Thread: The Hunt For The Lost King (With DaveTheHuman)

Walking down the long hallway, David went about his usual routine. Once he reached the end, he stepped through the doors and felt a warmth that matched a Summer's day with air as crisp as one could imagine. He was told it wasn't magic that kept the room so warm. Instead it had something to do with the glass ceiling harnessing the sun's heat along with a hot spring beneath the cobblestone floor. Magic or not, it truly was impressive. The room wasn't simply designed to enjoy the warmth of summer in the dead of winter. It's purpose was to grow various fruits, vegetables, and herbs year-round. The sea of green and crisp air proudly displayed its success. David reached down, grabbed the leaves of a plant, and pulled out a large orange carrot from the dirt. He then chopped it off with a small knife, put the carrot in one basket, and the foliage in another. Yesterday he was busy harvesting the fruit trees and today it was time for the vegetables. The work was simple and kept the one unanswerable thought out of his head. The man continued pulling up carrots. He stood over six feet tall and had a strong muscular body. His skin was light, but not nearly as light as his hosts. David's hair was a dark brown with a matching beard that was kept short. When he first looked at himself in the mirror, he figured he was probably some kind of laborer. His hosts knew as little as him, but they gave him a name regardless, David. As they stood on the far end of the greenhouse, the elvish lord spoke to the king. He still hasn't regained any memories of his past, your majesty. The king nodded and said Perhaps that is best. The lord looked confuse and asked Forgive me, but why is that? King Neron continued looking at their guest while he replied There is only pain for him to remember and should he decide to challenge his usurper, I'm afraid no army would rise for him... yet. The lord understood. The decision was traveling along the fine line of deceit and mercy. It was a decision the lord was happy not to make. Lord Lenson remembered back nearly two years ago when they found the deposed human king. The man was walking down the winding trail wearing commoners clothes with hay clinging to the fabric. His walk had no urgency or care in the world, just a slow curiousness. The elvish guards brought the king to him, and that was where Lord Lenson recognized him. Many times he had visited the neighboring human kingdom for royal invites, King David's face was hard to forget. So when the weary king looked up at the lord he had seen countless times before and asked where he was, Lord Lenson knew amnesia was to blame. King David had never forgot his name in the many years they knew each other. But King Neron was right, perhaps it was best he had lost his memory. So the lord tread carefully and consulted with his own king who hurried over to the place the humans called the enchanted castle. Even after that first meeting, King Neron still came around to check on King David. The enchanted castle was a unique place. From the outside it appeared to be a run-down castle covered in thorn bushes and ivy but that was just an ancient spell to serve as a defense. Without being brought in by an elvish citizen, any outsider could toil endlessly with the foliage without any hopes of reaching an entrance. The impossibility in entering the domain had caused countless rumors to spread among the neighboring humans as to what resided in the castle. As expected, the stories ranged from every corner of the imagination.