dear_mun | (no subject)

I think it's a little late for that.

What do you mean, my son?

[Arthas wtf did you do to your hair? Teenage rebellion at 30?]

[Light above, is that- It can't be- Oh dear, it is.]

[Meinal curtsies deeply.]

My apologies about your treatment, King Teranas. These muns tends to have odd ideas.

You don't know yet?

[Fuck his life. Fine.]

You need to evacuate the capitol. Now.

Well, this should be interesting.

I cannot evacuate thousands of people without knowing the reason. It will create fear and chaos.

Your words are kind, my lady. Yet you are not responsible for this, so you do not need to to apologize.

This does not need to concern the kingdom of Quel'thalas.

You defend my birthright well, Father.

Determined as ever, King Terenas.

[ It has been so long that she's not even sure what she can say. An apology rests on the tip of her tongue, but he doesn't seem aware of anything other than his mun's intent? ]

Try as you might to dissuade them, my lord, it often ends in failure.

Lordaeron has suffered enough... this is only foolish.

You know what they say about stubborn old men, Tirion.

And fools die, don't they... my king?

Lady Proudmoore.

[His son sure knew how to pick a lovely fiancee.]

I've noticed the power of these muns, yet I'm not willing to give in yet.

Traitors do. I refuse to be manipulated by a 'mun'.

Your tenacity is inspiring as ever. Many do well to continue to look towards you as a pillar of strength.

[ If only he knew how quickly one's strength wanes. ]

Has your mun found a home for you already? They work quicker than most magic when it comes to these matters.

A king is nothing without his people.

[If only.]

They seem to wish to finish a book before doing anything specific... it's a strange endeavor.

Inform them you have no power to yield. All matters of Lordaeron should be brought to the rightful heir.

[ About that. ] Ahh, I'm afraid I wouldn't know.

[ She's only recently become a leader and even then... ]

There's no harm in indulging in those kind of things. Furthering their knowledge of the kingdom of Lordaeron and the people who inhabit it would be good. Luck is on your side with the spare time you have.

How dare you speak to me is such a way? I am still king, Arthas.

[He sighs slightly.]

That is true. However, Lordaeron is in trouble right now, and they need guidance. 'Spare time' is not truly feasible.

[ That they do. Tentatively, she finds herself compelled to ask. ]

If you had the time to spare, what would you do with it? If you do not mind me asking, that is.

I would do as I did when I was younger - spend more time with my children.

[What father wouldn't?]

[ That brings a smile to her face. What a perfect answer. ]

That sort of thing is possible in places like these. In some worlds time back home has stopped and in others there isn't a way to return. Powerful magic is at work and while it cannot be trusted usually, it does offer a bit of relief on the guilty mind.

[She had a nice smile, he noticed, and it reminded him of his late Lianne and the way she lit up a room with her happiness.]

What manner of magic is this?

[Because no matter how nice it sounded, things were never that easy. Ever.]

Will it.

[Yeah he can think of a few other things that'll create fear and chaos.]

The Plague is an attack targeting the citizens of Lordaeron. Every victim that dies rises again as a mindless member of the undead.

[ They rarely are, but explaining this sort of otherworldly magic to one who doesn't understand the arcane entirely is a difficult task. There's a noticeable enough pause as she considers her words in order to ensure they aren't an incomprehensible mess. ]

Admittedly I cannot be certain of the origins, but often it reminds me of the work of the Timeless One. [ Nozdormu, that is. ] Manipulating the various timelines associated with our world and many of the others in order to draw in champions to fight for their cause.

[ Or their amusement. ] In order to make it enticing, they often make it so that our presence isn't missed.

What.

[The horror of those words alone - but the thought of the people falling to undeath?]

Arthas, who is behind this?

[He is quiet for a while, thoughtful as he goes over her words.]

Dragons.

[He mutters, almost exasperated.]

Very well, then. Your word of this does ease my mind a little bit.

Does it matter?

In time, it will.

[But the people come first.]

If you're alive to ask afterwards, I'll explain everything.

Then please enjoy yourself when you can.

[ Guilt keeps her from requesting anything else. ]

It all can be very complicated with the various timelines crossing each other, but in the end it is experience denied to us previously. I implore you to do all you can with the seized opportunity.

Very well.

...be safe, my boy.

I will see what I can do, lady Proudmoore.

[There's a slight smile there on the old man's face, even if he doesn't seem used to smiling any more.]

...thank you.

[So sarcastic it's painful:] I'll try my best.