After the guards found the prince and the six other slaves at the bottom of the Cliff. They all knew they were f#cked! While wallowing in despair and reporting to their commander, the news slowly started to spread.
Across the other camps, slaves or all kind, and even some citizens of Zenith kingdom heard that the prince died. Some knew of his past sh#t personality and didn't care, while others felt pity for him, while others were surprised he lasted this long.
Vector's plan was fully in motion now.
The news spread across the ranks of the Demonic Fae Kingdom of Den. The king and queen finally hearing the news, we're disappointed that they couldn't use the king's son as bait, as he didn't even care about the damn kid. A damn pity, we could've gained so much they both thought…
The news slowly seeped it's way into the other various kingdoms, slowly starting to make its way into his very own kingdom, Zenith. The people reacted in different ways.
Some angry that the Den kingdom was openly opposing them, some glad and happy by his death, while others were shocked. One such man, showed no remorse on his face.. yet deep down felt a brimming anger.
This man slowly tapping his trimmed nails, in a constant rhythm, on the side of his dazzling obsidian throne. The man was none other than the prince's father and king. The Demi-God of the continent. The ultimate powerhouse, that most were openly afraid to offend, and yet his son still died.
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- Emperor Zelarian Zenith -
( Day of the News, Zenith Kingdom, Capital City )
" Your majesty, your son has finally died. A rumor was quickly spreading, but I dare not report you false information… however, a few spies have just confirmed it my lord. I'm sorry, your majesty. " said Tomas Septon, in a solemn and genuine tone. The man kneeling in front of a throne, with a full black armor set, and a great sword across his back.
Tomas was the second highest leveled person in the Zenith kingdom. The general was Level 196, and very efficient in his spell sword class. He was also a very close friend to the emperor, having grown up with him since a young age.
Even with the hate the young prince always got, Tomas was of the very few, who never once disrespected the prince.
" My lord? " repeated the general , knocking the emperor out of his dazed thoughts
" Hmmm, to think the Den Kingdom is as reckless, even to the point of angering me.." said the saddened king.
" Tomas, gather Hefner and tell him to send his assassins on standby. If need be, only in the case of a intense skirmish party, and or a scouting party."
" As you wish, my lord. However, as your friend and not just your general, I need to ask. Are you okay, your majesty? "
" In all honesty my old friend, no. It's true, I never showed open love or appreciation to my son, hell my wives still complain about my lack of attention to them. A king must do what he has too, for the sake of his power, and kingdom. My son was by all eyes, including mine … useless, a prince always has a duty, and so as a king he was an .. ultimate failure. An upmost loss! As a father it hurt my pride.. but still a loss of a son is a loss of a son. If the day ever shall come forth, the Den kingdom will be the first to feel my wraith. Now go … Tomas, inform Hefner, and tell the guards outside to let no visitors in."
" Yes, your majesty. " Tomas said, with great reluctance to leave. Nevertheless, he was the king, and his will was law, regardless if that was his childhood friend.
' Maybe I went too far to try and send him out of the capital city. I just wanted him to change … *sigh*. Hmm the Den are growing bold,
nevertheless thought, he was a vile child. How many girls did he constantly harass, the family's reputation was getting sullied, but still.. he was my son… ' thought the King, Vector's Father
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- Vector -
( Present Day, Unknown Cave, Slave Mine -Den Kingdom )
Having completed mastery over his first spell, "Ice-Bullet" which was an adjustable offensive spell, he decided to dive deeper once again, to make a defensive spell this time, Armor!
' Hmm, I have little less than 3 weeks left of rations. I need to speed up my training! Amor, I thought hard on it, an ice knight-like armor? A simple body suit ? A full body one? I still cannot decide.!'
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After finally testing out various designs, various mana outputs, and testing the time limit for each. Vector found the spell. It took him 5 days of non stop work to finally reach the one he desired, and his mastery over it, but it was worth it. The result?
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[ Spells : Ice-Bullet , Ice-Overlord ]
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[ Ice-Overlord , MP : 300 , Boost : + 100 Magical Resistance, + 45 Physical Resistance ] - A spell created by an aspiring prince, ready to kill his foes, and take down the world if need be. His elemental ice fully extending all over his body, appearing as a devil-like armor shell of some sort.
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Vector's "Ice-Overlord" was inspired by various anime's he watched for design, while trying to focus on the best power/defense ratio for mana. He finally reached it with 300 MP. The suit of armor that appeared over vector's body, was a glistening dark blue ice, smooth in most places but jagged in some spots such as the shoulder pads and knees.
His face was completely untouched, until he willed it to be covered with an ice helmet, which fully wrapped around his head and covered all sides, his face completely overtaken by something else. This look could only be described as an "Ice-Demon".
Appearing as an Ice-Dragon's head, with a small row of horns in a crown shape appearing on top, with only his purple striking eyes visible.
This armor was in all sense "badass". The magical resistance and physical resistance was decent as well.
Magical resistance, was how much mana power one had to due to even penetrate the armor. Therefore, a person had to have a spell that did over 100 damage to even touch Vector's amor, and even then, it would depend on the element used plus the power of the spell and caster.
The same was for physical damage, which were weapons of any kind, only after 45 damage could they even penetrate, if they even could… depending on the spot the blow was placed at.
Vector, tried all kinds of test in this natural feeling armor. Unlike actual equipment, that usually provides better stat benefits with no mana usage, and usually forged with rare items. There was a major difference. A mages mana armor is simply their will existing on the outside, meaning this armor feels natural, with full movement and capability just like his body.
So while, it does cost mana and maybe was a little less powerful … depending on the caster of course, the armor felt natural and fluid like his own body, to the point where he couldn't tell the difference.
