I'm not well liked because I was originally kicked out of the Rhodoks and hunted down as an enemy of the state because I opposed Graveth after he broke two election laws (he brought weapons and an army to the election grounds, threatened everyone who was there to vote for him or he was going to let the Swadians slaughter them), I was being hunted down by my own people, I had no hope of a future. But I didn't let that deter me from seeking out and fulfilling my ambition of becoming the King of the greatest nation in Calradia, the Kingdom of Rhodokia. I traveled the lands seeking support for my claim on the throne, dodging assassins sent by the cowardly dog Graveth.

I spent years on the run with little hope of a future, I thought for sure that it was only a matter of time before one of his assassins would succeed or a foreign King would capture me and send me to Graveth as a gift. However, Graveth had lead the people of Rhodokia into disastrous military campaigns and a failed crusade against the Sarranid Sultanate. He was disgraced and thrown into a holding cell by his commanders, the people demanded that Rhodokia be turned into a People's Republic with a leader elected by the people. This was my chance to come home and finally live among the people glorious people of Rhodokia again, to not have to worry of getting a knife in the back every time I slept. I was going to confront King Graveth and have him right the wrongs of which he has done to me, I was going to replace him as King of Rhodokia, and fulfill my ambition.

I joined the Rhodok Election as a candidate for election, I was expecting to be greeted warmly by the people who have faced hardship at the hands of King Graveth's military disasters only to discover that they hated me as much as Graveth did. I faced opposition at every turn, foreign kings denounced me, candidates colluded with each other in order to bring me down and make sure I would never make any progress in the election. They were planning on executing me if they won the election, once again I was in a battle of life and death, and I refused to die. I addressed the corruption of foreign kings within the election, preached about the our need to exterminate the Sarranids, and educated those who supported me on the dangers of having a people's republic. I refused to go down without a fight, no matter what I was going to fight to my last breath, I truly believed that I was going to be the future king of Rhodokia.

On the fated day of the election there were two candidates remaining, a local lord by the name of SuicidalCake whom represented every single candidate in the election, and myself. In order to formally declare Rhodokia as a People's Republic we had to duel Graveth in a fight of honor and win. He slaughtered us... Despite being imprisoned for months he still walked out of his cell and beat the living daylight out of SuicidalCake and myself, once again becoming King of Rhodokia. In that single moment he destroyed all hope and future for a People's Republic, no one thought that we had a future, we all believed that Rhodokia was finished. Something inside me broke.

A rebellion broke out soon after, the people were rebellion against Graveth's victory and demanded a revolution, all of Rhodokia was in chaos. Their efforts were futile, and I could see that. Instead of joining the people and fighting for a people's republic, I urged my followers to fight for King Graveth and against the revolution. The revolutionaries didn't stand a chance, they were slaughtered beneath Graveth's might, murdered by their king, and had their will broken. The election that was supposed to bring a new era to Rhodokia lead by the full support and devotion of its people had been destroyed, Rhodokia had been destroyed. Refugees had left the kingdom in the thousands, entire villages were abandoned, Rhodokia was finished.

After the rebellion was over, I confronted King Graveth about my fate, I asked for mercy. I could no longer continue fighting Graveth, turns out I was nothing but a bug to him the entire time. In order for him to spare my life I had to knowledge him as the rightful King of Rhodokia, and disarm the militia I had formed called "The Kastorators".

Following the defeat of the Rhodok Rebellion and the reinstating of King Graveth, yet another crusade was called upon the Sarranid Sultanate. It was a disaster. We lost at every turn, we were slaughtered at every clash, we didn't stand a chance. They took the city of Jelkala, our capital, the pride and joy of Rhodokia. King Graveth also died at Jelkala, declaring me the new King of Rhodokia, a king of a broken nation.

I had somehow achieved all that I ever wanted, my ambitions were filled, but yet it didn't feel like victory. I may have become a King but I was hated by both lords and peasants alike, with no supporters and only enemies... I felt empty, like I accomplished nothing.

If you want to know why I am not well liked, its because I was there for every event which drove Rhodokia into the ground, every single person who supported the rebellion says "Kastor betrayed us", and every person who supported Graveth says "Kastor usurped the Kingdom". Foreign Kings see me as a King yet to be overthrown and spread propaganda against me, trying to make sure that Rhodokia will never rise again. This is why I am not well liked. I killed those who were against me, and betrayed those who supported me. I am a King in name, but not in the hearts of the people, to them I am nothing but a rat picking the meat from the bones of the dead.