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King Alamax

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This article is about King Alamax and the final days of his reign. His nation was thrown into a short, but violent war with the Trids at the beginning of The Great Rustling. After King Alaxmax's death his nation would endure another decade of turmoil before again being invaded and conquered by the Trids. Below is his posthumous telling of his final days as told reported by the god, RussleJimJams:
<div style="border:1px solid #ccc;font:16px/26px Georgia, Garamond, Serif;overflow:auto;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It was a blisteringly hot day and I did my best to fake a sincere farewell to the Baron of the westernmost provinces, despite my animosity towards him. He finally climbed into his carriage and the coachman closed the door behind him, freeing me of his incessant nagging about the reconstruction in Glendale. My appointment to meet the baron took over an hour longer than expected. After the baron had made his leave, I remember entering the grand hall where a messenger was waiting for me with some terribly important news. I apologized for the delay then I beckoned him to tell me his news.
<br> <br> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Well, your majesty,” he stumbled over the words, “I come bearing troublesome news from the Count of West Ridge. It seems that they’ve found something of interest near the creek.”
<br> <br> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “What was it?”
<br> <br> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Extending my hand out to shake his I said, “The pleasure was truly mine.”
<br> <br> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Shaking my hand, he drew me in close. As I was putting my hand on his shoulder, I felt a sudden, searing pain in my side. He whispered in my ear, “That was for my father who died in your son’s needless war.” He pulled his knife from my side and stabbed again. “That was for my friend.” Again he stabbed me saying, “And this is for his brother.” He withdrew the knife from my side and pushed me to the ground. He stood looming over with his heading blocking the sun from my eyes. The shadows danced across his face like demons as he told me, “I will see your son’s head roll if it means the death of me.” Crouching down he placed his hand behind my head and tilted me up to face him, “And I want you to know who sent him in the deepest pit of hell reserved for you two.”
<br> <br> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I felt the warm blade slip between my ribs and gasped with sudden pain. I looked beyond the man and into the distance. I found myself staring at the shearwater flying about. Could that be RussleJimJams here to witness my end? The bird flapped its wings and rode the currents that flow like a river through the boundless sky. I left my spirits and my soul rise from my frail body as the bird was silently obscured by the light of the sun.</i></div>
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