[RPG] [FE] [Eth] By Royal Command

[Eiyrn]

/Wallace Williams was a mere boy in a world were mere boys did not 
exist.  He was a commoner and as such had already toiled many years.  In 
the land of Hupar he had known little hardship but they were a people 
that knew their worth as a mere bargaining chip, a tool to be used by 
the nobility too curry favor with other nobles.  It was a rare occasion 
that any commoner ever get much further than their own little hamlet 
unless conscripted to service and those that were conscripted almost 
never came back.  Usually there was a letter no one was able to read and 
a few silvers that was more telling of the family members demise in a 
far away place most would never have the misfortune of visiting.

 

Wallace however had gotten to go with his father along with the grain 
shipment to get much needed new seed that the capitol of Topenah kept 
forgetting to send.  It was going to be a grand adventure to see and 
explore the massive city.  Instead the constabulary rounded them up into 
a public square.  Wallace and his father thought it was likely be for a 
quick execution and then they could be on their way.  Instead it was 
apparently a couple of Ethalia Royals congratulating themselves on being 
Royalty, and how well they kept power from the masses "encouraged" to 
watch the proceedings.

 

This was not a point of contention with the city dwellers.  Welfare and 
bread lines, food and drink at the games, bathhouses and state run 
"recreation" made their time a small price to pay for such waste of 
time.  In the end the praised they royalty for hoarding power, wealth, 
and influence, and acclaimed their greatness as the Royals basked in the 
glow of the empty adulation.

 

Much later at a travelers inn far on the edge massive city a man that 
was also complained about the waste of a day that it had become due to 
the Royal love festival.  The Inn was little more than a converted barn 
with thin walls that hardly kept the wind at bay and only the richest of 
the poor, those that had not been indentured for several generations, 
could afford such opulence.  The man, a swordsmith from Pesol, 
complained that occasions where all to commonplace in the land... in all 
lands for that matter and how the aristocracy were really only mere men 
like the rest of them... the fact that the King derived his power from 
men and not gods was proof of this.  And men did not have the right to 
control other men, that was held by the right of strength only.  Only 
the gods had rights to control other men.

 

Wallace's father listened intently as Wallace and the Widower Senor 
Montoya's son, Inigo, played together.  Later in life, after Wallace's 
return from his education at a monastery, and after Wallace's parents 
were both killed for sedition and Inigo's father murdered by a high 
ranking count, they would renew their friendship and remember the 
conversation that went on in the inn that evening.  They would start a 
peasant revolt that would spell the beginning of the end for vast 
empire's and the rights of king's.  Many noble bloodlines would be 
eradicated in the near future, Divine providence no longer a 
protectorate of the elite.  Wallace would die a excruciating death at 
the hands of a cruel King and system, but his stature would only grow 
from that day forward, until those that tormented him would be no more./
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