The second major update for the month is here, with more fantasy horror Scars; the adventurers arrive at Talloic, and we get a quick glimpse into the situation within the palace. Spoiler: it’s not good. For a snippet from that scene, look below. For the full story, check out the link above and enjoy!
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King Basios had been a stubborn man but a determined one. When he set his mind to something, very little could change it and he had done everything in his considerable power to keep Leothan safe, healthy and prepared to rule. His last words to Leothan were, “If she could see you now, she would smile.” A hard man, Basios, but a hard man when the kingdom needed one.
Leothan was also the man Talloic needed when it needed it, but His Highness had been getting weaker for some time. His convalescences took longer, the illnesses more dire and debilitating. This was the worst of them all and Annathel was afraid for her king – for the boy she’d helped raise. Swamp fever was a perennial problem in Talos, most common during the spring and summer months, and there were always colds and influenza during the winter. The castle did its best to keep sickness out, but the miasmas spread like fire over oil.
Someone had brought a bout of swamp fever into Castle Talos and for all their precautions and efforts, it had reached the king. They’d thought it had passed him by until the day he had been found in his bed sweating and pale, unable to rise. Several times it looked as if he had been on the mend, but each time he had been laid low once more. He was strong like his mother and stubborn like his father, but for all the royal blood in his veins, Leothan remained but a man, and no man could endure this indefinitely, especially once as frail as the king.
Every day Annathel feared it would be the last time she laid eyes on him, and every night she prayed to Allisane and Delinea. She didn’t ask much of the Mercy Goddesses; just to keep His Highness alive for one more day. So far, they had granted her prayers, but she knew there would come a day when not even a goddess could keep Leothan’s withering, pallid body alive.
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