In the throne room of Castle Fogeye...Roe, quick fellow that he was, did not take too long at all to gather the kingspawn - his speediness in such matters was, after all, what King Ingmar kept him around for. The progeny he found were five in number, and most of them did not pack enough muscle to oppose the urgings, both verbal and physical, of the King's servant. Only half an hour had passed when he skipped confidently back into the throne room, followed by the potential heirs to the throne. It was most atypical of the king to gather his sons on such a day, or to pay them much attention at all, so the five began to listen attentively to the plainly clothed king, who, to be honest, did not seem very authoritative at all while he wasn't wearing his regalia.
"Ah, my sons. I am very glad to find that you came here so quickly," he said, then looked at Roe.
"You may take your leave, Roe.""May I stay, Your Excellency? It is indeed rare to behold all of your sons in one place, no? I would like to bask in their presence a while longer, if it is not too much to ask."King Ingmar sighed, then turned to his sons.
"Very well, as long as you keep what you hear to yourself. I don't want their mother bothering me unduly.""Naturally, Your Holiness."The king wasn't sure he enjoyed Roe's attitude, but he let it slide for now, as his discretion was mostly guaranteed. There were more important tasks to attend to. He looked over his five sons again -
Don had increased in height severely since the last time he had seen him, which, as far as he recalled, was five years ago. His mother had kept him out of danger so thoroughly that he had been all but barred from engaging him in conversation, and he was really too busy to do whatever other fatherly activities might have been expected of him had he not been a king and thus entitled to do whatever the hell he wanted all day. A similar situation had developed with
Percy, though the lack of involvement from his mother on the problems made him suspect that maybe taking care of children was something he should have practiced before he made so damn many of them.
Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd really spoken to any of his children, maybe except for
Wilril, in the past few years.
Arcus had been cooped up in his study all this time, reminding his father very much of his own current daily life, and
Wallace had been busy actually making himself reasonably useful, in what made him a rather large exception amongst his progeny. Though momentarily struck by consideration on whether Wallace really needs what he's about to have him do, Ingmar resolves that it'll probably build character, and that Wallace reminded him of his uncle far too much to feel more than just a little sympathy for him.
The king suddenly realized he had been staring at these people for an uncomfortable length of time. It was time to get to business.
"My sons, I have called you here to provide you with a means to finally attain your true potential," he lied bold-facedly.
"The kingdom is in peril, and only you are in the position to save it, and humanity, from certain extinction. The Four Plagues are descending on us, and it is the prerogative of the king and his progeny to help the people in these dark times. You will set off immediately to halt the spread of these threats, and upon your success will know fame, greatness and the adoration of the masses. Allochthon cries for your aid, and you shall give it to the best of your ability. Is that understood?"King Ingmar thought it was a reasonably good speech, reeking of destiny and heroism. Hopefully they would buy it without too many protests.
Do you think that system is biased towards more well-known players?
In theory, it should be biased more towards interesting/good characters. In practice...well, let's see.
I have no idea what it's biased toward. I haven't seen it in practice much. It sounds good on paper, though, and isn't that what really counts at the end of the day?
I'm fine with being a bastard, but you misspelled Mathias' name...
Fixed.