On the
Kinglish Monarchy…
I
stand here to tell you a tell of a Kinglish ship off our coast here
in the fair country of Provincia. We send a great force of knights
with armor and blades of steel, muskets finely shining plated in
silver a shining in the sun. Our knight commander rides fast to the
beach and sees only four. He hails and ask them what business does a
Kinglish dog have on holy Provincia soil? The fat one with the beard
answers and says “ I am Richard! This is Arthur, Elizabeth, and
Mary. I see you only have four hundred men against my four. You
should have brought more!” upon that statement he leapt some 15
feet into the air and decapitates the knight commander with his bear
hands. A cannon is fired and hits Elizabeth square in the right neck
and face knocking her down and exploding knocking the others down.
She gets up her hair and face singeing, her voice screaming and leaps
forward some 30 feet landing onto a knight and tears his horse in
half. She used the lower half of the horse to kill at least 30 more
men before the back half of the horse is pieces. Richard continues on
the killing spree. Arthur draws an ancient sword and charges into
cannon and musket fire getting knocked down many times before
reaching the cannon line and exploding their powder barrels. Arthur
seems unharmed though his clothes are nearly burnt off in the
explosion. All the cannon crew are dead. Mary too leaves many out on
the field dead and once the Knights flee in terror goes about killing
all the wounded save one. He is allowed to live to tell the tale. I
am that man. These are some of the Kinglish Monarchy. Gods of old it
is rumored for they cannot be killed or injured by normal means. It
is rumored that they have been around for as long as the Annahon.
There are thousands of them in the Church of Kingland worshipped as
Living Saints.
