[center][h2]Didn’t mean to do that.[/h2][/center]

[color=6fb887]“Oops.”[/color]

It was a beautiful day on Galbar, or a horrible windswept one.  Or it was blistering.  Or freezing.  Quite frankly Galabr had more climates than was worth mentioning.  The lifeblood wasn’t a fan of minimalism, really.  Anyways the point is, somewhere someone was having the day of their lives.  It was beautiful, where they were.

That person was, in fact, having the best day of anyone on Galbar.  Why?  Well, a god on high had made a mistake.  It wasn’t something that happened every day, or every century, but the gods were as far from infallible as their creations.  Age brought wisdom, yes, but nothing removes that particular stain of intellectual dishonesty which begins with ‘Well I thought it was a good idea’.

Because it was not a good idea.  It was a terrible idea.  The god who’d done it was entirely aware of this.  In the future they’d defend themselves, if it came to it, but really they’d done it to see what happened.  What happened was not good.  Well, not good for certain people.  For one person it was effectively the greatest thing that would ever happen. 

You see, Tekret Et Heret, the god of Rulership and Contracts, the King Maker, had lost something.  Well, it wasn’t lost so much as thrown at Galbar with a reckless abandon.  Tekret had, as was their fashion, created something in the hopes that it would help some would be king or queen.  This time though, they'd decided to leave it around and see who found it.  


King or Queen, it was just a title after all.  Often a good King was one who just blundered into it.  That was the theory anyway.  The execution had come up short.  Extremely, terrifyingly, short.  For Tekret had created an artifact of terrible power, something which could change the fate of nations.

It had been meant for a man or woman to change the world, or at least a corner of it.  Instead, it had landed in the hands of Gregory.  Gregory was, as it happened, the most alcoholic man currently alive, or close enough that the competition was essentially a toss up.  He’d imbibed so much liquor that he was half blind, yellow in the face, and utterly destitute.

At least, until a ratty old book had fallen from the sky and knocked him out.  Had Gregory been a smarter man, he might have thrown the book away, after all it was clearly trash thrown from a window.  Sadly, Gregory was stupid like a fox. He’d opened the book, learned what it was, and using a finger covered in gutter filth written something in it.

This was how Gregory, a man with maybe a year or two of life left in his frail body, became Supreme High Lord King Emperor Man The Best of his shitty impoverished Mydian village.  How did this happen?  Well, he wrote it.  Gregory had, through absolutely no merit of his own, stumbled upon the Book of Law.

Unfortunately, he had once been a better man and so knew how to write.

He wrote that he was in charge. 

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Tekkie throws an artifact at Galbar.  It goes poorly.  Now Supreme High Lord King Emperor Man The Best rules over a Human hamlet on Whakarongo.
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-5MP Book of Law: [Iron Decree V]
The Book of Law is a tome that will turn anything written in it into Law.  Disobeying Laws written in the book is extremely difficult, and will result in severe pain for the duration one is committing a crime (as seen by the book). One must be made aware of the law before the book takes effect. Its influence extends nearly ten miles. 


5/5 Law Portfolio Unlocked
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