While proceeding with his tests and finally designing the spell, he found that another factor was the time limit of the armors. With the one he chose, the 300 MP would provide30 minutes of protection, before it would slowly wear off over a course of 5 minutes.
Overall he found this acceptable. With less than 2 weeks of rations left, he was feeling even more pressured than before, and he still hasn't even touched his best element! He only had 1 more design left for the ice element…
Until he would spend the rest of his time, working on his other element of space, the element that will get him the hell out of this sh#t mine!
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' While designing the armor and bullet, I thought of creating a movement spell, like fro-zone from the incredibles! However, I'll save a movement spell for spacial magic. Then, I thought of using a shield or wall maybe? However, I realized then … why not do it all? Why not have a radius that only I can control? A zone of some sorts? I have the mana for it… I think?'
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Another week passed, Vector's rations slowly dwindling, his body exhausted, and his mind in a weakened state… but he finally did it. After countless failures, slight successes, finally… he did it!
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[ Spell created ]
[ What would host like to call this spell? ]
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"Ice-Sovereign" said Vector in a weak but proud voice.
[ Recorded! ]
[ Host has learned spell "Ice-Sovereign" ]
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[ Spells : Ice-Bullet , Ice-Overlord , Ice-Sovereign , ]
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[ Ice-Sovereign, MP : 850 , Damage : ~ , Boost : Complete control over elemental ice in the given radius, + 1000 additional MP usage and power in naturally cold, and or Icy environments. ] -
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' HAHA IT REALLY IS MY BEST SPELL SO FAR! Oh, in naturally cold environments, it has an extra 1000 MP??!! That would make it even more powerful, the range farther, and even the time … Hmm is my territory in a cold biome? … even I don't know, since I never visited. What trash my other half was! Regardless, if he was a dud or not. It makes no difference now, I won't let those people starve. Not just out of the kindness in my heart, no I simply cannot let it go on since they are MY citizens. Reputation, Power, and a name is everything. I cannot sully it… oh the mental exhaustion is hurting … time to sleep. '
Vector having fallen asleep and isolated in his cave, still had no idea what his death did to the slave mine camps, and hierarchy.
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- Tel , Orc Guard -
( Vector's Slave District, Main Camp, Ground Tower )
" I cannot believe our pay has been cut more than a half! That f#cking trash! F#ck him, and his sh#tty ass kingdom!" Snorted a guard by Tel
Even while nodding and agreeing, Tel was more angry at the fact that he didn't get to kill the prince, if the prince was going to die anyway, it should have been him to do the deed! Tel was a naturally evil, vile, and cruel man. As a half-orc, half-Fire-fae, his tendencies were violent, and he had an interesting build and class to back it up. He was a fire-berserker.
" I agree Ron… but what can we do? The slaves have no money, the other camps are more powerful, and we're stuck in this sh#t position!" Yelled another guard. " Tel why you so quiet? "
" I wanted to kill that bastard " grumbled Tel
"HEEH? That's why your mad! Only you Tel ! Hahah! " laughed the other guards
"hehe" Tel couldn't help but snicker as well his fellow comrades
" I'm going to go take my anger out on that big and tough Jerome .. maybe even his wives haha! " said Tel, while walking away.
" Damn, let's hope Jerome doesn't get angry like usual, you know he doesn't like to share, Tel might finally kill him." Said a guard shaking his head.
"Indeed "
" Yes , very true "
" MHMMM " replied the other guards, who went on to drink and laugh away their pain of losing coins.
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Tel completely drunk and angry started to walk slowly towards his destination. He would sometimes stumble a little along the way, with a constant plan in his head, getting close to the tent part of the camp, where it housed the various "top-slaves", he couldn't help but feel excited.
They were all trash in his eyes. Even the sole called "Boss" Jerome.
' What a pitiful man, no magic, he's not strong. His wives are very delectable. Even the newest one, I think I'll try her today.' thought Tel
While walking through the tent rows, he saw a slave out at night, and laying in the way of his path. Tel smiled, he liked violence, he was violence, it was his only enjoyment.
" Slave , come here. " Tel said in a menacing voice
The slave who was a newly brought in, elderly man, slowly turned around and visibly shrieked back upon seeing Tel. Tel's ugly face, killing intent, and guard position… caused the old man to piss his pants.
Tel watching with nothing but disgust got angry. Especially when he saw the reaction to his appearance. Without even a single word, he rushed at the slave, like a bull seeing a flag. The older man was about to scream "St-" …
* SLISH *
* PLOP *
All that could be heard after, was a swishing sound of a sword slicing through skin and bone, while the head came off, and slowly rolled onto the floor beneath Tel's feet.
Tel wiped his blade on the slaves dirty clothes, picked up the head, and tossed it a little further away. Licking the blood of his fingers, he made his way to middle of the tents, where the biggest tent was located. Jerome's.
Jerome's minions could be seen around the tent, forming a circle of sorts, all close by tents of their own, usually drinking or playing with the less pretty girls.
Upon seeing Tel walk over, the minions immediately got up, sweated a little bit nervously … before simply moving out the way letting him pass. Usually, they would beat and impose the "Bosses" will on the foolish slaves who got too close. Usually for sport, or to send a message.
Tel, seeing this sight could only inwardly grin at the power he had over these fools. He couldn't wait to get his d#ck wet, he couldn't wait to see Jerome's face of despair, while feeling powerful to these inferior slaves.
As a Half-Orc, people could blame this violent tendency of Tel's on his race. However, Tel was simply an evil and cruel man. After walking for no more than 5 minutes from the barracks, he arrived at his destination.
' Time to have so fun hehe ' Tel cruelly thought , while subconsciously licking his lips, feeling euphoria in the dread to come, and in thought of this… his lower half grew.