The chosen one, King Liam, along with his chief ministers. The rangers and councilors, too, had gotten together to plan and decided on a plan of action. They sent out an agent in keeping with the trail theme. The theme that was long established in the Cekko kingdom and the realms of the great kings. This agent's job was to go, seek, and find the Genode pellets and see to the safe return of those said Genodes back home to the kingdom. These were not just any old Genode pellets, you know, they were real gems. Those that pertain to the kings, and them only. All the Cekko kings, without exception.
Those were the very same Genodes pellets that were said to have been stolen from the palace and taken away from the kingdom in a savage revolt staged by Cespedoran "the vile one" and his cronies. Well, so the story goes on the stone ends. As that story was to go over there on those Cekkolands shores, Cespedoran "The vile one" had grabbed the Genode pellets and run out the doors. Leaving the kingdom and all the ensuing problems behind him, near the fan. With the king's guards in hot pursuit behind them. Along with a bunch of leather-clad warrior women riding on zebra-striped beasts and trailing him and them, to try and reel them back in. To come back home to face up to the truth again.
However, there was another version of the story in some spheres over there. Another version of the story has it this way: Cespedoran and his cronies didn't run at all. But they would have fallen through a crack in the flooring wall that had opened up beneath their feet as quickly as a wink of an over-excited Cekko eyelid from the fall. Like, falling and fast-rising up again like your own eyelids that were busily looking at them, same as I did, you know.
Cespedoran and the whole bunch of them would have fallen through the crack that had opened up beneath them before they knew what had hit them. That was then, though, but this is now, no? "Yes." This is the present age, and it has been some sixteen thousand years since those occurrences. One agent after another would have been at work. Traveling the world. Traversing through time, space, and several dispensations to find and return the lost Genodes home, in this case. Among other things, yes. Tailoring such schemes to get them back home to the kingdom and the throne, and into the proper place beside him to sit down.
These Genode pellets were sent down through time and space. On through to modern-day people by the Cespedoran event, as they'd said. They were scattered and sent down, even to people of the humanoid kind. The earthling races, as they are known, yes, by those from ancient times. These pellets must be returned to the palace so that the king's son, his firstborn and only son. Or at least, the rightful royal son and heir to the throne (to be specific) since there may yet be many more sons by the time you get to the "done part" with reading this story in parchment ore, as we did. But, whatever the case. The pellets must be returned home to the throne so that this son may live again and reign.
We used the words "live again" advisedly here because technically speaking? He's still alive but in a vastly altered state. A state that is not conducive to life in Cekkoland at any level. Let alone to have him sitting on the Cekko throne. However, he needs to be restored to optimal health and wellness to continue in the Cekko legacy as it pertains to the kings. The legacy of never-ending life, as it is said of the Cekko kings and the knights. Whether or not it's in Cekkoland, he must, and shall continue to live. Even though he, Bauctnumboulei, unlike how things are with you and me in the current scheme of things in the doorway, may not get to reign in the realms of the great Kings of Cekkoland as he should. Shadow will go; he will go whether or not he wants to.
Shadow Needleman is an agent, well-abled and trusted by King Liam and all his other mighty men, too. It was for this very reason that he was chosen over you, apart from the fact that he liked the guy. The king liked him, that Shadow man, thing, yes, that's why, him. Smokey, yes, Smokey liked him too, it would have seemed. This same Shadow was the first to be entrusted with the task of finding and returning the Genodes home. But not on his own easy-handed will was he drawn into the deal.
He was drugged and dragged out of the fields. But then, he would have side-stepped his royal duties and was found wandering around and making himself busy dancing with Spooky. He'd even gone so far as to be found messing around with the humanoid kinds and interacting too intimately with them and other such entities along the way. All in his efforts at accomplishing the task, and fulfilling the errands of the day, since you'd asked. Including, but not limited to, interacting with those of the humanoid kind as if he were one of them. Getting drawn way too deeply into them and their ways. All in his quest to get the job done as it was told to us in those days, or was it?
The mission was interrupted in the strangest of ways possible. Well, strange that is, if you, just like the Shadow man, would have happened to be out-of-this-world crazy, like me, and not of the humanoid world. But then you'd happened to fall head over heels in love with a dame. Or with a bunch of dames. Dames of the very same humanoid kind, by any given name. Think you've got trouble? Wait until you've got trouble. You'll see. Speaking of having trouble, that Shadow man right there, look at him through the lens of this thing. "See?"
