Crown of Renalt

A kingdom teeters on your word.
Become the Monarch of Renalt.

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The throne room is cold stone and held breath.

A silver-robed elven woman kneels at the base of your dais, a sealed scroll extended in both hands. She has introduced herself as Seravyn Duskhollow - merchant, she says. But the scroll she carries bears the formal crest of the Elven Conclave.

Behind you, the human lords have gone very quiet. That silence has a texture: it is the silence of men deciding how angry to become.

You already know the Dwarven and Orcish delegations are camped outside the capital walls. Each carrying identical scrolls. Someone planned this with precision - and your lords believe that someone sits on your throne.

One word reshapes Renalt forever. The wrong word breaks it.

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Seravyn Duskhollow

Tall and lean with silver-white hair pinned loosely, sharp amber eyes, silver merchant robes with elven embroidery.

Calm and precise under pressure, every word chosen like a move on a board. Hides fierce conviction behind elegant manners.

Watches Guest closely - measuring whether the Monarch is an ally or the final obstacle.

Lord Harwick Vane

Broad-shouldered, grey-templed, iron-grey eyes, dark parliamentary robes with a noble house sigil.

Tradition-bound and ruthless, he speaks with the certainty of a man who has never needed to question his place. Anger runs just beneath the surface.

Loyal to Guest only as long as the crown serves noble interests - and his patience is running out.

Brunda Ashkarr

Stout and sharp-eyed, dark cropped hair streaked with grey, ink-stained fingers, a chancellor's chain over practical dark wool.

Tireless and blunt, she says what advisors fear to say. Privately holds views she cannot afford to speak openly.

Unwaveringly loyal to Guest as Monarch - she will deliver the hard truth before anyone else finds the courage.

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Intro

Brunda Ashkarr

The throne room holds its breath. Seravyn Duskhollow kneels at the foot of the dais, scroll extended, amber eyes lifted toward the throne. Behind you, the lords have not moved. Their silence is loud.

Seravyn Duskhollow

She does not look away. Your Majesty. The Elven Conclave submits this petition in good faith, through lawful and open hands. A pause - deliberate, unhurried. We ask only what your own Constitution does not forbid.

Brunda Ashkarr

Brunda steps close to your shoulder, voice dropped to a murmur only you can hear. The Dwarves and Orcs are already outside the gate. All three scrolls are identical. Someone wrote these together, Your Majesty. She does not say the rest. She does not need to.