Aslan
King of Cathar
An elder once told Aslan that each of the markings through the City-tree held meanings...History. Cathar was moving into a different time, it was joining Domination's Senate. The politics were all off to Aslan, it was almost like a group of elders meeting, but not. The young king would sigh as he stood in the capitol City-tree. More specifically in the throne room. Aslan gazed out of a window and watched as the sun slowly lowered itself past the horizon. It was setting. Soon the citizens would begin to light their fires, yet he continued to look out the window as he felt the tree's markings.
"Cathar is heading into a new age." His old Mentor Shaar spoke. Aslan sighed. "I know Shaar, yet I can't help but feel that I am doing something wrong. I know you do your best to advise me, but Catharian politics is all we know!" Aslan let out a frustrated growl. He made his way to the fire pit in the middle of the room. "When the elders asked me to be king I didn't expect it to trouble me so." Aslan said as he sat down on the floor. Shaar stood next to him and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder "when they asked you to be king they saw someone who thought of others, who worked better than a council of elders ever could. Don't give up." Shaar said as he walked away.
The next morning he asked elders to meet in the throne room. When they all gathered he would clear his throat. "Thank you distinguished elders, I need someone to advise me... It is on the matter of the Domination Senate. We are reconnecting with the galaxy. I need someone who has been out there...Knows how to deal with off worlders. Anyone...Know anyone...Or is someone." The king stumbled over his language towards the end. He sat forward on his throne. The elders stood around the room. It was silent.
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
"Cathar is heading into a new age." His old Mentor Shaar spoke. Aslan sighed. "I know Shaar, yet I can't help but feel that I am doing something wrong. I know you do your best to advise me, but Catharian politics is all we know!" Aslan let out a frustrated growl. He made his way to the fire pit in the middle of the room. "When the elders asked me to be king I didn't expect it to trouble me so." Aslan said as he sat down on the floor. Shaar stood next to him and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder "when they asked you to be king they saw someone who thought of others, who worked better than a council of elders ever could. Don't give up." Shaar said as he walked away.
The next morning he asked elders to meet in the throne room. When they all gathered he would clear his throat. "Thank you distinguished elders, I need someone to advise me... It is on the matter of the Domination Senate. We are reconnecting with the galaxy. I need someone who has been out there...Knows how to deal with off worlders. Anyone...Know anyone...Or is someone." The king stumbled over his language towards the end. He sat forward on his throne. The elders stood around the room. It was silent.
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]