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Winterhaven nestled amidst the wintry embrace, had kings awaited the arrival of their fellow kings. They mingled in the cold courtyard, some engaged in amiable conversation, exchanging tales of battle and conquest.
However, not all interactions were harmonious. Heated debates unfolded, particularly between The Warg King and The Fisher King, each arguing that their right to access good fishing grounds was more important. It often led to kings separating them just so that they would shut up.
Though it did not take more kings to arrive over the following days. The next king, Edwyn, The Slate King, ruled over the expansive Sheepshead Hills. Draped in garments woven from the finest wool, adorned with intricate patterns of shearing scissors and grazing sheep, Edwyn moved with a light step and a quick bounce in his feet, never staying still for long.
His eyes, a calm shade of gray mirroring the vast hills under his rule, held a kind but simple look. He was quick to greet everyone in kind in a soothing murmur, he even listened to the complaints of the Wark and Fisher kings and tried to give some counselling to them both but was ignored for their wants and needs.
Next was Cedric, The Tower King, who presided over the expansive open plains southeast of the Sheepshead Hills. Clad in garments reflecting the simplicity and resilience of the open plains, adorned with images of the open sky and rolling grasslands and clouds. Cedric moved without a care in the world only really talking with people if they talked to him first.
Cedric's voice floated in the air and a lazy tone like it was a chore to speak with people, especially lesser people. He did not do much when he got to the village as he just kept to himself not chatting with anyone and often stayed to the side of the group.
Gareth, The Locke King, held sway over the open plains south of the Sheepshead Hills. He was clad in armour adorned with symbols of war and conquest, he moved with swagger as his sword and armour gleaned with a clean polish as the scrapes and cuts on it reflected in the sun.
His eyes, a fiery red gaze reflecting the fervour of his martial spirit, held an intense focus when he gazed at anyone. He arrived during the tail end of a snowstorm, but it did not faze him and his men in the slightest, as even when they entered a home to stay the night the snow was starting to melt off their bodies and armour.
Gareth's voice was loud and abrasive like it was it was taking command of a room with just its tone. He chatted with any king and even challenged a couple of them to friendly battle to test their worth and see who they were according to him, only through battle can he know someone.
Elden, The Widower King, presided over the lands east of the Broken Branch River. Clad in attire that spoke of quiet dignity, adorned with simple plain colours fitted loosely on a rather plain man. Elden moved with a quiet step not wanting to get in the way of anyone as he simply went through the motions every day.
His eyes were a sombre shade of gray that mirrored the overcast skies above the river, as he kindly greeted everyone before signing and moving on. With a voice that spoke quietly and softly, he did not grab attention or appear more than he was.
Finally, Royce, The Red King, reigned over the lonely hills. Clad in garments that exuded an air of affability, adorned with subtle patterns of red that plaid nicely on the eyes he gave a worm feeling when you first meet him.
His eyes were a captivating shade of crimson that mirrored the vibrant hues of the lonely hills at dusk. Royce's voice resonated with the honeyed tones as he warmly greeted everyone and even got into deeper conversations with some kings close to his lands.
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"Interesting to finally meet you, Bradon," Royce said. "To unite everyone together, quite the powerful man aren't you."
"What I do, I do for humanity," Brandon said.
"Merely complementing a fellow man for his achievements, Brandon. We all have to work together now for the alliance to work." His says walking off followed by his second in command.
"He seems interesting." Jon comments.
"That's one way to put it," Brandon says. "There should only be a few more kings they should arrive in the next couple of days hopefully."
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The first to arrive of the final groups is Harmond, The Umbar King, holding dominion over the northern expanse of the Last River, a colossal ruler man who towered over every person gathered. Clad in armour that emphasized his formidable physique, powered into the village followed by men of similar stature to himself.
His eyes, a piercing shade of steel, held the unwavering gaze as he boisterously laughed and bantered with every king gathered. Harmond's voice thundered with power, as he dragged around his friend the Frost King to every conversation.
Next was the Frost, The Frost King, who reigned over the unforgiving realm of the Gray Cliffs, east of the Umbar Lands. Clad in frost-covered regalia in a deep shade of iceberg blue, adorned with a frozen reflective pattern that displayed a pleasant pattern. He arrived with the Umbar King as they walked side by side though let the Umbar King do most of the talking with his booming voice.
His eyes, an icy hue that reflected the frigid depths of the Gray Cliffs, held a frosty gaze as he stared deeply into everyone often putting everyone one edge. But when he did speak it was a soothing voice and very calm never raising it.
Finally, was Hugo, The Flint King, commanded the formidable mountainous terrain, ruling over a realm marked by rugged peaks and unbearable terrain. Clad in weathered attire of furs and leather, Hugo moved with a robust gait, followed by a large gathering of men who were later revealed to be the clans of the mountain that he had been united in the past by his grandfather.
His eyes, a piercing shade of granite as he crassly greeted everyone with little care for them as he swayed around the might of his mountain kingdom first created by his grandfather and was passed on to him. He spoke often never seeming to tire of his voice as he always held the conversation.
With the last king finally here, it was time for Brandon to start the king's meeting.