Diary of a Rogue (17)

Part XVII:


After this it was a simple matter to climb back up to the room and replace the ring on the sleeping Prince’s finger. Everything went smooth as cream although I still had the urge to stab him in the eyes. I said a slight prayer to whatever gods were listening that the plan, as simple as it was, would work.

Prince Lenword, I found out later, was first in the line of three sons for the throne of Alterac Lake. He developed a strange malady it seemed on his travels to visit Stranglethorn Vale with stops in Westfall and Southshore for entertainment. He had large attacks of flatulence at least three times a day that started strangely after a brief stop in Southshore. Although the loud farting sounds were quite an embarrassment to the Prince, it seems the horrid smells that accompanied them were even worse.

After returning home he was shunned by his father, the King, who found this problem more than a bit embarrassing. Although the best doctors were brought in and many different diets tried, it seems the “vapor attacks” continued. The King actually built his oldest son a small manor outside of the castle walls. Prince Lenword spent most of his days there under the King’s orders. Later, at the King’s passing, the throne went to the second in line.

It is said that Prince Lenword spent most of his days in an alcoholic stupor when he was not chasing away folk with his farts and smells. Little did he suspect that had he simply removed his enchanted ring his malady would have been miraculously cured. When he was in his 50’s a passing magician noticed the enchantment and removed it with a simple dispel.

It is said that when Prince Lenword discovered that he had lost his throne and been shunned for decades due to a simple enchantment that he walked to the tree in front of his manor with a rope and hung himself. Just like Sally had done a week after he had departed Southshore. Some justice is long in coming but ever the more sweet in taste when it finally does.