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People call me Zamokra, Zamo or Sylas for friends. What can I say about myself? Am a simple bloke in his early twenties trying to find his place in the world. I'm also a practitioner of the arts of drawing, writing, gaming and procrastinating.

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General Asimov certainly had better days, the raggedy clothes, bruise marks and dirty hair and unkempt beard marked as a bit worse for wear. The Dwarven interrogators were not particularly kind to him, they even removed his eye-patch and had it replaced with a filthy, blood-stained, grey rag, twisted and tied around his forehead to mask the ages-old scar that rendered the loss of his eye. Still, there was a fire burning in his one good eye, the same kind that Aleko saw when they first met on the fields of Northspark, a clear sign for the shepherd that this Human General was not broken, even as he stood behind solid iron bars with chains around his wrists and ankles. Asimov rose his gaze the moment the guard opened the door and saw none other than Aleko strode inside, taking a seat right in front of the cell. “Hah. A royal visit, is it? To what do I owe the pleasure of such an honor, your grace?” the same sarcastic tone that Aleko recognized was still present in the General’s voice, particularly when he called the Halfling ‘your grace’, the phrase being pretty much drowned in spite. Aleko’s request was the first time when he saw the General utterly surprised and nearly speechless. “Excuse you?” being the only thing he muttered before the heir stated his question. Asimov rose an eyebrow, unsure of what the purpose behind this was or if Aleko was simply mocking him with a promise of freedom in exchange for an answer to a seemingly random question. Confused, the Human answered shortly with a “Yes? What about it?” but his question remained unanswered as Aleko was visibly bothered by something, shortly thanking the General and taking his leave, leaving Asimov behind with only his confusion for company. The guard overheard everything and attempted to stop Aleko and ask if he was indeed sincere in the idea of releasing the Human General from custody, a rather irritated glare was the only response he received form the heir and the only one he needed.

After striding viciously through the halls and corridors of the Excaliber, Aleko found the Imperial Wizard in the Royal Study, apparently reading what appeared to be a letter. The heir’s sudden appearance made Cyrus nearly jump from surprise “Oh! Ah…Sir. Pardon me. I was not expecting..-“ yet Aleko did not allow him to finish his sentence as he quite literary dragged the old Human into his personal chambers, locking the door behind and proceeding to vent his anger upon it. What followed was the heir pretty much interrogating the wizard. Cyrus became pale as he was assaulted with questions, Aleko reminding him of what he said the first time they met, threatening to turn his back on the whole campaign should the wizard withhold any secrets of import from him. “Sir.. Please. Calm yourself, I never..-“ the Wizard tried to reason with him, but was silenced when Aleko slammed his fist on the table.

"Where. Is. My. Mother! Focus, Cyrus, focus on the truth and tell me!"


Cyrus was visibly shaken, leaning heavily on his staff with one hand. His gaze, momentarily fell on the letter in his hand before quickly returning to Aleko, who noticed this and promptly snatched the paper. “I..I just received it a few minutes before.” The Wizard muttered “..I was…about to inform you..sir. I…I am sorry…” his apology sounded genuine, but it may have fallen on deaf ears as Aleko was busy assimilating the information he just learned from the letter. “When?” was all the heir muttered as he stared blankly at a wall, letting the letter drop from his grasp, gliding down on the fine carpet. “During your skirmish in Northspark…” informed Cyrus, beads of sweat dripping from his brow. The sound of Aleko gritting his teeth was the only thing that broke the silence between the two for a few moments, anger building up inside the shepherd as he learned that the Stainless Empire had taken over the province of Zeiserberg while Aleko was busy storming castle Northspark. The shepherd shouted a curse to no one in particular and turned to face the wizard. His intentions were clear, he wanted to gather troops immediately and mount an invasion on Zeiserberg, to liberate the province and rescue his mother, an approach which Cyrus protested against. “Sir! The Stainless’ forces have a strong foothold and there is yet a safe and feasible way for our troops to access it.” Aleko was about to ignore the old man and storm out when he found himself pulled back by the arm “Sir! I know how you feel but what you are suggesting is folly!” Aleko shook away from the wizard’s grip and stared at him viciously, yet this time Cyrus was not as abashed as he was before, speaking in a calming tone “We must wait and form a plan! Consult with the generals and make preparations. I swear to you, sir, we WILL liberate Zeiserberg from the Stainless and rescue your mother. But now is not the time!

Whether this calmed Aleko or not, Cyrus could not tell, but the heir did change the subject to the first part of his interrogations, the discrepancies between the time of his birth and the time of his presumed father’s death. The Wizard opened his mouth to speak yet changed his mind before uttering a single word and glanced around. In a moment which probably worried Aleko, the old man rose his staff and began chanting some sort of incantation, causing the orb from the head of the staff to glow in a pale, white light. In a few moments, Cyrus slammed the staff on the ground, releasing a wave of pale, thin smoke with a low humming sound, the shepherd feeling pressure on his shoulders and head, yet not at such a degree as to cause him any visual discomfort. It probably took Aleko a few moments to adjust to the new sensation, but when he inspected his surroundings he noticed that all the color in the room was gone. The once vibrant crimson of the carpet and sheets, the dark-red-ish hue of the furniture and even the rays of sunlight from the window, all were now a faded grey. Along with the color, all sound was muted as well, replaced by an eerie dead silence. The only ones not affected by this odd spell appeared to be Cyrus and himself, Aleko not wasting any time and demanding an explanation from the wizard.

Nothing to fear, sir. I only used my magic to create what is commonly known as a ‘Time Bubble“ Cyrus seemed out of breath as he explained “Now we can discuss freely, without the fear of eavesdropping…” He took a deep breath and muttered an “Excuse me..” as he took a seat on a nearby chair. The wizard was visibly strained, as if someone had just dumped a massive weight on his shoulders and tied it to his back, struggling with it. And so it was that in this environment, bereft of color and sound, did the Imperial Wizard confess to the heir of a secret long kept hidden within his complex mind. “When the Demons invaded…” he started, his gaze lowered “…Asmuel Sendrakon, your father, was among the first to meet them in battle. His strength was something to behold, his skills a marvel on themselves and his tactical mind sharpen than any blade made by mortal hands. However, like any other mortal man he had flaws. His pride and overconfidence in his abilities and those of the men and women under his command being the greatest.” The old man paired his hands and took a deep breath. “I remember that day…the day when we made the final push against the last Demonic Gate standing. Call it blind instinct, a wizard’s intuition or the paranoia of an old man, but I….felt something…troubling. I urged the Emperor to postpone his attack and regroup, maybe wait for reinforcements… yet my advice fell on deaf ears, dismissed with a grin as he rode head-first in the midst of a horde of hellspawns.

Cyrus straightened his back, his white eyes meeting Aleko’s blue visage. “We all know the tale. Of how the demons were waiting, preparing an ambush and slaughtered the attacking force along with the Emperor before pushing for the outpost and slaying everyone there…along with his wife and sons. The only survivors being Allister Stormreaver and myself.

But…

His expression darkened…”..That is not the WHOLE truth…

Allister and I were recovering from the battle and decided to search the battle-field, hoping to find any survivors. He discovered the massacred bodies of the royal family. And I? I found our Emperor….alive.

The Wizard noticed the split-second of shock on Aleko’s face as he elaborated.

Yes. This is the truth. The truth that I hid from everyone. I found Asmuel, or rather what was left of him. He suffered horrific injuries, lost an arm, nearly every bone broken or utterly crushed….it was a Gods given miracle he still breathed. It was in that moment that I knew what had to be done… Asmuel was a terrible ruler. A tyrant beyond measure who didn’t shy away from any acts of cruelty. Fear is what he used to keep the people under his heel and no one dared question him without risking his terrible wrath.

Cyrus frowned “No, sir. I did not end his life. In spite of what I said, he was still a Sendrakon and there must ALWAYS be a Sendrakon on the throne of the Avalon Empire. I spirited him away, tended to his wounds until he was stable and after a few years….I sat my plan into motion. Asmuel was the last Sendrakon and the flame of his life was gradually being smothered, with his whole family dead, a new heir had to be produced in order to secure the line of succession.” The Wizard dropped his gaze. “Your mother is an old friend. I knew her since she was but a cub and I still had black in my hair. I am not lying when I say that I had even considered taking her as my apprentice at some point, an unthinkable insult for her parents. With the War of the Three Empires a reality, I called her and revealed to her what I revealed to you just now, and asked for her…help.

I expected refusal. Protests, accusations of treason towards the crown even. All I received was a solemn nod and a gaze of determination. Your father eventually died, having lost the will and strength to live, but not before his…union with your mother. I had her swear an oath of secrecy, towards her friends, her future husband, her family, everyone. Even yourself. We haven’t even spoken since that faithful day. I only received a letter, letting me know when you were born and where I could find you when the time was right.

Cyrus sighed deeply, the sigh of a man who just climbed the highest mountain “And that, sir. Is the truth of it. I apologize for keeping this from you. I always knew you would find out eventually or that I would confess, of course. I had only hopped it were under different circumstances and in less… pressing times.

The old wizard struggled to his feet “I will understand if you decide to no longer be involved sir. But I still believe this is where you belong. In these two weeks you proved to be a better ruler than Asmuel had in his lifetime. The men and women rally to you, the people listen and are swayed by your words. I know you had doubts since the beginning, but I can assure you, there is no one the people would rather follow. I beg of you, take your rightful place and help bring the Empire back to the way it was originally intended to be, a place of peace and prosperity under the guidance of a benevolent ruler. My deception is unforgivable, I know and I apologize for it. Say the word and I shall relinquish my position as Imperial Wizard and disappear into obscurity but please…sir.

