The Dragon Kingdoms Rulers

The Dragon Kingdoms Rulers

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One day Storm the Dragon guard of the Railux Kingdom. Was outside walking around near The Blazing Kingdom. It was named this because of the element of the whole kingdom, aka the element fire. anyways, Storm was sent there to complete a mission. to "save" the brother of the prince of the Railux kingdom, but some people asked why he was sent there alone. But other then those people nobody really minded. Knowing he would be loved by Blaze and fix him mentally...
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When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

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