Tralheim, Day 2190
A dark figure laughed, a crazy maniacal noise rattling around his throat. He coughed, a glob of phlegm spilling onto the floor.
The blood-tinged ball splattered, oozing into cracks and crevices like flowing water.
Damp and cold, moisture crawled through the tepid air. The opening to the outside world remained closed, to protect the man's cloister of seclusion. A sliver of light snuck past, squirming between a crack in the window's frame.
The man sat on an obsidian throne, a pattern of skulls carved into stone. He bore the trappings of a king, a dull gold crown adorning his head. To his chagrin, he had no subjects, no treasury, and no fame. Left behind and forgotten, he was a prisoner in his own kingdom.
"Even after everything I have done for this land... they judge me still." He smiled, or tried to. The muscles in his face had long since ceased to function, aging skin drooping.
"They do not remember me, their hero. I defeated their monsters, I united their people. Yet my deeds are forgotten, collecting dust as the chapters of my adventures lay unread." The man ranted to the darkness, an echo returning his anger.
"But... that will soon change." He cackled, another coughing fit overtaking him. More chunks of phlegm fell, a blob sliding from the sleeve of his rankled robe. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I will destroy the heroes encroaching upon my lands. These... adventurers think themselves strong, but they do not know true terror."
He paused, content with his monologue. Closing his eyes, the man sank back into his throne, a puff of dust clouding the air.
Then he whispered, a phrase that would have chilled the heart of any who heard it.
"The Gray King comes..."
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