The Wizard took a few steps forward, placing his hand on the staff that was floating between them this whole time “…Please, don’t abandon us…

After that he pulled the staff from its suspended levitation, almost instantly brining back color and sound to the world around them. Yet the creaking of the floor beneath them, the gentle noise of the fortress as it drifted among the clouds and the vibrant colors of the richly decorated rooms, all were witnesses to a deep silence as Aleko pondered quietly, assimilating the information he had just received.
A chuckle escaped the general when hearing her old nickname. “Madam Mousy the Undying” she muttered. “I never asked for that...title. There probably was a time when I would have wanted something so…grandiose-sounding. Before I knew the cost…”her chuckle ended with a nod as he gently pulled herself away from Aleko’s grasp “I know…sire. I know not to let my personal feelings get in the way of my duties.” Her tone implied a certain level of sobriety returned to her “However…my past is my burden to bear and I choose how close I keep it. Meaning no disrespect, I cannot simply ‘let go’, at least not yet.” She clenched her fist, tightly enough to hear the popping of her knuckles “Not until I fulfill the vow I made at the grave of my squad…” moments of silence passed as Pepper calmly and steadily walked towards the door, stopping just as she was about to leave “I WILL find that bastard mage general…and avenge my comrades and friends…” for a brief moment Aleko noticed something…unsettling in the general’s eyes just before her gaze dropped out of view as she bowed her head, said a “Good night, sir” and left, closing the door behind her. Leaving Aleko alone to process and chew on the information he had just assimilated.


DAY 9


By the time morning came, the Dwarves were hard at work, mounting the defenses and cleaning up from last night…while the majority of the Anthro soldiers were trying to deal with their hangovers. Aleko even found some of them still passed out in the make-shift dining hall. He met with general Bulkwyn after a while, exchanging formal greetings. She appeared to be her usual self, perhaps hinting to the idea that last night’s conversation should not leave the room, yet it was hard to tell. Regardless, the general informed Aleko that they are simply waiting for general Ironfist to return to the fortress before they could leave. Turns out they didn’t have to wait long as the Dwarven general appeared before them only a couple of hours later. “So, how are our new friends faring so far?” Pepper asked with a smirk, Bojor simply sighing before answering “They’r in tha’ foucking cloud’ nine, wha’ d’you expect?” the sharp response was probably an indication to the fact that the citizens of Northspark were not as ‘thrilled’ as they were yesterday in their change of allegiance. The garrison that General Ironfist left at the town, however ought to be enough to mitigate whatever potential riots or would-be take-overs the people could be planning. If for some reason the Dwarves at the town would find themselves with more on their hands than they could handle, reinforcements could always be summoned from the castle, so there was no worry.

So..You’ two enjoyin’ tha ‘ scenery o’ are we ‘bout ready tha’ leave?” General Ironfist asked while popping his neck from what one would assume would be a stiffness due to a rough night. Once ready, Aleko pulled the Homeward Stone that Pepper gave him at the behest of Cyrus. It seemed that to active it, all Aleko had to do was hold it in hand and simply ‘will it’ that it would take him to the Escalyber. Moreover, the teleportation extended to whomever was in direct contact with him, as determined by the fact that the Emperor found himself transported back to his Royal Study along with generals Bulkwyn and Ironfist whom held on to him. After the trio took a few moments to regain their balance from the spell, Bojor groaned roughly “Hate tha’t shite…” he muttered just before he bowed his head and excused himself with Pepper following suit. Once the two generals left, Aleko found the time to retreat to his quarters and change to some more comfortable wear, finding a large metal plague with many names engraved on it, as per his instructions. Once Aleko was done and left, he met with the Imperial Wizard just outside the study, almost bumping into him as it appeared the old man was going to check on him. Cyrus was smiling “Hello, sir. Welcome back. I heard that your mission was successful.” He removed one hand from gripping his staff and patted Aleko on the back “Congratulations. Not only have we secured a new province under our allegiance but we also captured several enemy troops and even a general of the Old Empire. A sounding victory.” The wizard appeared quite proud of Aleko’s accomplishments, answering only with a simple “News travel fast” when Aleko asked how he came to already know about all this before the heir had the chance to announce it. The Imperial Wizard steeped out of the way and accompanied Aleko for a bit, informing him that the generals Primelyt and Leafdancer have yet to return from their respective missions but one could expect news from them fairly soon.

The whole of the Empire will soon know.” He spoke after a bit of silence, time in which the two entered the Throne Room. “They news are bound to spread like wildfire. Already there were rumors and soon they will be all but confirmed..” the sun bathed the large room, bouncing off the white marble columns and floor, brining out the burning crimson from the drapes and carpet. Cyrus stood in the direction of a beam of sunlight, making his white robes seem all the more immaculate while it gave his gray hair and beard a more silvery hue, half of his face covered in a heavy shade due to the angle when he turned towards the heir, his pale white eyes meeting the sky-blue from Aleko’s .

They will all know. That a true Emperor has finally returned.

Silence settled as the two simply gazed at eachother, their thoughts interrupted by a tug at Aleko’s coat. Scribe eagerly caught their attention and offered Aleko a piece of parchment in which he expressed his relief and joy of having the Emperor back as well as congratulating him on his latest victory. A chuckle escaped Cyrus “We are all glad you have returned, sir. Please take a moment to rest, I doubt there are any particularly important issues that require your attention today, sir.” Aleko then made a request, which apparently has taken the Wizard by surprise. “Your…mother?” Cyrus pondered for a brief moment before giving his answer “Of course…She is welcome here. I will send word and arrange for her to be brought here as soon as possible. I assume she currently lives in one of the provinces from Freedom Isle, no?” his inquiry was confirmed by Aleko, even specifying the particular province where Cyrus should look into. “Understood, sir.” The old man said with a faint smile and a bow of the head. The Wizard then excused himself and left, the tapping of his staff against the floor echoing through the room. However, he stopped in his tracks and turned around “Oh, I almost forgot.” He said stretching his back “You mentioned that you wished to know the general’s and envoy’s motivations for joining and fighting for our cause. That, sir, is something you yourself will have to discuss with them. I will not lie to you, their motivations are not purely ‘patriotic’, yet regardless their aid is greatly appreciated.” His gaze fell for a moment “I shudder to think of what would happen should some of them decide that their personal goals no longer align with ours…Hmmm….” Cyrus dismissed the thought with a wave of the hand after a few brief moments of contemplation “Let us not mention of such…distraughtly possibilities, yes sir?” A rather forced chuckle escaped him at the end, after which he once again excused himself and left.

The rest of the day was rather peaceful and uneventful.


DAY 10


Reports

The province of Northspark was successfully annexed. The troops were filled with confidence after the Emperor secured this victory himself by marching on the field of battle alongside the men and women of the army.

[Military Morale +] [Dwarven Esteem +] [Anthro Esteem +]

Territories : 69/520


Report End

Aleko met with the generals and envoys, receiving their reports. The meeting with the envoys, however, presented a few issues that required his attention. Aleko took his seat at the council table and listened carefuly.

--Marcus Gwynpath—
The Human envoy cleared his throat before he spoke. “Sire. In light of your recent annexation of the province of Northspark, I would like to confirm one thing : from what I hear, the region is rather rich in Mage-Tree forests, yes?” Marcus appeared quite pleased after Aleko gave his confirmation “Wonderful. Their sap will prove rather valuable to us.” In spite of his positivity, some of the envoys did not share in it “Why would this sap be so valuable for us?” Gymor Cloudkeeper asked, most probably speaking for some of the other more skeptical envoys. Marcus paired his gloved hands while answering “The sap has some…interesting properties if used correctly in chemical practices.” The human turned his gaze to Aleko, a smile on his face “Most noteworthy, the researchers from Winterpeak know how to create a particularly potent medical balm from it. Easy to apply and highly effective, it could make the difference between life and death for our troops and give us the edge over the opposition.” The Dwarven envoy nodded approvingly to the answer he received, yet one voice sounded its protest “Pardon my interruption, master Gwynpath, but I happen to know that these…’Mage-Trees’ have been artificially created by some…unnatural magic and rituals by the human mages. Hence the name…” Ludwyn Groverunner had his glowing emerald eyes peering at the Human envoy, who simply confirmed his words with a nod. The Elven envoy turned his attention to Aleko “Sire, these sort of…profane practices are the sort the Emerald Council of Syla’anee highly disapproves of. It is unethical, risky and highly insulting to the natural balance.” His gaze briefly shifted to Marcus before continuing “My apologies, Marcus, but this is my solemn duty. Sire, I humbly request that you give the order to purge the Mage-Tree forests and eradicate them entirely.” Before anyone could answer, Marcus rose from his seat, his palms affixed to the surface of the table “You have no right to make such requests! The forests are on Human territory, far out of the jurisdiction of the Emerald Council.” Ludwyg responded to the protest by simply crossing his arms “True, but they are still a profane act, an artificially created species of trees as a result from your mage’s hubris. It simply cannot be left as it is. If we allow such acts to simply be swept under the rug then what is to stop future sorceress to attempt further…experiments?” His tone turned grave when he spoke “What is to stop them from making a new ‘Burning Field’?” that obviously hit a nerve as Marcus’ expression contorted in a frown “How dare you…” the human obviously wanted to say more yet the conversation was interrupted by a more…inquisitive envoy.

