Stormblood [4.0]: Post may contain potential spoilers.
Baelsar’s Wall
Here we are. Stormblood! Yep… Its time to do another 100 days for an expansion. To be quite honest, I don’t really have any special plans for this. Hopefully, there won’t be any perpetual blizzards. Watch it just be fog instead.
Wielder
Cheers around on what seemed to be almost that of a colloseum. A vast majority of the audience happen to be that of peasants or decently clothed merchants. In one particular spot happens to be a stand exclusive for nobles. In the center of that stand is a small awning that sticks out in the middle rows and happens to be occupied by the queen of this very nation. In the middle of everything happens to be a podium that houses a pristine sword almost as if it had never been touched. In the opposite direction of where the sword faces. Is a gate where people lining up and amping themselves. The Queen sits on their chair in absolute boredom. This will be the third year She says to herself. The queen has very little expectations of this event offering a new successor to the sword. A man sat in another chair next to her who is the current minister. The man looks over to here depressed state concerned. However the man chooses to not speak towards her.
Soon the line of people began to start moving towards the sword. Right before the first person attempts to pickup the sword the queen speaks. “I just hope no casualties come of this. The people don’t truly understand the responsibilites that the sword requires of the wielder.”
“That I can agree with. However, none of the nobles understanding those responsibilities were worthy of the sword.” The minister speaks out clearly.
The Queen sighs and rests their hand against their cheek. “I was wondering why there were no nobles involved around this time. I thought you prefer to stick with tradition Minister?”
The Minister looks over at the queen and frowns their eyebrows a tad. “You would’ve been aware of these circumstances if you actually bothered to partake in our meetings. Since the birth of this kingdom, this is the first time that the sword has never deemed anyone worthy in multiple years.”
She glances over to the Minister and lazily looks back at the podium watching each person failing to lift the sword. Occasionally, she would see someone get flung away from the sword, an indication of poor magic aptitude.
“Thats why I have you Minister. There’s no need for me to participate when you already know what my intentions are. Besides I understand the situation of our kingdom and that we need our symbol to protect us once more. I just wish that you didn’t turn it into a gambling match.” Over at the other stands where some of the peasants and merchants reside. She notices people exchanging coins as if betting on who would pick up the sword or be flung away from it. So far no one seemed to have succeeded in their bets.
To be Continued
Alright. I gotten a bit carried away with today’s story. I didn’t even bother with how much time it took to type since I figured that my plan was going to go above it anyways. The unfortunate reality is that I have less than 4 minutes to get this posted. I plan to continue this story tomorrow and try to bring it at a satisfying end. I’ll explain more behind the motives of this story later.