>>5963486"That settles it. We must at least clear the main thoroughfares of Camelot. If possible, repair the streets too," you carve 'KING' in English with your knife on a piece of wood with strange runes etched on it. Paper is a precious commodity, so you're reduced to using clay tablets or flat pieces of wood for writing out minor things like orders. The clerk chiselled out the Runes, you just needed to sign it. Why it's necessary for you to write out orders on a piece of wood is a mystery.
Can't you just tell the Baphomets their orders?
"Your Majesty, there are too many of us in Camelot to do that effectively. Sheer numbers overwhelm individual effort. Typically, we would gather the leaders of the Guilds responsible for the work you want done... Or we used to be able to gather the leaders of the Guilds. The old ways have been disrupted because the previous Kings had killed off or took higher-ranking Baphomets away on their Quests. If we ring the bells to gather the Baphomets in the castle plaza and use these Runes, your orders will be transmitted." Hanbei explains as one of the clerks scampers off to the bell tower.
The bells of the castle are different from the other bells in Camelot. It is a rich, sonorous ringing that reaches every corner of Camelot. You can even feel the vibrations in the air shake from the tolling. From your window, you see the denizens of Camelot stop their work and down tools before running straight to the castle.
There must be hundreds of them. If every single Baphomet is on the castle grounds, who is on watch? What about essential workers who should remain at their jobs and ignore the bells? It'll be a problem to solve at another time.
From your balcony, you survey the numbers and wonder if you've waited long enough. There must be stragglers, but you can't wait for every Baphomet to arrive. You go forth to reveal yourself to the vassals while carrying the order tablet in your hand.
"Long live the King!" A roar of hundreds of childish voices shatters the air the moment the goat men see you.
Following instructions, you cast the wooden tablet into a lit brazier. The smoke from the burning tablet forms runes in the air, clear and concise for all the vassals to see.
"WE SEE AND OBEY!" The childish voices of hundreds of Baphomets ring with delight. They have a King who is interested in repairing Camelot; what a contrast to the previous Kings. Yet from where you stand, you can see a few dissatisfied faces in the crowd.
That won't do.
