"With titles of old, and new alike; can one truely be called unique."
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With teeth of gold, and banners made to hold; they stood steadfast. Even through the most grievous of nights, offering only mountains of lost souls; bloody monuments of promised safe haven.
Although the nights were long, and harsh; they fought. They fought for more than petty treasures, and forgotten relics; but for one another alike.
This act, this struggle, this bravery of mistreated souls; would fall even to the gods themselves. But as war waged on, it was clear whose bodies made up the crooked spires on the endless plateau.
With nowhere to turn, with little left to protect; they admitted defeat. Their hero of prophecy, the one said to save them all; had not shown to save their tormented souls.
A kingdom has fallen today, one of a noble cause; and hopeless dedication. Now there are but four left to survive the onslaught of the waking world around them; for time does not wait for those who tarry.
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"Elora, hand me my map please; preferably the political one if that would do." Commanded a woman as she sat at a lavishly decorated table.
"Here you are my queen, the map as desired; but might I ask why you need it at such an early time of day?" Inquired Elora while placing the map infront of her queen.
"Indeed you may, it has come to my attention that some changes on the map will have to be made." Answered the queen as she got out her knife, and made a cross mark on the map.
"The Demi Kingdom is no more, and we need to fortify our defences; I suspect that this will be a time of change for us all." Affirmed the queen while glaring down at the kingdom of Pyen Tyra with hate.
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"Pray to the wyrms for our survival son, Pyen Tyra has expanded their borders to near our capital city; I fear we will be next."
"Fret not matriarch, the tyrant ruler of Pyen Tyra wouldn't dare touch us after the last war; to think one boy could cause so much trouble." Sighed a man as he patted his mother on the shoulder.
"But the last war was more than five hundred years ago, and our population has dropped by almost three fourths, do you think he still fears us!" Exclaimed the matriarch while pushing herself off her chair.
"Calm down mother, nothing will come of this; you're getting over excited!" Exhorted the man as he gripped the matriarch by the arm.
"My ass I am, something needs to be done before it's too late; who's to keep the mana shield fed after I pass!" Retorted the matriarch while pushing her son away.
"We have dozens of high ranking magicians ready to take up the burden of The Wyrm Wall, there's really no need to worry mother." Cajoled the man as he chased after the matriarch.
"Don't you get it, that's exactly what he-."
"-Wants, yes I know; and his domination will be ravishing." Smiled the man while putting on an emerald encrusted necklace.
"What are you saying, Eznair?"
"I'm saying that it's time for you to step down."
"I couldn't believe it when Izarna died... you chose someone out of the royal line to succeed you instead of me! Your only living offspring!" Fumed Eznair as he glared at his mother.
"That's because you're simply not fit to rule, I see your uses elsewhere; you could become a great healer one day!" Insisted the matriarch while patting her son on the chest.
"Well, I guess you're right, because you're always right; apparently you know how to best use me too!" Snarled Eznair as he pushed off his mothers hand, and grabbed her by the wrist.
"You see this relic around my neck, take one good look at it, and see your fate!" Raged Eznair while gesturing to the elegantly carved necklace around his neck.
"That's right, it's the pendant of the great wyrm; the greatest treasure our kingdom has ever had!" Laughed Eznair as he tightened his grip on the matriarch.
"No! you can't! You mustn't!" Coughed the matriarch while feebly trying to snatch away the necklace.
"Oh yes I can, to think you had this priceless treasure locked up even with the power it would have granted us!"
"Do you remember what it does, mother? Do you remember that it grants the wielder true immortality until the blood of another is spilt? And that when those rules are broken, it will cause catastrophic damage to our; no… MY kingdom." Cackled Eznair as he grabbed the matriarch by the throat.
"And can you guess what's about to happen right now? This kingdom will be nothing but ash blowing on the wind without anyone to power The Wyrm Wall!" Grinned Eznair while starting to strangle the matriarch.
"Don't… don't do it... my son." Croaked the matriarch as she futilely tried to remove herself from his iron grasp.
"No matter what happens, we all eventually return to the soil; and you're no exception." Sneered Eznair while the fateful noises of a neck snapping, and a necklace cracking resounded throughout the north.
