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Nickname: The All Seer, His Majesty
Full Name: Sorrel Southguard
Alignment: Lawful Good
Job: King of Southsward
Description: Sorrel is five [animal] feet tall and weighs 143 [animal] pounds. His fur is dull brown liberally peppered with silver and while he does not have a bent back he frequently experiences back and other joint pains. His left eye is green; a vibrant green very pronounced against his dull, pale fur. His right eye he "lost in a bet" when he was younger and more brash. If ever asked what "lost in a bet" means he becomes evasive and tells a story of knife throwing when he was young and had drunk too much ale. Those who know him well however know he never drank ale when he was young.
-Sorrel has two outfits he frequently wears. His royal garb consists of a dark green jacket, a deep brown vest, a vibrantly colored green and brown cloak, a pair of brown gloves, a pair of brown boots (All five items with gold trim), an ebony wood and onyx crown, and a black velvet eyepatch. His relaxing wear consists normally of a white tunic under a sea green vest and a thick brown cloak to keep the chill out, as well as his usual eyepatch.
-Sorrel still has a powerful, carrying voice that can be heard in all corners of the court like a deep resounding drum. He is known across Southsward as the All Seer because of his uncanny ability to predict the outcome of events, large or small. Many believe he possesses the power to see the future but he assures them such power is rare and impossible to control consciously even for those who possess it like Joseph the Bellmaker in ages past, who only saw the future in his dreams. While not the greatest king Floret has ever known Sorrel is by no means a bad king. Just and uncommonly wise he has ruled the land for over forty-five years, ever since his father passed the crown to him on his deathbed. In private he is known to be a constantly brooding beast with a great love for his surviving family and the art of music. He gets tired easily at his age and yet often shows reluctance to sleep, a stubbornness that has plagued him ever since he lost his eye.
Possessions: Floret castle and its surrounding kingdom, a black crown, an old ruby ring, and a black key.
- As king he has the power to order almost anything done, so long as those being ordered are law abiding citizens of Floret.
- The legends surrounding him are not entirely without merit. He has been known to accurately predict things far more often than should be possible.
- After living for over half a century he has amassed a wealth of wisdom which he uses to help those younger than him find their path.
- (Paid with his eye) Being a squirrel without depth perception making any sort of jump could be deadly to Sorrel, and so his days of climbing and acrobatics are long done.
- As old as he is it can only be expected that his physical abilities, even those not affected by his missing eye, are greatly diminished.
Personality: At court he is forceful and direct, lacking the finesse of a diplomat but rather garnering the respect of a stern father. He treats his subjects as his children and thus many see him as a father figure, or rather, a grandfather figure. In private Sorrel is reserved and quiet much of the time, seeming both pleased and melancholy much of the time when he does get to talking. He loves both his kingdom and his people, but he will not hesitate to order the destruction of those who would threaten either.
Background: King Sorrel began his life as prince Sorrel, eldest son of King Brandon, the great grandson of Gael the Squirrelking. In his early years before the death of his father, back when he still had both eyes, he was actually quite a brash and boastful squirrel, fond of displaying his various skills for all to see and praise instead of doing his chores and duties. He also had a great love of exploration, nosing around the entire castle and much of the surrounding country with great thoroughness. It was this unquenchable curiosity that eventually led to his discovery of the black key, and later, the black door.
After the eventual passing of his father Sorrel ascended to the throne and took over as King of Floret. This worried many beasts in the kingdom, seeing as Sorrel was only seventeen years old at the time, and still as arrogant and boastful as he had always been, despite his ways being tempered slightly by the death of his father. The first year of Sorrel's rule was uneasy at best. There were no disasters of truly terrible merit but there was a marked decline in the quality of Floret's leadership and governance. The young king preferred to let his generals and various ranking officials handle much of the kingdom's needs for him. The conflicting views of these officials led to strife inside the court and instability in the kingdom however. Floret castle was starting to slide toward decay at least, and at worst open civil war.
All the while the young king continued to explore the castle with eager abandon, except now he was permitted to go wherever he pleased. It was in his father's study, behind a false section of stone wall, that he found the black key. Made of pitted black iron and clearly centuries old if not older, the key was heavy, obviously important for it to be hidden so cunningly, and had once borne the shape of a creature on the bow that had since eroded into obscurity. Not knowing to what lock the key fit Sorrel decided to leave the key in its hiding place. A few months later, as the kingdom slipped further and further out of the oblivious king's grasp, Sorrel discovered a door in the dungeons that did not lead to a cell, but rather seemed to lead deeper into the heart of the hill castle Floret was built upon. He was baffled about how to open it until he noticed how familiar the pitted black bands of metal bracing the door looked. He quickly retrieved the black key from its hiding place and returned, trying the ancient key in the ancient lock. He turned the key… and stepped through.
The next time the King was seen he had lost his eye to the shock of his officials and looked several years older, or perhaps simply more mature. The day after his descent into the heart of the hill Sorrel held court himself for the first time and set about trying to fix the wounds of his negligence. It was not easy, and it was not fast, but slowly, over the course of roughly two years, the kingdom struggled back to peace and prosperity. Under the suddenly watchful eye and firm paw of King Sorrel his officials came to grudgingly bend to his unprecedented foresight and wisdom. They did not set aside their disagreements, but at least accepted the king's verdict in favor of one, the other, or something else entirely.
After the restabilizing of the kingdom several decades of peace and relative silence followed in the great southern kingdom. Southsward prospered in trade with the other great settlements of the continent, Sorrel met and wed his wife and queen Tianna and together they had three children. The peace was not total however. Tianna died giving life to their youngest daughter, and that same year a band of vermin attacked from the south, leaving hundreds dead before Floret's army could repel them. In the present Floret is in a state of quiet tension as diplomats and citizens from a settlement across the sea have begun creeping into the court and into the city surrounding the castle.
As for the King's dive into the heart of the hill, no one knows what he found down there, and he only ever told Tianna that there was even a door leading anywhere. With his queen passed on only the King himself remains who knows what is buried in the Earth beneath castle Floret.