Reboot//Wish Granter

@In_the_mud

Every Blue Moon, the gods send down the Staars, three. Only three for the promise of good fortune for another millennium. But even more so, to prosperity of the kingdom……through unknown power.

Let me explain.

When Staars fall, they become as us, made of flesh…. well for the most part. They are pure and beautiful compared to us, truly otherworldly beings. Sometimes with parts of animals, they are , with blood as shimmering as star dust. We call them Wish Granters, for when captured, they can grant wishes of your deepest desire. Nothing is insurmountable for them, they are said to even raise the dead when asked. Such power has brought us great flourishment and yet great tribulation in times past.

I wonder what will be now. I watch as they fall from the sky, the people cheer and make merry even through the fear and gloom that haunts the streets of the kingdom. What shall our Highness do once the Staars have fallen? What would that mean for us? The beauty of the sight in the sky steals away the questions I cannot answer, but this I know: Tis an exciting time to be alive. Indeed.

This is the story of a Wish Granter (something akin to a genie) and a cold and malicious king. When spoken to by the gods in a dream, he is troubled and goes to hunt the night of the Blue Moon, where he finds a freshly fallen Wish Granter. He hunts her instead. Now, he has enslaved power and plans for greatness… which comes at humbling consequences. Will the Wish Granter be enough to break him so true righteousness came shine through? Or with this king crush the kingdom in his fists?

Five wishes…. To change a heart of stone

I didn't know if you were planning on DMing me so I took the initiative. Hello!

(!! You're very welcome! Would you like to remake/have another sheet for characters? I know I would LMAO)

(Yes I would love to be the king still, but I just want to mess with his character. Make him a little more than an evil king >:] )

(Do you have a specific sheet you like to use?)

Name: King Marumius “Rumius” Archuio
Age: 21
Gender/Sexuality: Male/Omnisexual
Appearance: A young man standing at 6' with long black hair that hugs his rather weak cheeks. A strong chin in comparison is usually hidden by thick cloak folds that form upwards into a hood. This is his favorite jacket outerwear, made out of long silk and velvet that shifts and twirls with his movements. Dark brown eyes and strong brows and forehead.
Personality: Surprisingly a more shy and reserved type, and he much dislikes being king. Most of his people observe his pushy nature as animalistic and mean, while he simply wishes to no longer be king. Yet somehow, he is known for being a lucrative business man, and has a brain for manipulation.
Role: The King
Backstory: Was forced into this position by familial means, assured that the people under him would support a stupid, overwhelmed young man. They were wrong, as the noble men underneath him mostly take advantage of his lack of wisdom and precise prowess in authority.
Other:

(Sweet! Would you like to start us off?)

A long cloak traced lines through the powdery blanket topped with flirtatious pines and broken branches. Other marks and paths of animals crossed the apex predator making his way stealthily through the shining forest, gleaming in the moonlight. The breeze whispered snow off of the branches and onto an unwilling head, hooded from the cold as he ran steadily.
There was a rumor circulating in his country, among the small countrymen, power held in the hands of people who could grant wishes as they pleased. Such individuals deserved royalty and people to guide their way, just like Rumius planned on doing. He'd make his Staar comfortable and live next to him as an equal.
A hush of falling snow alerted eyes to a movement a few feet away, Rumius sneaking through in an attempt to sneak up on what he hoped was his Staar.
He was not disappointed, seeing a profile view of her curious touching of the green leaves and cold snow. How to approach such a gentle creature, though?
With a sweep of his cloak, he removed the clasps to reveal his dark hair, coal against soft silk of snow, stepping out audibly to make himself known. His dark eyes were lowered and respectful, and he bowed politely to her.
"Hello, my Staar," Rumius mused.

The snow seemed to melt when their eyes met, somehow lighting up the dark heart Rumius held because of his hopeless position. It all flew away upon stepping closer, stepping slowly as if trying not to scare off a delicate deer. He approached that hand, offering his own palm to press against hers. The skin touched, soft sensations, both warm, matched a fellow humanity unanimous among living things. Dark skin stark against the king's pale one, but something soft passed behind those dark eyes as he viewed her up close.
Those strange words sloshed around in Rumius' head, trying to process the language he had never heard before. And he had heard many languages of human kinds before. Yet this one suggested a different spectrality, relating nothing to any other language.
"Hello," Rumius breathed again, "I am Marumius Archuio. I live in the city near here, I came searching for you."

