Orlane Kingbinder

Extracts From Orlane, the Kingbinder: his Life and Misdeeds, by Lorryn, Elect of Highfast:

In the binding of Tarcene, and the chaining of that noble king’s mind, Orlane had committed the foulest of the many foul acts that marked the War of the Tainted. An honourable and wise man, who had graced the Aygll throne for the better part of twenty years, was made into an unwilling traitor to his own people and their cause. In that one deed, Orlane sowed the seeds of misery for his own kind. No na’kyrim would ever again be trusted, once Orlane had shown that he could turn a king into a canker at the heart of his own Kingship; turn a man into an unthinking slave of his enemies …

… Those of us who live amidst the Shared, and feel the ebb and flow of its unifying currents constantly about our minds, perhaps cannot grasp the full extent of the horror Tarcene’s fate awakens in those who are not similarly gifted. The Shared schools us – if we have the wit to listen – in the unity of mind, the commonality of sense and sentiment. It is a perspective our pure-blooded parents can never fully join us in. They live isolated within their own minds. They comprehend their own thoughts not as eddies within the great, single ocean of the Shared, but as lonely pools, dammed up within the bony dykes of their skulls. The sovereignty of the individual mind is, to them, both natural and incontestable. To see a man robbed of it, to see his own will snuffed out and replaced by another, is to see that which is most important about him corrupted and despoiled …

… Subjugated to Orlane’s malign will, Tarcene the king carried out many acts inimical to his own throne and people. He recalled many of his armies from the field, leaving his Adravane and Alsire allies vulnerable to the resurgent Kyrinin clans. He accused his finest captains, the bravest leaders of his warriors, of treachery and sent them to the axe. He exiled his own beloved wife, and his most faithful advisors, from his court and confined them to Il Van Daren, a bleak and wave-walled island prison. All of this continued even after Orlane had slipped away from Dun Aygll and taken refuge amongst the Bull Kyrinin; King and Kingbinder might be far apart, but there is no distance in the Shared, and it was in the Shared that they were joined …

… We cannot imagine what terrible conflict played itself out in the mind of Tarcene’s daughter, Enona. As she held the knife in her hand, and regarded its thin blade, what agonies must have beset her? We have no reason to believe that she had ever failed in her love for her father. We have no record of her ever being anything other than a dutiful, affectionate, respectful daughter to Tarcene. Yet she had seen such terrible, inexplicable things done at his behest, she had heard such cruel commands spill from his lips, that she came to that most terrible decision. She would take a knife to her own father’s throat, surrender herself to the darkness and horror of that deed, in order to save her people from the consequences of his derangement. But it was Orlane, the Kingbinder, who had truly worked Tarcene’s destruction. His were the bloody hands that encompassed the King’s doom, and the Shared was the knife he had already wielded.

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