Year 560

“Emperor, the Xi have made their first incursions into Quala.” David remarks.
“(Sigh) It was only a matter of time I suppose. The damn bugs just can’t seem to be wiped out. Even with this floating fortress and the new airships we created. Have we lost Arat completely?”
“No, but the only city left is Regnik and its slowly in danger of becoming overrun. It probably won’t last another week despite the carpet-bombing we’ve done around the area. Quala is having problems as well and last reports stated that Warlord Sprog fell in battle.”

You sometimes wonder if the Xi are some sort force of nature taking everything back from the others races that have caused so much turmoil and strife. Like the other races had their day in the sun at some point and now it is the time of the Xi to rise to power. Of course you’ve never been one for giving into fate or “destiny”, so your main concern is how to deal with this seemingly unstoppable foe.

Fortunately after you took Telis (Now called Apex) from the gnomes, you found some rather interesting notes on how it might be possible and your brightest and best have been attempting to decipher them.

Technology wasn’t the only thing the gnomes were working on; they were also working on a bunch of stuff to do with biology. Apparently they had plans to design and release some sort of germ that would kill all the Xi.

Sounds like a blessing, but the problem is you have no idea how long that’s going to take. You have your inventors and doctors and wise people, but honestly they’re only going by a few found pieces of scraps and half thought out plans from a race of people now no longer around. Nobody has even had this sort of idea before; using unseen organism as weapons. But then nobody had the idea to create weapons that could destroy entire buildings or allow one unskilled peasant to murder an entire squad of swordsmen at one time either.

In the meantime, you’re still left with the same problem. You have to fend off the Xi from destroying the Empire. You’re doing your best, but you have to admit, the outlook is grim. Just as you’re about to give David your list of commands for the day and retire to your private abode, David tells you that you have an audience today.

“Audience? With who? I’m the only ruler left in the land and I doubt very seriously the Xi are wanting to speak with me about peace negotiations.” You say.
“No, it’s a regular citizen Emperor and know normally you don’t hold such audiences, but I thought in her case you might. It’s Jennifer.” David replies.
“Really? Well what does she want?”
“She didn’t say, other than wanting to see you. Should I tell her to reschedule?”
“No, I suppose I can spare the time to see what she wants and I could use a diversion from this Xi situation anyway.”

David nods and fetches Jennifer from the next room. You haven’t seen her in a while, but she still looks about the same, just a few extra gray hairs. You have to admit you’re mildly glad to see her after dealing with the Xi day in day out. After a few pleasant greetings you both go back to your private chambers to speak.

“So…it’s been a long time.” You say.
“It’s been about ten years since we were in the same room together.” Jennifer answers.
“Has it? Time really flies. As you probably know I’ve been a little busy. Apologies for not keeping in better contact.”
“No, it’s fine. Seriously, you’re the Emperor and keeping us all safe from hostile forces is a full time job. I always knew better than to expect that you’d be able to stay on constant contact.”
“Glad you understand. So where’s your family?”
“They are on the surface, my son really wanted to see the flying city, but his father…well let’s just say he wasn’t fond of the idea.” Jennifer says with a bit of hesitancy. It’s apparent that not everything is well with her marriage, but you don’t want to pry.
“I see…well tell your son that the Emperor has said he can see it any time its convenient. It isn’t like the place is off limits, just difficult to get to I suppose.”
“Indeed. Tickets for an airship here are expensive and not many have that sort of money to throw around anymore. Anyway about why I’m here, I’ve been working on another book.”
“Another one? So what is this one about?”
“About you actually. I need your input with it obviously considering you’re the main subject.”
“A book about me huh? Any reason why you wanted to write such a book?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re only one of the most important people in history. I mean there needs to be records of this for when…I mean so people don’t forget your deeds. I mean sometimes I have to argue with idiots at the museum who don’t know how good you’ve made things for them! At one time people used to view the Old Empire exhibit with wonder and questions. Now it seems all some of them want to do is criticize it and claim it’s nothing more than a pile of falsehoods and lies! Some of these dissidents have even been claiming this flying city is just an example of how you believe you’re so much better than they are!”
“Hmm, haven’t heard about too much dissident activity for quiet some time, but then the Eyes are stretched pretty thin these days.”
“Well some of these morons that enter the museum need to be rounded up! You’re not better than them because of a flying city; you’re better than them for a whole bunch of other reasons! Being a strong leader and making the tough decisions that in the long run are best for all of us! I intend for my book to reinforce the needed understanding of why the things you do are completely necessary. I’ve already managed to interview some people that have seen your greatness in action like Captain Renly and Admiral Len. Their testimony and others will make great additions, but the words from your own lips will be what’s most important!”

You’ve seen Jennifer get excited and fired up about things in the past, but you sort of figured such excitement would never be reserved for anything related to you ever again. You had thought that Jennifer had long since outgrown her “worship” of you when she got married and had a family, but either it never left and had been dormant or something has changed to cause it to revive such feelings again.

And if you had to guess you imagine it might have something to do with her marriage.

“Jennifer, while I’ve always appreciated your support, I doubt if any book is going to change a lot of minds. You even said not many people have disposable income these days to buy luxury items. You can’t let every loudmouth with an opinion get you so upset. I mean I’m glad you told me, and I’ll even get Crowley to have some Eyes look into matter and see if it’s a potential larger problem, but I think you’re really upset about something else.”
“Of course I am! I’m upset because I made the wrong choice! I followed some silly notion of wanting a normal life! I’m married to a man who has successfully sickened me with his criticism of the government and you to the point where I cannot even stand his touch anymore! I should’ve tried harder to serve you! I should’ve stayed with you! By your side! That’s where I belonged! I was a Mol and a Mol has always served their ruler loyally in whatever capacity they can!” Jennifer exclaims

You have no words. Even if you the whole story you probably still wouldn’t have the words. How can you condemn someone who obviously thinks so highly of you?

If you had more of an ego you’d just take advantage of the situation and let Jennifer write her book and fill it with propaganda and have the book be distributed for free, but you can’t help being a little grounded in reality even if it means shooting yourself in the foot.

While you don’t scold Jennifer for her slightly misguided loyalty, you do feel she has the right to know the whole truth so you start by telling the thing you never told anyone before.

“You know, Jacob Mol was loyal to the Empire, but not to the Emperor. Well at least not towards the end.” You say.
“What?” Jennifer asks.
“He personally killed the Emperor Casimir. Shot him in the back actually.”

Jennifer is speechless.

“Oh don’t judge your ancestor too harshly, he was only helping me at the time since I was doing a miserable job of attempting to kill the Emperor. Me and the true late svelk ruler of Lenay, Semra. It was a group effort I suppose and to be fair, Casimir was planning to have me killed despite my lifetime of loyalty.”

Jennifer continues to remain speechless.

“When we killed the Emperor, he unleashed a magic curse when he died which fucked up the rest of the land in various ways, regular folks know that event best as the Cataclysm.”

Jennifer is finally about to speak, but you put up your hand to let her know one more thing.

“The kicker of all this? A few years before Semra died she even told me the Xi were living undisturbed deep underground and it was only because of all the violent earthquakes that they turned their attention to the surface. ALL of what’s going on right now is my fault. Hell, even the fact that the gnomes were also planning to bomb us into oblivion is my fault. I can tell you more about that gruesomeness though and you could even get Renly to confirm it since he was there when one of those red capped bastards confronted me about it. I’m an usurper. A tyrant. A killer. And worse. And you know what? I’m perfectly fine with that.”

You move closer to Jennifer.

“Now then…how do you THINK the citizens would REALLY feel about their strong leader if they knew the truth from my own lips?”

Jennifer moves her own face closer to yours.

