Play of fools

Decrepitus- Most aged elder (very wise but to old to rule).
Merchant- The tailor in town, no one ever knew name.
Flavarius- The good natured baker.
Nicky- The not quite so legal lawyer,
Johnson- A "well meant" servant with a plan.
Dimitus- A King among men... kind of.
Trollipsiseas- The very beautiful wife of the king.
I.G.C.S.- International Grammar Council Societies.

I.G.C.S. International Grammar Council Society

N.A.R.C.S. National Arcane Rhetoric in Composition Society

I.D.I.O.T.S. International Democracy Independent Of Thinking Society

G.R.O.S.S Grammar Renounfully Obscene, Support Society

NA.M.E.S. Nominated. Association. Memory. Enabling. Society.

S.N.O.T.S. Societies Noblemen Of Truth Society

R.O.S.T.E.R.S Run On Singular Thought Evaluation/Retention Society

I.N.T.E.R.R.U.P.T.I.O.N.S Individuals Not Told Eloquently, Resisting Restraint Upon Practical Thoughts In Oncoming Notations Society

M.I.L.F.S. Modern Intelligent Linguistic Functionalists Society

*S.U.C.K.E.R.S. Significantly Undermining Common Korrect Expression Revisions Society

**S.P.A.N.K.E.R.S. Significant Punishers Advancing Neo-Kraut Edicts Resourcefully Society

T.E.R.R.R.O.R.S The Enlightened Rogues Reaping Oath Return Society

F.A.I.L.E.D. Falsely Assuming Iconic Legacy Indentures Empowered Dimitus

T.I.M.E.S.S Truly Intelligent Men Enforcing Sequential Synchronisms society

*NA.M.E.S. cites S.U.C.K.E.R.S. and S.P.A.N.K.E.R.S. for each having one of their Nominated words "Significantly and Significant" to close together, and orders S.P.A.N.K.E.R.S. to change theirs. Currently the case in the courts.

**S.P.A.N.K.E.R.S. retorts on grounds that the Nominated word is part of who they are. "With that taken away what is their point? What the hell is a P.A.N.K.E.R.S. ?"
NA.M.E.S. replies "A more threatening sounding name."

The S.P.A.N.K.E.R.S. begin discussing this idea

 

Chapter 1 (this isn't the full chapter)
The previous night ahead

   It was in the year 1713 that Decrepitus came to the notion of wanting to be king worse than ever. He thought about his life, he was born a simple man, rich in pride of thought. That thought* eventually led him to also make a mental note, not to ever laugh at the I.G.C.S. if he ran into them again. Funny little tribe of men and women...rather odd. Anyway, moving right along he remembered what he was thinking about and continued in thought. He reflected on things that he had always wished would happen, but never quite did.

  He wished he could have had sex with a girl when he was younger. They were both the same age, but he felt he was too old for her. When all the children grew a bit, they were assigned menial jobs around the town, he couldn't go with them, because he was a bit too old. You will be happy to know that he was placed in the care of an animal doctor... who put him in charge of a sick lion (the doctor felt he was old enough). He went to an educational institution with his peers, and holding A's in all his classes he was asked to leave.... because the university felt he lied about his age on the application.

  It was here that he stopped for a moment to remember his wife and daughter he left behind. His wife married him truly for his mind....NOTHING more. He was allowed sex once and that was on her wedding night, his daughter was conceived that evening. He really didn't like his wife much, but what his daughter said stuck in his mind:
"Dad, I know you want to climb that unclimbable peak, you have told me the story about how you almost mounted the top of Mt. NuhnClymbe‘Aap, but you are a little too old to do that now" Those words hit him like a turnip strap. When next in line for the crown, succession arose, none would honor his name, because he was a bit too old.

  He was rather unhappy. He went off to seek what fortune he could, he would be the king, he was truly meant to be. He was sure of this fact because once upon a time, long ago his father told him he could be... He had traveled for what seemed many years, the days were lost to him...he forgot an invention that kept track of life, it was called: Prized Perfect Performance Practical Possession Praises Proper Prior Phi-pod Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance, Or The P14². He felt like an ass.

