Cear Dallben sat as he almost always does, within the confines of his laboratory. He was wondering of this King Casca madness.
He had been reading a copy of the Royal Decree he stole from Skara Brae's bank wall. There were two lines that Dallben was certian,
needed elaboration.
I, thy narrator, will explain.
Line five, the decree states: as King pro-tempore
That alone is interesting to Dallben. Who would self proclaim themselves
as a temporary King? Does he know his days are numbered? If so,
Who numbered them?
Line Eight, the decree states: our once and future king.
To imply that Lord British will return and rule Britannia once again
surely cannot simply be alluded to! Can it?
What does this elf king know?
What exactly is going on behind those curtains in castle British?
Surely if someone worthy of assassinating were to come around.
Cear should know...
After a short visit to Castle Blackthorn, what could be considered kidnapping,
and forced ingestion of an odd concoction, Dallben extracted what he considered
to be most valuable information.
Casca has been playing chess with a stranger who sends his moves
by messenger bird!
There are countless tales of British's chess habits.
Games between the old king and his friend and adversary Blackthorn
were rumored to go on for years.
Will Britannia see its founder again?
Or will chaos and entropy sink its fangs into the realm,
Devolving the world back to Akalabeth.
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He had been reading a copy of the Royal Decree he stole from Skara Brae's bank wall. There were two lines that Dallben was certian,
needed elaboration.
I, thy narrator, will explain.
Line five, the decree states: as King pro-tempore
That alone is interesting to Dallben. Who would self proclaim themselves
as a temporary King? Does he know his days are numbered? If so,
Who numbered them?
Line Eight, the decree states: our once and future king.
To imply that Lord British will return and rule Britannia once again
surely cannot simply be alluded to! Can it?
What does this elf king know?
What exactly is going on behind those curtains in castle British?
Surely if someone worthy of assassinating were to come around.
Cear should know...
After a short visit to Castle Blackthorn, what could be considered kidnapping,
and forced ingestion of an odd concoction, Dallben extracted what he considered
to be most valuable information.
Casca has been playing chess with a stranger who sends his moves
by messenger bird!
There are countless tales of British's chess habits.
Games between the old king and his friend and adversary Blackthorn
were rumored to go on for years.
Will Britannia see its founder again?
Or will chaos and entropy sink its fangs into the realm,
Devolving the world back to Akalabeth.
Source1Source2