“It doesn’t matter, because I’m writing the damn thing how I want to.” Jennifer remarks.
“So true history doesn’t matter to you despite being dedicated to it?”
“History is written by those in power and the winners. Perhaps some of what you told me was a surprise, but do you think I didn’t have my suspicions that you probably had something to do with the death of the old Emperor? Your continued vagueness of the topic even years later was a give away. I’m not stupid. I know what you think of me. You probably believe me to be a mindless fanatic at worst or a misguided loyalist at best, but you couldn’t be more wrong. I am a true patriot. My family always has been. You even said it yourself my ancestor Jacob was loyal to the Empire, but he obviously saw its ruler as lacking to its greatness. He saw that greatness in YOU, otherwise he wouldn’t have helped you overthrow the Republic or even warn Quintus that you were going to kill him.”

Jennifer grabs your hand.

“I still see that greatness in you. I always have. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. Let me be by your side again. Like I should’ve been. Don’t send me back down to the surface. Let me stay and help.”

Jennifer looks at you hopefully and preying upon that small part of you that actually does have feelings. It’s just too bad; you don’t feel the same strong feelings as she does for you.
> You turn her away
While you might have some sympathy for Jennifer, honestly you don’t see any benefit of her being by your side. Are you supposed to just kill her husband and marry her or something? If Jennifer is having marital problems or going through a mid life crisis of some sort she’s going to have to work it out herself because you really haven’t the time or the patience for any of this sort of drama, you’ve got so much more on your mind right now. You don’t have a place for her in your cabinet and you don’t feel the same way that she feels about you and you’re not going to pretend otherwise.

“Jennifer, I appreciate your loyalty and your honesty. You will always be someone I have a certain fondness for, but you’re already serving the Empire and me well enough with your museum. I have no place for you here. Go home. Go back to your family and work it out with your husband or divorce him, whatever you wish.”

Jennifer is shocked by your response. She probably was so sure that you wouldn’t turn her away due to your history together.

“You…you’re turning me away?” Jennifer asks.
“I’m turning your proposal away. Look, we had our time together, but that time has passed and there is no point in going back to that. Nowadays, my mind is preoccupied with the Xi, my body is in constant pain, and to be honest I’m probably not going to live too much longer. You still have a long life ahead of you, enjoy it while you can. Don’t squander it with some delusional concept of loyalty and duty. I know you’re probably surprised to hear someone like me say that, but I’m speaking from personal experience. I spent a good chunk of my life serving a man and a system that ultimately cared nothing for me. Then I was locked in a fucking magical coffin for five centuries. Now towards the end of my life, I’ve got all the freedom and choice in the world as Emperor, yet I can’t really enjoy any of it because I’m an ancient pile of broken bones. Can’t even hold a sword for very long anymore, let alone practice with one.”
“I could…” Jennifer starts to say, but you interrupt.
“No. You CAN’T help. Not with this. What I want isn’t obtainable. I want my youth back. I want MY Empire back. I want my Alison back. You can’t provide any of these. Everything I know is dead and has been for quite some time and the only thing keeping me going is my stubborn innate will to survive and to win. I can’t let the Xi beat me, so I will see this through for as long as I can. But you can’t help me with that either. So as I have said, go back Jennifer. Live your own life. You did it before I came into your life and you were doing it after we parted ways years ago. You can easily do it again. I know you’re strong enough to do so.”

Jennifer’s eyes are watered up with tears, she’s trying very hard not to cry, but she’s failing. You touch her shoulder.

“Even Jacob knew when to stop serving his ruler.” You say.

Jennifer wipes away her tears and sniffles a bit. It takes her a moment to compose herself, but eventually she does and gives you a serious look. You expect her to either start cussing you out or telling you that she understands. She surprises you again.

“I will go my Emperor. (sniffle) If you say I have no place here, then I shall redouble my efforts to prove myself.” Jennifer says.
“Jennifer, that’s not what I meant…”
“No, I understand. My place is at the museum and educating the ignorant masses and making them see the light of your greatness. I will continue to work on my book and I will distribute it throughout the Empire so that everyone will know of your hardships and the sacrifices you made and continue to make to keep us all safe.”

You don’t really have a response. You can see she isn’t going to be swayed despite your best efforts to get through to her.

“Thank you, my Emperor. I see what must be done now.” Jennifer says, grabs your hand one last time and kisses it before leaving.

And you are alone again.

For a while you ponder what Jennifer will do or what she has planned. You wonder if maybe you should’ve just indulged the girl and allowed her to stay. Would it really have been an inconvenience? Maybe, maybe not, in any case it’s done and after a short rest you return to the business of combating the Xi.

A few weeks later you receive word from one of your scientists that in order to work on the disease to kill the Xi, experiments are going to have to be done on captured Xi. Naturally you agree that a few forces can be set-aside for capture missions and think nothing more of it.

Life continues much as it always has for you.

Year 563

You look over your balcony and stare at the grand view of the surface below. Complete and utter desolation of what remains of your Empire.

You had the plague released to kill the Xi a year ago and its affects are still being felt. Small porcelain bombs of infection meant for the Xi dropped from airships ended up doing their job well enough, but unfortunately your scientists failed to take extra precautions.

The plague mutated or evolved, or whatever it did, it spread and infected your people as well. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but eventually hundreds followed by thousands of Empire citizens were sick and eventually dying. Rask, Quala, Nalin, nowhere was safe even a small case hit Apex. Your closest advisor David died of it just recently. Oddly you haven’t got sick despite suffering from your increasing frailties of old age. Not even a symptom. Perhaps you have your Eternal roots to thank for such immunities.

Elves were hit the hardest by the disease whenever they caught it. There almost aren’t even many left now. Even as resilient as orcs normally are, they’ve been suffering from the plague as well. The only ones who seem to be doing okay are the kobolds of all beings. If the plague continues to be as effective as it has been, that’s all your Empire will consist of.

If the plague wasn’t enough, a lot of those that haven’t fallen ill have decided to blame you personally for all this. You’ve got mass riots all across the Empire, despite the Eyes valiantly attempting to maintain control of the situation. You’re just glad Sightmaster Crowley didn’t succumb to the plague (yet).

And to top it all a small group of your citizens have taken it upon themselves to enact their own brand of vigilante justice on dissidents. This group is lead by Jennifer of all people. She finished her book called “Eternal Defender” and distributed it for free throughout the Empire, well as much as it could be under the circumstances. It doesn’t really matter though since the group actively goes around like religious missionaries preaching about your “virtues” and even that the plague is evidence of how the unworthy are being culled from the true believers. From what you’ve heard, the museum she once ran is now practically a temple and her husband is dead. (You have no idea how)

You do nothing to stop her delusions or her group. It wouldn’t matter and on a practical level she’s helping contain the chaos. That’s all she ever wanted, to help. You can imagine that she’s out there night and day preaching fanaticism in your name and hoping that it will somehow please you and invite her back to Apex and “ascend to the heavens.”

That won’t happen though. Nowadays you just want to live out the rest of your years in solitude. You did everything you could to resurrect the Empire, and just as you did over five centuries ago, you’ve practically destroyed it again. Makes you wonder what the hell the point was.

You look forward to the day when you’re free of this damn broken down old body and this world. You’re tired of being Emperor. It hasn’t been any fun, but then maybe it wasn’t supposed to be. Maybe your “quest” to be Emperor was a lot more desirable than the actual goal. Which makes your decision to help assassinate Casimir an example of complete foolishness on your part. Perhaps it would’ve been better for the Empire if you had just let Casimir kill you…if that is indeed what he had in store for you. You’ve allowed yourself believe that was the case and it probably was, but still…there’s that one part of you that has always wondered if Semra wasn’t just lying and you fell for it.

If she was lying, then she got the last laugh on you.

