You’ve called for Three Hunters, Three Hunters are we. You do tempt us to be your Three Kings. We’ve hunted in Egypt, Greece, and Norway. We can replenish you of your freedom. We can set you people free. But you must accept our offering, now let us introduce what we bring.
I’m Marcus Aurelias, I’m the King of the Sky. I give you every stolen bird’s feather, use them to wipe the pity from your eyes. I’ll fly them to heaven, take away your pain. My subjects will carry your feathers forever. Your pain will be so far out of your reach. I’m Marcus Aurelias and this is my offering. I offer to be your First King.
I am Lucius, the King of the Water. I offer the fat and the oil of the pickerel fish. I will flenser your fear off that has congealed on yourselves, I’ll take your fear then rub you with oily ungent. In mouths my baleens will hold your fear in safe keeping. I am Lucius and this is my offering. I offer to be your Second King.
My name is Jonas, they call me Jonas Groan. Banished to the Underworld, yea, where I’m mostly alone. All I got is a backbone from some hellhound. I’m sorry but that’s all I found underground. Cold, dark, and lonely, I’ll never let you get as low as me. I am Jonas Groan and this is my only offering. I don’t have to offer much to be only Third King.
We are the Three Kings, we will keep you safe. We might hunt with a harness, an ulu, or arsenic. We’ll take your pity and fear that keeps you lowly. And if we accept your offering. And take your beast far away. Then we will rule as your Kings, we’ll start the hunt when you accede.