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The Kingdom of Artifices
A kingdom where the sounds of hammers hitting metal, the air smelling of oil, the streets worn with the lines of wagons carrying heavy cargo and the scraps of metal that hit it. The Kingdom that thrived on ideas from the people who seeked like minded individuals.
A kingdom built by Robert “Bobby” Robertson. A man who wanted his ideas to come to life.
A man who wanted a place where inventors alike could thrive in, a kingdom where everyone's ideas could be built, seen, and evolve with the kingdom. He was a man who wanted a place where he could see genius in every corner. An idea being brought to life by sheer will and need for creation. The smell of it in the air, an inspirational thing that brought life to every hunk of metal.
Even if it was at the very start a small community that built off each other, word of this kingdom spread to neighboring towns, the inventors whom had no other place to turn, no place to showcase their genius, flocked to the Kingdom. Eager to assist, to create, to thrive in a town where it was encouraged. No person one upping another for simply being blessed with magic, no one not understanding their genius, every person within the community showed interest, gave assistance, built with them to simply, Create.
As the kingdom developed and grew stronger, Robertson was given the mantle of King, for his contributions to all who came to the town. For all those who he had encouraged, for every idea shared, for every bit of this kingdom he had built. To commemorate the kingdoms first coronation, he created a special item for the occasion, something he had in the backburner for a long while. Blueprints for a suit of armor.This armor was to represent himself, a man who was built up from nothing to something that can withstand powerful blows just with his intellect. Armor to represent what this kingdom was about, a united community that helped one another and built each other up. Armor that he protected the kingdom with, countless battles to protect from those who did not believe the Kingdom should be standing with its ‘lower classes’ and its ‘pathetic ideals. Armor that was buried with him. Armor still hanging off him as he had ensured that he had taken the brunt of the attack.
Those blueprints were buried with him. Some speculate that it had been burnt the same night of the late king's funeral. The Kingdom had never been lacking of inventions and brilliance since that night.
The late king Robertson's legacy was carried on by Robertson “Robbie” Robertson the II, his son. The only heir to the throne. The one to help the kingdom.
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Some say that King Robertson the II’s coronation was the start of the Kingdoms greatest era.
Those who would say such would not be far from correct, as his Majesty was one who wanted to follow and uplift his fathers idea for the kingdom. But, his plans to expand it into greater feats involved enhancements to keep up with the magic that the land had to offer. No more would his fathers ideas have been held back by the simpleness of his inventions' organic nature with solely natural fuel and man-made energy.
No, his Majesty wanted to expand the horizons with his inventions by utilizing magic, to create a kingdom powerful to protect all who lived within it. To create a kingdom where all were welcome, magic users especially during the Kingdoms new era. A Kingdom where all will be united to protect, as his Majesty believed his fathers wishes was to protect those in the Kingdom.
Especially to whom the King protects within the walls of the castle.
His time brought in his champions. His own party, made to protect the kingdom and composed of the most powerful men and women his Majesty trusted with his life and his kingdom. The Brave Battalion. Made up of 7 members that had their own role within the party, each one vital for all to succeed. The Battalion were the champions of the kingdom that went on the more dangerous and performative adventures. From treaties to simple supply runs, to helping the elderly with their chores. The people of the town held the Battalion in high regards, praising them, and adoring them as fans.
His right hand man and his highest adviser were two of his most trusted allies. Men who were promising in their own light that his Majesty could not possibly imagine any greater men to be by his side.
Chase Star, a young wizard who had come to the kingdom upon the tales of them opening the gates for those who possess magic and a need to create. And quite truthfully the young mage could never let an opportunity such as this pass without trying it first. His Majesty grew fond of the young man, seeing him as an opportunity to strengthen the kingdom as a mage who would only grow with his abilities. A man who can enhance the Kingdom.
Elliot Connors, his Majestys right hand man, a man who was a part of his Majestys life since the late king took Connors under his wing. He who was inspired by the late King, having a longing to be the next big movement within the kingdom. So, with the mind to be behind the next armor that the late King had made with his own hands, the armor that made the late King so memorable, Connors was the man who found out the way to make it better. His Majesty created the armor, but Connors was the one who made it as powerful to take down armies by itself. Connors was a man who can protect the kingdom.
But, they were not his most important responsibility. No, that would fall onto the one he called his. Onto the one he swore to protect.
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My darling ᝰ….
Oh how you were taken from me, leaving me with but a blessing.
He carries every feature I adored and cherished on you.
Your brown hair that reminisced of chestnuts, the freckles that I would individually kiss every day since we met.
He has my eyes. You would have loved to look at him for hours like you had at mine.
Oh darling… I do not know if one can handle both the kingdom and our son. You would have made it easier, you always talked about how you would have cared for our son. You would have been a wonderful mother to him.
Chase has been a wonderful caretaker for our boy. He has been my closest ally as of late due to this, he has been wonderful with him. I should not mention this in this letter, but he did receive a higher cut of our loot due to this extra work I have placed upon him.
Alas I feel pity for our son when I must have Chase on a quest with me. I do my best to send letters as often as I may, and whenever we do not require him for the quest, Chase is quick to teleport back to our boy.
I have missed many a milestone that he had done. I regret it. But the kingdom needs me.
Our son is turning 14 tomorrow. I have made arrangements for a feast and a ball for the kingdom to witness him become a man.
I hope he is to follow in mine and mine Fathers footsteps when it is time for him to be King.
Robert Robertson III will be a great king, even if you my darling are not here to see it.
I do hope you are there.
Sending my love to you my darling, I wish to see and hold you once again when I join you.
Yours forever, Robbie...
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