“Wait a minute…no she didn’t. She’s fucking dead and I’m still here. She got eaten by the damn Xi.” You say to yourself then you think about that a little longer.

You think about how they must’ve easily eviscerated her withered old helpless body. Probably dissolving her insides, sucking them up and then taking the bloody slop back to their Xi maggot babies to feed on via regurgitation. Leaving nothing more than a husk behind. Everything she was just gone, and in such an undignified manner and how she must’ve suffered the entire time.

Then you start to laugh.

You laugh for a long time…


Normally you don’t do this, because repelling projectiles actually takes more focus than flinging fireballs or putting up a shield in the first place, but if you can take out all the guns firing on you with their own bullets then you’ll get the breather you need.

You refocus the shield and sure enough the bullets are repelled back towards the guns that are firing on you. It isn’t an exact hit, but enough of them hit their own guns (or in some cases the gunner) enough that it puts them out of commission, other bullets either go flying off wildly into the air or into other parts of the airship. In any case you hit something that causes problem since you see and hear minor explosions, which the gnomes are probably busily trying to contain. The airship shudders in the sky a bit, but it isn’t falling out of sky, which it probably would have done if you’d lobbed hunks of fire at it.

Taking advantage of the respite, your soldiers take what explosives they’ve found on the bodies of the gnomes, pile them up against the building’s door and you hurl a ball of fire at it. Naturally it not only explodes spectacularly, but it also succeeds in destroying a couple of golems that were waiting to ambush you. You and the other run inside, before the airship above you manages to get its guns working again.

When you get inside you see that the building consists of a lot of desks and generally laid out like a bureaucratic office. You briefly think that maybe this was all for nothing and your hunch was wrong, but sure enough when an automated repeated pops up out of the floor and puts several holes into one of Renly’s platoon and more golems appear from other trapdoors in the floor you’re fairly certain you’re still on the right track.

You and Renly’s ever dwindling platoon take care of your assailants though at this point they’re probably hoping there aren’t too many more.

“Glad this building doesn’t have multiple floors.” One soldier remarks.
“It still might, those golems came out of the floor. There might be several basement levels.” Renly points out.
“It can’t go too far down, the city is flying in the air now. It’s not going to be a Derro complex.” You say peering door one of the trapdoors.
“Derro?” Renly asks.
“Oh. Before your time I suppose. They were a subterranean race that were primarily hostile isolationists and had a knack for technology. Sort of like the current gnomes I suppose. I always wondered if they were related in some way to be honest.” You answer.
“And they were enemies?”
“Allies actually. Well… such as they were. Anyway I imagine whatever is causing this city to fly would be located right under it, so we might as well start searching there especially since the rest of this building looks more like an oversized office rather than any example of engineering.

You all descend down one of the trap doors and find yourself in some small narrow corridors. Not so small that you can’t move around, but certainly small enough that you all have to crouch down. Even at the best of times your body aches, this bending and stooping routine just makes it worse for you. The corridors are also filled with a light steam with gears, pumps and other manner of machinery that you assume are keeping this city afloat. A noisy hum and the occasional jarring metal on metal screeches also surround you and you briefly wonder just how much solid stone floor is between you and the sky right now.

“Guess the gnomes designed this part of the city.” Renly says.
“Never thought I’d say this, but I wish we were kobolds right about now.” Another soldier remarks.
“Alright let’s focus. The good thing about this corridor is I can easily shield us from any attack from the front or the back but you’re all going to have to fire upon on any enemy that attacks us. If I start throwing magic bolts or whatever around here I’m libel to damage something severely and send this thing crashing to the ground with us in it.

You travel the corridors for what you believe to be an hour at least. It twists and turns, but you remain convinced that SOMEWHERE down here is a control room. In the meantime more gnomes attempt to stop you and while they have better maneuverability your shield continues to protect everyone and you fend off attacks.

“At least they’re just sticking with guns now.” One of the soldiers says.
“They don’t really have choice, explosives or those flame weapons would damage all these gears that are involved in holding up the place.” Renly remarks.

While your followers make minor comments about the situation, you begin to notice a slight change in surroundings. The mist that fills the corridors is dissipating, the floors have become steel and now there are actual walls coving the previously exposed engineering. It suddenly occurs to you that the gnomes hadn’t actually finished this place up yet and you are now seeing the areas that took priority.

“We’re near the control room.” You say.
“We are?” Renly says.
“I’m sure of it.”
“Wouldn’t there be more defenses?”
“I said I think we’re near it, we’re not actually there yet. For all we know the actual control room has shit we’ve never seen before.” You answer.

“Oh it does, Eternal. It does. Come on in and see.” You hear a voice say nearby. You and the others look around and at each other.

“Just continue a little bit forward and turn the corner. Don’t worry, you’ve killed all of my people, but then you always were an expert at such things weren’t you?” the voice says.

When you follow the voice you enter a room filled with a bunch of technical equipment and machines. You no idea what any of it does, but its certainly a technological feat that you’ve only seen matched by Marik when he was growing tank babies.

Also in the room a single gnome sitting in a chair dressed in the traditional leather uniform you’ve seen others of his kind wearing. He also sports the same bushy facial hair and red cap they all seem to favor. The only main thing that causes him to stand out is that he’s obviously older than the ones you’ve been fighting and he’s wearing explosives around his waist with a wire attached to another device he’s gripping tightly in his hand.

The other thing that stands out is that he is completely unconcerned about you or your soldiers pointing their weapons at him.

“You know, this really was one of our greatest works. (Sigh) It’s going to be a shame to destroy it, but anything is better than letting it fall into your hands. Can’t let a gnome killer like you have it can we?” the gnome remarks.
“You speak as if you know me and I don’t mean by my present reputation. You speak as if you know me from the past.” You say.
“Oh not personally, but my family’s ancestors told me stories about you. Yeah, great ancestor Klemto made sure the story got passed down so that something like Gnome’s Home could never happen again. One of the few gnomes you didn’t manage to round up and have systematically slaughtered.”
“Well I see your mind is made up, no point in debating the issue.” You answer.
“Oh no, please I’d LOVE to hear your defense on the matter. I could use a good laugh before I blow us all up.”

At this point having one of your soldiers shoot him would be counter productive, he’d just release the switch when he died. Rushing the gnome would likely have the same result

Your only option is to cast a freeze spell and encase his hand in a solid block of ice. The problem with that right now is you’re exhausted. You’d have to stall for a little time so you could muster up the energy to do it right now.

So you stall for time and engage the gnome in conversation.

“I was just following orders.” You say.
“Really now? That’s your defense?” the gnome asks.
“It’s not a defense because I don’t think I have anything to defend against. The Emperor…Casimir hated your kind. Not I. Why he hated your people so intensely I cannot say because I never fully understood the depths of it. He gave reasons, but as I said I believe there was more to it. It doesn’t matter though, since I merely acted on his orders.”
“So you were just a blindly loyal soldier just doing your duty eh?”
“At the time yes. Look, if you want me to beg for my life, you’ll not get it here. I didn’t begin my life as an Eternal begging so I’m certainly not going to end my life begging.”

“I see…I suppose I should’ve known your arrogance and lack of emotions would prevent you from such actions…” the gnome remarks, but you cut him off.
“Funny you should say that. Since I would think someone with the same arrogance and lack of emotions would understand.” You say.
“What?!”
“THIS! This flying fortress! And all your airships! You really expect me to believe you designed them for peaceful purposes?”
“We had to protect ourselves!”
“Against the Xi, yes I can see that, but you’ve been bombing us as well and we didn’t even declare war on you!”
“Bah! You would have eventually! And your pathetic attempt at comparing us bombing your soldiers and you rounding up gnome civilians for slaughter is laughable.”
“I wasn’t actually, I’d say that would be closer to what you did to the original citizens of this city. So what did you do with Telis’ original citizens?”

