Miscellania Royals Polygamists?
With information discovered on Canting Away today, I found myself on the island kingdom of Miscellania and a burning desire to resolve a nagging question. If anyone of you readers has spoken to King Vargas about the Throne of Miscellania, you've likely found yourself in the situation of being the regent and spouse of either Prince Brand or Princess Astrid. If you've kept your word and dealt with any Royal Trouble between Miscellania and Etceteria, you battled and defeated a deadly sea snake housed in the bowels of these 2 island nations.
A very heated discussion broke out amongst my fellow Canters: Merch Gwyar, Cougarsrule9, Zachman3334 and myself over who is truly the regent of Miscellania. Though it is possible for Zach to be one with any of us ladies, none of the ladies can be a co-regent with with each other (unless there is something we haven't told). Before the hair-pulling and eye-gouging commenced, I decided to look into this situation alone.
With the help of my Fremminik brothers and sisters, I sailed across the calm sea to what I had thought to be "my" island kingdom. My ever faithful rune axe swinging from my belt, I carefully strode through the wheat fields to King Vergas' castle. I paused here and there to speak with Miscellanians, even toting a crate of live chickens to the back of the market before making my way up the 2 floors of the castle. As I opened the door from the inner bailey, my subconscious prodded me to take the right set of stairs upwards instead of my normal route to the left (which goes by Prince Brand's bedroom, but that's none of your damn business).
As I stepped on the wooden staircase, I grew closer to muffled voices somewhere above my head. I stealthily crept up onto the landing and listened at the door in front of me. The voices were louder now and to my right. Was the Princess' bedroom that direction? With the skills I'd learn from Martin Thwaite in Burthorpe, I greased the iron hinges with a bit of animal fat then cautiously pushed the door in to the hallway. I kept a gap of scant inches between the door and its frame just in case anyone was watching or would pass by. As I listened to the voices, I identified them - the King's children and Advisor Ghrim! What were they yammering about so feverishly? I slide myself through the small gap and crawled my way to what I presumed to be Princess Astrid's bedroom door.
Princess Astrid: Well, Uncle Ghrim, what was the take on that last batch I gave you?
Ghrim: The flowers are, as usual, quite useless. The maple shortbow and ruby ring were better received with a fair market value.
Princess Astrid: And? Where's my gold then?
Ghrim (jingling of money in a pouch as though it was tossed): 3500 gold pieces, m'dear. Brand, have you anything to turn in or are you still content with the proceeds from the ring of life Kieyanar gifted you?
Prince Brand: Lovely, wasn't it? How precious of her! I should be sad to have it sold, but gold is prettier than gems.
Oh my Guthix! These 3 are grifters! And the royal brats are polygamists! Growling angrily, I kept my cool long enough to escape the passageway undetected and slip upstairs on the left-hand side as I would normally. Those bastards! They would pay for what they've done; the lying and cheating! It would take planning, but justice would prevail! I spoke with King Vergas about the kingdom since Ghrim was busy "elsewhere".
A very heated discussion broke out amongst my fellow Canters: Merch Gwyar, Cougarsrule9, Zachman3334 and myself over who is truly the regent of Miscellania. Though it is possible for Zach to be one with any of us ladies, none of the ladies can be a co-regent with with each other (unless there is something we haven't told). Before the hair-pulling and eye-gouging commenced, I decided to look into this situation alone.
With the help of my Fremminik brothers and sisters, I sailed across the calm sea to what I had thought to be "my" island kingdom. My ever faithful rune axe swinging from my belt, I carefully strode through the wheat fields to King Vergas' castle. I paused here and there to speak with Miscellanians, even toting a crate of live chickens to the back of the market before making my way up the 2 floors of the castle. As I opened the door from the inner bailey, my subconscious prodded me to take the right set of stairs upwards instead of my normal route to the left (which goes by Prince Brand's bedroom, but that's none of your damn business).
As I stepped on the wooden staircase, I grew closer to muffled voices somewhere above my head. I stealthily crept up onto the landing and listened at the door in front of me. The voices were louder now and to my right. Was the Princess' bedroom that direction? With the skills I'd learn from Martin Thwaite in Burthorpe, I greased the iron hinges with a bit of animal fat then cautiously pushed the door in to the hallway. I kept a gap of scant inches between the door and its frame just in case anyone was watching or would pass by. As I listened to the voices, I identified them - the King's children and Advisor Ghrim! What were they yammering about so feverishly? I slide myself through the small gap and crawled my way to what I presumed to be Princess Astrid's bedroom door.
Princess Astrid: Well, Uncle Ghrim, what was the take on that last batch I gave you?
Ghrim: The flowers are, as usual, quite useless. The maple shortbow and ruby ring were better received with a fair market value.
Princess Astrid: And? Where's my gold then?
Ghrim (jingling of money in a pouch as though it was tossed): 3500 gold pieces, m'dear. Brand, have you anything to turn in or are you still content with the proceeds from the ring of life Kieyanar gifted you?
Prince Brand: Lovely, wasn't it? How precious of her! I should be sad to have it sold, but gold is prettier than gems.
Oh my Guthix! These 3 are grifters! And the royal brats are polygamists! Growling angrily, I kept my cool long enough to escape the passageway undetected and slip upstairs on the left-hand side as I would normally. Those bastards! They would pay for what they've done; the lying and cheating! It would take planning, but justice would prevail! I spoke with King Vergas about the kingdom since Ghrim was busy "elsewhere".
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