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Vassals to an empty throne

Is there still room or is this dead?

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

(Disclaimer: all conversation unless stated otherwise is in orcish)

A harsh blast of icy wind shot across the raiding party on their way back to their base camp after a successful trip. The dire boar mounts that carried them huffed across the frozen land with moderate pace sending trails of steam in their wake. At the head covered in boar hide layered in scraps if metal fashioned into armor rode their leader, a hobgoblin named Xagos. To the naked eye, Xagos appeared as nothing more than a bloodthirsty brute with snarling visage and foul temperament to match, when in reality he was much more. Within that sack of green flesh rested the soul of Jerry Slatts, and he was tired. Ever since he awoke in that body Xagos had constantly lived a life of struggle and war just to survive in this harsh world that he found himself in.

Life was hard, he knew war from his life before, but there was always respite and time to detach one self. Hobgoblins do not rest. Simply getting your meal from one day to the next is a fight and finally Xagos had had enough of it. As the group of ten to fifteen raiders made it back the mouth of the ancestral cave they were met by the sound and smell of a cave filled with orcs and hobgoblins. Handlers came and took their mounts to a sunken cavern that worked as a make shift stable and the conquering “heroes” were met with a mixture of praise and open challenges. Xagos, alone with his motley band, carried the spoils if their raid to Matron Bal’Dureth the leader of this cave and rumored to be the strongest orc in the southern Badlands. Aa they entered the antechamber the roar of hundreds of orcs and hobgoblins filled the high ceilinged room adorned with the skulls of fallen foes, spoils of war, and emaciated slaves running around doing their masters bidding. High stop her stone throne surrounded by eligible breeding males of both orc and hobgoblin sat Bal’Dureth, and fairly intimidating looking orc female; sitting roughly six feet with a massive rotund frame layered with muscle and fat, her trusty hunk of iron she called a sword by her side eating what seemed to be pig or some kind of white meat.

As her eyes made connection with the raiding party entering the room she called out in a might roar,

”AAH, MY RIGHT HAND HAS RETURNED BEARING OFFERINGS FOR THEIR MATRON! COME, BRING ME WHAT IS MINE AHAHAHHAHAA!!”

This was the moment that Xagos had been dreading since he entered the Badlands, the haul from the last raid yielded less than desired results. There were a few slaves but the other raiders ate them when the food supplies ran out. A few scraps off metal, some dried food stuffs, and other miscellaneous assorted supplies were laid at her feet as the other raiders slinked off as far as they could. All but Xagos, he stayed and looked her in the eyes. Bal’Dureth’s eyes narrowed at the paltry offering as she rose to her feet and stormed down into Xagos' personal space. She began roaring about the offering and how little they were able to bring her, but Xagos tuned her out as he slowly looked her over. When he was in the military the drill sergeants used to scare him in boot camp but war changes you, and this bloated war chief was nothing to him. The irritating drone if her voice was the only driving force he had for these months and he was just about at wits end with it all when suddenly, an opportunity arose. While staring into space a strong and sudden impact struck his face forcibly turning it, she had hit him for whatever reason she had, but that was Xagos last straw. In a flash he drew his axe from his hip and plunged it into leg nearly severing it at the thigh. As she lay there screaming in a mixture of pain and rage, Xagos slowly walked to her throne in silence and reached for her sword,

”I have listened to your useless gloating for too long now and WE are sick of it!”
The antechamber grew deathly quiet as all listened intently to what Xagos had to say. This was the first time in the clans history that a matriarch had been challenged or injured to such a degree and all were curious as to what was going to happen next,

”For too long we have suffered at the whims of your temper as you bring us to ruin and I will no longer stand for this,
He stood over her now dragging the hunk of iron behind him as the fear began to set in her eyes as her death approaches with the sound of scraping iron. If he was honest with himself Xagos had no idea what his plan was at this point, his whole assault on her was a knee jerk reaction. Everything thing after was everything but clear the one thing he was certain of, however, he was going to shut that annoying mouth of hers no matter what happened today.