The gnome begins to get annoyed.

“Nothing. This city was always ours!”
“Bullshit. Maybe this place was wrapped in mystery, but not to such a degree that it wasn’t known that humans lived here. Or at least they USED to live here. Just looking at the buildings and one can tell that this place was originally designed for humans rather than the smaller architecture that make up these corridors. So how did you go about it? I’m actually curious how you managed to wipe out an entire city without anyone getting a hint of what was going on. I know from your reputation that you don’t associate with other races any longer so I can only assume that you had the citizens of this city done away with long before you actually moved in and started making this place into a flying city. Perhaps maybe like something similar that was done to the gnomes?”

The gnome now actually gets off his chair and both of his hands are balled up in anger, which is good since you want him to grip that kill switch as tight as possible.

“It was a completely different situation!” the gnome exclaims.
“Was it? Your ancestor said we rounded gnomes up to be slaughtered, what he probably didn’t know since he avoided capture is HOW we did it. We didn’t just kill them. We completely obliterated their souls. It’s what the Emperor wanted. Then again, you lot probably didn’t go that far…no magical skill to speak of, I guess that’s why you like your mechanical toys so much…”
“You’re going to pay for your crimes you evil bastard. When I release this switch my only regret is going to be that you won’t suffer!”
“No doubt. But it’s a shame that the real culprit won’t taste your justice after you blow us all up.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the main executioner. Maybe I rounded some up and killed a few and the Emperor gave the orders, but there was one in particular who was enjoying the job around the clock. She’s still alive too you know, or maybe you didn’t. She isn’t very mobile or social these days. All I’ll say is she’s a svelk and she’s the mother of that bitch that currently runs Lenay, well assuming Lenay hasn’t been overrun by the Xi…”
“ENOUGH! This ends now!” the gnome yells getting ready to release the switch.

“Truer words have never been spoken.” You say and cast a blast of frost at the gnome’s left hand and fortunately you encase his whole arm in ice before he can release his hand from the switch. You collapse on the floor just from that small feat of magic. You really need to rest.

The gnome desperately tries to break the ice, but the remaining two soldiers from the platoon restrain and knock him out.

“Take this little shit topside and throw him off the city. Renly and I will try to figure out the controls to this thing. And do it quickly, that arm won’t stay frozen and there still might be some gnomes running around.” You say and drag yourself to sit up against a nearby wall.

“Emperor are you okay?!” Renly asks.
“I’m fine. Just very very tired. And unfortunately my work isn’t even done yet…” you answer.

“But just maybe this thing will make it easier at least.”
> You mysteries revealed (Notes on Telis and Gnome Plans)
After successfully bringing Telis under control and eliminating the gnomes still in the city and either driving off or destroying the nearby airships, several notes, books and journals are found and it’s a veritable treasure trove of information solving more than a few mysteries and indeed confirming some of your own suspicions.

Telis was mostly inhabited by humans (and perhaps a few elves) and it’s technological bent was due to its proximity to Marik’s old factory. Apparently during the initial days of the Cataclysm, many managed to take refuge in the place and the survivors in time founded Telis.

One of the journals is extremely old, nearly destroyed and barely legible, but you manage to make out that the writing is derro on the few pages it has left. And to your surprise its must be Marik’s. There’s no name, but the type of language used and some of the references signify that it could only be him.

One of the more… coherent entries catches your attention.

Entry 101

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I do everything around here and those ignorant fucking surfacers appreciate nothing! I don’t need this shit! I’m a fucking shit king! I mean I’m king of shit! I don’t have to play third fiddle to some fucking eternal and his svelk bitch! I’M the damn fucker! The KING OF THE FUCKERS!

I need to remember to eat today.

Who the fuck does he think he is telling me my creations are no match for him? Fuck him! Fuck him with a fucking horse dick! Dick! Dick! DICK! I know what I’ll do! I’ll slaughter them all! Drown ‘em in their tanks! That’ll teach them for failing me! And then I’m leaving this shithole and then the Emperor will see his lack of vision for listening to his idiotic so called son! FUCK THAT SVELK FUCKER!

Perhaps I should work on dirt golems. Why not? There are stone ones and iron ones. Why not dirt? There’s a bunch of dirt! I could create a fuckload of them! And then I could be a FUCKING MASTER!

Must remember to take this journal with me. This is good stuff.

The remaining pages contain a lot of drawings of schematics and similar things that you guess went through Marik’s insane mind, but nothing more about the “tank babies” who you assume Marik had killed like he mentions he would.

You can only assume Marik himself must’ve died during the initial chaos of the Cataclysm due to the fact that his journal was found by the survivors hiding out there. Probably killed during the violent earthquakes and shockwaves that caused cave-ins and tunnel collapses.

Getting back to Telis, the place managed to maintain a better standing due to not falling into the dark ages so easily and by staying closely guarded. When the svelk founded Lenay, Telis became even more unwelcoming to strangers and effectively closed its doors too all.

Or at least it did until the gnomes founded the Redcap Kingdom.

Despite the gnome’s new outlook on life they noticed that due to Telis being the only other closed society that embraced technology they secretly made contact with them. Telis was suspicious at first, but due to similarities, in time the rulers of the city became more open to the idea of trade and even visits.

It would be a grave mistake on their part. The population of Telis was indeed annihilated by the gnomes, though apparently it was an insidious process. Worthy of a svelk actually.

They slowly and gradually poisoned the water supply. Not to a degree that people were dying instantly either. Just to a point where apparently they couldn’t reproduce anymore and in many cases a lowering of intelligence as well. Over the decades, eventually when the population was low enough, the gnomes offered “help” and then proceeded to exterminate the rest in a more traditional fashion. From there, they worked on turning the entire city into a flying fortress. You wonder why they just didn’t do this with one of their own cities, but if you had to guess, their own cities were under constant attack by the Xi (especially underground) making ongoing work problematic (Hence their hasty attempt to get this one up and running when the Xi started becoming more of a problem in Arat)

From what you can tell this all started before you were even dug up. At least according to Flemto Zookwinkle’s journal here. (What a silly name) You’re guessing he’s the one that confronted you and is now nothing more than a bloody red spot on the ground.

You’ve found some other plans and scraps of info about what the gnomes were up to recently as well, but a lot of it is pretty technical and some of it looks biological. Specifically Xi. Maybe they were looking to poison the Xi somehow too.

In any event, you decide to let your inventors and doctors take a closer look at the mess and maybe they can figure out how to apply it.


Probably a fool’s task, but if you survive this you’re going to have to still deal with the Xi. A flying fortress would give a significant advantage.

You stop using your own energy to support your mages and refocus on a creating a personal shield around yourself. You give the order for everyone to get out of your way or grab on to Telis if they can.

It isn’t too bad, most of your mages hold their own, and continue to protect a majority of the army, but its yourself that you’re concerned about as you attempt to reach Telis which is slowly becoming completely airborn. You ride your horse as hard to the point where it probably isn’t going to survive after you intend to make a leap forward off of it.

You pass your soldiers, you pass the Xi fighting them, you pass over the torn up ground from the battle and bombs and you look up and see Telis escaping your reach.

“No, I’ve come too far!” you say and you stand on top of your horse, nearly falling off in the process while still attempt to upkeep your shield…

You make the jump towards the city and manage to grab ahold of one half of Telis’ front gate doors which is currently hanging off its hinges. Your shield is down, your body hurts and you’re practically deaf from all the explosions going on around you.

You hang on for dear life as the ground gets further away and attempt to climb up, but your strength is failing you and even if it wasn’t the door is slowly loosing its weak attachment to the rest of the city.

