Once a king of the goblins

Now has fallen

Wandering mad

No longer guided by eyes

Merlon lets the orb be his leash & lead

The obsession with the orb started innocent enough. A baron of a neighbor province of Merlon’s kingdom gifted the orb. A simple token of goodwill. Spoils from a foreign adventure.

Gazers of the orb would hear pleasant song, feel a tender warmth, witness light musings in its crystalline display.

But soon Merlon started shutting himself in his royal quarters. Watching the images evolve from soft billows of smoke and haze. To grand images of glory yet to come, lands to be conquered, and legacies to be invented. Every plane of existence higher than our own could be seen through the orb.

It consumed him, he lost himself looking for the answers how to make the images of orb come to life. Seeing himself on the pantheon of the gods, he convinced himself, the path to this reality must lie in the orb’s wondrous displays.

Palace servants even claimed they could hear faint music emanating from the orb as the Gnostic ruler stayed quarantined, neglecting his duties as figurehead. He did nothing else. He only watched the orb.

Staring

Pondering

The kingdom began to suffer. Land was lost to battle. Foreign relations collapsed. The denizens had no one to look to.

One day the king emerged with the orb. Once robust and confident. He hardly looked away from the orb or acknowledged the presence of anyone. He demanded a way to make the orb mobile. A smith of the kingdom offered to affix the orb to an enchanted staff.

The king explained he knew what to do in a bizarre declaration ceremony to his struggling dependents

His subjects confused, ask “to do what?”

He murmured about something “transforming” and “a grand utopia.”

He took his staff and began wandering away from the castle town. Into the wilderness. Never looking up. Simply using the orb to see. Traveling with no companion or supplies. Simply the robe on his back.

The glowing orb softly emanating music wherever they went. Acknowledging no one. Walking seemingly nowhere.

He was confident the orb provided the path to all salvation.

He followed it wherever it took him

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