Cicero, the Craven King
King Cicero Adrian Spurius (a.k.a. The Craven King)
Cicero groaned inwardly. Another day, another petty subject to judge. "What is this man convicted of?" Cicero grunted.
"The man in question, Numitor Valentus, is accused of consorting with Blighted and Demons." the Shade grunted.
Cicero watched the man carefully. He was in his 40s and didn't look like anything special, beyond a few scars that dotted his face alongside the advanced signs of Blight sickness; boils, mutations, pock scars, etc. Numitor certainly wasn't a farmer, but a Warlock, consorting with and controlling blighted? Cicero didn't see it. Then again, many people believed he didn't see anything at all these days. A wastrel king upon a desolate throne. They made their opinions about him quite clear. Cicero redirected his attention to Numitor once more and focused his attention on the man, allowing his WitchEye to open and see the world between realms.
Numitor's secrets were revealed to Cicero as if he held a map in his hands. "What do you have to say on your behalf . . . Numitor?"
Numitor began to chuckle, a low and throaty laugh before speaking in a deep and alien voice. "Cicero, the last time I saw a Spurius upon the throne it was your filthy father and I was there when the plague consumed him in his hubris."
Cicero blanched, turning pale with fear. This man wasn't a man at all, this was a BlightLord. Before his eyes, Numitor transformed growing 3 feet taller and bulkier. His skin mottled and turned green and grey and boney protrusions burst from his shoulders and back. His face shifted and grew into a helmet of bone and steel, a third milky eye splitting the skin of his forehead. A third arm burst from his back slick black tentacles exploded from his side. Before Cicero stood Pavle, the Scourge Father. The Blightlord of Raetia, the Southern Province.
"W-w-what do you want, Pavle. You have some nerve coming to the very center of my kingdom."
Pavle stood silently, unmoving as a stone. "Your confidence is certainly intimidating, Craven King. I don't see your RuneWitch nearby. Perhaps we might converse without her interference?"
Cicero coughed into his hand and gripped the armrest of his throne. "What do you want."
"King Spurius, I come to you with a proposition."
"And what might that be?"
"Might you dismiss your Shades? This is a private discussion."
A Complicated Lineage
Cicero Spurius "The Craven King," is the last of the long imperial line of Spurius. His father, Adrian Spurius III, was the last emperor to sit the Ravessian throne and died alongside his sons Dominic and Aries, his daughter Aeliana, and his wife Laelia. Cicero was the only member of the family to survive, and he was eight at the time. Now, at the age of thirty-eight, he sits upon the throne of Jeresus and seeks to retake Virolamium to restore his progeny to the throne. Now, Cicero is married to a woman named Flavia, who is rumored, by the court, to be a RuneWitch. This has caused some tension to accumulate among the courtiers and their king who defends her as the mother of his children Arrius, and Caecilia. Some, however, question his decision making as it is largely believed that the RuneWitches aided the Order of Scattered Ash in creating and unleashing the MagiBlight Plague upon Ravessus.
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Age
38
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark Brown
Hair
Black and Short
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
Height
5'11"
Weight
183 lbs
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