“Shit! Shit! No! No! No! Not like this! Fuck! Hate this weakness!” you exclaim as you prepare to either lose your grip or for the door comes loose. And you doubt you’ll be in any condition to “repair” yourself when you take this long fall.

Fortunately it doesn’t come to that.

“Emperor! Take my hand!” a human soldier shouts and reaches over the side. You waste no time in accepting his help and soon a couple of other soldiers help him lift you up just in time for the door to fall to the ground.

After catching your breath and assuring the soldiers that helped you that you’re fine, you get a better assessment of your surroundings.

“Okay first things first, what’s your name so I know what to call you.”
“Lieutenant Renly, my Emperor and this what’s left of my platoon.” Renly says and waves his arm to six other soldiers. “We’re not the only ones here, I believe there’s a couple of orc platoons further in the city. They’re probably fighting the Xi that managed to get in or combating the gnome clockwork golems. Hell even the teams of gnomes with their rapid repeaters isn’t something you want to deal with and that’s not even counting the ones probably trying to spot us from the nearby airships.”
“So wait, are there no humans or regular citizens in this place?” you ask.
“Not from what anyone can tell. It’s like the whole place is empty other than the Xi, the gnomes and us. Unless the Telis citizens are all hiding somewhere.”
“Or maybe the gnomes did something to them all. Well it doesn’t matter we need to figure out where the hell the controls are for this thing. We get control and we can get rid of those airships with a lot more ease.”
“Not sure where something like that would be located Emperor.”
“That’s easy, we keep moving towards the areas that have most of the little bastards and their damned contraptions. It’s going to be the most heavily defended place because it’s the most important thing in the world to them.”
“Well then I believe we should take a left down that street over here. Saw a gnome patrol accompanied by two clockworks not long ago.”
“Okay, but when possible we should probably stick to the back alleys. Don’t need one of those airships floating by and spotting us. In fact our best chance is to do this as stealthily as possible. A rare tactic for us I know, but our main task is getting control of this thing.”

You, Renly and the rest of his platoon make your way towards where you hope some sort of master control is located. Along the way, you see the remnants of where small skirmishes have already taken place. Bodies riddled with bullets or in some cases chopped up. They’re mostly bodies of the Xi, but some of your soldiers as well. You don’t see any gnome casualties other than pieces of their golems.

The sounds of battle can still be heard throughout the city, but it gets concerning when the sounds get less infrequent, since that means the gnomes are probably mopping up invaders to their city, which means less distraction for them.

Your attempts at sneaking around are fairly successful. As you stealthily avoid these patrols, you finally see the gnomes and you can’t get over how radically they’ve changed. With their dark red caps, goggles and stylish leather uniforms, they couldn’t look anymore different than their pathetic ancestors that you helped round up centuries ago to have their souls utterly obliterated.

Really though, after an event like that and who knows what else during the Cataclysm you suppose it shouldn’t be surprising that the gnomes decided they wouldn’t be victims and became hostile towards other races. Let alone rely on other societies to defend them any longer.

They shaped their own destiny and you can certainly respect and even admire that; after all you never hated them. That was the Emperor. You were just following orders at the time.

Eventually the gnome patrols are getting too thick and you can’t really properly proceed without engaging the enemy. Just as well, you were getting sick of acting like a shadow.

“Alright, everyone get ready, because it’s going to be killing time from here on in. I’ll take the lead on this.” You say.
“Emperor, shouldn’t you stay behind us so we can better protect you?” Renly replies.
“While I appreciate the sentiment, I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have, if anything you all should try to stay behind me and in cover until I clear out most of the rabble. Don’t worry, I may be old, but I’m not out of this yet. And if you all survive this, you’ll all be getting promotions and whatever else I think might be an appropriate reward, so it behooves you all to listen to me if you want to reap the benefits of this situation.”

With this understanding, Renly and his platoon follow your lead. Still unseen, you take advantage of a group of gnomes tanding around with their clockwork creations.

You unleash a flurry of fireballs, which not only has the desired effect of killing some of the gnomes outright, but also causing an explosion due to their hand thrown bombs they carry on them The explosion takes care of the golems.

“That’s one group down, but the rest aren’t going to be as easy!” you say and advance with a shield up.

Not easy is correct because the little bastards start coming out in full force. You just try not to get surrounded. The unrelenting repeater weapons are bad enough, but the gnomes also come out with weapons that emulate some of your spells! A single gnome who managed to sneak up on two of Renly’s men blasts them with some sort of weapon that emits flames. Renly shoots the gnome in the head before turning his attention to grab one of the repeaters from a nearby dead gnome.

“They’re all coming out of that big red building, that’s probably where we need to go! Come on!” you shout and take out another golem.”

During the carnage you think back to how you used to mainly use your sword during battles. During this one, you haven’t even used it yet. In fact you haven’t done so for so long, you wonder if you’d even be able to use it effectively anymore. Granted in this situation like this you’ve practically got no choice but to rely on your magic, still though you miss the good old days.

The closer you get to the building, the waves of gnomes lessens, until you see one of them close the door just as the last few golems are shot to pieces. The sky above you grows darker and you notice an airship looming overhead. They don’t throw bombs at you, but they certainly unleash a volley of gunfire, which manages to kill another one of Renley’s platoon before he and the rest can get into cover.

As for you, your shield is working just fine, but you need to get into that building which is probably locked and barricaded. You aren’t going to be able to blast it open with that airship firing at you.
> You launch a fireball at the airship
Best way to get them to stop shooting at you is to return the favor with superior firepower literally.

You unleash a torrent of fireballs at the airship, which land all over the place. Some hit the gun shooting at you, which causes it to explode. In fact other your hits cause several explosions and then one large one creating a blast that knocks you down on the ground even from you were standing.

The airship is in flames and falling out of the sky, unfortunately since it was directly hovering over the city that means it’s crashing into it. You scramble off your feet and hope to find some sort of cover and maybe at least get away from where the major impact is going to be.

You keep your barrier up to protect yourself from the falling debris, but Renly and the others have no chance at all especially when the airship begins hitting the larger buildings causing them to collapse and setting what looks to you like the whole sky ablaze.

When the airship finally hits the city surface it is engulfed by fire and the impact strikes your barrier so hard that even you are pushed away by the force. Your entire body hits the ground and you lose concentration of your spell. Fire is all around you and you pass out.

You never wake up to experience Telis falling out the sky and causing an even greater explosion on the surface.


As high as you currently are, the beast is still several times higher and should easily be a perfect target.

You concentrate and as you do you begin to feel little charges and sparks around you and the air begins to have a faint smell of electricity. As dark as the sky is with the beast blocking the sun with its size, the sky gets even darker when storm cloud gather.

You directly unleash a blast of lightning right at one of the creature’s heads. It must be enough to addle what passes for brains in the creature, because the serpentine head begins to flail back and forth making an incredibly loud bellow and knocking into the other head and taking it off its concentrated effort to destroy your fleet. Then a rumbling comes from the sky and you’re nearly blinded by the light show that occurs next.

With the storm clouds, the creature takes several lightning strikes to both of its heads. If the creature wasn’t in pain or addled before, it certainly is now. Its roaring of pain is so great that it’s practically deafening. You don’t let up though, you continue to summon the lightning and that’s when you learn that you only have so much control over nature. The lightning strikes begin going all over the place. Some hit your ships, so hit the water and some continue to hit the beast.

You struggle to direct the lightning, but your energy ebbs quickly as you fail to do so and you take a direct bolt yourself. It’s a quick and odd feeling. You feel a great deal of pain, followed by a warm sensation and then you briefly realize you’ve fallen from the crow’s nest, which was completely destroyed by the blast.

You then feel extreme agony when you not only crash onto the deck of the ship, but also through it. You land on some barrels though all you know is when you land you heard a snap and a numbness wash over your body.

