Lord Hector stared at the map with longing. Soon it would all be his. All the lands he desired. Millions of people bent to his will.
"At the maps again, my lord? Planning something big?" asked Claude, his servant.
"Indeed. See these here?"
"Mountains. What of them?"
"Not merely mountains. Volcanoes."
"I don't follow, my lord."
"Of course you don't. Volcanoes provide obsidian to power my magic and that of the other warlocks."
"Splendid, my lord, but how will you mine it all?"
Lord Hector smiled. "The people. They will be my slaves."
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FantasyJewel has always enjoyed a life of wealth and privilege. Her parents want her to train to be a proper young lady fit for marriage, but she is only interested in partying as much as she can. They finally decide to send her away to a convent where she...
