Deep within Flogur, at the northern edge of Tworean of Gula-had, there is a village. The villages name is Rotingworth, it sits at the base of a smaller moutain (I forgot to mention, around the base of the masive mountain, Waving mountain, there are many smaller moutains). This particular mountain is to the east of Waving mountain. And Rotingworth is on the eastern face of said mountain. As far as I know this particular mountain is majestically called, The Mountain. Rotingworth is an old village (how old I dont know, but it is old) In the said long past the king of the time was handing land off to Lords, whom are the overseers of villages, and designating fifes to Barons, who overlook an entire fife and are in charge of the lords. This was a scheme cooked up by royal advisors to extend the reaches of Flogur, which worked the entire island is now apart of the kingdom of Flogur. But I am not here to talk of politics, no we are talking about Rotingworth. 

                    

              Rotingworth is one of those villages started for the expansion scheme. The lord who was given this land was named Lam Fealou (pronounced "Lame" "Fellow"). Lord Fealou was a greedy man, usually villages spring up around buildings like Blacksmiths, or other important foundations, but do to the expansion program it sprung up to the whims of the overly rich lords. First Lam had a massive silo built, called, drum roll, The Silo. Notice how the names are creative, (thhe silo, & the mountain), thats cause Lam Fealou picked all the names, had the King not picked all the village names then it would probably be called, The Village. Next he had a big mansion built for himself, then guard barracks, after that he didnt do much else. The guards headquarters was paid for by the royal fund for military purposes, and The Silo was made mostly by The Farmers Association. So, the only thing Lord Lam Fealou paid for was the mansion, with millions of Flogurs currency left he decided to stop, the other places could be built by other people, acording to him. 

              

     The very first building built by the very first villager was an inn. Called The Inn, it was established by a man named, Duncan Kragmar. Kragmar ran a tight business and soon brought many more villagers to Rotingworth. After about thirty years the village had four houses, nine different shops, and ten market stands, it was populated by twenty-five people (not including Lam Fealou or the guards) ten children, ten shop keepers, and five random people. Life was looking pretty good for Duncan, he was in his fifties and had plenty of money for his status. Infact he had the privilege of becoming the first freeman in the village (see the vilagers with no property were called surfs, and shop owners had loans to pay, but Duncan had his own land, and owed no money to Lam Fealou, He was getting popular, and had status that would alow him to become a lord, while he was liked Lam was disliked, he taxed heavily and wasnt favorable to petty crime. This is where it all went south. The guards broke down the Inn door one day, and draged Duncan threw him in the dirt. Then the captain of the guard rolled out a formal scroll and began shouting for all to hear "BY ROYAL DECREE OF LORD LAM FEALOU, SPEAKER FOR THE KING IN THE VILLAGE OF ROTINGWORTH! KRAGMAR, DUNCAN, WILL BE ARRESTED & TAKEN TO THE CAPITAL CITY BLOUTHU! FOR HIGH TREASON, ROBBERY, & CONSPIRACY! ALL FOUND IN COHORTS WITH HIM WILL BE DRAGED THRU THE STREETS AND WHIPED!"  With this they begain to beat Duncan, then draged him towards Lam Fealou's mansion. the people looked startled, and begain muttering, "Did he really do that?" "Surly not Duncan." "THATS RUBISH HE COULDNT DO ANY OF THAT! ITS A SCANDLE!" 

     Children were scared, mothers were covering their totlers eyes, and Lam smilled maliciously from his balcony as Duncan was draged towards his house. The guards threw Duncan against the steps of the mansion as Lord Lam Fealou opened the doors and stepped out. "Do you know why i have brought you here?" Lam asked

Duncan scofed, "You mean, 'Why my guards summoned you here?'" He said in a mock voice of Lam
"You insolent bastard!" One of the guards shouted as he ran towards Duncan, foot back ready for a kick. 

Lam raised his hand " Stop he will lose his will to fight soon enough." he said with a sneer.

the guard reluctantly stepped down. "WHY AM I HERE YOU ASS?!!!" Duncan shouted at Lam.

A maniacal sneer spread across Lam's face. "Why dont you know, The Silo was robed, and...{subtle laughter} you got a large boost in stocks."  "My guards are checking your inn right now, I think the game is up." Lam broke into petty laughter after saying this. 

"Huh, why.... YOU JEALOUS SON OF A BITCH!" Duncan shouted at Lam. Lord Fealou walked away in laughter as guards beat and bludgeoned Duncan. His vision blured, and he passed out. Duncan woke in a prison transport wagon. he could see Lam Fealou's carriage behind him. He grabed the bars and glared at the over decorated carriage, 'That smug bastard, I'll show him. I'll destroy him'. The carriage convoy stoped all of a sudden, then the prison wagon stoped. Lam stepped down from the carriage, then another character stepped out, the persons gender was indiscernible, but they wore a dark cloak and made no sound when they moved. The person stepped up to Fealou, whom was tall and dressed in a lavish outfit, and whispered something to him. He shook his head and walked towards the prison wagon. "Death threats just wont do." Duncon look furious 'How the hell dose he know what i thought?' "because, i have my sources." Lam said as the cloaked person whispered in his ear again. 

