Ron's Adventurers Guild of The Realm
The Immortal Empress
Casilida DeAller, The Immortal Empress.
Six hundred years ago, Casilida was a rising star among her peers within the Royal Court of The Kingdom of Craton. She knew all the players, she knew all the games, she was as much a source of gossip as she was a gossiper herself.
She moved through the murky waters of the Court like a shark waiting for its next meal. In time, her skills with deception, manipulation and charm brought her to the attention of the Prince, Heir to the Throne of Craton. She was smitten with the Prince while he was fully enraptured by her. A match made in the heavens many would say. By the age of nineteen, she was married to the Prince and enjoying the life of a true Princess.
However, in her devoted passion to her Prince, she lost touch with the Court and all its players and thus, never saw the betrayal looming over her and the Royal Family.
General Kilxan, a Dragonborn noble, whom through valor and glory, rose in the ranks of the Royal Army, had hatched a plot to kill the Royal Family and seize control of the kingdom with a military coup. He would name himself as the new King and promote those who were loyal to him to positions of power.
He chose the Prince and Casilida’s Wedding Anniversary Celebration to make his move.
Using a poisoned wine to weaken the party goers. Then he, and a squad of loyal troops, attacked the party. They slaughtered the guests without mercy or care for whom they killed. General Kilxan sought the Kings’ head for himself.
That night, between two arrows to her back and a blade to her belly, Casilida died.
Two nights later, reawaked to find herself in the belly of a funeral boat that was in flames. So that the his crime of poisoning would go undiscovered, General Kilxan, now King Kilxan, ordered all the bodies from the party to be loaded onto a funeral barge and have the barge burned.
Wearing only the remains of her blood soaked party gown and still in possession of her Royal Signet Ring, Casilida made her way into the sewer caverns beneath the Royal City. Seeking a way back to a Noble house that she knew would still be loyal to the old king, she encountered a strange little individual.
“You may call me Russo.” He said with a flourish of his hat and a formal bow. This revealed him to be goblin with green skin and greasy black hair. “I know who you are, My Queen.” He stated in a very matter of fact manner. “Welcome to your new life as an Immortal.”
Casilida, understandably, was surprised, speechless and dumbfounded.
“You know who I am?” She asked
“Yes. You were the Princess Casilida Craton. You are now the Queen Heir to the Throne and an Immortal.” He said.
“Yes. It’s that Immortal part where you lost me. Would you, Sir, please elaborate.” She asked.
“Well, as best as I can figure out, it’s all some kind of game being played by the Gods.” He answered.
“Individuals are chosen to be denied the ability to die.” He continued, “Who gets chosen, why we’re chosen and what we’re supposed to do next are still a mystery.”
“There are others?” she asked.
“Oh yah.” He replied. “I’ve found another human. Red haired woman who wiles away the years as a barmaid. Then an Orc who secludes himself in the mountains, studying something.” He explained.
“Then there’s you. A Queen in hiding.” He said with a smile.
“So, here are the facts.” He continued. “You cannot die of disease, poison, or common injury. Stabbing, maiming, burning, drowning or crushing you, will not kill you. You will regenerate, leaving no new scars. As your head clears, you senses will be heightened. In time you’ll get stronger, faster and maybe even smarter.” He chuckles.
“Is there more?” she asked.
“If the desire is there, you could find yourself quickly mastering the ways of magic.” He said. “You could learn to sense the ebb and flow of magical energies. Then use them in ways nobody would expect or understand.”
“Magic, is that how you knew to find me?” she asked.
“Nope, magic is not my thing.” He replied.
“Sorry Beautiful, we all have our secrets.” He replied with a smirk.
“Well. What’s next then, my little green friend?”
“Russo, my name is Russo.”
“Alright, Russo, what do I do now?” she asked.
“I suspect you’ve already got a plan.” He replied.
“I was trying to make my back into the city. Then make contact with a Noble House. One I believe will still be loyal to the old King. And who would benefit from Me reclaiming the Crown.” She answered.
“Brilliant!” he exclaimed. “So,” he stands up, then drops to one knee “I hereby swear my fealty and service to the rightful Queen of Craton. Long Live,” he chuckles, “Long Live the Queen.”
“Well, that would be the kindest thing anyone has said to me for a long time.” She responded. “I accept your Oath,” she stands up, then performs a courtly curtsy “and name you as my First Knight.”
Russo laughs, “Me, Knighted!” he exclaims. “Now that’ll be right strange Coat of Arms.”