”You are no longer our chief, I have taken everything from you because that’s what I do. I take from those who are weak, defenseless, and frail. I am a raider of the Black Fields and I want your throne,”
He turned now the crowd around him and challenged in a menacing roar,

”, What say you huh? Who dares challenge my claim?”

Silence. Complete and utter silence filled the room. As Xagos turned and faced his whimpering prey he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. There was still enough humanity in him to have compassion and that brought him peace but a message still had to be sent. SCHWIINNGG, SQUELCH. The slab of iron fell with a sickening thud as it finished what his axes had started. As she lay there screaming in pain Xagos leaned down and whispered into her ear,

”This leg is mine, I will hang it above my throne so all who see will know that I took it from you. I made you worthless as a fighter, a leader, and anything else that matters in this world. I. TOOK. IT. FROM. YOU. Leave my cave and never return or I will finish what I started her.

With his message sufficiently sent Xagos turned from the disgraced matriarch and pushed past the stunned crowd without another word. He had a long journey and was tired.

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Xagos, the Demon of Black Fields

Name:
Xagos
Formerly – Ssg Jerry Slatts

Nicknames/Titles:
The Demon of Black Fields

Gender:
Male

Age:
Current age: unknown
Age of death in Iraq: 23

Species:
Hobgoblin

Original World:
Tallahassee, Florida

social status:
Raider of the Black Fields clan

Appearance:
Xagos is relatively normal sized, standing around 5’11” with a muscular build to him. His skin is a sickly green color with visible scarring from the countless battles he’s had to fight through including missing chunks of ear and meat from his hands. His face resembles that of a pug or other flat faced dog as two tusk like lower teeth extend from his bottom jaw, his eyes a shocking bright blue but have small pupils giving him the appearance of being beady eyed.

Personality:
Xagos, or at least the man he used to be, was a relative decent guy to be around. He had a knack for putting others before himself and seemed to make friends easy enough. After enlisting he focused himself more and became studious and knowledgeable in strategy and he took on an even more compassionate role believing whole heartedly in “no man left behind". There are moments that he battles with self doubt, especially after his transference into Aion and his assimilation into hobgoblin life.

Backstory:
Jerry’s life was, more or less, a perfect life. He grew up in Tallahassee, Florida to normal parents in a quiet neighborhood outside of town. He was known as the town “boy scout” having a string sense of right and wrong and always sticking up for the little guy. To no one’s surprise Jerry was a natural athlete and quickly rose to high school popularity as captain of the football team and had a promising career in pro sports if he so chose.

This was not the life he chose, however, as he surprised everyone by enlisting in the army. Life was expectedly hard after that but he persevered and took to learning combat strategies and weapons training. Things seemed to go well until he was shipped out to Iraq and got a taste of true war. Life became terrifying as he did everything he could just to make sure that he and his squad survived their excursions. One day the fighting had taken a horrible turn as his team was ambushed in a small town and Jerry had a gun to his head.

Something in him turned angry, not just angry but rage. He quickly jumped up and with a roar of defiance took his knife and killed the insurgent in front of him. When he came back to himself, however, he wasn’t in that alleyway but an open battlefield surrounded by green-skinned creatures covered in blood. These creatures were hobgoblins, creatures of blood and war and unlike anything Jerry had ever witnessed.

Skills/Talents:
Strategy

Combat – all forms

Leadership

Powers/Abilities:
Focused Fury – The hobgoblins nature lends them to take on a barbaric rage like state which most will never control. Through years of military training Xagos is able to focus this state into a heightened state of combat prowess allowing him the maximum power his new body is capable of.

Master of Arms – Xagos is able to pick up most weapons and, with enough time with them, able to use them effectively in combat.