And that’s when you know; you’re paralyzed from the neck down.

You hear the sounds of battle continue all around you, some of the crew that were manning the cannons on the lower deck call for help when they see you, but there’s nothing anyone can do to help you. Everything’s blurry, you’ve probably got a concussion, and death has never been so close to you since you fought the Emperor.

You’re going to fall asleep and your body will sink under the water when the ship is inevitably destroyed. There the fish will eat you or possibly the creatures you’re fighting will eat you. Its possible Crowley might step up and take command of the Empire, but after him? You don’t see it lasting very long. Your own legacy will eventually be forgotten and that will be the story of you.

That is if you had any intention on dying today.

“Get away from me and get back to fighting, you’re not done yet!” You weakly command the crewmembers that are standing around gawking at you.

You remember the lessons the Emperor taught you about healing yourself. At this point you’re in dire need of A LOT of healing and you imagine you’ll easily be shortening your life span quite a bit in the process, but then you aren’t supposed to be alive right now anyway.

You focus again. You will your body to mend itself together. In your weakened state you’re drifting in and out of consciousness already, but somehow you manage to push through it and feel the magic doing its work.

You start to feel your body again. You’re wracked with pain, but you can feel again. You try to get up, but you’re still just too weak and drained. You see a fishman coming down the ship’s stairway and alert your crew with a shout. The last thing you see is the thing coming at you before you pass out.

“Lover? Have you finally come to join me?” you hear a voice ask.
“Huh? Who is that?”
“It’s me, of course.”

You open your eyes and see Semra hovering over you. She looks exactly like you remember well except she happens to be completely naked right now. (Though you remember that too)

“Shit, I’m dead after all.” You say. “And given that you’re here I must be in some sort of hell.”
“Ah, I missed that dry sense of humor. I also missed this.” Semra remarks and you feel a hand on your crotch.

Normally you’d probably push her away, but given everything you just went through you figure that if this is your personal hell, you could certainly do worse. Just as you’re about to give in completely, Semra’s head is cleaved in with a single sword blow. Blood splatters all over you and her body slumps lifelessly onto your own.

“Is this what you fucking want? I thought you were stronger than that! The man I married never gave up!” another familiar voice says.

After pushing Semra’s dead body off of you, you look up and see Alison in all her warrior maiden glory. You never thought you’d ever see her again though you wish she were in a happier mood.

“Alison I…”
“Nope, don’t even try to make an excuse! I caught you and you’re not getting off that easy. I’m doing this for your own good!”

You see Alison’s sword coming straight at your head, but you don’t attempt to dodge, instead you sit up to meet the sword half way…

And you wake up with a splitting headache and your body still hurting all over.

“Hah, told you he was going to wake up. He’s not called an Eternal for no reason you know. You owe me two gold pieces Sprog!” Len exclaims.
“Sprog owes you what?”
“Erm, nevermind. Welcome back to the living Emperor. Everyone wasn’t sure if you were going to make it or not, but I had a feeling you might.”
“Bah, should’ve died. Was a glorious battle. Be great honor to die in such a battle.” Sprog remarks.
“Oh really? Then why didn’t you make more of an effort to die then?” Len asks.
“Sprog still need to produce more children first, now more than ever since three sons died on other ships. Must ensure legacy!” Sprog says and walks away.

You look around and find yourself still on the lower deck of your personal ship. You guess that nobody wanted to move you for fear of doing more damage to you body. It’s a mess on the lower deck and there’s still a hole from where you crashed through, but obviously the ship survived the battle. As you sit up, you nearly lay back down due to the pain. A volley of expletives soon follows.

“Easy there! While I know you just survived something no man should have, I’m pretty sure taking a direct hit from a lightning bolt and crashing through the deck of a ship from a great height still has to be painful. In fact its odd, but you even look a little older because of the experience.”

“You have no idea…” you remark.
“Insisting on fighting that beast had to be the single most insane things I’ve ever seen, but while I was personally afraid I can’t help but admire it. Despite him believing you were going to die, I know Sprog certainly admired it.” Len says.
“He probably hoped I was going to die. Still glad to see he’s honorable enough that he didn’t try to take advantage and kill me while I was unconscious though. Glad to see you didn’t either.”
“I was a smuggler, not a murderer. Besides I don’t think anything I could do would actually kill you anyway after seeing what you just survived.”
“So did we win? I can only assume us still being afloat means we won…unless we’ve retreated…”

Len gives an apprehensive look before answering.

“Well…yes and no. Technically we won, though I’m not sure if we actually killed that sea monster. After you crashed through the deck of the ship, the fishmen continued to scale the ship, but the sea monster continued to be hit by lightning. It eventually sank back beneath the waters, but like I said, I dunno if we killed it or it just swam away. Soon after that happened the fishmen stopped attacking too.”
“But?”
“But, other than this ship and a couple of others straggling along side us your fleet is gone, along with all of your people aboard them. We had patch up several holes they managed to put in this ship and we’re only sailing at half speed due to all the broken masts, but we’ll make it back to Nalin okay barring any other attacks of course.”

You curse again, but this time it’s more at yourself rather than the pain you’re in. You wasted a lot of troops and resources on this endeavor for no real prize. You didn’t even acquire any new territory. You think back to Trog’s words again about getting old and knowing your limitations, well you certainly learned that lesson today hard.

“Well I suppose it isn’t all bad, you did teach those fish creatures that you’re not to be trifled with. It was like a battle between gods when you unleashed lightning on that beast’s heads. They might think twice about popping up on your shores now.” Len says in an attempt to cheer you up.
“We can only hope I suppose.” You answer.

The first thing you do when you get back home is try to rest. You do so for as much as you’re able for weeks and while you do eventually recover, you’re never quite the same again. You’ve visibly gotten older due to the healing magic and it only did so much, you’re still experiencing dull aches and pains on a daily basis. Worse than you did before you went on the mission. You’ll never be like you were. Those days are long gone.

On the bright side, there have been no more sightings of fish people on the coasts, so perhaps your venture was fruitful after all, unless they’re biding their time and trying to regroup which is exactly what you’d do, so naturally you’ve ordered the building of a new fleet along with proper naval training for potential sailors.

Of course if the fishy people are no longer a threat that still means Trog’s vision of a relentless enemy still looms. Which means it’s either the Xi Hive or an as of yet unknown enemy.

More things to look forward to as you approach your twilight years.
> You jennifer's visit (A friendly face for once)
“I told you I don’t want any visitors and I’m not dealing with anything today, I’m resting!” you tell David as you wince from the aches all over your body.
“I know, but under the circumstances, I thought you might make an exception for this person. It’s Jennifer Mol, my Emperor.”
“Really? Well what does she want?” you ask.
“I think she heard what happened and just wants to see you.”

Despite your pain, you suppose you can spare the time for Jennifer.

“Alright send her in.”

You take a seat and mumble about the sharp pain in your back when Jennifer enters your room. She notices your discomfort immediately and walks briskly towards you.

“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Not really, but there’s nothing you can do. Don’t worry about it. Good to see you.”
“I had to come to see if you were as wounded as I had heard. I also heard that you had a great battle with a sea monster?”
“Well, I did have a battle with a sea monster and I also managed to paralyze myself in the process, fortunately magic has its advantages.” You say.
“Paralyze?!”
“Yes, but as I said magic has its benefits. Look, its all been taken care of. I’ll just have to put up with a few more aches and pains now, but I’m alive and still functional and that’s the important thing.”
“I suppose so. I’m guessing you succeeded against those fish people then?”
“Well there haven’t been any more sightings, so I certainly hope that’s the case. I regret to inform you that Delerg no longer exists in any form though, its nothing but water now. I remember you once expressed a desire to explore the islands at one time.” You say.
“Oh yes, I did. I sort of gave up on that idea though when I realized it wasn’t possible. Sometimes you just realize those sorts of things you know?”

