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Paragonian Knights
Justice Company
((geez Im away from the forums for a few days and everyones posting story stuff , nice work and i'll be intrested to see how he gets involved with ERA ))
OOC: This is about my newest and most intriguing villain Pharaoh Pain and his induction to ERA [which will come later]. I took bits and pieces of ideas from the Book of Exodus [Bible]; Moses. Bear with me as this is my first time posting my work on the CoH forums. Hope you like it, and feedback is always welcomed.
IC:
Over 3,000 years ago...
Northern Africa
The king of his people, the Ukunza, sat outside his grand hut eagerly awaiting the arrival of his first son. The queen screamed in pain, the veins in her head began to show as she pushed for the child to come out. Finally, the prince had arrived. The king ran inside as soon as he was notified of his child’s arrival. The crying baby boy wrapped in cloth was soon comforted by the embrace of his father.
“I will name him Emal.” The king said as he smiled and cradled his son. Emal in Ukunza meant “strong willed”. A scribe by the name of Ujin began to record the information of the Princes’ birth on a stone tablet. However, he did not use a tool to etch into the stone. He used ancient magic inherited by the Ukunza people and passed down for generations. Suddenly, a knock was heard at the grand hut opening. It was the messenger for the council of the Ukunza.
“The council needs to speak with you, my highness.”
The king turned around in great distaste for their timing. He turned back to his son, and stared at his newborn face. The messenger placed his hand on the kings’ shoulder, signifying him to make it quick. The king sighed and passed the baby boy to the shaman. His pace towards the council chambers was obviously filled with frustration. Upon entering the chambers he watched as the council silenced their whispers. The chamber built to where the council looks down upon who they are meeting with. Their chairs were made of gold and steps to them of marble. The center floor had a spiral-like mix of marble and gold.
“You have chosen a very good time.” The king said with sarcasm in his tone.
The lead councilman raised out of his chair. “It is about the pr—. “
The king stomped the ground and his raised his voice.“My son? On the day of his arrival, you want to speak of this?”
“We have to Unza. Your son may be the protector we’ve longed awaited. We are a pacifist race. We have no weapons of war, nor even use our knowledge of magic to fight. With this one protector, we can finally stop evading the other northern factions.”
“My son will not be used as a tool.” The king scolded.
“But we may peri—. “
“I said no! This session is OVER!” The council jumped back as the king raised his voice. They began to whisper once more. The lead councilman silenced them with a sound and a wave of his finger.
“This will be our downfall… your majesty.”
The king looks up at the council members, eyeing each of them. His eyes show doubt, but his heart filled with confidence in his people. Or maybe it is just his stubbornness.
“I am finished. My son will not be used as a tool. I will not stand and watch as my son fights the enemy as we all sit back and watch as if he were attached to strings. Farewell.”
The council began to whisper again as the king walks off.