From the small rocky outcrop on the shores of Arkenaar, Rory looked out towards the vast and seemingly endless azure sea. His hands rested on the hilt of his gilded greatblade, and upon his hands, his head rested. His scarred face was marked not only by the continuous warfare with neighbors, but also by the passing of years. Furrows in the sagging skin and his white beard witnessed of a life spent in hardship and peril, but spoke also of great wisdom and authority. The last ones were perhaps even more crucial in the forming of his kindom than his skill in warfare.
The war to end all wars was finally over. The Council of Kings had gathered in the Stone just outside Arkopolis. The treaty they came to sign would make him the High King of Arkenaar, Ruler Supreme, by the Grace of Phion. His fight had been a long one, and the battles many. He had tasted the sweetness of victory, as well as the equal bitterness of defeat. In the end, all his rivals fell to his might and now they came to hail him as their master. This is his story:
The people of Arkenaar was a strange one, different from his own people. He did not remember clearly, but he recalled vaguely of a life in some distant world. A world with different men, and with different magic. He did not belong here, but he was. He knew he had come to Arkenaar through terrible means, possibly magic, but he could not remember it when he awoke in the wilderness long ago. For a whole day he tried to disbelieve, and to recall memories of his now lost life. He prayed fervently to his patron deity, Phion, but also this failed. The only thing left to him was his name: Rory.
Being stuck, he wandered about, and soon met men. They were different from him, and spoke a strange toungue. Their skin was of a darker hue than his, and their hair raven black, where his was flaming red. They warmly embraced this strange alien, and he eventually learned their language and their ways. His wisdom and skill at arms soon gained him a seat in the Council, and made him War Chief of Arkopolis. He then led the warriors to battle for a decade, little by little gaining ground from the other towns and cities.
Soon, the war was between two factions: Arkopolis and the rest of the city-states who allied against their common and stronger enemy. The final battle was fought at Sangu Pass, and the like had never been seen before in the bloody history of Arkopolis. The battle was won by the Alliance, but Rory chased the weary victors with the garrison from Arkopolis, hunted them down and captured them. Bones still litter the battle grounds at Sangu Pass, and a stone obelisk stands where the Arkopolitan warriors made their last stand.
This was the end of the constant warring between the city-states, as they all bowed down to Arkopolis. The War Chiefs had to give their sceptres to the victorious Rory, and they were reforged into a ceremonial greatblade, signifying that all military might belonged to him. Then the Council agreed to make Rory Stonekeeper as he was called then their king and ruler. The primary landmark of Arkenaar, the Stone (a fortress carved out from a rocky hill jutting out on the shore just outside Arkopolis) was now the Castle of the High King, and his new home.
All this was achieved in less than three decades. He now watched as he often had over the sea, and cherished the ocean breeze waving through his crimson hair. Well, what was left of it, anyway, and it had turned white long ago. His gaining years wore even more on Rory's spirits than on his health. He would not reap the fruits of his victory for long. But his children would keep his memory forever and honor their ancestor fittingly. Speaking of which, he could hear the footsteps of his progeny right now.
"Father! The Council of Kings has assembled! They are here to hail you as High King!" the woman called to him.
It was his only child, his lovely daughter Galenna. Trisha had not given birth to any more children before she passed away, both too young and fair in her death. Galenna was all she had left him, and Rory held her more dear than all of Arkopolis. Not only was she as comely as her mother; she had a sharp mind as well. Arkopolis would continue to thrive under her rule as it had by his sword. He already let her manage some of his duties, but only reluctantly. It was as if he needed the help, which he denied furiously. He didn't want people to talk about his retirement just yet.
He looked up on the clear sky, and let out a sigh. It was time to get back to his duties. He offered a thankful prayer to Phion, and felt his body shudder in as his spirit soared. His blood rushed, and his head swirled a bit, then the sensation subsided. He felt sated, and happy. It was as if his life was fulfilled somehow. His quest was over, his mission accomplished. All was perfect and complete: nothing could go wrong.
Suddenly, a large cracking sound alerted him, and his eyes shot up. The ground beneath him was moving. With shock, he realized the rocky outcrop was coming loose. After all the times he had come here to watch the sea, he had forgotten the apparent frailty of the brittle rock. And the sheer drop to the water beneath as well.
"NO! FATHEEEEEeeeeer...!"
The High King never claimed the throne of Arkenaar. Instead, his daughter became the first High Queen of Arkenaar, Ruler Supreme, by the Grace of Phion.
@Erik: Change my ruler to Galenna Arkenstone. Also, my nation is militaristic, so change the science stat accordingly.
Please tell I'm the only one to kill my ruler in the first story of a NES?
