You're the king of a sprawling nation threatened by the darkest of all evils, whose name cannot be uttered. You took a fifteen year old who killed a slime to your throne room, hand him a rusty sword and some padded armor and ask him to slay the fiend. He runs screaming, leaving behind a trail of urine.What did you expect?
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The kid then run off screaming, at which case I can [i]refuse[/i] to let him save the kingdom, and he'll stubbornly do it just to rub it in.
And hey, those 12-year old rat stabbers with breadknives are just falling over themselves to do little jobs for XP. As policies go, it's even better than conscription, and easier to implement.
The Parliament has cut your military budget again?
Hell, you've got a million rusty swords. There's bound to be one Hero of Time trapped in a 15-year-old's body somewhere in the kingdom, and it's a damn sight cheaper than actually building an effective military.
Well, what did *you* expect? What kind of bedtime stories do you think kings grow up on? Sensible military policy? *WRONG* We grew up on tales of derring-do done by right-place-right-time heroes. The kid had the look, the 'tude, the whole package. Not *my* fault he could barely lift the sword I gave him.
Most of the kids don't run fast enough to get away. The slow ones keep the nameless evil well-fed and lazy, so I don't have to waste my guards and soldiers on useless attacks. This kid's got potential; recruit him into the military, or at least the messenger program, and send one of the more portly boys in to placate the incomprehensible one.
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