  Here, he was immersed among the idiots. To be so reflectively harsh upon his stature....a self proclaimed king. Oh ye, be it read upon thouest darkest hour. Ye fore us in a time of glory, rise and show your followers who is really in charge around here!
He could handle this just fine, how hard could it be, to enlighten an idiot? He would first gain some type of organized audience. "that nice park"**, seemed like a good place tomorrow at noon. He had a speech to write. Shortly later he was in a room at the inn. Some time after he was settled in, he wandered through the streets. The sea of men and women before him in the public market...idiots! Men with age tonics better than healing potions crediting authenticity to their own mothers graves. There was some sort of law office set up, it guaranteed to make all your legal problems go away. The name was rather interesting... which caught his eye originally "A, it's ***Nicky's, (legal law solicitor) Law Firm".

  Presently there was some sort of religious ceremony going on up the way, some babble by the guy talking on a small stage. "It is here in salvation we seek to find all who want to get to the great kingdom of Dion. For three coins you can have his book of words, and eternity will be happy". The smell of bread was rousting the senses of the parishioners who started turning their pouches open for bread instead of Dion. **** He bought two pieces of bread from the church woman who was selling herself umm, her loaves! Yes her loaves, what self respecting woman of the church would solicit sex?... well there was that temple he once visited in Greece, but this is not one of those types of stories.

  Across the way he saw the target of his new found hunger. He made his way amongst the crowd by the time he got there the baker was getting all his bread taken by people. He took action and was able to chase and retrieve four loaves. He introduced himself to the baker after he returned the bread.
"Good baker I am Decrepitus, I would not run such a large cart if I couldn't control all sides of it."

"Yes my friend thank you, I will note that. I am Flavarius, please have a loaf of bread on me. You are a good person I can see that and you are new here aren't you?" Decrepitus thought upon this great question while puffing on his pipe for a moment, and then with most noble reply, ***** His Royalness said,"Yes, I'm a stranger, but not for long."He grinned so pleased, that it was his god given right as king, to make new words when ever he wanted, and this was just as good of time as any.) Therefore he felt when he was introduced to the king, that is how he wish to be addressed, so therefore the king would know that his royalness was a very high man. "Kind of, let me ask you something friend. Do you know anything about the law shop across the market?"

Flavarius replied with mild concern; "A bit of a problem? I think the guys name is Nikodemus, I heard he's a rat. Why, what is your issue?"
Quickly Decrepitus replied, "Ohm nothing just have a question for him that's all. I shall meet you here in a little while bread master." and with that he was off. /he had begun to look more closely on his ideal grandstanding spot. He surveyed the area for later use, and thought the following "That area over there between that large stone building and the pond would be rather nice. Perfectly shaded and a nice view of newly planted trees. My the king here must like his land full and beautiful. There was a very nice circular with what looked like a podium in the center. This area was ringed off by a fence, about 70 feet in diameter. This location would be perfect if needed! Being pleased with his findings, he went on with his day. On the way to see the lawyer, he stopped in a store that sold clothing. An old merchant was behind the counter looking in some old accounting books. He looked up at this most notable stranger.

 

*The I.G.C.S. subtly mentions to the author, and Decrepitus; "Stop working with each other on the issue of so much thinking, you are beginning to bore the readers. The author replies with the following; Don't start getting on my case , I don't like you already  ...overheated wind bags." Decrepitus replies also, with the following; I am a philosopher, what do you want me to do?... the same idiot that created you, created me!" Then he laughed at them.
*** "that nice park" (where a cemetery once resided, until a necromancer and some grave robbers found it. Now the country sees that ground as sacred, no grandstanding will be tolerated)
** Nicky never actually received a law degree, and operates quite illegally in practicing law, he paid a handsome amount to get a forger to create the document.
****You couldn't blame them really, what good is a god named Dion? The world already had enough gods and they wouldn't be pleased with having to give any power up to a new comer. It is pleasing to know the king here is wise, such as with all kings.
*****This word, (royalness) was added into the language of every country known.... or so he hoped.