"Hello, listener. I am sure that you are aware of the nomadic state in which we of the Elkron Wastes live, but I am here to tell you that we did not always live thusly. Once the land of Elkar was a vast kingdom, its capitol a hub of trading and culture surveyed by a powerful king. All of this, however, was brought to a close by one man..."
It was the morning of Market Day, and I departed from my village with only a sack containing a day's necessities. I was on the way to the "great" capitol of our realm, intending not to indulge in the delicacies and trinkets brought from the far corners of the kingdom as most were, but to carry out a task of much import, one I had avowed myself to complete from my fifth year in this world. Placed intermittently along the road to the capitol were the king's standards; their crimson hue served as a reminder of the bloodshed that allowed the king's ascendancy to the throne.
Due to the influx of visitors for the opening of the market, I took a lesser-used gate into the city. Only one man guarded it, and the road leading up to it terminated in a mess of broken cobblestones, obviously untended for many a year. The guard understood my desire to avoid the masses of vistors, and promptly let me in.
Noting my idle pace as I pushed through the crowds of people, I conceded that I would be unable to reach the king at my intended time, when he would be detached from his royal guards. I had an idea, though, and I acted upon it.
Knowing that I would most likely need to pay off some denizen of this city while I carried out my task, I had brought a large gem of tremendous value that I had had in my possession for some time. I used this to persuade one vendor to give temporary ownership of his goods to me, as the gem was worth far more than all of his goods, effective haggling included.
Soon a horn rang out through the city, commanding all besides the vendors to clear out of the main street. The king would arrive soon.
And arrive he did, flanked by two of his royal guards. The king was bedecked in regalia fit for a deity, and the sole fact that this being of indescribable power descended to partake in the market was enough to retain the loyalty of almost all his subjects. As he approached me and inquired about "my" wares, I offered him a drink of one exotic beverage from the vendor's inventory. The hackles of his imposing guards were visibly raised, and I quickly but calmly amended my offer by saying that I would of course drink first to eliminate the possibility of poison. I took a draught from the bottle, and then poured two goblets of the liquid, taking one and handing one to the king. Being parched from the harsh sun that had been shining all day, he drank quickly. After this, I seized the opportunity to speak, otherwise his death would serve no meaning.
"Though your road to power was long and not every step remembered, I intend to facilitate remembrance of one event. The burning of the village Arageyn, my home. You said that this was an end to the bandits that could disrupt the peace, yet this led to the death of hundreds. Fathers, mothers, children, all fell under the strike of your flame. Soon, the whole kingdom will know the nomadism that I have as an orphan. Good-bye."
At the end of my speech, taking advantage of the shock felt by the king and his guards, I fled the city to avoid the ensuing chaos.
"During the night following this assassin's flight from the capitol, the residents of the king's palace said that as he slept, the king fell under a terrible illness. While under this illness, the king was heard to be crying out pleas for forgiveness shortly before his death to the poison that the assassin had placed in his goblet before he arrived.
After this, which was the first successful assassination attempt on a king throughout the entire period of the monarchy, the kingdom was torn apart due to the fact that because the king had no heir, prominent figures on the political scene quarrelled over land and power, eventually leading to the nomadism of today. What you must take away from this, dear listener, is that one man can make all the difference."