Pardon me, esteemed colleagues. But I believe I can present an alternative to our little conundrum.” Eamon Weissnout was tapping the fingers of his prosthetic arm until this point when he decided to speak up. “Here is a proposition. Master Gwynpath, how about signing the rights over the Mage-Tree forests to the Anthros? Once done, I will send some of my finest workers to harvest both the sap and wood of the trees. The wood will be used for various utilities while we split the harvested sap.” The Elven envoy simply rose an eyebrow in suspicion “How would that be a ‘solution’?” the Anthro responded with a grin “The forests would be harvested to near depletion, a handful of saplings being saved and transported to one of the Anthro provinces where they would be planted and grown in a significantly smaller number.” Before the Elven envoy had a chance to protest, Eamon rose his mechanical hand to stop him and continued “I know, I know. That does not sound satisfactory seeing as the Mage-Trees would not be FULLY purged, but even you, master Groverunner, surely understand the importance of the resource which is their sap. Particularly in these troubling times of war that we find ourselves in at the present.” The Elven envoy was silent and appeared to actually consider the proposal. “Master Groverunner…” the Anthro removed his top-hat with his organic arm and placed it over his chest in a flamboyant fashion “You have my word, as an entrepreneur, a fellow diplomat and as a gentleman, that once the war is over and we are victorious, I will personally see to it that the remainder of the Mage-Trees will be permanently destroyed. But only then, when their usefulness has been outlived.” His attention turned to the Human envoy who was still standing up “IF you agree to this proposal and share this resource, ofcourse. What say you, master Gwynpath?” The Human envoy responded with a question “Why would you be so interested in the sap? Surely the Anthro researchers cannot actually find a proper use for it, no?” the question appeared to please the Anthro, who smirked and placed the top-hat back on his head as he answered “Quite the contrary! Trades with the Mage-Tree sap have been made in the past between our fair nations and we found a use for it. Albeit not as…humanitarian as the one you are proposing..

The Human envoy narrowed his gaze and sat down as Eamon elaborated “The Anthro researchers have discovered how to produce a rather powerful sedative in the form of a dense gas. Strong enough render a person unconscious in mere minutes. If you agree to the proposal and share the sap, your people can work on making the medical balms for our troops, while my people will work on creating special ‘gass-bombs’ for our enemies.” The Anthro concluded rather proudly, silence settling itself for a few moments while the rest of the envoys and the heir assimilated the information. Finally, the Dwarven envoy spoke “The creation of this…weapon sounds rather ghastly. Won’t the people look down on us for creating such….ummm…means of slaying?” the Anthro simply shook his head “The gas does not actually kill. Remember, I said it was a SEDATIVE. Those who inhale it will simply loose consciousness for the better part of the day in mere minutes.” After Eamon’s answer, Ethel Shroudmyr addressed the Dwarven envoy “It may be ghastly but it Is also highly effective. The people will always fear what needs to be done during war-times, sometimes that is a casualty which simply cannot be avoided” This made the Dwarf stroke his beard in contemplation and respond with a meek “Perhaps…” before the Dark Elven envoy turned her mismatched gaze to Aleko “In the end it is your grace who has the final word. Considering everything that has been discussed here, what are your opinions, sire?” The envoys all feel silent and their attentions were set on Aleko, waiting for his conclusion.”

---Gymor Cloudkeeper---
The Dwarven envoy started by addressing Aleko “Sire, I am afraid I have some…problematic news regarding one of our provinces in the Dwarven Lands. The small farms and villages close to the feet of the local mountain site have reported that their animal livestock, harvest and even some of the villages have been missing. Naturally, a military team has been dispatched to investigate this occurrence and the reports we received were….troubling.” Gymor paused for a moment, adjusting his position on his seat before continuing “The squad, that is to say those who survived, have reported that the disappearances as well as the slaying of their comrades was the work of the local Arctic Trolls whom have grown increasingly aggressive for some reason. Needless to say, if left unchecked this problem could grow drastically, we already have enough to worry about with the Old and Stainless Empire.” Marcus Gwynpath reached for his glass of wine as he spoke “I assume you already have come up with a solution, no?” The Dwarf nodded “Indeed. As unfortunate as it may be, I am afraid I must request that we fund an extermination force to engage and eliminate the Arctic Trolls from the province entirely before they cause any more harm or, Gods forbid, spread to other places.” A loud tap on the table was heard as Ludwyg protested “I am afraid I must protest to the idea, master Couldkeeper. The Arctic Trolls are dangerous yes, but they are not openly aggressive...” the Elf’s gaze upon Gymor narrowed “..unless someone has been trespassing on their territory.” The Dwarf didn’t take kindly to what Ludwyg said “What do you mean, master Groverunner?” ; “What I mean is that, like most Dwarves, the people from your province have expanded to far and to greedily, thus disturbing the natural home of these beasts and incurring their wrath.” The Elven envoy turned to Aleko “Sire, may I propose a counteroffer? The funds that would be used for the Troll’s extermination, I would like to invest it in creating a secure, protected habitat where none would disturb them and thus they will leave us in peace.” Gymor leaned over the table “And where would this habitat be exactly?” ; “Their original territory within the province, of course.” The Dwarf shook his head and waved his free hand in a dismissive manner “No, that is unacceptable. It would mean that the local farmlands would have to be razed and people would loose their homes, not to mention we would loose valuable resources that we desperately need !” at the Dwarven envoy’s protest, Ludwyg rose from his seat “They were not supposed to be there in the first place! If you invade the territory and home of a wild animal, ofcourse they would be aggressive and retaliate, be them Arctic Trolls, wolves or otherwise. Your proposal is to invest resources in the extermination of an endangered species after intruding on their territory ! THAT is unacceptable, Gymor.

The conversation was interrupted by Marcus, who addressed the Dwarven envoy “Gymor, your people have successfully tamed one wild species from your homeland, the great bears that you now use for the Dwarven cavalry. Could it not be possible to do the same with the Trolls?” To that question, the Dwarf chuckled “You have clearly never encountered an Arctic Troll before, have you master Gwynpath? No, they are far to wild and aggressive for even the most skilled trainer to tame. I dare say that even the Dark Elven Beastmasters would find it a lost cause” A sigh escaped the old Dwarf “No, there is but one solution. The Arctic Trolls must be eliminated before the situation gets out of hand. We simply cannot risk letting them loose or afford to loose our settlements in the area.” Ludwyg Groverunner sat down and crossed his arms, his gaze shifting to Aleko “What do you believe is the best course of action, sire?

Once the issues have been resoled and the orders given, Aleko had the rest of the day to himself. Upon inquiring to the Imperial Wizard about yesterday’s request, Cyrus informed him that he only recently sent word to the Anthro province, expecting a response sometime in the next 2-3 days along with news from generals Primelyt and Leafdancer about their respective missions.

Sometime during the day, Aleko was approached by Annastasya Wayfinder in the Royal Study, appearing from a teleportation spell and her notebook in hand, as per usual. “Your grace…Oh…” She stopped as if realizing she had just done something wrong.”I should stop simply dropping by like this and actually knock from now on… right? My apologies, I will remember that from now on..” she bowed apologetically and then resumed to deliver her report, flipping through her notebook and showing Aleko a page filled with some statistics along with several green ‘check-marks’ next to most of them “While you were on the field in the province of Northspark, we docked in a disclosed location and fully resupplied the fortress. I doubt we will need to restock again in at least 4 or 5 weeks.” After delivering her report she closed her notebook and concluded with “Sire, Gudwyn Earthward has also requested your presence at the Research Chamber. He did not mention the exact reason though…” with that, Anny bowed her head and took her leave, this time walking out the door of the Royal Study before teleporting away.

When Aleko had the time, he paid a visit to the Research Chamber, where he found the Dwarf Gudwyn Earthward tinkering over something on one of the large tables heavy with various mechanical parts and odd trinkets. Right next to him was Reginal Silvertail, the chief engineer appearing a bit out-of-place. Aleko was greeted by Gudwyn’s assistant, the lizardman T’chun whom invited him inside and announced his presence as they approached the Dwarf and Anthro. “Master Earthward, Mister Silvertail. His grace has arrived.” The two turned around and the Dwarf proceeded to enthusiastically shake the heir’s hand “Ah, sire. Thankyou for visiting on such short notice. I apologize if I interrupt any affairs but we have some exciting news!” The Dwarf appeared quite ecstatic, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses of his spectacles while a smile was present on his face. He ushered Aleko to the work-table next to Reginal, who simply waved a hello as form of greeting. On the table was a peculiar device, a small wooden box about the size of one’s palm with many metallic studs on the side that seem to be connected by thin wires of multiple colors. On the back-side of the box, one could notice what appeared to be a small, flat, metallic spheroid engraved with various odd symbols, an electrical tingle passing through Aleko’s finger on contact. On the front side of the box was a hole, almost as large as the side itself. Inside one could see various tiny mechanical parts moving while thin surges of blue and purple were dancing between them. Aleko judged that these lights were most probably magical in origin. All in all, however, the box simply appeared odd and not impressive, the heir not capable of seeing why the researcher was so excited to present this to him. Upon inquiring for an explanation, Gudwyn produced a second box from nearby and explained that he and Reginal had been working this device for quite some time, even before Aleko was discovered by the Imperial Wizard. After a brief explanation of how Gudwyn made use of his scientific knowledge and worked together with Reginal’s engineering and mystical practices, the Dwarf rushed to the other side of the room, leaving a confused Aleko behind. All of a sudden, his voice could be heard “With our combined methods, we managed to create this marvelous device!” the voice was clearly Gudwyn’s but he was to far away for it to be heard so clearly. Aleko suddenly realized that the source of the voice came not from the far-away Dwarf but from the box he held in his had.

