ℒhivoria. A kingdom of adventure, betrayal, greed, and power.
The young king of Lhivoria had been finalizing the scheme he had been working on for the last few months. It had been on the eve of his father’s death that he was given the large wooden chest belonging to his great-grandfather. The chest contained the many scrolls and passages about the family lineage, biased definitions of the creatures around the land, as well as the mad man scrawling of the stone and inside of the labyrinth. No one under the jurisdiction of the king had been through the labyrinth since the fall of the current king’s great-grandfather. The current king’s own father had no need nor want for the stone, finding happiness in his own life and family as well as his kingdom.
The current king’s wife warned against the power of greed, and questioned why he couldn’t see the madness in the writings for himself. There was no use, the power of the stone was just too powerful to put aside. Between the long researched nights the king tried to have a child to take on his lineage for when he would pass away. Soon, they found his wife was unable to produce offspring; and his fight for the stone became even more desperate than it had before. He needed it for not only his only happiness, but the fate of the kingdom depended on it.
“I demand that damn stone!” he yelled at the general of his royal army. ”But your majesty… that is suicide for our men!” the man exclaimed, the look of worry in his eyes. It was one thing to protect the kingdom, but another to send the men straight into what the land knew of from lore as a death trap. ”Are you calling my great-grandfather a liar? Or are you calling me foolish?”[b] the king barked, getting to his feet, his fists pounding on the arms of his throne. [b]”No your majesty.” he responded, bowing his head in defeat and respect.
”I had no plans to send all our men into the labyrinth my friend. I will be writing a request to the forest dwelling people of Padma and Medraut, the magical bearing folks from the top of Mt. Basile, and the willing humans from our kingdom walls. I will be tricking the foolish into doing my bidding, you see. Many will die, but surely one will succeed. I’ll promise them goods and fortune, but I can’t always keep my promises.” a cackle escaped his lips as he shoved many scrolls into the general’s hands. ”Make sure you send your men to post many of these in the areas I aforementioned. I also want you to choose one of your men to lead this group and make sure that the stone gets to me. Understand?”
“Understood.” the general said, coming to action as soon as possible.
The general sent his lower ranking men across the land for the next week delivering the message to the residents of Lhivoria. As his men left the kingdom walls he called for and gave his high ranking man, Tyrus Froste a scroll. ”From order of the king, I was to request a brave and honorable man to represent the Royal Kingdom in the voyage to the center of the labyrinth. Your mission is to reach the center for the stone, and return it the kingdom. Do you understand solider?” the general lied through his teeth, but stated as bluntly and as stern as he could muster.
In other parts of the kingdom, this note was posted to various tree and structure alike:
A week had gone by, giving every being far and wide long enough time to reach the kingdom gates. As the large and powerful church bells signaled the start of the quest, the anxious king waited in protection on the other side of the fence, waiting to see what his kingdom had produced from his calling.