Ashrak Imperialist/Muspel Yarn Festival/One
Before the Sun Sets by Lord Bowie Ironsides
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
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A new tale is spread amongst the people of Muspel. They do not seem to like it, or they do not wish to hear it repeated…
“Before the Sun Sets”
Illum, a noble of seventeen, looks out his window to the city of Muspelheim. It is dusk. Tomorrow is his eighteenth birthday and the day he declares himself a knight. As the sun dwindles twilight he recalls to himself all the things he must do in order to become an official member of the rank and file of Morek. But in his mind, the routine fealty and estate seeking transform to fantasy. He is no longer thinking about all the things he must to do become a knight but all the things he will do as a knight. His day dream takes him there.
The visions he sees are of armies marching to war, cities befallen by siege engines amidst banners of the Empire. He covets the throne but jealously protects it from all usurpers and traitors and vile enemies outside his borders. His people cheer and laugh and they are wealthy and fed. His name is sung for his good deeds and the law of his Empire spreads order throughout the barbaric lands around. His sword shall serve mighty and more, and he shall wear glory and triumph as a cloak. He shall swear allegiance to the Morek Empire, the just, the glorious, the eternal, and know that he serves unparalleled greatness. The sun leaves his field of vision and his world is now darkness. He cannot help but fall asleep where he sits.
In the morning he sets out into the capital to swear fealty and find an estate. Wandering through the high noble district, hoping to find someone worthy of offering loyalty, he finds the area vacant. “Where are all the nobles?” He asks a passerby. “Nobles?” The response sounds aghast, “What nobles? They’ve all gone away, to other places and to foreign lands.” “Why? What about the throne? Our Empire?” The knight wonders. The passerby tut-tuts and scowls at the young knight, “Haven’t you heard? The Empire is dead. It suffocated on its own bulging fat." The knight is awestruck. He runs short of breath. What is he to serve now? Should he leave his homeland and find some new home? What about his glory? What about the eternal Empire? A loud sound awakens him back in his room where he fell asleep. That was just a nightmare.
The sun was brimming light to the world on the skyline. As he prepares himself to face the city for real he worries about what he may find. Would he find the city of his dream or the city of his nightmare?
