Our heroes were in the process of crafting a new weapon when a detachment of the monarchists attacked. Led by the prosecutor, they overwhelmed our heroes, who had no martial skills, for the soldier, who was very brave, sought to fight and die for both sides, as it was not in a soldier’s mind to question his allegiance.
The prosecutor informed them that the replacement of the replacement was by no means a wise king, and it was to the monarchists’ advantage as well as our heroes that he were deposed. If our heroes aided in her conspiracy, she would grant them amnesty and freedom as they wished. To this, our heroes complied.
Immediately our heroes lifted the embargo of goods to the monarchists. They purchased, on credit, food, drink and arms aplenty, and thus gained the upper hand in the war, as the rebels were still fractured and friendless among neighbors. The monarchists praised the replacement’s replacement, as the replacement’s replacement was the type to take praise well.
During one celebratory feast, when the replacement’s replacement bit into the leg of a roasted duck, he became deathly white, and foamed at the mouth. As quickly as they could our heroes sent him an antivenom. Promptly he revived, and led his troops into the heart of the rebels’ camps, crushing them.
Having now routed the rebels, he was in the process of bargaining for peace among the remnants. Peace, to him and his forebears, was to surrender their necks to nooses and their women into captivity. The rebels disliked this concession and mounted a desperate assault on the monarchists’ camp. Our heroes discovered this through a spy, disguised in the tailor’s clothing, and hired a guild of carpenters to fortify the monarchists’ defenses. The assault was frustrated, and the rebels had to part with their necks.
The replacement’s replacement was overjoyed and ordered a triumph, which our heroes obliged. The dwarves fashioned chariots in brilliant gold, the recruiter found litter-bearers, and the businesswoman procured barrels of wine. The triumph occurred on a sunny day, where the men were handsome, the women beautiful, and everyone smiled, until the prosecutor drove her dagger into the replacement’s replacement’s heart. His army did not mind, as he contemplated burying them alive as his army eternal. Unfortunately, the rebels thereupon regrouped and regained territory, and then some.
Our heroes felt they had accomplished their goal of destroying the monarchists and were content with it, until the prosecutor, who was now the queen, summoned them to court. She accused them of treason and sought to have them executed.
Our heroes equipped the amulet of wisdom on the mage’s husband, the half-minotaur, half-cow. Immediately he wrote an impassioned defense on behalf of our heroes’ rights, claiming that they could not deny their sovereign’s requests. It was unfortunate that this argument did not fly under the new regime, whose sovereign was not the replacement’s replacement but the prosecutor.
The mage’s husband argued that they had attempted to kill the king, but were very incompetent. Considering they had been the cause of everyone else but the king’s deaths, this argument did not fly.
Our heroes gathered together on the final days of the trial, and submitted their final argument. The replacement’s replacement and the prosecutor’s arguments were illegitimate, thus their laws could not be obeyed. Neither had an ounce of dragon’s blood. Further, our hero had this divine blood. As the queen was to announce that blood was not a determining factor for royalty as a result of martial law, a noble drove his dagger into her heart.
Nevertheless our hero was not king for long, lest he lose his heart too. The monarchists established a parliament in absence of a king, and the mage’s husband demanded a divorce.
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