Drawn into a vision while copulating, Conan felt the blue wave of Chief Hudanix wash over his soul & as if seeing through the eyes of the great leader A wild land with abundant life, bears, wolves & eagles dominating the ecosystem. Extremes, from the snowy inhospitable mountain ranges to the crisp rivers that cut through the grassy plains. The detail was extraordinary, & although Conan’s body was masterfully locked in physical connection his mind was lucid & open. A great fortress, filled with treasures, community, grains & livestock, soldiers with the finest weapons & armour patrolling the cobblestone streets. The throne room filled with nubile maidens wearing the finest silks, music, dancing & a roaring fire with a roasting bear above. But the gilded throne overlooking proceedings was unoccupied. Crypto Conan felt his soul energise. A vision presented to the great warrior as a birthrate perhaps, Chief Hudanix teasing him with this paradise. A sudden cloud fell over the land, the room now empty as Conan witnessed the spirits of different people sitting in the throne & then being torn from its comforts & power. Noblemen, peasants & barbarian alike had been crowned, a chance to rule, but only one with $BALLS & $STEEL may recline for duration. The Tribekey talisman crucial to keeping the subjects loyal…for a time. The kingdom was prosperous & powerful but an undercurrent of bacchanalia pervaded the populous. Not guided by loyalty or honour but by gold & coin. The efforts of past rulers to steer the people towards virtue have failed. Riches, incomprehensible was the silent power in this kingdom & those controlling the Cauldron of Wealth held the king’s reign in hand. The lure of the throne, like a siren song is irresistible. Conan turned around, the throne room now filled with potential kings. Do they know what’s at stake, the twisted game they must play?...
