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<span class="mu-s">(EXTRA EVENT: Hail, fair Einheri.)</span>
Surely, nothing could appear that might bother upon the party while it moves through the rain forest trail back to Eikrise. Nothing.
Wrong.
"BEHOLD!" A figure ahead suddenly boomed; "I... AM! THE KING!"
...
"King o' wot?"
"Well nothing right now, but I was a king! At one point! When I was still alive..."
A strange man in armor with a crown upon his helmet, carrying a big goblet. He was adorned with bright colors of royalty.
"Uh... who are you?" Spray Guy broke the silence.
"I am King Mortsson! Have you not heard of me?"
"..."
"I am renowned for many inventions in the past! A king of engineers!"
"..."
"...I invented the tank!"
"..."
"Wait, you made the first tank?" Spray guy asked.
"Yes. Back then, it had cannons on each side. It was just very hard to actually see out of the tank, so nobody used it, but they improved the concept many ages later!"
"Cool...."
"No, r'lly. Who the bloody 'ell are you and why are you in our way, bloke?" Seannsa snapped.
"Oh, my bad. I was just returning back to the Mountain of Yore. I was cost a great opportunity this day... You see, I am among the host of the Einheri in Woldor's Hall, his most prestigious of Mythics. And I thought after these lonely millenniums, I would have a chance to seize great honor. Though no Mythic was en route to slay the fleet encroaching on our fair land, I alone marched to meet them in battle. It was my expectation that defeating such a foe would finally give me the honor of receiving Woldor's promotion! But the fleet has already been destroyed by someone, so now I am very sad. Very, very sad."
The King looks down on his luck. A ghost wandering the land...
>Do.... do we tell him?
>Yes.
>No, he might get really mad.
