The Golden King
Rex Jalahaeck, the victorious conqueror, had returned from his campaign across the land and below. Conquering many great cities for their people to kneel to his reign. For him was thrown a great celebration that lasted many menses named the Circem Victoriem - in Rex Jalahaeck’s great honor. For septs, the celebration raged. Exotic animals were battled, caskets from far off lands were emptied and the plundered gold of the campaign was bathed in by the city.
Jealous of the victory and popularity of the Rex, Vosdrubelle - bastard sister of Rex Jalahaeck, had plotted against him. For the many mense long celebration, Vosdrubelle had crafted a mighty throne for her brother. And seated such within a chamber of her own design. Furnaces roared surrounding the throne, plundered gold melting within their flaming maws as the dwarves cheered and celebrated. The brother of the Rex, Nemega, had warned Rex Jalahaeck - untrusting of their sister, yet he was ignored. Vosdrubelle would tempt her mighty and drunken brother to seat himself upon her throne as a gift to celebrate his victorious reign and return from military campaign. Rex Jalahaeck, once seated, would be consumed by the great machine, as a gigantic mold was fitted around his body and throne where he was entrapped. Poured over its top was his plundered gold - melted down as he became a living cast for a statue of himself.
The Rex's golden body was said to be then divided into six pieces by his sister and spread across Mignuhm’s Dwarf Run far and wide; so none may bring the Rex back together again. Discovering her plot, Nemega, Judicar of the Runes, and bastard brother to the Rex drove his sister from the city and embarked on a quest to recover the divided pieces of his brother. Exactly one tsel after Rex Jalahaeck’s death, with none of the true bloodline to rule Mignuhm, the earth opened beneath the great city and swallowed many its great machines and works. So long as the true bloodline is not seated upon the Throne of Mignuhm, the hole shall expand from now and evermore until the entirety of the Judicariate is lost beneath the crumbled stones of its own ruins.
The ninety ninth Rex of the Judicariate of Mignuhm, the Golden Rex Jalahaeck, is now known as the lost ruler to his people. By his disappearance, Mignuhm has fallen, its great machines and people now slowly consumed by the earth as their great cavern crumbles and falls. None of pure royal blood is seated upon the great city’s throne, and none of pure royal blood lead Mignuhm. If he is not to return, the city shall be doomed to be swallowed by the earth entirely. Its great progress, techniques, culture, and technology forever lost within the cities buried debris.
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