History

Well, this is the History of Faorla. This intro thing will possibly get deleted when I get a bigger History section. Yeah, well, you can read this if you're just interested or if you want to role play Faorla Past role plays on the message boards not connected to this. um, yeah, I'm gonna let you read the 'History book' By yourself, so umm...Yeah...bye then... O.o

1576
When my little boy Edward was young, I had to leave him with my love to escort the king to a new location for the villagers. Our soil had been growing weary after only a decade of use, but we needed to move on. Bidding my family farewell, I hustled the king out of the village. We traveled through many places, wasting many uneventful days to reach a place large enough for our friends. After thouroghly examining it, His Majesty proclaimed the land healthy and there was much rejoicing. His Majesty, sick of worry for his family, went to retrieve the villagers with two of his men. The rest of us were determined to build a small shelter to occupy our needs.

1577
Some knights went off into the dense forest, then came back with a single lady in their arms, who soon became their wife. That must have been when the trouble truly began. Raids of men-eating men attacked the lopsided village we had managed to build. They attacked without sympathy, killing those who got in their way. They took the women, then left us in the smouldering ruins of the village. Many were blamed, fingers were pointed, most at the men who brought the women. We eventually resolved it and set to work rebuilding shelter.

1577
THEY came again, though we had left them unbothered for five full moons. This time, they brought fire with them, nestled on sticks of dead underbrush. These will be my last words, for it pains me to write. But I must leave the record for His Majesty. I was in my house when they lit it a-flame. It quickly burned to the ground, me still inside. I have received multiple wounds, but must survive. I can now hear the sounds of hooves in the distance; at least I know my son has made it to this hellish land..

1578
My father was dead; that was no surprise to me. Though I remembered him little, the pain was unbearable. But enough of that. Taking my father's place, I must now write the records down for him. Though our food supply is getting larger, we still have scarce enough for us all. Some must go without food for days to feed their families. Some of those put up fights, the others gladly donate their food, and still others don't mind having the food taken. I'm one of the last group. Dear me, I must stop rambling and get on with the records. Today is a marvelous day indeed; the king has given birth to a child, an heir to the throne. There was much rejoicing. Seeing as I'm only six, I often fantisize myself holding the new princess's hand as we say our vows. But I know that won't happen. Besides that, there is nothing other to report.


1587

I know I haven't been recording, but others were taking care of that while I was taking care of my sick mother. Now she is dead. I'm to be a servant in the king's household, to actually bring out the food for the royal family. My fantasies of the princess have grown stronger as she grows more beautiful by the day. Now this page musn't be seen by His Highness.

1588

I dread something is wrong with his Higness. He goes into constant fits everyday now, shouting at things that aren't there. He's being looked after in the castle hospital. I don't think he'll be cured. The Royal Family is now crying, already mourning their lose. Until Sylvia, the princess, comes of age, Her Majesty the queen must rule. How I wish I could help.


1589

The king died, about 5 full moons ago. Peacfully, in his dreams. Now the village is going into mourning, wearing only black. But something is coming that is much worse. A diesiese. I've noticed some have already become victim to the wicked plague. The symptoms are small at first; Slight dizziness, headaches, nausia. The regular symptoms. Then it gets worse. The victim begins rambling to the air, much like the king did before his death. Soon, they begin to slip into something like a trance, doing things. They wake up later, no remembering a thing. I believe foul magic is a-foot here.


1591

They've caught the culprit responsible for the plague; the royal wizard. How I was shocked when my friend was exiled to death. But it is good. I'm afraid though...I'm beginning to feel dizzy. I must lie down...


1592

Edward has unfortunatly caught the plague. The last victim. He is not dead yet, but almost. I can't wait. Soon, I can return to power.


1592

Amazing...I didn't write that above, but the nurse says she saw me writing it yesterday. Sanity has left me now, this is the end of my life. The pen is feeling wobbly in my hand. Irresitibly sleepy. But I must write about Sylvia. Today, she caught me in my sanity and...



Edward Coveskin. Born, 1572. Died 1592. Forever will he rest, fiance of Sylvia.