Upon noticing that the heir realized the function of the device, the Dwarf rushed back to him, pride shining in his tiny eyes. “Amazing, isn’t it!?” He called out, his voice echoing throughout the Research Chamber “We have successfully created a device that will allow long-distance communication! It is basically an enchanted object that one-hundred percent imitates the ‘Whisper’ spell that mages use to communicate between themselves.” The Dwarf raised his index finger, as if to point out an exception “BUT, this can be used by virtually anyone, be them gifted with magic or not. Isn’t it marvelous!?” The Dwarf placed both boxes back on the work-table and pulled Reginal by the arm closer “I could never have done this without the assistance of mister Silvertail. He came up with the intricate connections between the mechanics and the magical enchantments. A brilliant young man, if I ever saw one.” Reginal simply sighed deeply and shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his beige work-trousers while his tiered gaze avoided looking directly at Aleko. To his lack of enthusiasm, Gudwyn simply let out a short, loud laugh “And modest to boot! Hah!” After the Dwarf calmed his excitement, he proceeded to inquire something from Aleko “So..sire. This device could prove invaluable to our cause. Imagine, being able to communicate orders and reports between a commanding general and a far-away force. Not to mention the many other non-military benefits for the common folk once the war is over!” the Dwarf paired his hands together “ I would humbly ask your grace to allow the funding of this project, so we may perfect this device and mass-produce it. We promise you sire, you will not regret this!” To show his support, Reginal simply pulled one hand from his pocket and displayed a thumbs-up towards Aleko. The decision is ultimately his, after all, no doubt this device could prove highly useful yet funding it will also be quite costly. Aleko had to think if it was truly worth it.

After this issue was resolved, Aleko was able to enjoy a peaceful evening.

A visit to the library yielded something…odd. Aleko enjoyed an evening of light reading in the solitary and peaceful Royal Library, loosing track of time until he noticed it was dark outside, the light of the pale moon obscured by a dense wall of dark clouds. Once the heir closed the book he was currently reading and placed it back in its proper place, he noticed yet another book on the desk where he stood just a few moments ago. He was pretty sure that this book was not there earlier when he started reading, though perhaps he may have simply been inattentive. This tome was, however, different from the rest of the books on the shelves, for one it appeared quite uncared for, its corners dusty and worn and its cover looking rather raggedy, as if someone may have used it as a make-shift weapon. The cover of the tome was thick and leathery, of a faded black color with many cracks here and there, most probably due to age. The pages inside had a faded color and oddly enough, the vast majority of them were blank, save for the stains of decay smudging each and every page. The pages that weren’t blank, displayed nothing but a series of badly-drawn scribbles in varying types of ink. Upon inspection, Aleko saw that there was no title to be found or a name of an author or anything. The only thing that the cover displayed was a crimson symbol sprawled across, the very same that could be found in the scribbled pages inside. A most peculiar book. Aleko decided to simply leave it there…however…just before he could exit the room, he was suddenly overcame with a feeling that perhaps there was more to this tome than met the eye. Perhaps it was morbid curiosity, genuine fascination or something else entirely, but ultimately, Aleko decided to take the tome and bring it back to his personal chambers, deciding that he would study it for anything whenever he felt like it.

The heir had trouble sleeping in that night. Not because of yet another nightmare but simply because he felt quite uncomfortable no matter how he stood in his bed. Every position felt…wrong, his limbs would feel numb if he leaned on them, his back hurt if he stood on it, his air would be cut-short if he lay on his stomach and no matter how much he tried, the blanket would be too warm yet it was too cold without it, there was always something or another bothering him, finding himself waking up in discomfort mere minutes after being able to doze off.


DAY 11

Due to his trouble sleeping, Aleko felt rather lethargic this day. Thankfuly, there was nothing particularly important that required his immediate attention, the day being peaceful. The Imperial Wizard delivered a few reports, finally receiving news from the generals on their missions. Apparently, general Primelyt has managed to secure the allegiance of Whealbee without any trouble. The forces at their fortress surrendered after a few days when they realized that the general’s troops could simply starve them out by waiting and impending any resources or messages for help. Once the fortress fell, the town followed suit, the mayor capitulating and pledging the province’s allegiance to the New Empire without so much as a spar between their respective forces. Duncan also reported that he will return to the Escalyber in the next 2-3 days and apologizes for the delay.

General Leafdancer’s report was not as happy. The Elf’s intuition was apparently correct, the Stainless Empire had indeed prepared an ambush for their forces. Luckily, by following Aleko’s instructions, the general and his forces managed to successfully repel the attack, albeit suffering some heavy casualties. More importantly, the people of Graw’aa were truthful in their intention of joining the New Empire, mounting a rebellion in the town the moment the Stainless ‘troops engaged the general’s. Marteen reports that although the suffered casualties, the Stainless suffered more by not only failing in their ambush but also loosing the province itself. He regrets to inform that they were unable to capture the enemy general in charge of the ambush, however. His return is to be expected sometime this week, though he did not give a precise time.

There was still no report from the Anthro province where Aleko’s mother lives. The Imperial Wizard assures the heir that it is still too soon to expect a response, considering the distance and the current state of the land.
The people are also well and truly aware now that the war was never over. It is official, the War of the Three Empires has resumed from its ‘pause’ and Aleko ought to be more careful from now on and expect the Old and Stainless Empires to make their own moves sooner or later.

Studying the odd tome would yield no results today. Aleko being completely unable to make heads-or-tails of the erratic scribbling and simply being unable to fathom why the gross majority of the pages were completely blank. Was he missing something? At the very least, he was able to sleep properly tonight, probably due to his tiered body giving up once he lay on the bed.


DAY 12


Reports


The provinces of Whealbee(Human Kingdom ; Eagleblade) and Graw’aa(Elven Lands) were successfully annexed. The peaceful victory at Whealbee has brought relief to the common folk, perhaps there are indeed ways to end this war without all-out bloodshed. The victory at Graw’aa is another step in the right direction for the campaign, yet the heavy losses dishearten the troops.

[Human Esteem +] [Elven Esteem +] [Population Morale +] [Military Morale - ]

Territories : 71/520

The nations are now fully aware of the existence of Aleko Sendrakon, the heir to the Imperial Throne. However, the vast majority don’t know what to make of this. Some doubt of his chances for success, other believe that maybe he is the beginning to an end to this war but are not particularly confident in him. Many have never heard of him outside of rumor, there being only speculations about what type of person he may be. More importantly, the common folk are more worried about their daily lives being affected by the resuming of the war. The military troops themselves do not relish the idea of an all-out combat once again against potential former comrades in days long past.

[Population Morale - ] [Military Morale - ]

Report End

Another day just as peaceful and uneventful as the one before. The generals are already planning their next military steps, staying on the defensive for now and observing the potential movements of the other two Empires. The envoys had no immediate issues to discuss, as such the meeting was quite brief. Perhaps this day was a chance for Aleko to interact with some of the envoys and generals outside of ‘business hours’.

He received two letters today.

One was a report from a Dwarven captain from Paletower. Requesting permission to transport a ‘special prisoner’ to the Escalyber on the morrow.

The second letter addressed to him bore a seal made of blue wax. Upon breaking the seal, Aleko could read the contents, the calligraphy being quite exquisite.

“Greetings to Aleko Farland Sendrakon, first of his name and leader of the New Empire faction.
I write this letter in acknowledgement to your recent victory over the province of Northspark. While some may declare it an ‘underhanded’ approach, I personally feel obligated to praise your resourcefulness and courage for marching on the filed alongside the soldiers under your command. It has come to my attention that during this skirmish, you have successfully captured a general of the New Empire and are holding him prisoner. I hereby humbly request that you release the aforementioned general, Asimov Dunngard, from your custody, without any further deterioration to his body, mind and spirit. In exchange, a generous ransom will be offered along with my personal gratitude and acknowledgement of your honor. I shall be awaiting your response.
Signed, Ser Allister Stormreaver. Leader of the Old Empire faction”


A signature as well as a second seal could be seen on the bottom right corner of the letter, confirming its authenticity.


DAY 13

Aleko received a report today, stating that general Duncan Primelyt will be returning to the Escalyber and should be on board sometime this afternoon. General Leafdancer has yet to announce his return.

There was still no response from the Anthro province or Aleko’s mother. Was it still to early to expect one?

Cyrus also announced Aleko that a small squadron of Dwarven soldiers have delivered a prisoner to the Escalyber. The report stated that they interrogated the man but were unable to learn anything of import no matter the methods applied. The prisoner was transported and placed in a holding cell within the Escalyber, Aleko being able to visit at his leisure.
Name
Reynald Vox

Age
29

Gender
Male

Appearance

1,82m tall. Mid length dark brown hair parted slightly off the center. A light stubble, testimony to a number of sleepless nights along with the bags around his jet black eyes and a slight gaunt of his cheeks. Sharp facial features. A slim, light scar just under his right eye reaching midway down his cheek.

Personality
Loyal and dedicated to his beliefs, Reynald is the sort some would describe as a “warrior of faith”, ready and eager to do God’s work spreading the light across the world. His deep beliefs have, however, made him rather close-minded, feeling a hint of discomfort in the back of his mind when having to meddle with the unfaithful. While he personally would consider such individuals an affront, he has learned to keep his thoughts to himself, so long as they ultimately assist in the greater goal he is willing to overlook such slights in an ‘ends excuse the means’ sort of way. In spite of any shortcomings, he is a man of honor, giving respect where its due and lending a helping hand where is needed. Most of the time he is quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself and only speaking when he has something to say. His sense of humor is quite low, actually finding it distasteful when overhearing other people joke about certain subjects, even insulting to the point of anger should they make japes about his beliefs.

