisans and laborers, roar at the thought of Ileosa taking the throne.
Stevedores abandon the seafront wards and caravan guards leave Northgate.
Frustrated merchants ships and wagon convoys turn around when they find no one to offload their goods, much less buy them.
The movement of food and other staples into the city slows to a trickle, and thousands vie for the last sack of flour or bundle of firewood in the market.
Riots erupt throughout the streets. Those who do not rove the streets with cudgel and torch in hand instead lock their doors against the gathering mobs.
The Bank of Abadar closes its gilded gates, and a contingent of the Coin's Faithful stand at the ready, armed with crossbows to repel would-be looters.
The world-famous institution of learning known as the Acadamae closes its doors as well, shutting students and professors within its walls until order can be restored.
In the space of a dozen hours, all of Korvosa's oppression and anger explode into chaos.
The city perches on the edge of anarchy.
Ill-equipped for this level of civil calamity, the military arm of the city falters, and even the hippogriff-mounted marines of the Sable Company are pushed beyond their limits.
The Korvosan Guard does the best it can to quell the riots, yet its members are cut off from each other and forced to operate on its own.
Rumors spread quickly that he suffered from some disease beyond what even the priesthoods of Saranrae and Abadar could cure.
Some say that even Asmodeus's disciples were summoned from their pentacle temple in the deep of night to try their hand at restoring the king.
With the king's death, Queen Ileosa acsends the Crimson Throne, much to the displeasure of most Korvosans, who view her as a petulant gold-digger at best. Worse, the castle seneschal has vanished, supposedly slain in one of the initial riots that broke out at the base of Castle Korvosa when the grim news of Eodred II's death was proclaimed.
Desperate citizens already stifled by Eodred II's spendthrift reign, salty dock workers, soot-covered smiths, and all manner of artisans and laborers, roar at the thought of Ileosa taking the throne.
Stevedores abandon the seafront wards and caravan guards leave Northgate.
Frustrated merchants ships and wagon convoys turn around when they find no one to offload their goods, much less buy them.
The movement of food and other staples into the city slows to a trickle, and thousands vie for the last sack of flour or bundle of firewood in the market.
Riots erupt throughout the streets. Those who do not rove the streets with cudgel and torch in hand instead lock their doors against the gathering mobs.
The Bank of Abadar closes its gilded gates, and a contingent of the Coin's Faithful stand at the ready, armed with crossbows to repel would-be looters.
The world-famous institution of learning known as the Acadamae closes its doors as well, shutting students and professors within its walls until order can be restored.
In the space of a dozen hours, all of Korvosa's oppression and anger explode into chaos.
The city perches on the edge of anarchy.
Ill-equipped for this level of civil calamity, the military arm of the city falters, and even the hippogriff-mounted marines of the Sable Company are pushed beyond their limits.
The Korvosan Guard does the best it can to quell the riots, yet its members are cut off from each other and forced to operate on its own.
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27 November 2017 - 11:57
Rendain:
Long live the queen?
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Je kunt nu ook Smileys gebruiken. Via de toolbar, toetsenbord of door eerst : te typen en dan een woord bijvoorbeeld :smiley
