[ WP ] You are the most respected leader and the most famous hero of the Kingdom , but the King has passed away and his sons all wage war among each other for the crown . Each of them ask you to join their cause .

Drann drummed his fingers on the table, staring at the map and collection of letters. `` Blasted git had to go and die. Leaving me with all of this shite.'' 
 
 The door swung open and the frail form of Jodic entered, a piece of rolled parchment in his hand. `` Another letter for you my lord. This one's from,'' He peered at the wax seal, `` Thae.'' 
 
 Drann slammed his fist on the table, `` Let me hazard a guess. He wants me to join his war as well?'' 
 
 `` My lord, the seal is unbroken, I have n't the slightest as to its contents.'' 
 
 Drann slumped into his chair, `` Forgive me. This whole situation has made me... weary.'' 
 
 The advisor placed the parchment on the table and sat heavily into his chair, `` I understand the position you're in. Your support weighs heavy. Whichever you choose will most likely be the next king.'' 
 
 Drann met the old man's gaze, `` And which would you choose?'' 
 
 `` I ca n't make this choice for you. Perhaps if you talk out the choices, you'll have a better perspective.'' 
 
 Drann Sighed, rose from his chair and strode to the fireplace. He raised his head to look at the sword mounted above. `` Blessed by so and so, gifted by some such god, slayer of who gives a shite. Fancy titles. All of them false.'' Drann turned to face Jodic, `` I took that off a bandit. Just happened to be what was on my belt that day. When...'' unwanted memories came flooding back. `` It does n't matter. Me point is, why do I decide this?'' 
 
 Jodic was looking out the nearby window. `` Whether you are worthy of the choice is irrelevant. You have this choice to make. That's that.'' 
 
 *Author's Note - Wanted to write a set up. I may continue this tomorrow if I think I can take it somewhere interesting. *
