[ WP ] You step into the throne room with weapon at the ready . The king eyes you with disdain as you draw near . He knows the end is near . His voice is solemn yet sad as his only words split the cold silence like a knife through the air , `` Why ? ''

King Ilgard's voice filled the throne room, commanding, pleading. `` Why?'' He asked. 
 
 `` You ask questions you do not deserve answers to, my king.'' Weyland replied, standing defiantly at the great doors, Dragonslayer Lance held at the ready. He began his approach down the promenade. 
 
 The Kingsguard filled their part of the deal, holding fast and staying their blades against the assassin that drew ever closer to Ilgard. 
 
 `` If today is the day I am to die, then it is my wish to know why I must. Even the damned deserve to know the reason they have been condemned so.'' Ilgard stated, matter-of-factly. His jowls heaved around the tight hem of his coat's neckline. Fat paunches spilled over jewel encrusted rings, one on every finger. 
 
 Weyland stopped in his tracks, his gray-green eyes burning a hole through the undulating mass that was his king. `` You are the Lord of the Dragonhold, Keeper of the lands of Caldara, King of the Eastern realm, but yet, you can not see why the wrath of your people has been brought upon you? You eat to your pleasure while they starve, and spoil yourself with whores while they suffer and die from disease!'' 
 
 `` I did my best!'' Ilgard roared, slamming his fist into the arm of his throne. `` You think being a king is easy, peasant? You know nothing! I have struggled for years to pull this damned kingdom to its feet. These problems you speak of have plagued these lands for generations, it is not something new that my ilk brought. You have lived a sheltered life here in Caldara, but if you knew how it was outside our borders, you'd be glad you even had a place to sleep.'' 
 
 Weyland seemed shaken, but soon enough, deadly resolve boiled up behind his eyes, willing him onwards. `` Even if what you say is true, you have still committed crimes against your people, and for that, you must die!'' He took up his stride again, drawing nearer to his target. 
 
 `` And once I am dead, what then, hmm? The state of Caldara will only get worse, you and the rest of the populace will all be dead in a matter of years! It is *you* who will be remembered as the great undo-er of the Eastern realm, not I.'' The king settled back, stroking his beard with jeweled fingers. 
 
 `` That is for time to decide, my king. Your line ends with you, King Ilgard of Caldara. May the Flame take you!'' Weyland shouted, plunging the lance blade through Ilgard's heart.
