was a calm morning in eastern WadAsia...

Dew drops fall quietly from the leaves on the trees and present a melodic tempo for the sun to introduce the new day...

A rooster in the distance boasts he is the first to wake, and cattle begin to shuffle around looking for their slop to feed upon...

Commonfolk begin their calm mornings next to the fire, enjoying breakfast with the family before carrying out their daily chores...

Meanwhile, the new WadAsian King, Tracker, sits at his chamber window and peers down at the courtyard...

Chunks of flesh lay strewn across the cobblestone between shards of armor and broken swords... His weak stomach sending him back into his chambers to summon a guard...

"Today.... Today have that mess cleaned, have the benches repaired, and have the Bon Bon John the Awful statue removed" he stated as the guard listened intently.

"Alas, summon our royal artist so that I may have a valiant statue erected of myself bearing the Crown when it arrives..." he says as the guard jots down notes with panic.

"Be gone... leave me to my thoughts..." the King mumbles as he rests upon the throne in a pose he once saw in a Conan movie...

Meanwhile, to the south, warriors begin their fierce daily training... Training to apparently prepare them for a great battle to overthrow the new King....

Numerous exercises are carried out by each platoon... hours and hours of rocket jumping practice, and hours and hours of hopping drills, leaving each warrior exhausted and ready for rest, ale and women...

After each of the other warriors were exhausted and had returned to their dwellings, a single warrior remained on the training grounds...

Flailing his sword about... rocket jumping (with body flips) over the highest of barriers, and bunny hopping through the toughest level obstacle courses, the mighty Sir Jeffulot practiced on through the day until sundown....

As Sir Jeffulot headed off the training field, he was addressed by a young trainee... "Why do you practice so hard Sir Jeffulot?" asked the young one....

"Because my noble wannabe...." Jeffulot said with pity and humor in his voice, "I am to be King" he whispered as he headed toward his hut to service his Queen to be.
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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