The self-proclaimed king of dhans. King Xian Par'Talucca was seated upon his high throne.
Upon the alleviated podium, he sat towering above his vassals. Standing just under the podium was Pascal Vistierre, Ignis' Magic Forum Representative. The dark-elf sent here via ancient teleportation runes. The dark-elf sported robes, befitting of a man his position. As ambassador, as well as one of the strongest necromancers of Ignis, he sported a proud gaze even within the presence of a so called king.
The dekans, as well as the dark-elves all believed in the dragons being the true gods of the world. It was only by chance, that their ancestors a few millennia ago who had the knowledge and ability to place teleportation runes, had connected the far north with the far south. Whilst the dekans preserved their runes, as homage to their heavenly-fathers. The dark elves simply stumbled upon them, as Ignis was mostly uninhabited when they were first exiled there.
And it was only within recent times did the dark-elves have the means to power on such a portal.
All other known portals across the known lands were destroyed upon the numerous wars that ravaged the lands.
"Your Majesty, King Xian. I regret to inform you, that the forces you have sent, have all perished under the human blade. What are your orders?"
Pascal, personally didn't care much for Par'Talucca's glory or honour, withholding all of his opinions and suggestions to himself. Therefore, if this lesser race, the dhans fail in anyway, the dark-elf would be subjected to any responsibility. Thus, he continued to act like a lowly servant.
Within King Xian's mind, conflict and anger swarmed. He had sworn military service to King Dacate, the dekans. In order to ensure his people survived. Yet, all of the orders and whims the dekans placed upon them all appeared to be suicidal. Dekan Caron was indeed a wildcard who barged in unannounced and commanded over thousands of his warriors. The recent coordinated night-attack had also ended in failure after the dekans had promised to launch an attack of their own. Yet, they only sent more of their kindred beasts to attack Thrud castle.
"Pascal, what of your elven forces? How soon will they be able to advance upon your enemies?" Pascal stroked his grey beard a few times. Deliberately delaying the response, hiding his wit by pretending to be slow.
"Your Majesty, as mentioned before. The human duke Asai Trichia destroyed our main bridge. Our main army is still stuck within the confines of the capital as we rapidly construct a replacement. As for the great magical forum, the guild of necromancers. As we were tasked resupplying the great mountain pass with undead energies. We have the 2000 necromancers at the ready, the ones that have been assisting your forces in sneaking pass the lands of the elves, Via Marea, to strike at your targets, the humans of Del Lagos.
And although I have been instructed to assist you with what I can. Her Majesty Queen Emilita Regenon, will surely have my head and my family's if I were to lose 2000 of her loyal mages."
King Xian, abruptly stood.
"I, sovereign over all dhans within our ancestral lands. Order all able men to deposit their seed within all fertile women of able age. And within the month, we shall mobilize our full force. I, king Xian Par'Talluca shall personally lead this charge."
Xian gazed into Pascal's.
"Pascal, With the allied kingdom's sovereign leading the march, I'm sure your Queen won't be against you mobilizing your 2000 to march with us correct?"
Pascal, faltered. He honestly didn't expect the young king to force his hand. Lose 2000 mages, lose his head. Lose the allied king's head? thus causing Ignis to lose their ally, will also lead to him losing his head. "FUCK!"
Thus, Pascal simply nodded. And sincerely hoped that Xian was as smart as he was told to believe.
..
A dozen hundred of his most loyal warriors immediately surged out to relay his orders. For the next 30 days, in between preparing their supplies and arms for war. The men of Par'Talucca had their way with all women of able ages. Ensuring their lineage, bloodline and seed would continue onwards into the future, even if they were to perish in glorious combat.
And although this caused thousands of further families to escape the lands. King Xian had no intention towards cancelling his decree. Having had enough of seeing his people die, the man decided to go all in.
As he had the ability to slaughter his own father in single combat. Who was known to be the strongest, and literal god-given prowess. Xian believed himself able to also defeat the young queen of humanity. And once he managed to annex Del Lagos, he could simply repopulate his people by rewarding his most loyal warriors with the women of Del Lagos.
..
The king himself, also partook in the pleasures of the flesh. Impregnating as many beautiful maidens as he possibly could.
It was just a shame, that he couldn't taste the flowers of two certain princesses, he thought.