Class
Crusader

Gear
A Crusader’s armor, consisting of strong plate-mail with a dark blue, worn surcoat over it. Light platings on the shoulders, strong reinforced leather gloves and boots, black leather trousers and a solid closed helmet. Attached to his belt is a small traveling pack where he keeps his scrolls of the holy scriptures up handy.


A standard issue claymore which he wields with both hands.


A few scrolls of the holy scriptures which he can use to wield the holy magic taught to all Crusaders.

Proficiency
Reynald is a warrior, fighting his foes head on with sword in hand. His skill and strength only matched by his devotion to God. Other than sheer combat prowess, Reynald can also make use of a bit of magic, with the holy scriptures he keeps at all time, to deliver holy justice upon the wicked and unholy rather than heal wounds or bolster one's strength.

Traits
Unwavering – Reynald’s deep faith in the Almighty keeps him strong and fighting even in the darkest of situations.

Flaws
God Fearing – Reynald has rejected the simple and sinful pleasures of the world, finding solace only in prayer and contemplation.
Blind Faith – Reynald will look down upon those who do not accept God in their hearts and will refrain from interacting with the sinful when possible.

Emotional Response
When the situation is most dire and all hope seems to fade, Reynald is convinced that this must be a punishment and test from God, thus he will become all the more determined to continue fighting even if a wiser man would flee. Furthermore he will expect no less from his comrades and thus he will be prone to becoming more abusive of them, especially the non-believers whose unfaithfulness he may ultimately blame for their predicament.

Excerpt
“Sometimes I feel as if God has sent Father Esteban on this world with the sole purpose of testing me. First he denies me to accompany our brothers and sisters on their pilgrimage across the countryside to bring Light to the wicked, then he commands me to play caretaker to the new recruits during their instruction and now he denies my request to stand in tonight’s vigil. I understand why he may think less of me, simply because I have chosen this path at a younger age than most, but I am every bit as capable as any of my brothers, if not better ! But no, such thoughts have no place in the mind of a warrior of God. Whatever the Almighty may have planned for me, I must trust in His design.”

.....

“Today Father Esteban has asked me and a few of my brothers to wait for his arrival just outside of the abbey rather than participate on tonight’s prayers. What could be so important that we have to skip our communion with God?”

.....

“Today, is a glorious day. The vile Necromancer plaguing the countryside has fallen to my blade and the Holy Light of God ! Yet instead of celebrating we must mourn our fallen brothers, including Father Esteban. May God rest their souls and welcome them in His embrace. “

.....

“Its been years since a single Undead has been seen, yet there is no shortage of the wicked prowling on the innocent. The Order has become thinned lately… Father Esteban may have been strict and sometimes one could question his judgments, yet he kept the Order true and stable. I know it is unbecoming to think so, but Father Jaston’s guidance may very well be what has brought the Order in such a state. May God forgive my brashness, but something must be done! “

.....

“A quiet day today…too quiet. I’ve counted half a dozen youths in the training ground this morning. I can’t recall when was the last time the Order had so few new recruits. What has happened? Did the people’s faith waver? Do they think that since the vile shadow, that has been haunting their sleepless nights, has been vanquished that the Order is no longer needed? They are wrong ! Don’t they know that God’s work is never done? Not until all corners of the world sing His praises and all the wicked and defiled have been cast back into the void from whence they came ! “

.....

“We received a call for help today. It seems the heir of a distant land has returned after his ancestor brought ruin and evil upon it and now is enlisting the aid of whomever is willing in aiding to vanquishing this evil. This must be a sign ! A sign from God Himself, telling me where to go and where I am needed. Father Jatson seemed more interested in the potential reward promised, rather disgraceful for a servant of the Light but at very least he didn’t object to myself and a few of my brothers volunteering to heed the call. We pack our bags tonight and will travel at first light. May God guide our path”

.....

“The Weaverstar Estate, it is called. A ruin of a land, quite the dramatic change in the last few years from what it once was as I understand it, if some of the locals can be trusted. My brothers and I were not the only ones to answer the call it seems, though I question both the motives and the character of most of these….mercenaries. Regardless, if they can ultimately help in fulfilling God’s wish, even without the exact intent, it may be all for the better. We have yet to meet with the lord in person, only with the caretaker who gave us nothing more than a brief welcome and a vague idea of what we will possibly be confronting. My brothers are a little nervous and I admit, even I am. Whatever this evil we are confronting is, it must command great strength if it reduced a once proud land and noble house to such…ruin. In the end we will prevail though. We are the warriors of God ! With His guidance by our side, we cannot fail !”

.....

“A week has passed since we first arrived here and it feels like we haven’t managed to make any progress in cleansing this land. The evil here has a strong grip, I have fought more vile Undead in this one week here than in all my years at the abbey ! I don’t know what this lord’s ancestor did to bring his home in such a state, but it must have been something of the vilest of kinds. How else could something so dire happen?”

.....

“Another group of hired-swords have been declared fallen. If this keeps up it won’t be long until only my brothers and I are all that’s left…”

.....

“Brother Nikko has succumbed to his disease. May God welcome his soul in His embrace.”

.....

“I can’t believe what is happening ! What on Earth are we fighting against ?! It feels like the more we slay the stronger they become ! We have been battling against the wicked and corrupt for nearly a month now, day and night with no hint to them wavering. When will it end ?! “

.....

“I… I am alone now. I had a bad feeling since I woke up yesterday and was waiting for the caretaker to tells us today’s assignment. It sounded simple enough, explore the underground tunnels and map it out for further expeditions, nothing we haven’t done before. We thought we were ready, we thought we were well prepared for anything…but we were wrong ! Sister Tharta sacrificed herself so Brother Eugene and myself would escape…we made it, barely. And now…. I woke up this morning to find that Brother Eugene had lost himself to despair. It seemed he would rather take his own life, an offense to God, than venture in the dark depths bellow once again. May God grant them rest and forgive them for all their transgressions in life. And may He grant me strength necessary to push on…”

.....

“It looks like another group of would-be adventurers have heard the need for aid from here. Let’s hope they are well prepared for the horrors they are about to face..if one can ever be.”
DARKEST OF TIMES

a 'Darkest Dungeon' themed RP

INTRODUCTION

Those of you who are unfamiliar with the game “Darkest Dungeon” by Red Hook Games, I highly recommend you check it out, available on Steam and GOG.

Note: While you don't NEED to be intimately familiar with the game to participate in the RP, some semblance of knowledge regarding it is highly preferable.

The Plot


It’s been nearly 2 months since the heir of the land has returned to claim what is his and started this campaign to purge the evil inflicted upon his home by the blind and mad ambitions of his ancestor. In this time, word has spread of his call for help, promises of bountiful rewards, great glories and a sense of duty have attracted many brave men and women ready to stand against the evil that plagues this once proud and illustrious estate. In time, the small hamlet that serves as a base of operation for all these would-be heroes, has slowly seen activity restored with uneasy trading routes bringing in merchants with ample supplies at profitable prices, people who once owned a respectable establishment returning in hopes of brining their broken business back on its feet and sturdy work-force willing to help bring the estate to its once former glory brick by brick….all for a price, of course. Purging the evil that plagues this land is no easy task in any way, many have died or simply fled with terror in their hearts, until only very few remained, their spirit scared by the horrors they have witnessed and somehow survived, still pressing on to this maddening task for one reason or another. The lord himself seldom if ever shows himself to the people in his service, staying behind the locked doors of a modest building which once served as a guest house back in the days of yore, now taking the place of the venerable mansion that stood proudly atop the moor. The caretaker and a personal servant being the only ones allowed inside, one reporting the progress of the campaign, fetching new instructions and the details to new assignments which he will later pass along to those who came here seeking fortune and glory, while the other brings the lord his meals and takes care of more domestic matters. It’s been nearly 2 months and a bit of progress has been made, yet the corruption still has a tight gtip and almost all who were willing to venture out and confront it have either perished or gone mad, few still remaining. Today, the stagecoach has returned after a long expedition, brining in fresh new blood who have enlisted themselves to this task. Whether it be for fortune, glory or other reasons, they will soon be fighting for their survival and sanity as they thread through the blackened corridors and battle against the nightmarish creatures that lurk deep within….the Darkest Dungeon.


Rules


The standard High-Casual rules apply.
  • Be respectful, be understanding
  • Have decent grammar
  • Have a decent post size + rate
  • Gore and profanity is present but to be kept under reasonable control
  • No sudden vanishing without a heads-up
  • Be creative and have fun :)


General Information


Plot summary
You are one of those who have heard the call for help from the Weaverstar Estate and its returned lord, deciding to enlist along with others to help fight against the evil that has plagued the once noble land. Your reasons for doing this are your own, yet you are not alone and soon enough you will have to rely on these strangers to fight by your side and ensure survival as well as sanity of mind.

This is a dungeon-crawler style RP, where our heroes will be wandering through dark corridors in search for both treasures as well as the source of the darkness that grips and corrupts the land. However, our heroes are not the stalwart and unshakeable sort from High-Fantasy, they are more human and are affected both physically and psychologically by the horrors they face. Team-work is key, for a lone adventurer will soon find himself in an early grave after being overrun by what lurks deep beneath.

Terrifying creatures, dark halls and rooms with but a flickering torch guiding the way, limited supplies and the different quirks and flaws of each character, all will have an impact on our party and the odds of success for each expedition.

Post order

There is no particular order of posts yet I will assume all of you will be understandable enough not to spam 3+ posts while other barely got one through. My posts will consist in both a ‘regular’ post of my character as well as the environment and narration of the story which will react to your decisions.