Items:
2x hand axes
1x cleaver styled short sword
1x set of “improvised" metal armor

Other
A dire boar mount which he named Pri'bekn

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Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

_{Day of the ships departure – Several minutes before departure}

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The day had passed rather unremarkably compared to the day prior. Xaru had pulled off a rather successful scam and was enjoying the meager fruits of his labor. A simple dowry of simple people wouldn’t bring much for long but a cup of ale would be a good start. His mind wandered off to his people back on Airi and wondered about his father’s health and if they were safe from the thieves and bandits that plague the island, which caused an audible chuckle to escape his lips. His father taught him all he knew about swordsmanship, he couldn’t possibly be beaten.

“Must be quite the joke if you laugh to yourself “

The barkeeps voice roused his thoughts of home and father,

”Hah, yes tis a funny joke indeed. Say friend, what’s all this commotion going on by the docks, seems like a rather big gathering for such a small town?”

“OH you haven’t heard? An expedition is setting out today for some big job or whatever. People been saying there’s a lot of loot to be had, 250,000 crowns to be had.”

His eyes widened at the sound of so much money. That may crowns could do wonders for his pockets and his caravan. The wheels in his mind already began spending that gold when another, more harsh sound, broke his thoughts,

”YOU, FORIGEN FELLA!!! STAY RIGHT THERE!!”

A large portly gentleman busted through the doors of the pub practically foaming at the mouth in rage. The man had to be in his middle fifties wearing fisherman’s clothes and topped with a balding crown or hair. He was accompanied by a couple of his friends and a rather petite looking young woman around Xaru’s age who couldn’t look at him without turning red from blushing. This was going to be a problem.

”Ah hello my friends what can I…”

”Don’t ‘My friends' me. Why’s my daughter say you promised to marry her if she’d give you her dowry to go find a place to live.”

This was problematic. He hadn’t expected his con to catch him that fast. The present company was a rather intimidating crew, two larger men with improvised weapons flanked him on either side while daddy dearest stood in front of him with his daughter behind. By now the pub had began to crowd around them in anticipation of the inevitable fight cutting off most of his escape routes. He had to think of something fast or this was going to be dicey.

”BEAT MY MONEY OUT OF ‘EM BOYS!!

A series of wild blows were launched from the two on his flanks which he easily dodged. They were big and slow and their swings reflected as such, although their power could be felt in the wind as they passed. If one would happen to connect then he may have something to worry about. Another blow was aimed at his head which he deftly grabbed and redirected into the bar and as he turned back to the other gentleman his cloak flared to show that he had instinctively placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. In that moment when the fear had set in his opponents eyes, when the realization that this was to be his last moment, Xaru faltered. The sudden strong grasp upon his shoulders was his moment of instant regret. Facing his “father-in-law" with the world watching the question was posed to him,

”Ya got any last words boy?”

Staring at the crowd around them and feeling his coin purse with one hand a flash of inspiration struck him…and he didn’t like the idea.

”FREE MONEY FOR EVERYONE!!”

Taking his purse and slamming it to the ground causing the coins within to scatter, Xaru threw his elbow into the man’s stomach and ran out the pub. Now where is that ship he thought

_{Current Time – On the ship}

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As the group introduced themselves to one another Xaru kept to himself favoring silence and observation. They seemed rather capable fighters and certainly better than the company he had left the pub. The one calling herself Knight Captain was scary but the one that caught his attention the most was the gorilla sized woman missing an arm, he would most certainly have to steer clear of her.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Xaru

Name: Xaru Melrom

Appearance: Xaru seems rather unremarkable standing at five feet seven inches and having a normal looking build. His hair is kept in tight short dread locks that he keeps tied up and under the hood of his cloak under normal circumstances. His clothes are quite colorful making it difficult for him to blend into a crowd sporting bright reds, blues and oranges. On the subject of clothes he keeps his clothing loose fitting cotton or silk robes over sail cloth pants tied with a simple leather belt. His boots are a harder leather decorated with some silver buckles and hard soles. He carries with him two scimitar on his hip as well as various pouches full of things he may need at any given moment.
Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Xaru is a pleasant, amicable soul who tries not to see the fault or evil in any soul until they decide to flaunt it before him. He is a clever person who uses his aloof behavior to watch and listen to those around him before he commits to anything. To the untrained eye he comes off as a slow and uneducated foreigner who stumbles through the island’s society with great difficulty, when in actuality he is very much aware the customs of his adopted home enough to play the system and get away with almost anything. As a swordsman he cool.and collected and floats and dances through the battlefield and striking without hesitation to finish a fight.
Class: Commoner

