Having read the recent message sent out by Lord Casca, and seeing things in it that well, are slightly troubling I decided to pay a visit on our Lord and King. Being neither omnipotent nor omnipresent (though more than slightly gifted), I recognized a strange tale brewing that perhaps with a few gentle nudges might be spun into a fine tale and an epic adventure by one such as myself. After discussing general affairs of the State with him a while I steered the conversation towards his message and received a surprising reply that I felt had to be shared.
“Sir, have you by any chance read any of the strange tells that my
predecessor brought to Britannia from the world of his birth? I have
spent many a night pouring over journals of previous members of the
court that were preserved for posterity and found an interesting
story recorded by a court scribe, called “The Sword of Damocles”, in
it a peasant continually gripes about the rule of the King, not
fully understanding what being King really means. The King invites
him to come forth and see, and the man greatly enjoys it until he
notices a sword suspended above him by a single horse hair. When he
asks his King the meaning of this, it is explained this is the life
of a King, greatly rewarding, yet fraught with danger. Lately I’ve
been pondering that story and the possible symbolism in it, and
looking at the current state of affairs in Britannia, There are
rumors of possible rebellion, and people both noble and peasant both
cry for my blood, yet I fear they only see the grander sides of
things, or the result of choices I’m left with out knowing the full
extent of the options resting before me. In short, I fear the hair
shall soon break if I don’t find a way to curb the rumors and the
threats and unlike in the stories that sword is suspended over my
own head. “
I listened greatly interested in these words and pondering what they could mean for the future of our Kingdom, and then gently steered back towards more relaxing conversation, about Wine and Hunting, Nature and Magics. As the Evening wore down, I paid my respects and excused myself from the Kings presence, only to be left with these parting words.
“Have you ever wondered what would happen if instead of fearing that
sword, you grasp it and turned it against your enemies?”
~~EM Quantum
“Sir, have you by any chance read any of the strange tells that my
predecessor brought to Britannia from the world of his birth? I have
spent many a night pouring over journals of previous members of the
court that were preserved for posterity and found an interesting
story recorded by a court scribe, called “The Sword of Damocles”, in
it a peasant continually gripes about the rule of the King, not
fully understanding what being King really means. The King invites
him to come forth and see, and the man greatly enjoys it until he
notices a sword suspended above him by a single horse hair. When he
asks his King the meaning of this, it is explained this is the life
of a King, greatly rewarding, yet fraught with danger. Lately I’ve
been pondering that story and the possible symbolism in it, and
looking at the current state of affairs in Britannia, There are
rumors of possible rebellion, and people both noble and peasant both
cry for my blood, yet I fear they only see the grander sides of
things, or the result of choices I’m left with out knowing the full
extent of the options resting before me. In short, I fear the hair
shall soon break if I don’t find a way to curb the rumors and the
threats and unlike in the stories that sword is suspended over my
own head. “
I listened greatly interested in these words and pondering what they could mean for the future of our Kingdom, and then gently steered back towards more relaxing conversation, about Wine and Hunting, Nature and Magics. As the Evening wore down, I paid my respects and excused myself from the Kings presence, only to be left with these parting words.
“Have you ever wondered what would happen if instead of fearing that
sword, you grasp it and turned it against your enemies?”
~~EM Quantum