The Kingdom Of Ascalon
Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 1:09 am
Hello everyone. Since I am the major producer of everything Role Playing here on the server, I feel it's my duty to introduce another awesome source of role play. This, however, is not of my doing, but of The White Mantle's - I am merely giving him a tiny bit of backing in areas that he has no control over. I hope that all of the role players here enjoy this side-story. Peace.
The King of Ascalon wrote:
Chapter 1 : The Rise of the Kingdom of Ascalon
The reason you’re reading this is not to learn of my childhood. No, no. You want to know how this person became so great of a king! It was fate that one such as me would become king. To think, that it all started when I was a lad of fifteen years. I had struggled through the toughest of labor that my mentor Pallando, also called The White Mantle by most, could put me through. I didn’t think he could come up with anything more back breaking than farming at the time. In fact, I thought I was ready to take on the toughest of a swordsman’s tactics. You see, the White Mantle had only taught me the basics of swordsmanship, and I thought he was only slowing me down! Eventually, the White Mantle had planned a different type of training than I was used to. Apparently, he and Caveman, my father, both thought that this training would be more beneficial to me than farming. So they agreed that the White Mantle was to take me to Minoc, a mining town that mines out various and extremely precious minerals, to help the workers with their work. So we then left the town of Vesper, in which I was born and raised, and trained for the the rest of my childhood. It took us only a few days to get there on foot. We didn’t have a place to stay at the time, so we had to rough it outside in the elements.
For some peculiar reason the people of this town were weary of us. We didn’t push as to why, but we did need their trust if we were to work. Luckily, it took us only a short while to gain the people’s trust and friendship, but we found it odd on how many knights were there guarding the village - we assumed that it was because of the minerals. We later found out why there were so many.
White mantle decided that I hadn’t been practicing my swordsmanship enough lately so he took me to train in midst of the night. I believe the crow flying above us quickly toward the west was a sign of bad things to come. We looked towards where the crow had come from, curious at what scared it off. We saw about ten mages coming toward the town and the many of knights we had been wondering about earlier charged at them - head-long. It didn’t take much to take the guards down. I knew that if I didn’t do something now to help this village, then I could never call myself a swordsman - so I moved swiftly toward the mages.
I assumed that the White Mantle thought the same as he ran at my side, charging at one of the more powerful-looking mages. Fire came out of one’s fingertips and I slashed it with my sword; unfortunately, I didn’t see the second one coming at me and I was thrown against a tree. They started to throw several other attacks at me whilst I was down, but decided to attack more of the knights. Once again I stood up, though not as well as before, and went after them. The White Mantle had taken down about half of them already and ,though his fatigue was apparent, he continued to fight on. I decided that unless I was completely dead, I would never stop fighting my enemy. This time I knew a bit better what to expect from the mages and was able to dodge several attacks.
Finally, I got a few hits in, taking a couple down, and eventually the last of the mages ran off. There was one that was left behind who had passed out on the ground. I noticed that he had something odd on his forehead that was glowing red. I went over there and took the thing off of his head, staring at it curiously. I looked over and saw the mage regaining consciousness and retook a fighting stance. I was in shock as I had been paying so much attention to the stone, I didn’t realize that the mage was once an old friend of mine!
“Where am I?” Beldon, the old mage-friend of mine, asked.
“You’re in Minoc, but a better question is why were attacking it?” I exclaimed.
After awhile of investigating, we determined that the odd stone had been controlling him and that he truly had no ill will towards the village.
A few days later a knight came up to us and said that Lord British had requested an audience with us. So we accepted and proceeded to go to the castle, escorted by the knight. When we met with the king, he told us how the kingdom has had trouble with something called the Migel Aeivs. He explained to us that it was the name of a dangerous mage cult and that they can never get anymore information out of their cultists than that because of a brainwashing spell that is cast on them. The cultists that told them the information came to the king on their own, amazingly overpowering the mind control effects. Due to our superiority to the cultists, Lord British offered me a the White Mantle and myself a deal.
“If you are willing to help destroy the Migel Aeivs, then I will give you the lands north of the Minoc mines to call your own. Should you successfully rid Britannia of this cult and its leader, you may consider yourself a King of those lands. Would you agree to this young Kato?”
Graciously, I agreed, and became the King of Ascalon. And so for the past Thirteen years, I have traveled along side The White Mantle, Beldon, and Caveman to destroy these menaces. Now, we are so close to the cult's destruction. The battles of the past 13 years have ultimately led to this defining moment. For King, for country, for Ascalon!
And that, my friends, is how fate lead me to this spot in time, and soon even this story will lead me to even more allies from across the world, for the end of this story is only the beginning of our future.