Jennifer says that like she’s talking about something more than just Delerg. Like your former relationship.

“Heh, but then of course in your case I suppose everything is possible for you.” Jennifer adds.
“Not getting severely injured seems to still elude me as well as getting old…bah I don’t want to dwell on this shit anymore. Tell me about what you’ve been up to.”

“Oh! Well nothing important, I mean certainly nothing as exciting as protecting the Empire from external threats.” Jennifer remarks.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s important to me, I’m genuinely interested.” You say.

This comment garners a smile from Jennifer who begins to tell you what has been going on in her life. The big thing she mentions is the book she’s working on. She hasn’t thought of a title for it yet, but it’s going to be all about the old Empire or at least from what she’s pieced together from what she’s found and from what you’ve told her.

While she’s explaining the process, you notice a male name keeps popping up when she discusses having another person helping her put it together. You can’t help but wonder…

“So your partner, is this the one?” you ask.
“One?”
“Your new boyfriend of course. I might not be an expert on these matters, but I do notice a bit of extra excitement when you speak his name and how much he’s supported and helped in putting together the book.”

Jennifer doesn’t know how to react; you reassure her that she’s done nothing wrong.

“Jennifer, what we had ended amicably and years ago, I certainly didn’t expect you to continue your life alone. I’m certainly not uncomfortable or going to be angry about it.”
“Okay.” Jennifer says as if a weight has lifted off of her.
“So anyone I know? Tell me about him.” you ask.

Jennifer says, that he isn’t anyone you would know. He’s a historian that started working at the museum about a year ago, but that they got along almost immediately. She says that they are already talking about getting married and maybe starting a family. You are a little surprised by that news, but not displeased. You’re glad she found someone that’s probably a little more “stable.”

Still, when she explains all this, you can sense almost an apologetic tone at times. Like she feels in some way that she’s betrayed you even though logic dictates otherwise and you’ve even said as much.

“Well that sounds very good, I’m glad life is working out for you and you’re doing well. And if you need more information for your book you’re free to ask me at anytime…well assuming I’m not fighting any more sea monsters or whatever else the world decides to throw at me.”
“Ha ha, If I need more information I will certainly ask you. Well…I guess I better leave you to your rest. I know you’ve got an Empire to run and you need all your strength for that.”

Jennifer starts to leave, but turns around.

“I just want to say I will always be a loyal citizen to you and the Empire. I have always believed in you and appreciate how you ascended this nation to greatness. Maybe people tell you these things all the time, but I want to reinforce the fact that I respect and appreciate the sacrifices you make to protect us all.”

You certainly weren’t expecting all that.

“Well I thank you very much Jennifer. I never doubted your loyalty for a second, you didn’t need to tell me.” You reply.

Jennifer smiles again, but her eyes look slightly watery like she’s going to cry.

“I…know. I just wanted to say it to you.” She remarks and then nods silently and walks out of your room, leaving you alone.

You get out of the chair you were sitting in slowly and make your way to the bed ignoring all the pains the whole time. When you finally get horizontal you actually feel a little relief.

“Ah…better.” You say as the pain in your back lessens. “She’ll get over those lingering feelings eventually. Everything fades in time.”

You say that, knowing that isn’t necessarily true when you begin thinking about Alison as you drift off to sleep.


Year 550

More and more each year your nation is starting to resemble the Empire of old. More and more each year you’re also starting to feel old too. The aches and pains of battles long past (and not too long past) are starting to catch up with you.

You never tried to think about getting “old” too much, except during the years of when the Emperor was “sick.” Recently you’ve begun thinking about what his plans were again. How he was going to defeat death by transferring his essence or spirit or mind or whatever into your own body. Well at least that’s what Semra and Jacob told you and what ultimately lead to the situation you’re in now.

Unfortunately, you haven’t really the means to go about such a thing. Your knowledge of magic is better than most, but the Emperor never showed you that trick let alone how to get to the Isle of Mortos. You wouldn’t even know about how to go about “creating” another one of your kind either which was also required…again so Semra and Jacob told you.

Makes you wonder what happened to the “eternals” Marik created. You wonder if they survived the initial cataclysm and if so, what became of them? Did they plan any major role during or after it? It’s apparent that the technique to create an eternal like you or Marik’s tank babies was lost too.

Well it doesn’t matter much now anyway, you can assume they’re all certainly dead now, along with crazy ol’ Marik. Still, you wonder about his factory, as it was located in Arat.

In fact there have been a lot of events going on in Arat lately according to your spies.

The major thing being that there have been sightings of the Xi Hive in Arat, not many and certainly no major attacks, but the insectoid creatures have been attacking anyone they see as usual. It won’t be long before they become a major threat in this area. Right now it isn’t your problem at all, but you imagine they will be eventually.

From what you’ve heard the Xi have been really putting the Redcap Kingdom on the defensive, but the gnomes are still holding out and not even losing any ground. You certainly can admire that, and you’d even try to send an emissary to go speak with them if only to get a better feel of the Xi threat, but you’ve also heard the gnomes have also ordered a kill on sight to well…anyone.

Your best shot at learning more about the Xi would probably be Eldolith, but she’s also been her usual antagonistic self, especially ever since you officially annexed Regnik into the Empire. Pointing to you and the Xi as a threat she managed to unify the other city-states of Zo, Valizza and Atnil into something called the Arat Confederacy. In reality it’s a new nation with four cities rather than a true alliance where everyone is supposedly still autonomous.

The only other city-state that doesn’t belong to Eldy’s little alliance is Telis, which as usual, nobody seems to know anything about. Still, it seems like it’s probably in the most danger of the Xi considering its proximity to where Xi territory is starting to expand. You never really gave it much thought until now, but according to the maps and if your memory isn’t completely off, Telis isn’t too far away from where Marik’s factory was located. Now you’re starting to wonder if its “mysterious” nature isn’t due to that factor.

In a perfect world Arat would be your next and only priority, but there have been concerns about the Delerg islands as well. There has nearly been no reports about the Island League’s activities for years, it’s almost as if they all just disappeared, but more concerning is the fact that strange humanoid creatures have been sighted off the coasts of Quala at night. While Quala is still mostly home to your orc population and the place is still the poorest of your territories, you still don’t want a potential invasion to occur. It might be time to start exploring and possibly conquering the islands at last.

Seeing as the orcs will have the most familiarity with this potential coastal threat, you decide to go speak with Trog about it. You might as well anyway if only to see who his potential successor is going to be seeing as you know Trog is supposed to be dying.

When you arrive to meet with him, you see just how true that is. The old orc is lying prone on fur skin bedding with two younger female orcs attending to him. It’s very strange to see orcs behave in this manner. Orcs don’t tend to have a long life span to begin with due to all their fighting, but to see one being actually cared for rather than taken to the wilderness and left to die (at best) is unusual. Then again Trog was a very respected leader. He’s obviously weak, but when he notices you he tries to sit up and waves away his attendants.

“Ah…the Eternal… dreams told Trog that we would see each other one last time before the end. Now that you’re here Trog now know death coming soon for me. Sad that Trog could not die as a warrior, but still a good life with many children to carry on name.” Trog says.
“And who would be that successor Trog?” you ask.
“Trog believe that Sprog take over next. Already killed several of his siblings, others too scared to oppose. Was a great contest, only well enough to see some of it, but very good. Very bloody.”
“Sorry I missed it.”
“Trog warn you though, Sprog not quite as accepting of our current situation as Trog. Believes orcs should be independent. Might be right, might be wrong, not care. Trog too tired to care anymore.”
“Am I going to have to kill him?”
“Do not know. Perhaps, perhaps not. Do as you wish. You always have. As Trog has said, too tired to care anymore.”
“So I take it that I probably should ask this Sprog about the reports of the humanoid interlopers off Quala’s coast?”
“Hrm. That. Trog can still help a little… Yes, there have been sightings, but nothing human about them. Fellow orcs tell me they look more like fish than anything else. Appear on land sometimes, but never for very long. Not sure if they are able or if they are just scouting. Orcs ready for a fight as always if they do decide to invade. Kobolds too. Was not sure about the little scalies living here at first, but enjoy their antics. Respect our strength too…”

Trog begins to drift off to sleep, but you aren’t done with him yet.