Combat

When dealing with battle, rather than ‘godmodding’, describe your character’s actions, his intentions and the expected outcome.
Example : “Reynald rushes forward, swinging his mighty blade at the foul creature and hacking it in two.” Vs. “Reynald rushes forward, with a tight grip on his sword he raises the blade up taking a swing at the foul creature with the intent of hacking it in two.

See the diference?

Think of it like playing a Dungeons & Dragons game, where every outcome to a certain action is determined by the roll of the dice, just in this case I as the GM will play the role of the dice.

Warning : Expect things to go pretty badly for everyone ;)

The Hamlet
The Hamlet is our base of operations, our home-away-from-home. When not venturing in the dark and fighting eldritch horrors, your characters will be stationed here where they can take some time-off and prepare for the next expedition. In the Hamlet one may find some key-locations of interest:

The Abbey - A cathedral where one may find solace and sanctuary for silent contemplation or prayer. Those dedicated enough may even volunteer for flagellation, cleansing their body of sin by way of shedding blood.

The Tavern - A place where one may find strong drink, daring wages and comley companions. Whether you want to enjoy a cold pint, engage in a game of chance or pay for a room in the annexed Brothel, all are welcome.

The Blacksmith - A place where the tools of war are forged. The Blacksmith is your destination for new arms and armor as well as repairing or improving existing ones.

The Guild - A place where experienced warriors and scholars gather and share their knowledge. Every master started as a lowly student and in this place, one is guaranteed to find someone who may be able to improve one's skills and teach new tricks.

The Sanitarium - A place where dubious methodologies and practices may improve your lifestyle. If one should find themselves unable to cope with their flaws any longer, the specialists in this residence will be more than eager to aid in one's reeducation.

The Survivalist - A place at the edge of the Hamlet, where a mysterious woman may teach one how to better survive in the wild, provided they can afford her steep fee.

The Nomad Wagon - A place where one can find trinkets and oddities from the furthest corners of the world. Just don't expect the prices to be particularly generous.

The Graveyard - A place where the fallen are laid to rest and one may visit and honor their memories.

Word in advance for Creating a Character

Each character is unique from the other, each has its own personality and just like in real life, you are not always guaranteed to get along with everyone else. The traits and quirks of your character will have an impact upon their relationship with other characters, events that may happen and the environment itself. An alcoholic warrior would most likely be with a bottle in hand when wanting to relief some of the stress rather than trying to find contemplation in prayer, he may also not see eye to eye with another character who has sworn off liquor for whatever reason. Events and experiences may also alter your character’s personality, adding new quirks, changing existing or both. A long night of unanswered prayers may change the character’s religious beliefs ; a confrontation gone bad with an Undead may have made the character more fearful of their kind, thus reducing his prowess against them in the future ; a night of revelry at the tavern may have made a character addicted to drinks; I encourage you to be as creative as you can :)

Note on “Emotional Response” : When the stress of the task becomes to much and your character reaches their breaking point, they may react strongly to the situation. An ‘emotional response’ will affect both the character’s behavior to some degree as well as those around him. A character crippled with fear and terror may occasionally freeze in combat from the sheer horror that they confront and their frantic babbling may affect the rest of their party, for example. Again, be as creative as you will.





If you have any questions, feel free to address them, no matter how small or complex. Ask and I will answer as best I can.


Roster

Reynald Vox - {Zamokra41}
Disbelief and worry were present on the faces of all citizens surrounding the center of town, more slowly and gingerly emerging from the safety of their homes as Aleko spoke, all curious about this turn of events since one major decision will affect their general futures, right here right now. The mayor was listening intently, visibly shaking just a bit, whether it was due to anxiety or the cold air was difficult to determine. Once the heir finished his speech, the people around started to whisper and murmur, inaudible discussions, each apparently having their own opinions upon the matter. The mayor however was silent, his worried visage gazing around at all the people gathered and the soldiers around, his hands continuously rubbing eachother in an attempt to keep warm. It took some long moments of contemplation but in the end the purple-clad mayor approached Aleko, his hunched posture making him seem shorter than he actually is. “So it is true…” he murmured “…there truly IS an heir. And the fortress has fallen…even general Dunngard surrendered… ” Once more he gazed around himself, the whispers of the crown falling silent and all eyes falling on the poor man. Beads of sweat tickled down his brow as he turned his attention to Aleko and announced, louder this time so that all present may hear “I am in a position where I must think for the better of the town and the citizens.” Puffs of stream flew from his mouth “If what you promised will come to fruition. If you truly mean for the people of this town to be able and live their lives and be spared the…ravages of war.” The mayor paused for a moment, dropping his gaze at Aleko’s feet “..Then we shall pledge our allegiance to you and the New Empire and recognize your authority…” the gaunt man paused once more, dropping to one knee and finishing his sentence with “…My lord.

The palpable tension in the air was diffused mere moments after the mayor bent the knee, the crowd of people and the soldiers around following suit…yet it should be noted that they didn’t do this with joy or happiness. Some even voiced their resentment, refusing to kneel and call out to the mayor and the heir. ‘Coward; Liar; Traitor; Cur; were some of the words thrown among other complains regarding loyalty and honesty. “Quiet!” the mayor snapped at handful of protesters, waving his hand in their direction, signaling a few of the Spearmen to apprehend the rabble and removing them from the scene. “Apologies, sire. They don’t know what they’re saying….” The mayor said to Aleko, hoping that this slight won’t motivate him into some kind of punishing action. Regardless of the general sentiment of the town, one fact remained perfectly clear at the end of the day…

The province of Northspark was now under New Empire control.

Aleko, general Bulkwyn and the rest of the troops returned as quickly as they could back to the fortress, gazing behind him Aleko could already see the New Empire crimson fluttering in the wind and hanging from the guard-towers of the town, officially declaring their new-found allegiance. Once they arrived back at the fortress and brought the news to general Ironfist, the dwarf was visibly pleased “Har har!” he bellowed “With this ‘ere combined outpost o’ Northspark an’ Paletower, it gon’be much easier to bring me’ forces on future assaults on this ‘ere ‘Kindom o’ tha’ North’. Har!” the stout Dwarf delivered a single, solid pat on Aleko’s lower back “Maybe ther’be some emperor in ye’ afterall, lad. But don’ let it get to ye’r head!” General Ironfist then proceeded to let out a rather loud whistle, calling the attention of the gross majority of the Dwarven soldiers under his command, declaring that he will depart with a handful of his men to station at the town itself “Insurance…” he said with a toothy grin “Just makin’ sure ou’ new ‘friends’ will behave and be good’ol lads an’ lasses.” He clarified and then mounted his great war-bear, declaring that they will meet back at the Escalyber later.

The rest of the evening was spent in celebration at the fortress. Dwarves and Anthros sharing strong drink, food and song. The Dark Elven Vanguards did not stay, congratulating Aleko on the victory and then asking for permission to return to their own personal headquarters shortly before the celebrations started. The otherwise dull dining hall of the fortress was now lively with song and feast that lasted till late in the night, Dwarves and Anthros celebrating however they saw fit by swapping and singing traditional songs, sometimes sung in their native languages, dancing and cheering, feasting on whatever foods they had available and some even engaged in drinking games, though the Dwarves had the advantage there for obvious reasons. Aleko was seated at the head of a large table, the sort of place usually reserved for the lord of a castle, appropriate considering he actually is the emperor and also lead this mission which brought the very victory they are celebrating. “A toast!” Pepper’s voice resounded throughout the hall, surprisingly louder than the whole cacophony of noises made by the cheering and singing of the merry soldiers. “To our Emperor!” she bellowed once more as soon as the singing and cheering drowned down a bit and she had the attention of all Dwarves and Anthros, continuing while standing atop one of the tables nearby with a simple iron mug in hand, dressed her combat uniform but without the weapons, helmet or even the plating components. “To Aleko Farland Sendrakon the First! Also known as ‘Frosty’!” a rather loud chuckle escaped her at the end, accompanied by the merry laughter that sounded all around followed by a loud would-be-unison cheer.

To Emperor Frosty! Long may he reign!

Some may consider that this sort of celebration was rather premature, as the general state of their campaign was still less than ideal. However, many considered this to be more than just about simple progress and growth in territory. It was about a message. This was the first real move that the New Empire had taken to fighting back and struggle for victory. The first sign that the stalemate which lasted for many years was over. This was the first step towards ending the War of the Three Empires….and it begins with a sounding victory for Aleko and his faction. Tonight they celebrated, allowing themselves some respite and merriment after a hard-fought battle. Tomorrow, Aleko and the generals would return to the Escalyber, where future planning and strategies were going to be planned, where further expansions were thought and processed and more battles were to come. But for tonight, they had earned the right to drink and dance, feast and sing, and enjoy their victory.

It was difficult to tell how long the celebrations lasted, it was clearly still going by the time Aleko decided he ought to retire to the sleeping room. The merriment was not restricted to just the dining hall, the heir was firmly convinced by that since on his way to the sleeping chamber he almost bumped right into a female Elite Ranger covered in nothing but a large bed sheet and being chased by one of her male comrades along with a Dwarf, both in their smallclothes. Judging by the ‘alluring’ calls the men threw at the woman and her giggling and taunting, one would assume there was no trouble, all three of them clearly drunk enough to not even notice they passed the emperor himself. The noise from the celebration was steadily dying out as Aleko came closer and closer to the sleeping chamber he spent the night before…yet it appeared he was not alone. The door was slightly ajar and some voice could be heard from within…was it…singing? Once inside, Aleko had the surprise of seeing none other than general Pepper Bulkwyn, leaning on the open window sill, her gaze looking at the dark, cloudy night outside, the dim lighting from the fortress marking the edges of the nearby environment and the gentle fall of snowflakes dancing in the cold breeze. The general was holding a entire bottle of Anthro-made wine, about half-empty if one were to give it a shake. She did not notice Aleko entering the room, perhaps she may have had one to many or Aleko was careful not to make his presence known….or perhaps she was too focused on her singing. Pepper was singing and humming, with quite a bit of talent, what Aleko recognized as an old Anthro song, yet it was not the cheery and merry sort that the rest of their soldiers were reenacting, no her song was actually one that Anthro soldiers would sing in mourning for fallen comrades.

