Sab Rejak was the center of a thriving kingdom once. The king was much loved, trade made the city thrive, diplomatic relations went well, and life was just all around good. Then a wizard, who hated The King and secretly plotted against him, presented The King with a magnificent gift. The gift was, unbeknownst to the King and his court, cursed. Within weeks, trade began to slack off, there was discontent in the court, misfortune began befalling the citizens, and there began to be diplomatic difficulties with other kingdoms. Within months, trade had stopped altogether; there was active plotting against the king within the court; accidents, poverty, and crime were at an all time high; and other kingdoms had become overtly hostile. Within a year and a half, the economy had shattered, six assassination attempts had been made on the king and his family, the citizenry was mostly beggars and murderers, and four kingdoms had declared war.
But things can always get worse.
Two years after the king recieved the cursed gift, a plague broke out in the city and wiped out two thirds of the population. Others fled, forcing neighboring kingdoms to close their borders. The king was murdered by his own advisors, and the city was abandoned. But not totally. Though the city was shunned as cursed, people still lived there. Sab Rejak is now also called the City of the Lost, for the only men who dare to live there are as lost as the once grand city.
Many also say that, though it is dormant, the curse lives on in Sab Rejak, awaiting only to be reactivated. Some say that the rare visitors to the city could still fall victim to the plague, though it seems that the Lost are immune to it. Others say that Sab Rejak is an unholy place, punished for the many sins of its people.
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2003-07-29 02:07 AM
Like, through finding and keeping that item?
Quite often, a lost city is seen as a treasury, waiting to be robbed. Hmmm...
2003-07-30 10:51 PM
2007-04-10 11:09 AM
"Some say the gift was a weapon, a razor-keen sword that drove the king to madness, filling him with fear of betrayal. Others claim that the present was a woman, a living, breathing statue of such beauty that none could look upon her without coveting her. I have my doubts about those theories, however.”
“What do you think, teacher?” the youth inquired.
“There are tales that within the ruins of the king’s palace, a strange swan of golden hue still dwells, fiercely attacking all who enter the place. It is said that this swan is a harbinger of evil, a beast of uncanny supernatural power with the ability to transform men into swans with its bite.”
I’ve heard you tell this tale before, teacher, but the last time, you said it was a duck. Which is it: A duck or a swan?”
“It’s a swan, as I just told you! I was once told that it was a duck, but a swan sounds better, boy. When will you learn that the tale that sounds better is the one that brings us coin? Foolish boy!”
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