Tecumeth

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The Last King of Tecumeth- While known now as a city lost to the shadow of undeath, long ago Tecumeth was ruled by a line of wizard-kings. Knowledge of governance was seen the equal of any spell, lest the kingdom fall. It has been said of many stations, that heavy lies the crown. Though none may be as heavy as the crown of Tecumeth, for it is no mere ornament. The crown binds the fate of its wearer to the fate to the fate of the kingdom. Should the king suffer a wound, the kingdom too may be stricken with plague, famine, or some other malady. Should the king be in good health, then so too would the kingdom prosper. And so it was for centuries on end. Until the reign of Khaba, Third of his Name. Long did he reign, though perhaps too long were his years. As his health ailed so too did the affairs of the kingdom. His son had watched helplessly as his father weakened and the task that would befall him as king mounted. For ten long years this was the fate of the kingdom, and in that time, Prince Rhannon vowed that never more would his people suffer. That his kingdom would be eternal when he wore the crown. As Khaba drifted beyond the horizon, his last and most prophetic words to his son were, “no king rules forever.” Perhaps it was a warning of his own folly of clinging too long to this life, or for what his son planned to do. In that final decade, with the resources of a Crown-Prince, Rhannon called forth every mystic and soothsayer he could buy. He studied every arcane tome his agents could grasp and after those ten long years of searching, he found it: the secret of eternal life. It would be a costly ritual, but no cost would be too great for eternal glory. His people would be without want, his reign without end. His obsession, his mania, his madness, drove him and his court to go through with it. And when the deed was done, they placed the crown upon his head, their king, their lich king. Then a shadow befell the land and all was truly lost.