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Chronivac Version 4.0

Petitions Before the King Godfrey's Throne

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King Godfrey lounged back comfortably on his ornate wooden throne, one arm casually draped over the intricately carved armrest. The vaulted stone ceiling arched high above, lit by the flickering flames of braziers lining the walls. Banners depicting his family's coat of arms hung proudly behind the throne's high back.

He smirked faintly, reveling in the power and control he held merely by occupying this seat of governance. Any vague lingering memories of being a feeble, powerless teenager named Jeff seemed laughable now. He was King Godfrey, the feared and respected ruler of this entire domain!

The wealthy merchant dressed in fine silk robes approached first, nearly tripping over his own feet as he rushed into an inelegant bow, eyes downcast. "Under your wise and prosperous rule, the population of your glorious kingdom has swelled. The public bathhouses can no longer accommodate the increased numbers. I humbly request you grant me funds and resources to construct a grand new bathhouse befitting a king of your stature."

King Godfrey raised an eyebrow disdainfully at the merchant. Increasing facilities for his subjects' hygiene was a noble endeavor. With a dismissive wave of his ringed hand, he said, "So be it. See that it is a construction truly befitting my illustrious reign. But I expect regular progress reports and that it be completed posthaste. And it shall named after me!"

"You are most benevolent, your majesty!" The merchant's eyes widened in relief before scurrying away.

Next came the grizzled general, back straight with pride, accompanied by a sunken-eyed farmer who trembled visibly.

"Speak your issue," King Godfrey commanded imperiously.

"Mighty King Godfrey," the general rumbled, "This farmer's village has been lately beset by roving bands of orcs from the Grey Mountains. The foul creatures we had thought vanquished years ago. A scouting party was slaughtered too."

The haunched farmer collapsed to his knees, fear evident in his eyes. "They came in the night on horrid wolf-backs, burning and slaying any who resist! We fought them off this time but more will surely come! P-please your greatness, we'll all be killed without your protection!"

King Godfrey sat up, eyes narrowed dangerously. He thumped his fist on the armrest. "Then it appears I must teach these green-skinned heathens a lesson in the wages of defiance! Gather my knights, general, we must make preparations before the war!"

The general's scarred face broke into a bloodthirsty grin as he bowed again sharply. "It will be glorious, your grace."

Finally, a sweat-stained guard stumbled forward, his eyes downcast. "Sire, the dwarves claim an earthquake has caused part of the dwarven mines to collapse. They cannot access those mineral riches without repairs..."

King Godfrey scowled, not liking the guardsman's hesitant delivery. "Out with it, what do those short miners request?" he demanded impatiently.

The guard swallowed hard, sweat beading on his brow as he spoke in a low voice. "They request support in funds and tools to undertake the repairs, your magnificence."

King Godfrey's face flushed with anger and he began to rise from his throne, hand inching towards the sword at his side. However, his court wizard Vacichron swiftly interjected. "Those mines are crucial resources for the kingdom's coffers, my liege. However, this is a complex issue requiring prudent consideration. Allow me to confer with the dwarves and devise a more suitable proposal for your review."

King Godfrey let out an irritated grunt. "Very well, wizard. You know my expectations." He waved a dismissive hand at the guard. "Be gone from my sight until you have something more substantive."

The guard hastily bowed. "At once, your greatness." He then immediately retreated, relieved to be spared the king's wrath.

With a wave of his hand, the last of the petitioners having been dismissed from King Godfrey's imposing presence. He sat back heavily on the ornate throne, absentmindedly stroking his thick, chest-length beard. The king relished having this level of command, and his every utterance was instantly treated as a supreme edict.

However, a thought itched at the back of his mind. King Godfrey's brow furrowed as he tried to recall details about that "Chronivac" artifact from the vague remnants of his previous life as Jeff.

King Godfrey's sharp green eyes scanned the room, gaze sweeping over the braziers that bathed the stone walls in a flickering orange glow. He spotted various metalwork and jeweled ornaments adorning the space, but nothing resembling any mystical artifact. With a grunt of frustration, he shifted his bulky frame on the throne.

"Vacichron!" The king's booming voice summoned his court wizard, who swiftly emerged from the shadows. "This Keep holds many enchanted relics, does it not? I find myself...vexed over the matter of an item from ... the past. The Chronivac - I cannot seem to locate it."

The wizened old man bowed low, his gray cloak sweeping the stone floor. "My celestial liege, you need not trouble yourself over such trifling matters. I, Vacichron, am the living embodiment of that which you seek."

King Godfrey's eyes widened momentarily before an amused smirk played across his bearded face. Of course - this realm operated under different magical laws than the technological world Jeff was from. Anthropomorphizing forces into wizards and enchanters made perfect sense.

Vacichron continued speaking in a calm, measured tone. "Allow me to explain the situation, your eminence. In this reality, I preside over the flow of time and manipulations of the present state. However, my powers are limited in our current transformed realm. I cannot fully restore my original Chronivac functions."

The wizard leveled his gaze steadily at the king. "As an emergency escape, the Chameleon Clothes function is the sole option I can provide. It grants the wearer the ability to ideally embody any role or persona they desire, for a temporary period. All other capabilities are, regretfully, restricted until the boundaries alter back to their original form."

King Godfrey considered this, slowly nodding his head as he tugged on his beard. The idea of returning to an insignificant life as a helpless teenage boy named Jeff was utterly abhorrent. Not when he could wield power and influence like this over feudalistic realms to his heart's content! King Godfrey smiled defiantly as he considered the possibilities, despite the only ability Vacichron/Chronivac had left. He could still project his authority furthermove and solve these issues like child's play if he could use it wisely.

"So be it, wizard!" King Godfrey bellowed, shooting to his feet. He cut an imposing figure, having to be every bit of six-and-a-half feet tall, with a slightly protruding belly and broad, muscular build befitting a man of power. His confidence shines like his crown.


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