Vix Fourspire. Warlord, king, conqueror. The precise manifestation of hundreds of years of petty violent monarchs hoping to claim a small piece of land for themselves in a gigantic world. His resolve was miniscule, with an ego so briskly bruised by the insults of those in towns dwarfed by his prodigious kingdom, albeit formally. It was hoped by his father that he'd forgo this gargantuan sense of pride and banish the tradition of their violent family to the dark sea. Unfortunately, his haggled words, a frightening king for much of his life, simply appear to have gone from one ear and out the other side. Vix saw no grandeur in him. Why lend one's ear to the musings of a coward?
One person be the singular object of bringing Vix careening out of his reprehensible temperament, Mida, his humble studious wife. A man who'd rather die than apologize to anyone after becoming angry and destroying an entire roomspace, would to her. It was as if every time he floated in the atmosphere she'd heave his black spirit, sending it hurtling to the ground with the thunder of the ancient immortal gods and their divine purity. Now that she'd become with child and they had a toddler son, all of his wishes went to gifting her the exultant life she desired. Her face was eternally sad and bringing about her magnificent smile now seemed to become the one thing to bring him happiness himself.
Scorning from a former allied mayor, an accidental drunken line of urine coating the sword of house Fourspire, now had given Vix reason enough to annihilate the mayor's town, Tungsten, in its entirety and steal enough gold to rid themselves of a bankrupt kingdom. For a fortnight they'd been trudging through extensive marshland and bracing harsh elements to strike and now their target was dangerously close. Quite saddening to think on the enemy's preparations seeing as their chance for ultimate victory against the largest and most dutifully trained army the country of Elvaria had ever seen was nil. Now as Vix sat valiantly upon his panthera, generals at his flank and the white from his armor shining like glorious crystal, he spoke to his wife calmly, the words in virtalous sultry like fine silk sheets,
"Now... I'll give you the life you've always desired."
Horses and female felini flew past, shadows of brown, yellow, white, black, and grey, in an overwhelming unstoppable force poised to destroy their opposing immovable object. Screams let out into the exhaustive air that were the grunts of a suid blacksmith and his family being torn from eachother. The most important man in the city, the mayor, now had his proboscis reduced to a bloody pulp. Vix needn't do the killing however, he merely grinned ear to ear at the shine of jewels that now belonged to him and his men. Then a female suid, her neck lined with pearlescent diamonds, a wealthy person for certain, ran into the house with Vix stalking after and entering.
What he'd find where a family huddled in the corner frightened. A son, the mother, and his father, who were simply enjoying porridge only moments earlier, now had stood in front of them a wall of black hearts. Yet for one brave father, he could only see dauntless threats. One thing prevented the safety of his family and for them he'd be willing to make himself the destroyer of worlds. They'd pay... or his life. Unfortunately, it came just to that, his death arriving swiftly from a slash to the chest courtesy of one of Vix's generals. His bravery wouldn't be in vain, however, as the son in that moment found one thing within himself: determination. Glorious determination.
Anyhow, the man's death meant little to Vix. He'd slain many men just as gallant as him, exceedingly brave but feverishly foolish. Now without much effort and swiftly like thieves in the night, Tungsten had become theirs. Such a victory called for celebration and the gold, vast in its reserves, was more than enough to pay off their debts to restore East Guild to more than a shadow of its former glory. The slaves collected were taken where they would later be sold in mass to awaiting buyers, the son included. From afar, he leered on as Vix deep in his drink would nearly fall from the stage in his rousing celebration, but he was an incredibly small piglet, his wrists like twigs. The drunken elvairy king again looked to his wife,
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In Aeternum
FantasyIn a world where people are born with magical abilities, a prideful prince likes to do things his way. But when he meets a pirate obliviant, a persecuted race born without magic, his world begins to change.
