Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170426005434

ReDquinox wrote: "Well, I guess I'll start with what we came here for," Tim began. "Kheiro. He's been hounding us ever since we first showed up in the Royal Wasteland. I mean, we all arrived separately, at least I did, but from the moment we set foot in the Cause's headquarters his name has been showing up wherever we go. Just like that prophecy. The people at the Vaults, the Legion, the Brotherhood, wherever we go, he seems to have been there first."

"I guess my question is, who is he? And what is this prophecy he wants fulfilled?" "I can't tell you who Kheiro is, because I don't know.  Nobody does.  One year ago he appeared in the Wasteland.  Perhaps he was around before, but it's impossible to tell given how he hides his face.  None of my intelligence tells me how he's gathered such a large force.  He doesn't recruit, does control any land, no one owes allegiance to him.  His fighters appear out of nowhere.  A force of fifty men could appear in the middle of the city and we'd have no idea how he got them there.  Kheiro is a mystery, in every sense of the word."

The King paused as they rounded a bend, passing through a cultivated grove of trees, some species of flora that should long be extinct.

"The prophecy, I know much about.  Because I once believed it was about me." The King was silent for a moment to let that sink in.

"The man who headed the House of Devane before I did was a madman.  Dubbed himself 'the Wizard' and said the Royal Wasteland was his 'Oz.'  Based of a children's book from long ago.  He sent out messengers from beyond this Wasteland.  One messenger ended up in California, at the Boneyard, a place in Los Angeles, the headquarters of the Followers of Apocalypse.  I was one of the Followers who took interest in the message.  The message told of all the riches that lay in the Wizard's Oz, and how a 'Prophecy of Four' needed to be fulfilled.  I was much younger, and curious.

"Taking three Followers who were also interested, I led them to Seattle.  However, things did not go as planned.  There were complications.  By some strange twist of fate, I ended up ruler of Mercer Island, one of my friends was killed, and the other two settled in different corners of the Emerald City. The three of us shaped the Royal Wasteland into what it is today.  We believed we were doing the Prophecy's work.  I'm not sure when my belief changed, when I came to understand we were not a part of the Prophecy, in fact I began to believe it was a work of fiction.

"Kheiro's arrival proved two things.  The Prophecy is very real.  And it is most certainly not about me.  The Prophecy is simple, in it's original Sammamish.  Four people of varying descriptions will come to the Emerald City, Seattle.  They're going to 'right past wrongs,' which I assume has something to do with making up for crimes in the past, either their own or other's.  I took it to be my fixing what damage the 'Wizard' caused and atoning for my own sins.  They'll protect a 'just cause.'  That sounded like making sure the Cause continued to survive as an organization, which I have done, or perhaps even protect people from the Cause, which I have also done by limiting their power.  They will 'set themselves above kings;' I overthrew the Wizard, the current King, and took charge.

"And, finally, these four men will 'broker power among gods.'  This one I have never been able to figure out.  You know what's very interesing about it though?"