An intentional some-what loud closing of the door behind him snapped the general from her apparent trance, promptly getting up, albeit clumsily, from the window sill and attempting to give a respectful bow to Aleko “Oh, sire…uhh…I didn…I didn’t…” she rubbed her forehead with her free hand, parting away her teal hair as if trying to get a better view of her surroundings “This…Isn’t my room..is it?” she asked with a silly smirk on her face and an apologetic gesture of her hand…her voice sounded awfully different than what Aleko heard from her until now. She was not the chirpy and rather unprofessional Pepper, nor was she the booming and confident general Bulkwyn…right now she sounded more like, well… a woman.

I’m…I am sorry, sire. I…” she momentarily regained her balance before attempting to walk out the door only to find herself stopped by Aleko, who declared she ought to sit down for a few moments lest she risks hurting herself on the way, promptly taking the half-empty bottle from her grasp without any sort of resistance from her part. Pepper layed down, not on the bed but on the floor with her back leaning against the bedpost while Aleko found himself a seat in front of her while she rubbed her temples with both hands. Perhaps it was morbid curiosity or perhaps it was something else, yet Aleko couldn’t help but inquire as to why she was singing that particular song. Pepper would perhaps under normal circumstances avoid the question similarly to how she did when Aleko inquired about her past experiences with magic-users, yet in her current state she appeared to be more…suggestible? “Well…sir. Today…today is the celebration. The celebration…of my survival.” She answered with a small, forced smile on her mousy nuzzle. She parted her hair backwards, her gaze not actually rising to meet Aleko’s as she spoke and clarified. “Twenty-four years ago, I was assigned together with my unit at the time for a skirmish against a force commanded by the Stainless Empire. I was just a small-time officer at the time, following the orders of my superiors into battle in the defense of a fortress in the Anthro province of West-Nurendorf. Nothing particularly special, we had defended that position before a few times, I was already stationed there along with the rest of my unit as it’s main garrison so we knew the ins and outs of the place and were pretty confident in our capabilities of holding it down.” A deep sigh escaped her as she pulled her knees together and clutched at her shoulders with both hands akin to her being cold. “We….we just weren’t expecting one thing…” she continued “…Wizards. Not just one or two or three…a whole squad of Wizards simply….teleporting behind the lines and throwing their spells all over the place.” Her tone of voice had gotten more tense as the material of her uniform screeched under her tighten grip “We tried to fight back while still facing the siege itself, managing to gun down some of those spell-slingers but….they were lead by one. Their general, I believe who simply turned the tide of battle. Our bullets were useless against some kind of magical-bullshit shield he created around his robed fucks.

A glitter of tears started to accumulate in the corners of her eyes as she continued “We were burned…frozen and turned to ash…and there was nothing we could do! I can still hear that sunovabitch’s snicker in my nightmares..” the general paused, promptly wiping away the accumulated tears before they had a chance to flow down her fine-furred cheeks. Her tone returning to a some-what normality as she continued “In the heat of this…massacre, my commanding captain pushed me out of the way from a fireball…taking the majority of the hit but saving my life. I fell from atop the wall and down into the trench, the last thing I saw before loosing consciousness was my captain burning alive…his helmet…melting on his head….” She shuddered “I still don’t know how I survived…but there I was. Bruised and beaten, with cracked ribs, a broken arm, dislocated shoulder and fractured leg, but still somehow alive. I found myself on a corpse wagon….with the bodies of my former comrades around me…I crawled away when I had the first chance and managed to slip into friendly territory under the cover of night where I was found by a farmhand and nursed back to health….just in time to deliver my report.

A sad chuckle escaped her “I continued to serve once I was able…hailed and promoted to captain myself for my survival and willpower….feh!” Her pose relaxed a bit as she reached with one hand inside a breast-pocket and pulled out a standard issue, albeit rather worn, Anthro military tag connected to a thin chain-necklace “Pepper Iggite Bulkwyn. Aka, ‘Mousy’. Sole survivor of the Imperial Mechanized Rangers 26th battalion ‘Foxtail’ of the New Empire Anthro forces…hmpf…

Moments of silence passed as Pepper stared blankly at the tag before tilting her head and turning her gaze at the bottle of wine still in Aleko’s possession “Mind passing that…sir?” she asked gingerly still avoiding eye-contact.

So… that’s my story.” She concluded “I had encountered more magic-users since that day and learned from each battle how to better deal with them. Therefore…my experience. I made a promise to never allow such mistakes and losses happen to any soldier at my side ever again…and I intend to keep it.” A sad whimper escaped her for one moment "Even though I failed miserably this time..." she murmured.

After that declaration, the general put her old-worn tag back inside her pocket and slapped both her cheeks a few times akin to someone trying to wake themselves. “Bah..My apologies sir.” She the stood up, the effects of the drink no longer having the same hold on her but still far from gone “..I didn’t mean to waste your time with ramblings about the past. With your permission…I shall retire and allow you to rest…sir.
Simply wondering if there would be any interest in an RP set in the Darkest Dungeon universe. A grim place where we all have to work together to(hopefuly) survive and combat eldritch horrors along with possibly each-other once we reach our breaking point and go barking mad.

The main plot would be the one from the game, the heir of a ruined estate returns to claim his birthright and enlists the aid of many would-be-heroes to kill the corrupting evil creatures from his home.

Any takers? Or questions? Or anything?
A smile made its way across Pepper’s mousy face as Aleko addressed those below, the choice of words and the confidence in his tone washing away any possible worry she may have of the situation. It was in moments such as these that she was particularly sure that the Imperial Wizard had found the one true emperor of the realm. Sadly, the Human General and his captain were not sharing in the feeling. After Aleko stated that they should first and foremost surrender their arms, the woman frowned and rose her voice “Did you not hear me the first time? We will NOT negoc..-“ yet a hard grip of her shoulder pulled her back and this time it was the old general’s voice that boomed loudly across “That’s enough out of you, captain!” All the Human soldiers suddenly turned their attentions at general Asimov and even a few of the Elite Rangers were startled by this sudden outburst “Don’t forget your place!” he continued and then threw a fleeting glance around him to his other subordinates “And that goes for all of you! We are proud soldiers of the Old Avalon Empire, not bickering old crones with too much time on their hands!” He parted the way of the men and women protecting him “We are one single unit. We stand as one. We fight as one…” He then gazed upward, his one good eye staring at Aleko yet it was not malice or rage that could be seen behind his stare. General Asimov then promptly planted his spear in the ground, undid the bindings of his tower-shield from his off-hand and threw it on the ground next to his weapon before he turned around and finished his sentence “..And we fall as one.

Silence had encompassed the surroundings and the soldiers around. For a few preciously long moments only the chilling breeze, the rustling of the discolored grass and the faint clattering of plates were the only sounds. Then, one by one, the Human soldiers dropped their weapons. Spears, shields, muskets, swords, daggers and even tomes fell at the feet of their owners in a cacophony of noises. The captain’s gaze followed suit, no doubt feeling shame wash over her for her audacity. The General approached her and placed both his hands on her shoulders, giving her a slight shake so her gaze could meet his. He whispered something to her, yet the wind made sure to keep those words between them and no one else, the orange-haired woman only responding with a nod before she and the rest of the soldiers lined up, waiting to be escorted inside the fortress. After that scene, Pepper could only chuckle “Well, that shut her up” she muttered aside before following Aleko as he gestured to her. She listened closely to his words, a toothy grin appearing on her face as she responded in confirmation “Crystal.” Sure this method may or may not be a tad underhanded but it was by far the most efficient, it would avoid any conflict, it would avoid any unnecessary loss of life and it would secure both a valuable prisoner as well as a body of troops for labor. Before they opened the gates and allowed the prisoners inside, general Bulkwyn pulled Aleko to the side “If I may sir, you are acting like a true emperor. If the other generals and envoys could see you now, any doubt that may had would be completely washed away” she gestured a small Anthro bow and then placed her helmet on, bringing her rifle across and ordered her men to open the main gate.