   Lam snapped his fingers, and the guards opened the door and snatched Duncan out, then proceeded to beat him. The ride to Blouthu continued to suck like this, Duncan soon learned to not think at all. They finally pulled towards the bridge of Blouthu (Refer to previous episode for information of blouthu) Blouthus giant gates rose in front of the, this gave Duncan Kragmar felt ominous and depressed at the sit of the dark jade colord walls. He was draged through the cobled streets, past staring citizens, and up the steep hill leading to the castle. they reached the tall (shoter than the city walls, but still tall) castle walls. He was brought in and taken to the main hall, a deep cavernous room well lit due to all the windows, and made of wood. Lam stepped foward, kneeled, and kissed the kings hand. "Your majesty I have brought forth the heinous criminal I wrote to ypu about."

"And what dose the 'Villain' have to say for himself?" King asked. 

"This dush has framed me for stealing from The Silo. and many other things I dont care about." When Duncan sayed dush he eyed Lam maliciously. 

"You dare speak that way in the presense of the king, if the king werent here I would have you beat, like a missbehaved dog!" Lam said roughly.

"If you had balls you would do it here to defend 'Your king.' Instead of hiding behind his power." Duncan said "Your king." In a high pitched whiney voice, mocking Lord Lam Fealou. 

"Silence, is robing the..." The king looked to an advisor, whom whispered in his ear, "...The Silo, which I asume holds only food?" 

 "My lord king, i sugest that we, EXECUTE THIS LOWLY SCUM BAG!" Lam Fealou said pointing at Duncan.

               Authors note: im afraid that in this terrible and dark time, something like stealing food                                                                                             was enough to get executed 

      The king looked down cast, he knew that Lam Fealou was of poor character, yet he could not aford to disgrace him, that would set back the entire expantion group. Some trouble in Freashun was already threatining defeat of the plan. The king was compassionate, and so for this one man the law of crime changed in Flogur forever; 

Law of crime: When the acused is found guilty of crimes under the following,

 1: Robbery of any kind
 2: Tax evasion
 3: Desertion (only in times of peace)
 4: Bribery

   Then there crime is forgiven, and execution is not feasible, they are hence forth banished to The lands of banishment. When found guilty of the first two crimes, the accused has three times before banishment. If crime falls under three and four, then the criminal is banished for first offense. 
   Law of execusion: If the villain is found guilty then they are immediately executed.

 1: Treason

 2: Desertion (only in times of war)

 3: Rape

 4: Adultery

 5: Abuse

 6: Assassanation

      Royal decree ninety-seven by King Herbert the XII.

          

           So the only solace that Duncan had, was that his entire life he did nothing but be the first for every thing. 

   Lord Lam Fealou being petty man let no one own The Inn, so for nearly sixty years it sat and rotted away. Then after his death, his son took over (kind of a looser, even in Lam standards), then he died. And the grandson is now the lord.

                     Auhtors note: Lords are all familly based, Father to son, to grand son. But in the case of no boy heir, than its the Dutches. If there is now child of any gender then its the distant cousin off of the pig farm. Any proof of relation makes you fare game for becoming lord or dutches. Same with the kings and barons of the fifes. Finally with the grandson of Lam in charge, life was looking up for Rotingworth, his name was Lord Komi Fealou. He was nothing like Lam Fealou, he was kind, lowered taxes, played with the kids, and didnt care about his father's nor Lam's grudges. He allowed the Inn to be open, but for the first five years half the income had to go to Komi. the man who ownd it was named Jasper Mullot. He called it Beer n' Stuff. Then his son, Gople, had it. after that Goples daughter owned it. Heather called it Heather's Way. Then her son Lozi Gongedile, whom was lazy, sold it off to some guy so he could adventure some before he died. Holik Deater bought it from Lozi Gongedile. He named it The Drinking Stop. He then gave it to his young cousin, Peter Yugi. 

             As you can tell it changed hands through the years, but the one thing that never changed was the location. it was a Guild once. The Black Knights guild, the it was called just that The Black Knights Guild. it was three stories tall then, and the guild headquarters were located on the top floor. Well fast foward 2,000+ years and we are in the preasant. The population is 100+, and the newest building is the blacksmith, but that doesn't mean brand spanking new, just that it's most reasent building. It so happens it around one-hundread-twenty years old. The current name of the inn is the Dagger & Chair. Owned by Brenan Kager. The building is one story tall, model and daub, thatched roofing. It has a large wooden oak door out front, which faces south. There are two windows on either side of the door, five windows along the sides of the inn, and three windows to the back (facing north) and a small dog wood door at the back. There is the main eating/drinking area, a kitchen, sleeping room for Kager, and three rooms for the guests. The dogwood door leads to five seperate buildings, each with six rooms in them, all conected by a dog trot breeze way. 

     'K' I the author belive you guys know enough of Aqelius, Flogur, and important facts. I will now start The Knghts of Flogur.