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Kivutar's Klassics
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kivutark · 1 hour ago
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Chapter 253. Remember Farud?
Everyone knows it’s a bad idea to hand an army over to someone who doesn’t like you.  Especially someone who thinks he could be a king. Continue reading Chapter 253. Remember Farud?
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kivutark · 3 days ago
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Chapter 252. The Other Kay Khosrow.
The war drums started the next day, just around the time when everyone was finally tired of the minstrels. Kay Khosrow seated himself on his usual elephant, wearing his very nicest military-grade dangly pearl earrings. Continue reading Chapter 252. The Other Kay Khosrow.
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kivutark · 5 days ago
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Chapter 251. Faramarz Sounds Good.
The next day, Rostam, along with Zavareh and Faramarz, came before the new King of Kings to discuss matters of state. Specifically, their state. Continue reading Chapter 251. Faramarz Sounds Good.
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kivutark · 7 days ago
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Chapter 250. Bizhan.
The next day, as feral horses were rounded up for cavalry and smiths hammered away, Kay Khosrow called all the most famous warriors to yet another assembly. “Because I know you need no further motivation,” he announced. “I’m going to give out some prizes. After all, great deeds are a reward in themselves, so I’m sure a little treasure makes no difference to you gentlemen.” Continue reading…
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kivutark · 10 days ago
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Chapter 249. Who's Barta?
“Wait, hang on a minute,” said Kay Khosrow. “How many of you actually are there?” Confused, the men looked at each other. “Countless?” said one tentatively. “Enough to blacken the hillsides,” said a clever fellow. “Beyond number!” Continue reading Chapter 249. Who’s Barta?
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kivutark · 12 days ago
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Chapter 248. Fuck Afrasyab.
When the party was over, the next morning, Kay Kavus and Kay Khosrow held joint court. Kay Kavus made a speech about all the hardships Afrasyab had brought to Persia in general and himself in particular, beginning with the death of Siyavash and many other fine warriors, and ending with all the dust the armies had raised, which got, frankly, everywhere. Continue reading Chapter 248. Fuck Afrasyab.
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kivutark · 14 days ago
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Chapter 247. The Whole Team.
The next morning, a barely hung-over Kay Khosrow gathered Rostam and Zal, along with Tus, Gudarz, Giv, and everyone else who was anyone. Kay Kavus was not included. “I’m thinking of going on a massive, Iran-spanning hunting trip,” he announced. “Slash recruiting session, for a mysterious future mission.” Continue reading Chapter 247. The Whole Team.
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kivutark · 17 days ago
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Chapter 246. Siyavash 2.0.
“This is boring,” sighed Kay Khosrow, bending over resignedly to let another foreign ambassador kiss his ass. “And my back hurts.” “Being a king requires sacrifice, my boy,” said Kay Kavus, bending in turn, but just then, a cry came from the palace walls. Continue reading Chapter 246. Siyavash 2.0.
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kivutark · 19 days ago
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Chapter 245. The Ideal King.
The first thing Kay Khosrow did as King of Kings B was, naturally, to organize an invasion of Turan. Continue reading Chapter 245. The Ideal King.
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kivutark · 21 days ago
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Chapter 244. Two Kings.
“So I’ve been thinking,” said Kay Kavus, putting his hand on Kay Khosrow’s shoulder and steering him towards the throne room. “I’ve been king for ages. Feels like longer than any king in history! So much stress, so much responsibility. What say you, I crown you King of Kings a little early, and then gradually phase into retirement?” Continue reading Chapter 244. Two Kings.
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kivutark · 24 days ago
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Chapter 243. The Conqueror.
A year later, the conqueror of Ardabil swaggered back into his grandfather’s court, greeted with cheers and enthusiastic whistles. Even Fariborz kissed him and gifted him a shiny new throne. “My king!” he proclaimed, bowing. Continue reading Chapter 243. The Conqueror.
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kivutark · 26 days ago
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Chapter 242. Whoever You Are.
As Fariborz slunk back into the palace, Gudarz slapped Kay Khosrow on the back. “Your turn, kiddo! Hop onto the emerald throne, and we’ll hoist it onto the elephant!” Continue reading Chapter 242. Whoever You Are.
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kivutark · 28 days ago
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Chapter 241. Ardabil.
Tus immediately went to find Fariborz, and both quickly returned to Kay Kavus. “As the oldest, surely I get to try this ‘quest’ first,” said Fariborz. Continue reading Chapter 241. Ardabil.
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kivutark · 1 month ago
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Chapter 240. Choose Your Prince.
“Like adults, yes,” said Kay Kavus. “Tus, Gudarz, go to my throne room. The rest of you stay outside.” A few minutes later, Tus and Gudarz stood on either side of Kay Kavus’ throne, glaring daggers at each other. Continue reading Chapter 240. Choose Your Prince.
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kivutark · 1 month ago
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Chapter 239. Shut Up About Siyavash.
“Tus said what?” growled Gudarz. “That sounds like treason to me! Let’s go get him, boys!” He leapt to his feet, the half-drunk warriors surging after him, spilling out of the palace with whatever weapons they could get their hands on. Continue reading Chapter 239. Shut Up About Siyavash.
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kivutark · 1 month ago
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Chapter 238. Tus, Son of Nozar.
When everyone was settled in a beautiful pleasure-garden, and the feast was just being cleared away, Kay Kavus had another brilliant idea. “Hey, everyone! I need you all to swear eternal loyalty to my grandson, as the future King of Kings!” “Yeah!” cheered several of the warriors, but one voice rang out louder than the others. “Absolutely not.” Continue reading Chapter 238. Tus, Son of Nozar.
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kivutark · 1 month ago
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Chapter 237. Grandpa!
As the parade approached the capital, they found it decked out in splendor to receive the prince. Banners fluttered everywhere, and musicians lined the streets, all playing different tunes in a horrible racket. As if the poor horses weren’t suffering enough, they were also drenched in wine and perfume. Candy and gold coins rained down like hailstones, except worse, as Kay Khosrow finally made his…
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