Pirates of the Swamplands!
The sun rose beautifully that morning, bathing the vast kingdom of Sir Alarik in warm red light. The light itself was beautiful, but it was not peaceful. It seemed to set the stage for the drama that would unfold that fateful morning. Sir Alarik slept in the safety of his palace, surrounded and guarded by his loyal knights. When the pirate lord and his terrible band began plowing through the guards outside the gates, Sir Alarik was alerted at once. He awoke, and lifted his head, peering through the gates into the land beyond. When Captain Isakov reached the gates and called him to battle, he was on his feet in an instant. He growled deep in his chest as he bravely walked to the gates to face his enemy, flanked by his strongest knights on either side.
He growled deep in his chest, lifting his head tall as he stared down the nasty, smelly pirates. "Captain Isakov," he said, keeping his tone as polite as he could manage. "You have trespassed, and threatened the peace and happiness of my kingdom. What words might you have? Speak them now, and quickly, before I have you escorted back to the swamps from which you came."
Alarik puffed out his chest as much as he could, and continued to hold his head high as he looked at his brother. When he spoke, it was with a fabricated haughtiness and authority, the kind he always used when he pretended to be the ruler of his kingdom. In his games, he was always the hero. He was always strong and ruthless, but also wise and gentle when need be. The ideal leader.
Sir Alarik looked at his knights, and nodded minutely to assure that they were all on the same page. They stepped forward, claws and teeth ready as they kept the rogue pirates in check. He wanted to honor the wishes of Captain Isakov, even if he was just a pirate. He would still respect him, and speak with him. But if he wanted to taste blood this day, then he would have to leave disappointed. No more innocent blood would spill in the kingdom of Sir Alarik this fine morning. "Talk" "You" Think |