Rumius watched her draw closer, not daring to move anything but his hand which dropped by the time The Staar decided to come closer. He bent down, at a slight crouch, when she pulled on him, not sure what she expected from him. Did she want to be at eye level or something?
Then his question was answered. Soft, cold lips pressed against his warm slightly dry ones (due to traveling and the cold), and he jumped back straight up. His cloak flumped to the ground, and he took a moment to look at her in shock. It increased as she was able to speak his name, with slow, easy pronunciations.
"Yes, that is my name," Rumius responded through bated breath. "You may call me Rumius. What is your name?" He points to her, also bending down to pick up his cloak. With a couple of smooth, easy motions, he swept the velvet, thick coat around her shoulders, covering that chilly naked skin for her. "And please, let me bring you to warmth. I am sure there are dangerous people out here." After his shock, joy in finding her had covered his face. There would certainly be a market for Staars, where they would be taken in for cruelty and strife. Especially in their strange beauty, that amazing glowing skin and warm voice.

(I'm running away with the unwilling king falling for a softer being ☺)

(bump)

(Okie 😊)

Rumius, now that he was closer per her consent, since she seemed to have some sort of trust in him now that he offered warmth and the comfort of his lavish lifestyle.
Looking deep in her eyes, he observed soft flecks of moving stars, reflecting that above. It seemed as if the white freckles tickling her cheeks and forehead infested the depths of her gentle, almost deer-like wideness and laughable innocence. With this idea, Rumius spurred his answer.
"Doe," He responded softly, reaching out to set a curious finger onto one of those freckles, trailing it up her forehead. "You certainly are a blessing from the Gods. I, no. I do not think I need them nearly as much as you do." He smiled kindly and stepped back out of her personal bubble, mumbling a soft apology. It was most inappropriate of him to give in to his childish tendencies when it came to such blessings, after all, she was a conduit to the Gods themselves. "I will take the cloak back after we get you to my home. As beautiful as I feel you are, it is much too cold for you to exist without your own clothing. Please, allow me to introduce you to it." He stuck his hand out carefully, at least allowing her a choice in the matter. If she did not want to go with the king, they would perhaps have other issues. The kingdom itself would rumble and crack as tenacious humans tried to get their hands on her. The fact itself got stuck into Rumius' anxiety ridden head, overwhelming himself of images very well within the realm of human cruelty.

He wrapped his warm palm around her chilly one, gently tugging on her to lead her out of the forest. His feet, sure on the path, took her from the frostbitten snow banks, over tree trunks with a flourish of brief strength, helping her through underbrush and nettles, and over the unsteady hush of a chilly river. He steadied her when needed, lifted and helped her maneuver over roots, pointing out how to carefully go over and through it all, with uncanny expertise for a king.
In the meantime he asked her idle questions about herself. Such things like "have you seen other seasons?", "is it warm or cold with the Gods in the sky?". And every once in a while he'd steal a glance from the golden bracelets wrapped around his wrist, and matching hers. It was so strange, now finally being bound to a Staar. In the meantime, he answered any other questions she had as they came back up on the back end of a castle, looking over the forest. He showed her through a small door hidden by a few bushes, through which Rumius introduced her the cellar. From there, the chilly, abandoned cellar full of barrels and bottles.
"Through here," Rumius whispered, pulling her between a couple of barrels. "There is a hidden entrance to my room. The other nobles must not know you're here." He shimmied through the tight entrance, and opened a small half-door to a flight of steps. After climbing up them, the stone was slowly replaced by more soft and supported cloth, and the biting air turned slowly warmer and warmer, until Rumius pushed open a hatch above them, and they were introduced to his room. A thick rug was squished away after he had first left, a plush bed dressed in greys and red, and several windows also in a similar fashion.