Yes, as of now, he has surely got that a-plenty. The "trouble" thing? Yes. Even to spare, not running on empty anymore. Shadow would have gotten himself bitten, stupefied by the beauty and charm of an earthling worm. And then another, and yet others, until? Got drawn in by their pretty looks and blinking eye deals. He was "in" so deeply that he almost lost the desire to return to Cekkoland. Well, he did lose the desire, but.
To be continued.
WritingElk.
Those were the very same Genodes pellets that were said to have been stolen from the palace and taken away from the kingdom in a savage revolt staged by Cespedoran "the vile one" and his cronies. Well, so the story goes on the stone ends. As that story was to go over there on those Cekkolands shores, Cespedoran "The vile one" had grabbed the Genode pellets and run out the doors. Leaving the kingdom and all the ensuing problems behind him, near the fan. With the king's guards in hot pursuit behind them. Along with a bunch of leather-clad warrior women riding on zebra-striped beasts and trailing him and them, to try and reel them back in. To come back home to face up to the truth again.
However, there was another version of the story in some spheres over there. Another version of the story has it this way: Cespedoran and his cronies didn't run at all. But they would have fallen through a crack in the flooring wall that had opened up beneath their feet as quickly as a wink of an over-excited Cekko eyelid from the fall. Like, falling and fast-rising up again like your own eyelids that were busily looking at them, same as I did, you know.
Cespedoran and the whole bunch of them would have fallen through the crack that had opened up beneath them before they knew what had hit them. That was then, though, but this is now, no? "Yes." This is the present age, and it has been some sixteen thousand years since those occurrences. One agent after another would have been at work. Traveling the world. Traversing through time, space, and several dispensations to find and return the lost Genodes home, in this case. Among other things, yes. Tailoring such schemes to get them back home to the kingdom and the throne, and into the proper place beside him to sit down.
These Genode pellets were sent down through time and space. On through to modern-day people by the Cespedoran event, as they'd said. They were scattered and sent down, even to people of the humanoid kind. The earthling races, as they are known, yes, by those from ancient times. These pellets must be returned to the palace so that the king's son, his firstborn and only son. Or at least, the rightful royal son and heir to the throne (to be specific) since there may yet be many more sons by the time you get to the "done part" with reading this story in parchment ore, as we did. But, whatever the case. The pellets must be returned home to the throne so that this son may live again and reign.
We used the words "live again" advisedly here because technically speaking? He's still alive but in a vastly altered state. A state that is not conducive to life in Cekkoland at any level. Let alone to have him sitting on the Cekko throne. However, he needs to be restored to optimal health and wellness to continue in the Cekko legacy as it pertains to the kings. The legacy of never-ending life, as it is said of the Cekko kings and the knights. Whether or not it's in Cekkoland, he must, and shall continue to live. Even though he, Bauctnumboulei, unlike how things are with you and me in the current scheme of things in the doorway, may not get to reign in the realms of the great Kings of Cekkoland as he should. Shadow will go; he will go whether or not he wants to.
Shadow Needleman is an agent, well-abled and trusted by King Liam and all his other mighty men, too. It was for this very reason that he was chosen over you, apart from the fact that he liked the guy. The king liked him, that Shadow man, thing, yes, that's why, him. Smokey, yes, Smokey liked him too, it would have seemed. This same Shadow was the first to be entrusted with the task of finding and returning the Genodes home. But not on his own easy-handed will was he drawn into the deal.
He was drugged and dragged out of the fields. But then, he would have side-stepped his royal duties and was found wandering around and making himself busy dancing with Spooky. He'd even gone so far as to be found messing around with the humanoid kinds and interacting too intimately with them and other such entities along the way. All in his efforts at accomplishing the task, and fulfilling the errands of the day, since you'd asked. Including, but not limited to, interacting with those of the humanoid kind as if he were one of them. Getting drawn way too deeply into them and their ways. All in his quest to get the job done as it was told to us in those days, or was it?
The mission was interrupted in the strangest of ways possible. Well, strange that is, if you, just like the Shadow man, would have happened to be out-of-this-world crazy, like me, and not of the humanoid world. But then you'd happened to fall head over heels in love with a dame. Or with a bunch of dames. Dames of the very same humanoid kind, by any given name. Think you've got trouble? Wait until you've got trouble. You'll see. Speaking of having trouble, that Shadow man right there, look at him through the lens of this thing. "See?"
Yes, as of now, he has surely got that a-plenty. The "trouble" thing? Yes. Even to spare, not running on empty anymore. Shadow would have gotten himself bitten, stupefied by the beauty and charm of an earthling worm. And then another, and yet others, until? Got drawn in by their pretty looks and blinking eye deals. He was "in" so deeply that he almost lost the desire to return to Cekkoland. Well, he did lose the desire, but.
To be continued.
WritingElk.
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