History: The tale of Xaru Melrom is one a people that have no home. Long before his birth the Fathi people were forced from their home country and forced to wander the world with no permanent place to call home. Rather than despair over the loss of their home or waste lives in the pursuit of getting it back, the Fathi chose instead to become nomads and explore the world and discover its riches. Having families gather together in caravans and separated and traveled in different directions with the hope and promise that they would return to the ancient meeting grounds and share stories of their travels. The Melrom caravan saw the great ocean and chose to cross it and see what lie on the other side. They would settle on what they would later understand to be Airi Island and would settle there as their new home.

Many years later Xaru would be born to the caravan leader and would be taught the ways of the sword to defend himself. On one of the many excursions to the other islands it became clear to him that the other kingdoms saw him and his people through a different light. Whenever his people would show up they would receive shifty looks and people would be more guarded against them. This gave Xaru quite the offense and so he grew a dislike for the native people. It wouldn’t be until much later that he would discover that his adoptive home was a haven for criminals and dissidents and the people saw them as the same. With this in mind Xaru took this knowledge and learned the ways of the confidence man, using his foreign status to get what he needed when he needed and didn’t care who he tricked as long as they did not get hurt.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Xaru

Name: Xaru Melrom

Appearance: Xaru seems rather unremarkable standing at five feet seven inches and having a normal looking build. His hair is kept in tight short dread locks that he keeps tied up and under the hood of his cloak under normal circumstances. His clothes are quite colorful making it difficult for him to blend into a crowd sporting bright reds, blues and oranges. On the subject of clothes he keeps his clothing loose fitting cotton or silk robes over sail cloth pants tied with a simple leather belt. His boots are a harder leather decorated with some silver buckles and hard soles. He carries with him two scimitar on his hip as well as various pouches full of things he may need at any given moment.
Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Xaru is a pleasant, amicable soul who tries not to see the fault or evil in any soul until they decide to flaunt it before him. He is a clever person who uses his aloof behavior to watch and listen to those around him before he commits to anything. To the untrained eye he comes off as a slow and uneducated foreigner who stumbles through the island’s society with great difficulty, when in actuality he is very much aware the customs of his adopted home enough to play the system and get away with almost anything. As a swordsman he cool.and collected and floats and dances through the battlefield and striking without hesitation to finish a fight.
Class: Commoner

History: The tale of Xaru Melrom is one a people that have no home. Long before his birth the Fathi people were forced from their home country and forced to wander the world with no permanent place to call home. Rather than despair over the loss of their home or waste lives in the pursuit of getting it back, the Fathi chose instead to become nomads and explore the world and discover its riches. Having families gather together in caravans and separated and traveled in different directions with the hope and promise that they would return to the ancient meeting grounds and share stories of their travels. The Melrom caravan saw the great ocean and chose to cross it and see what lie on the other side. They would settle on what they would later understand to be Airi Island and would settle there as their new home.

Many years later Xaru would be born to the caravan leader and would be taught the ways of the sword to defend himself. On one of the many excursions to the other islands it became clear to him that the other kingdoms saw him and his people through a different light. Whenever his people would show up they would receive shifty looks and people would be more guarded against them. This gave Xaru quite the offense and so he grew a dislike for the native people. It wouldn’t be until much later that he would discover that his adoptive home was a haven for criminals and dissidents and the people saw them as the same. With this in mind Xaru took this knowledge and learned the ways of the confidence man, using his foreign status to get what he needed when he needed and didn’t care who he tricked as long as they did not get hurt.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

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Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

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