The Rising Throne
Long ago, back when humans only first settled in Evoria, the shunned family Lavingé took up residence in Nilesia, now called Nilesian Court. Then, it was more an annexation of Rerya than a sovereign clan. This alliance with Rerya granted the Lavingés certain magical gifts and powers.
One such gift was a bronze and silver throne. A core of black walnut gilded with bronze or silver, wonderfully woven and traced. The lond of a nearby Graccian town gifted it to them as a token of appreciation for a service. Upon transporting the throne, the driver, Billé, steadied the throne in its transportation crate. Upon touching it he fell over, dead. The horse arrived at Bypass, the capital of Nilesia.
The chief advisor in long robes requested the lord himself, Ádio Lavingé, come to "greet the throne." Many found this phrasing odd, but the Ádio did come. He knelt before it, still in the cart, and whispered dark utterances. Many looked away. Ádio rose and used some spell to bring the throne down and into his ruling court. There it sat with proper carpet underneath. Regal it looked with the chandeliers' lights blazing upon it. Evilly Ádio smiled while on it. Any who approached had a difficult time not casting down their eyes. It almost hummed with some magical energy.
Once a servant cleaned the throne. Upon touching it he fell over, grabbing at his throat. By the time others ran over to him he had died. Yet another cleaned the other thrones. Unfortunately she clumsily bumped into the throne and fell down, face buried into the polished flagstone, pressing until her skull loudly cracked. After this it was ordered no one were to clean or touch the throne.
One night a guard heard voices from the throne room. He peaked readily around the corner to assess the situation. No one was there. He glanced at the throne and felt as if he was viewing something forbidden. An hour later he heard more voices. He peaked around again but found no one. Another glace at the throne. "NO," a hissing voice assaulted him. Frightened he spun back around the corner. Sweat trickled down his face. Again he heard voices. He did not look around the corner this time. However the whispering voices turned into a conversational tone, and even sounded like Ádio. He turned around the corner, and wished he had not. He saw Ádio there, sitting in his throne. His mouth was agape and his eyes were black. He sat on the throne. The throne levitated, rising several feet into the air. Ádio made an open-mouthed note, like a low, drawn out ring from a dolorous bell. The guard shrieked but no noise escaped and he collapsed on the floor.
Another guard found him and brought the cleric who cast speak with dead to find out who did this. He answered "Ádio, on his rising throne." They shivered and thought this odd. The next day, however, both saw Ádio on his throne giving a proclamation. At the height of the speech the throne rose. He outstretched his arms and commanded the court to kneel before him. "I am your king!" he declared, his voice quadrupled. "Bow before me!" Out of fear, everyone dropped to one knee. The throne slowly descended.
Ádio continued to reign until killed by assassins, but many turned a blind eye to this killing, saying he fell from the tall tower he loved. He continues to haunt to this day. As for the throne, it had dispel magic cast upon it, thrown into a bag of holding, and kept in the dungeon underneath the castle. Still, whispers are heard at night and a far off scream of rage can be heard when the moon shines through the high, open windows.
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