King Richard Krake, 43 of Rakar

Your eyes open to a beam of sunlight coming through large decorated windows partially covered by immense silk curtains. A warm body pressed pleasantly upon your chest, the shimmering light reflecting off of the platinum blonde hair of the beauty whose soft snores vibrate against you. This is Lady Demos you think, trying and failing to remember whether it was her, her mother, or one of her sisters that you drunkenly pulled to your bed last night after a small banquet for some lesser lord of Rakar. Oh it truly doesn't matter her name or rank, Sandar your captain of the guard will ensure she makes it to whatever room in the keep her father or husband are borrowing for the time they remain in the capital. You slowly and gently remove yourself from her embrace as you stand fully naked to look out over the city you have ruled for close to thirty years. It still takes your breath away everytime you see the gold tipped towers aglow with the morning light, or the massive spires of the outer wall crawling with guards that look much like ants when their nest has been kicked.

You are drawn out of your musing by a soft rapt at the door, so making your way past the expensive double king bed with hand crafted ironwood frame, and the other expensive furnishings open the door to your royal chambers to find your Castellan and lifelong friend Edmur patiently waiting.

“Good morning my king, best you dress quickly the Queen and council are awaiting you in the throne room. Apparently one of the young lords of the outer country has declared himself king or some such.” A smile appears on his lips as he catches sight of the naked blonde sprawled on your bed behind you.

It is a short time later and you find yourself on The Growing Throne in front of your royal court. To your left sits your wife of 30 years, Emma Krake, she is an impressive figure sitting like sculpted ice on a smaller version of your own throne. Her piercing blue eyes like stars in the blackest sky, her full and luscious body wrapped in a tight fitting purple gown that compliments her raven black hair. And the cherry on top is the full crown circlet of emerald and platinum forged by the dwarves of the North country mines back before the old empire fell.

“So we have had several reports from outlying villages some young noble by the name of Mirn Mirkwood has declared himself king of the Mirkwood forest and has been setting ablaze villages that stand against him or fly the banner of the king, the local militia has had several small engagements with the enemy and he seems to have a good head on his shoulders when it comes to commanding an army, they have lost all but one brief skirmish.” Your Commander General Erik The Red states he is addressing you but turns and paces around the room his intense stare meeting each of the councilors as he goes over more and more detail from scouts and reports from various villages and militia camps. Erik is a large man and a loyal soldier, you honestly owe him your life a thousand times over, you probably owe him your crown as well, but with large arms the size of most men's legs and standing at over six and a half feet, his red mess of hair and a beard and his green intense eyes makes him an imposing figure of a man. If he wasn’t totally devoted to you and your family you probably would have had to kill him long ago.