(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

this... the anguish would overwhelm, destroy me. So, First Officer Falm, it
must be that there *are* no innocents in Agarheim... no mothers, no
children, no *people.* Only traitors. Vile, cunning traitors, who deserve no
less than the full brunt of our most Holy King's wrath. Do you understand
this?"
"Y-yes, m'lord."
"Good. Now go... I wish to be alone, here."
"By your command, Lord Admiral." Falm bows his head and returns below
deck, leaving you to stand over the end of a civilization.
‘Indescribable Frustration.’
You can see it now, the crown of Haephon, gleaming upon a marble
pedestal. No more than twenty strides away, it is... with it, you could wrest
control of the armies of Aethanopolis away from your treacherous brother
and restore your father's kingdom. A fool, your wretched brother was... you
smile grimly at the thought... to leave the king's only daughter alive, thinking
she could do him no harm.
A sound! The creak of leather sandals, the softest hiss... over there, by that
third pillar! She was close now, Polaphi the Medusa, jealously guarding the
crown her servants had stolen for her so long ago. Crouching behind a wide
pillar, you wrap your hand tightly around your trusted Thrice-Blessed
Javelin. With your Helm of Swiftness and the Hundred-Mirrored Shield, even
a beast such as Polaphi would be no match for you. Any moment, now, she
would round the pillar and meet the sight of you. Even if she turned away
from the shield, your javelin would surely find her throat...
Suddenly, there is a gentle touch on your shoulder. You gasp, spinning
around to face - of course - the Medusa. Accepting the inevitable, you only
have time to loose a piercing cry of frustration before your lungs... and every
other part of you... solidifies into cold, gray stone.
‘A Vastly Important Secret.’
Six Imperial servants rush ahead of you, swinging the golden doors of the
Dragon Palace wide.
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