The self-proclaimed king of dhans. King Xian Par'Talucca was seated upon his high throne.
Upon the alleviated podium, he sat towering above his vassals. Standing just under the podium was Pascal Vistierre, Ignis' Magic Forum Representative. The dark-elf sent here via ancient teleportation runes. The dark-elf sported robes, befitting of a man his position. As ambassador, as well as one of the strongest necromancers of Ignis, he sported a proud gaze even within the presence of a so called king.
The dekans, as well as the dark-elves all believed in the dragons being the true gods of the world. It was only by chance, that their ancestors a few millennia ago who had the knowledge and ability to place teleportation runes, had connected the far north with the far south. Whilst the dekans preserved their runes, as homage to their heavenly-fathers. The dark elves simply stumbled upon them, as Ignis was mostly uninhabited when they were first exiled there.
And it was only within recent times did the dark-elves have the means to power on such a portal.
All other known portals across the known lands were destroyed upon the numerous wars that ravaged the lands.
"Your Majesty, King Xian. I regret to inform you, that the forces you have sent, have all perished under the human blade. What are your orders?"
Pascal, personally didn't care much for Par'Talucca's glory or honour, withholding all of his opinions and suggestions to himself. Therefore, if this lesser race, the dhans fail in anyway, the dark-elf would be subjected to any responsibility. Thus, he continued to act like a lowly servant.
Within King Xian's mind, conflict and anger swarmed. He had sworn military service to King Dacate, the dekans. In order to ensure his people survived. Yet, all of the orders and whims the dekans placed upon them all appeared to be suicidal. Dekan Caron was indeed a wildcard who barged in unannounced and commanded over thousands of his warriors. The recent coordinated night-attack had also ended in failure after the dekans had promised to launch an attack of their own. Yet, they only sent more of their kindred beasts to attack Thrud castle.
"Pascal, what of your elven forces? How soon will they be able to advance upon your enemies?" Pascal stroked his grey beard a few times. Deliberately delaying the response, hiding his wit by pretending to be slow.
"Your Majesty, as mentioned before. The human duke Asai Trichia destroyed our main bridge. Our main army is still stuck within the confines of the capital as we rapidly construct a replacement. As for the great magical forum, the guild of necromancers. As we were tasked resupplying the great mountain pass with undead energies. We have the 2000 necromancers at the ready, the ones that have been assisting your forces in sneaking pass the lands of the elves, Via Marea, to strike at your targets, the humans of Del Lagos.
And although I have been instructed to assist you with what I can. Her Majesty Queen Emilita Regenon, will surely have my head and my family's if I were to lose 2000 of her loyal mages."
King Xian, abruptly stood.
"I, sovereign over all dhans within our ancestral lands. Order all able men to deposit their seed within all fertile women of able age. And within the month, we shall mobilize our full force. I, king Xian Par'Talluca shall personally lead this charge."
Xian gazed into Pascal's.
"Pascal, With the allied kingdom's sovereign leading the march, I'm sure your Queen won't be against you mobilizing your 2000 to march with us correct?"
Pascal, faltered. He honestly didn't expect the young king to force his hand. Lose 2000 mages, lose his head. Lose the allied king's head? thus causing Ignis to lose their ally, will also lead to him losing his head. "FUCK!"
Thus, Pascal simply nodded. And sincerely hoped that Xian was as smart as he was told to believe.
..
A dozen hundred of his most loyal warriors immediately surged out to relay his orders. For the next 30 days, in between preparing their supplies and arms for war. The men of Par'Talucca had their way with all women of able ages. Ensuring their lineage, bloodline and seed would continue onwards into the future, even if they were to perish in glorious combat.
And although this caused thousands of further families to escape the lands. King Xian had no intention towards cancelling his decree. Having had enough of seeing his people die, the man decided to go all in.
As he had the ability to slaughter his own father in single combat. Who was known to be the strongest, and literal god-given prowess. Xian believed himself able to also defeat the young queen of humanity. And once he managed to annex Del Lagos, he could simply repopulate his people by rewarding his most loyal warriors with the women of Del Lagos.
..
The king himself, also partook in the pleasures of the flesh. Impregnating as many beautiful maidens as he possibly could.
It was just a shame, that he couldn't taste the flowers of two certain princesses, he thought.
