Snippet #2593266

It was surprising, overwhelming, a shock.
It had only been a single day since the old man faded away into a lifeless bag of meat, leaving nothing but memories and a piece of paper behind. Of course, curiosity instantly causes the living to see what was written... A will.
The next day, he was dragged into the ceremony. Forced to wear the annoyingly loose ceremonial robes, robes too big to walk in without tripping. Forced to sit in the funny shaped wooden chair cut into a dead tree. Forced to speak some words which approved his new power;
"Uh... I shall continue the legacy of the old man, I shall meet his goals, I shall become the savior and guardian of this tribe. Leading the world into a new age of peace and prosperity. No flags, no lines drawn in the sand, all united. I, Vladimir Rostovii, accepts the position of Tribe leader!"
It was amazing what words he could think up in just a matter of minutes, perhaps this was a side effect of being a natural leader. Or maybe from being quick witted... Probably the latter. The improvised words which was poorly thrown out of the mouth of the new leader drew the masses to break into applause. The words somehow touched them, somehow...
Either way, the blindfolded leader was growing restless and wanted to get out of those damned robes, he looked from left to right at the elders, hoping they would take him away. And they did!

About a week had passed after the strange ceremony, the streets of the tree city of Shadowfen had been cleared of stalls and celebratory decorations. Memories of how drunk the people got and how much fun they had still lingered in the air.
Vladimir, dressed back into his usual black clothing, was sitting in his funny shaped wooden chair, resting his legs on the table pushed in front of him. His left hand lightly touched the petals of a potted flower, his right hand tapping on the armrests.

"... That's about it." He finished his large lecture he was giving the two governors which stood before him.
"I see, this all seems a bit farfetched, sir." One of the two replied,
"I don't care." Vladimir quickly replied, "It will work."
"With what you say, you will probably be killed. Plants don't exist everywhere, you can't always depend on them to see."
"Then I'll carry this potted plant with me." Vladimir gestured to the flower he was lightly touching, then broke into a small laugh which lasted a few seconds, "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
The two governors bowed to Vladimir, "Would you like us to grab the healer, Helina?"
"Ah, that, yeah might as well... She deserves to know."
With that, the two governors quickly left to fetch the healer, both wishing they could get all of their jobs done in one day so they could slack. Too bad their new leader always had work for the people, not like the past leader who was all laid back. But that didn't matter, Vladimir knew of what he was doing, and was doing it all very well...