The Death of Auberon Muircetach, King of the Alders (A Lore Post)
Auberon sat on his elegant, wooden throne in his empty bedchambers. It was facing the wall, away from his subjects. A long, royal bed with red pillows and gold blankets could be seen against the far left wall, accompanied by a carefully carved, decorated bedside table with a lamp resting on it, illuminating the room with a dim, eerie glow. The floor was like a chess board- shiny, black and white squares. The wall that the King was facing had nothing but a tall and gold, triangular window that overlooked the city of Tir ná Lia. Auberon was old, his luscious, long but grey hair draped down his back. He was wearing a red and gold, formal robe, his right hand decorated with various unique rings, while his left hand remained empty. The clanging of armor and footsteps disrupted the silence in the room. A tall figure dressed in skeletal armor walked in- Eredin Bréacc Glas. No helmet could be seen on his head, revealing his long black hair. He was holding a red vial of what looks to be aphrodisiac. Eredin slowly walked over to his king, bowing.
"The performance enhancer you requested, my King." Eredin said, handing Auberon the vial. The King of the Alders took it, his pale hands trembling. He finally took a sip, letting the liquid flow into his mouth. Eredin stepped back, as Auberon suddenly began to choke- the Commander of the Red Riders didn't help, and instead stood there in pure silence. Waiting. Auberon's right elbow fell to the armrest of his throne, his arm going limp with it. The vial, dropped on the floor, did not contain aphrodisiac- it contained a lethal poison disguised as a performance enhancer. Eredin picked up the empty vial, holding it closely to his chin. He gripped it tightly, closing his fist, locking the vial in his palm. He glared at his former ruler's pale, limp body.
"The king is dead. Long live the king."
