5th Slate, 115We were awaken with the sound of trumpets, horns, fanfares and drums, coming from south and echoing all over. "What's that?" - asked everyone, but none answers, until a group of migrants made to our gate.
- The King! The King!
- Wha... Ahem... Uhm... GUARDS! Line at the gate, prepare to salute His Majesty! Lower the main bridge - His Majesty should NOT stumble over undeads bodies at trap-walk!
Me, ShadeNight and Edzul, the mayor climbed to the top of castle watching his arrive. First came four king's guards, and then His Majesty stepped into the gate.
He nod to the guards saluting him and descended to our old dining hall. And was greeted with that cursed bone hammer artifact trap!
Everyone held their breath in terror. His Majesty studies that hammer for a few very very long and quiet minutes, and then smiled wide, showing his long pointy teeth.
- Great joke! And great piece of art, of course. Who's the author?
- Well, she died thirteen years ago, Your Majesty. An accident with undead invasion... one of the many.
- Too bad. The picture is great and shows a talent. Though it's not quite precise - I wasn't a vampire when became a king. That happened about 70 or so year after that.
- So... Your Majesty... You are actually a vampire?
- Just look at me. - His Majesty smiled again - What evidence do you need else? But don't care, the rate people are dying here makes my feed casualities almost unnoticeable. And, while we're on the topic - don't even think of planning any accidents with me. Have you seen my guards? They are legendary warriors, you know, but no one of them can defeat me. Actually, everyone of them tried and joined my guard only if suddenly survived that attempt. So, do you get it?
- Ahem.. yes, Your Majesty.
- Good. So, where is to be my throne room?