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"You may now meet The Supreme Rulers Silas, don't fuck this up like last time." Suspired a woman as she slapped his leg with a clipboard.
"Geez, what's your problem... 'she's such an asshole'." Grumbled Silas while scratching his beard.
With some difficulty, Silas found his way into the great chamber of The Supreme Rulers; and was disappointed to find that he was not the only one invited.
"Good, the last suspect has arrived; time for the interrogation to commence." Announced The Fourth Of The Supreme Rulers.
After that statement passed, whispers aplenty were heard all around spreading gossip, and such; claiming they knew exactly what was happening. But they were all silenced with a quick glare from The Eighty Seventh Of The Supreme Rulers as he pushed himself off his imposing chair like throne.
"As any of you with wits in those fragile skulls of yours have deduced, there is a traitor in our midst; and I'm going to find out who it is even if it takes the death of every last one of you!" Shouted The Eighty Seventh as one person shuffled over towards the doors.
"There is no leaving, any suspect found to be exiting will be killed as a traitor!" Hollered The Eighty Seventh while clapping his hands, making the doors split the attempting escapee in half.
"No faults will be tolerated, you either cooperate; or have your body parts sent to every last relative known to us!" Screamed The Eighty Seventh as he issued for someone to step up.
"Miss Event Carven, please answer the following question with haste; where does your mother live?" Questioned The Eighty Seventh while looking as though he was peering into her soul.
"I fail to see wha-."
"Traitor!" Growled The Eighty Seventh as the woman's head combusted and sprayed juice everywhere.
"Next suspect!"
"Please make sure to show only results; not excuses." Emphasized The Eighty Seventh while pointing at the next "suspect".
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"Silas Haymin, you are found guilty of the highest treason; a stolen weapon was found in your locker." Frowned The Eighty Seventh as he grabbed Silas by the shoulder.
"But that's impossible, I haven't even ever seen a weapon in my life; there has to be a mistake!" Pleaded Silas while looking around, and spotting a snickering individual in the non-suspect group watching him with a big grin plastered onto his face.
"We make no mistakes, our efficiency is perfect; we are perfect." Scowled The Eighty Seventh as several people grabbed Silas by the arms.
"I was framed! That guy over there did it; I know he did!" Begged Silas while grasping onto the table. Zaeza Of The Supreme Rulers is ruthless.
He chopped off Silas' remaining fingers. Using that of a dull knife, Silas would never see the light of day again
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"Another valiant victory for Pyen Tyra liege, just say the word; and we can start total domination." Bowed a man as he walked into a room with walls made of mana stones, and gold as subtle decoration.
"Not yet... now is not time for us to strike, slowly the kingdoms are destroying themselves; and we'll strike at their lowests." Replied a young looking man while walking down the spacious hallway.
"How long will we have to wait, my king? I don't know if the men can wait any longer; they seem to be thirsting for war." Quivered the man as he bowed down to the ancient king.
"Weeks, days, months, perhaps even a few years; but that is of little importance." Stated the monarch while kneeling down, and grabbing his servant by the face.
"All that matters is to cut the kingdoms off from helping each other, isolate them to ensure their destruction; we don't need another supposed hero trying to save the day." Smirked the monarch as he squeezed his servant's face harder.
"And that brings me to another tantrum, what is a hero; do you have any guesses dearest servant of mine?" Asked the monarch while letting go of his servant's sweaty face.
"N-no, I haven't the foggiest idea." Answered the man as he bowed into the floor.
"Well let me enlighten you, heroes are money grubbing bastard 𝘮𝘦𝘯 who only save people for three reasons; do you know what those are?" Muttered the monarch while turning his back towards his servant.
"A-"
"Of course you don't, only I can truly see them for what they are; everyone is simply too blind!" Thundered the monarch as he punched the servant in the face.
"Heroes want the praise, and self satisfaction that comes from helping people, they want an endless amount of women to satisfy their every whim; for they're obsessed with the pleasures of the flesh!" Rumbled the monarch while kicking the servant in the stomach.
"And then they want fame, fame to give them money, and praise around the world; fame to give purpose to their useless lives!" Fulminated the monarch, finally throwing the servant out of his chambers.