The ranks of Human soldiers slowly flowed through and into the courtyard, where all Elite Rangers had cocked their rifles and aimed right at them, a warning should anyone think of doing anything they would regret. The Drow Vanguards and the Anthro Highlanders were busy binding the hands of the newly aquiered mass of prisoners, some were more cooperative than the others yet none presented a problem. The three Juggernauts had to be bound in some thick chains as the ordinary iron cuffs were far to small for their gargantuan hands. The Highlanders and Vanguards clearly appearing nervous around them, as it would be expected when finding oneself face-to-face with a steel-clad Human who towers even above an Orc. All the prisoners were slowly ushered inside, escorted to the cells beneath the fortress once they have been bound and stripped of their equipment. All save for the General, who was waiting outside the fortress with his hands behind his back. It was difficult to tell if the frown upon his grizzled visage was something that is normally present most of the time or only a response to this particular situation. Aleko himself was escorted by three Elite Rangers outside to meet with the old man. A couple of Drow Vanguards also followed, yet they only came to collect the discarded weapons and return with them inside the fortress. Once Aleko and his guards approached him, two of the Elite Rangers attempted to grab the general by his arms only to have him push them aside, this startling the third one who promptly rose his rifle and aimed it at the Human. “I can walk by myself, thank you very fricking much.” He said in a sharp tone as he pushed the two soldiers aside, a few moments of silence passing as he looked at the one aiming the rifle then turned his gaze at each of them before finally resting it at Aleko “I’m not sure if ‘private conversation’ has the same meaning to an Anthro as it does to a Human, but it usually implies only two people.” He stroked his trimmed beard before shrugging and continuing with “What? Afraid of an unarmed old man?” He then pointed at the heir’s ringed sword sheathed at his hip “That looks like a fine weapon. I am certain it would grace my neck most exquisitely should I try something stupid. Now come on. I trust you certainly know that my time on this world is more limited than yours, let’s not waste it.

The three Anthro Elite Ranges looked back at Aleko in confusion as to how they should approach the situation, in the end they escorted the heir and the general as they walked towards the Dwarven forces without actually binding the old man as he showed no sign of hostility whatsoever. As they walked, general Asimov sighed deeply “I apologize for my captain’s gall. The girl is young and the fire of youth is particularly crackling in her heart. I assume you would know all about it.” A slight smile appeared briefly beneath his mustache as he said the last part. “Speaking of which.. How old are you? Twenty-Eight? Thirty? You can’t be older than thirty-two, that’s for sure.” A faint scoff escaped him as the only response he received from Aleko was silence. “Well, there have certainly been younger Emperors who ascended the throne. Wonder if you will fare better than them.” They were getting closer and closer to the bulk of the Dwarven army yet Aleko did not say a word this whole time. One would assume that perhaps he was waiting for the right moment or thinking on what to say, regardless the general noticed this along with the fact that the heir was slowly falling behind as they walked. “You said you wanted to talk in private, yet until now it has been me talking and you listening. What are you..-“ General Asimov did not have the chance to finish his sentence as Aleko suddenly rushed at him, attempting to deliver a strong blow with the stock of his rifle. The strike was aimed at the back of the man’s head, delivered with sufficient force to properly knock him out cold.

That is, if the blow had connected.

In an unexpected turn of events, Aleko found himself being grabbed by the wrist by the General mere moments before the strike would have landed. Before anyone could realize what was going on, the old man quickly side-stepped behind the heir, twisting his arm behind his back, forcing the rifle to fall to the ground and wrapping his armored hand around Aleko’s neck, effectively immobilizing him. The three Elite Rangers promptly took aim and started shouting threats at the general to release their emperor, yet they couldn’t do anything for risk of brining harm to him. Aleko himself struggling to escape the man’s grip yet found himself utterly overpowered by his strength, whenever the general felt like the heir was making the slightest movement in attempts to reach for a weapon with his free hand or try to shift his position or anything else, he would apply pressure to the twisted arm and momentarily tighten his grip around Aleko’s neck, preventing him from any possible escapes. “You think I was promoted yesterday, boy?” General Asimov’s voice sounded clear among the threats of the Elite Rangers “I have been fighting on the fields before your mother took the last Emperor to her bed, I have been dancing this dance of war for so long I can remember the steps in my God’s damned sleep!” The general was keeping a strong and tight grip on Aleko, the Halfling simply finding himself unable to escape. He could barely move as the pain in his arm and shoulder spiked ever so often when the general applied force and his breath being momentarily cut off whenever the old man would tighten his grip around his neck. “Ah calm down and quit your struggling. You’ll walk out of here just fine and get your prisoner. I could snap your neck right here and now but there’d be no damn point in it.” The Human said to Aleko before pushing him away in a rough manner, one of the Elite Rangers quickly rushing to his side as the Human general turned his attention to the other two who still pointed their weapons at him “Do you want to shoot me now? What are you waiting for then? I am sure your precious emperor here would commend you for securing a corpse in place of a valuable prisoner.” He then turned his gaze to Aleko “Enjoy your victory” his tone of voice had lowered drastically from the bellow beforehand “But remember this and remember it well : Your time has passed. The time of the tyrannical Emperors is over, in the end you will loose this war.” A few moments of silence passed as everyone’s attention was drawn towards the horizon where they saw a small squadron of Dwarven soldiers harrying to them. The Human general turned on his heel to face them let out a deep, drawn out sigh. “I assume this concludes negotiations.” He muttered towards Aleko, concluding with “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance” in a sarcastic tone before the squad of Dwarven Infantrymen cuffed and apprehended him.

One of the Dwarves was riding a rather large armored bear, with fur as black as coal. The Dwarf mounted atop this beast was dressed in a highly decorated version of the Dwarven Bear-Knight’s light-plated mail hauberks and armed with a sophisticated looking firearm. The rider dismounted, hopping down from the bear and removing his helm, revealing the familiar visage of Genral Bojor Ironfist. “What’n tha ‘ void was’ that?!” he shouted at Aleko, fuming with anger. He clearly wanted to say more but visibly abstained himself “Bah! No matte’. Tha’ day’s won. Now let’s get ye’ furry hide back to tha’ fortress, ye still got ‘a job to do.” He said and then turned around and let out a rather loud whistle that echoed through the valley, signaling with his arm for the Dwarven army to follow as they returned to Castle Northspark, all save for the squadron of Infantrymen who escorted the captive general back to their fortress at Paletower. Once arrived back at the fortress, general Bulkwyn welcomed them “General Ironfist. Good to see you.” Yet the Dwarven general did not share in her friendly demeanor “Can ‘it lass. We’ve got plen’ty o’ time fo’ pleasantries later.” After that brief exchange, she turned to Aleko “Sir, are you alright? Do you need any medical attention?” her tone sounded genuinely concerned it perhaps she already knew that Aleko was just fine save for a few sores on his arm and shoulder “Don’ mother him. He can walk’ it off. We’ain’ done ‘ere yet.” General Ironfist interrupted, to the frustration of Bulkwyn, Aleko simply asking for clarification regarding what he meant. The Dwarf rose his gaze at the Halfling and responded “Well ye’ did a bloody fine job o’ tha’ fortress.” He started, yet his tone did not imply actual commendation. “But we’ still gott’a convince tha’ mayor o’ tha’ town to pledge tha’ whole province’s allegiance to ou’r side, now don’ we?” Pepper nodded “He is right, sir. The town of Northspark is some hours march away from here. If you’re able, we should leave immediately.

General Ironfist proceede to produce one of his cigars from a small pack attached to his belt “Take ye’r men an’ getta move’ on already. Me an’ my boys will organize a garrison ‘ere. Convince tha’ mayor that’s in his best interest to turn tha’ province to us. Remind ‘im that we control the’r only fortress now and we’v got tha’ potential to raid tha’ whole damn town if need be.

After a bit of time of preparations, Aleko, General Bulkwyn and the rest of their troops were ready and departed from their newly aquiered fortress, heading Westwards towards the town of Northspark, while General Ironfist and his large army made preparations at the fortress, organizing a proper garrison to hold it and preparing the rest to march upon the town, if necessary. The march towards the town would take some time, it would be past mid-day by the time they arrived. General Bulkwyn kept silent on the road, since she judged that Aleko was probably not in the mood for her company at the moment, deciding to leave him to his thoughts.

They reached the town after some time, spotting it in the distance. The town of Northspark was as unremarkable as its fortress. A simple semi-circular town with stone buildings of a simple and plain architecture, very low on decoration. It’s walls were tall and eerily similar to those from the fortress, yet simply judging from the first outside glance one could reach the conclusion that it’s defenses were nowhere near as strong, the force that General Ironfist brought with him would encounter no particular difficulty in laying a siege yet it would still be time consuming, require resources and casualties would be completely unavoidable. The main gate of the town was closed, as it was to be expected from a town at the border with a province controlled by an opposing faction. Two rather small guard-towers were on either side, each having the blue flag of the Old Empire hung from its ramparts. Once Aleko, the general and the rest of their troops arpoached the gates, they were hailed by a couple of Human Musketeers atop the towers “No further, strangers. State your business here.” One of them called out to which Aleko replied, informing them of their present situation and demanding an audience with the mayor. Silence followed in which one could see the two Musketeers awash with disbelief, glancing at eachother and then back at Aleko. One of them promply departed, probably to inform the mayor of what just transpired. Eventually, Aleko heard the call for the gates to be opened, welcoming him, the general and their troops inside where a number of Musketeers could be seen all across the wall staring at them, along with some of the townspeople who were brave and curious enough to see what was going on. Their present defenses that Aleko could observe were not at all impressive. A few squads of Musketeers and a handful of War-Mages, yet he was certain that the whole town’s present forces were not just this.

The mayor was waiting for them in the center of the town. A stick of a man, clad in some lavish, thick, warm looking dark purple vestments with various decorations. A small beret was tilted to the side of his head from where curl of dark brown hair flew out. His facial features were sharp and gaunt, a wiry thin goatee jutting out from his chin akin to an arrows point, complementing an equally thin waxed mustache. The mayor greeted them “Welcome to the town of Northspark…umm…sirs.” His tone was filled with worry and his posture was slightly hunched only adding to this demeanor along with his paired hands, rubbing together in an attempt to keep warm. The man’s beady eyes widen and his face became pale as Aleko introduced himself “T..t..the heir? The heir of the Sendrakon bloodline?” he stuttered “That means…That means you are from the New Empire…but…why are you here? What is happening?
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