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Post by Masque is a Terran! on Feb 26, 2010 17:57:43 GMT -5
Hark! Your Lord speaks of what has passed. Listen, and you may learn well.
"Years ago, Lith went into a time of deep unrest. The Keeper of the Realm began getting sick, a chest cold was the cover-up, but it ran deeper than than that. The darks had worked the land into a mess of problems, moving in on light territory and demanding positions that belonged equally to all alliances. Wars were common, most starting and ending within a few days, all dealing what devistation they could in the short time they had. The lights bickered amongst eachother, each herd wanting to deal with the issues in a differant way. Naturally, I remained silent, taking in all that I could. The 'Almighty Lord' had gone into complete seclusion, and, I suspect, it was to prepare his son for his upcoming reign. He remained that way for quite some time, ocassionally sending a messenger to remind us that he was still alive. I laughed to myself, in those days, at the irony of the whole thing. There I sat, prepared to take the throne in an instant, should I have the opportunity, while those on it, seemed to care less about it. I studied, constantly, daily, every waking moment, how they ruled. Anything that meant they should choose sides, was quickly forgotten.Not sides alliance wise, but sides ruling wise. If one of high ranking came to request the lord acknowledge that the kingdom needed to change, that high ranking equid would be exiled without a thought. Should one come to him and say 'Lord, we must go back to the old ways.', he too was immediately exiled. This appalled me, but what was I to do?
So when it seemed that the Lord would finally come out and give notice that he was relinquishing his reign to his son, I took action. I knew, deep down inside, that the king wouldn't suspect a thing. He would certainly expect me to be incompetent and weak, since my ranking was low. I requested a meeting with him, and pestered him into it. I bowed lowly before him, and with that inside grin that stretched wide and egotystically within me, I asked him to allow me to fight for the throne. And he laughed at me. That egomaniac of a bastard laughed at me. And within that laugh he said 'Aye, son. Challenge him if you would. But I might add, though you may have breeding, he has both breeding and class. And that does count for something.' So a day was scheduled and we fought. And it looked as though I were winning in there very beginning. I had no idea that cheating was not beneath him. He charged me, his first chance, and when I would have dodged, my space was blocked my differant brutes of higher classes. He got a grand hit. His hooves ripped through my pelt quite easily. I bled for many days because of that attack. But, in the end, I won. Somehow, whether he tired of the fight or not, I won.
The darks saw an opportunity, with me in my weekened state, to try and dominate the land. If not for the uproar the Neutrals caused, I'd be no more than dust in the dirt. The Neutral, believing that anyone could rise and succeed if they tried, were loyal to the new Lord, while the darks despised me for taking a position that, for so long, as been ruled by their own alliance. The Lights, in this all, sought to enlighten the me and change my views for the better. With that, the Neutrals respected the my choice in remaining Indifferent to Alliance. A lord had no right to be bias. It would only cause problems."
(c) to Lithium of Lith Equine.