“While I hate to interrupt your journey to the afterlife, you have any last visions for me?”
“Hrm…yes…Trog did actually. War is coming.”
“That’s a given Trog, war is always coming.”
“True, but this one will be against an enemy that you’ve never faced the likes of before. They will be relentless, they will not stop and even as strong as the Empire is, I fear that it will not be enough. Worse is the fact that you are approaching your own twilight years as this terrible threat comes. You will no longer be able to just march in like the great warrior you once were…”
“Trog, I might be getting old, but I’m not ready for the damn grave yet.”
“True, but you acknowledge that you ARE getting old. Still…perhaps that is a good sign. Knowing your limitations. Trog knew his…”

At this point Trog falls unconscious and despite your prodding and nudging him, he isn’t waking from it. From his breathing patterns, you know he’ll be dead soon.

“Damn it Trog, you could’ve at least told me who this relentless enemy was going to be. Guess that was your last little joke on me. Good one Trog.” You remark and exit Trog’s tent. You tell the group standing outside that he’ll be soon passing on, if anyone wants to see the final moments. Several female orcs go in, but the male orcs just give a solemn look downward save for the very large one standing nearby with an equally huge battle axe. When he approaches you, your entourage of guards stands ready to defend you, but judging by his appearance he’d give them a good fight all by himself.

“So is the old man dead?” the orc asks gruffly.
“Well if he isn’t yet, he soon will be…I’m guessing you’re Sprog.”
“Right. Guess you da Emp. Huh. Thought you’d be bigger. Old man say you powerful though. Guess cause of magic abilities like old man. Feh.”
“I take it, you don’t like magic?”
“Magic give unfair advantage even more than shooty weapons. Orcs have no more magic types now. Least none Sprog know of. No chance to rebel now.”
“You’re telling me you’d rebel?”
“Yes, I’d lead a rebellion if we had magic to even up odds. Told old man that he should challenge you long time ago, but said you were too powerful for him. Scared to die like proper warrior, now he die like old man that he is and we still have to serve the Empire.”
“Who says? You could still rebel. You’re standing right here in front of me surrounded by your fellow orcs, I’ve only got five men with me. I’d say right now is the best chance you got of killing me and making your people free again.”

Sprog grips his axe a bit and gives you a suspicious look pondering if you’re being serious or not. You are of course, but even though Sprog eventually senses that, he’s not taking you up on that offer.

“Bah, want to be free, but still stand no chance of killing you. At best might get lucky and wound you before you set Sprog on fire or somethin’. Dying in battle one thing, but Sprog not suicidal. Most orcs too comfortable now with livin’ under the Empire anyway. Half would probably attack me, the idjits.”
“Always did appreciate you orcs and your honesty. Now that I know I don’t need to kill you anytime soon, what can you tell me about these sightings off the coasts of Quala?”

Sprog tells you much of the same things you’ve already heard. Fishmen sighted skulking around the coasts and then disappearing. He says he’s already got patrols marching up and down the coasts, but no sign of them again.

For all you know these fish people are this relentless force that’s going to be coming at you, of course it also could be the Xi Hive which is the only other force you could think of, at worst it could be both. Could even be the usksha or someone you haven’t even met yet.

In any case, you still need to do something about this potential aquatic threat. This has really been a long time coming. Whatever the hell is living out on those islands, be they human or otherwise is going to feel the full might of the Empire.

Thanks to having all the extra resources in Rask now your task of getting a proper fleet up and running isn’t a drain on the Empire and gets done a lot quicker. Training sailors takes a little longer, but fortunately your people aren’t completely ignorant of seafaring ways.

Within months you have a sizable armada that should do the job. The only thing you’re unsure of is whether or not you should go along on this conquest.

Maybe because you’re older and beginning to realize you aren’t as fast or as strong as you once were, or maybe because you have uneasiness about being on the open water and possibly even an slight fear of it (A fear you weren’t even aware of), or maybe it’s a combination of the two, you don’t know.

What was it that Trog said before he died? Knowing your limitations?
> You lead from the back
While you may still have many years ahead of you, the days of your prime are starting to fade. Perhaps you need to start accepting the fact that your days of charging first into battle are gone and probably should be. Your mind is more important for running the Empire than your sword arm or even your battle magic at this point.

There’s also the fact that it’s true, you don’t relish the idea of being on a boat. You decide to that you’re going to sit this one out.

A week goes by and business in the Empire continues as usual, but you hear nothing from the large fleet that you sent out. One of the faster messenger ships should’ve at least come back to give a report by now.

Another week goes by and you know something is terribly wrong. There has been no word back from your fleet. Naturally the families of the soldiers and sailors that left on this mission are very upset. True, that their lives are always in potential danger, but everyone labored under the impression that it would be a quick mix up with the Island League and then heading back home. Even if there were losses it would be acceptable, but as it stands nobody knows exactly what happened. They’re just gone, all of them.

Like the waters just swallowed them all up, and for all anyone knows, maybe it has.

Such mystery is frightening especially when you’re getting more sightings of fish people now off the coasts of Nalin. These fish people have also started outright attacking orcish settlements near the shores in Quala. It’ll only be a matter of time before they start attacking Nalin as well.

Doesn’t take long before you’ve not only got on going raids from the coast, but also rabble rousing from the orcs. Warlord Sprog has been actively condemning you for failing to eliminate this threat like you were supposed to and begins claiming that the orcs have been taking the brunt of the attacks. He also openly says to any and all who will listen that they would be better off on their own. Naturally when you hear about this treason talk you have several Eyes sent to go bring him in.

He succeeds in slaying five of them before escaping into the Arat wilderness with several followers. With your inability to fend off the fish people properly, the loss of your entire fleet, a panicked population and now an orc rebellion in the making, you know you have dark days ahead.

Year 552

Being a tyrant is one thing, but being one who can’t protect his territory and is inefficient is even worse so when the troubles started piling up, you decided you couldn’t afford to just sit back and command anymore. You had to take direct action and lead from the front like you did before.

Getting the population back in line took a bit of doing from the Eyes, but it was done.

The orcs were a bigger problem and a costly one. Warlord Sprog continued to incite your orc population to the point where Quala and parts of Rask were hostile territory. It about a year before you personally slew Sprog in combat. The damage was done however, they razed several towns, even Regnik in Arat was destroyed. Though you suspect that Eldolith might’ve had something to do with that. Probably secretly funding or helping Sprog somehow or got spies into the city to lower the gates.

You also had no more orc population to use as soldiers anymore and those that lived took to the wilderness and continue to be a nuisance. It was a waste of resources and manpower that quite frankly you couldn’t afford to lose.

During the whole time this was happening you couldn’t really effectively combat the fish people threat who continued to raid the coasts and in much greater force. Some have been so bold to even create camps along the shores of Quala. Most of Nalin’s port towns were still fairly well defended in the beginning, but then the sea beast arrived and completely destroyed most of them. The leviathan has two heads and countless tentacles. You believe it is the “god” of the fish people, or at least leading them.

Unfortunately the beast never stays near the coast and retreats back to the deeper water when it’s done rampaging. There’s nothing for it except to go out there and kill it.

You have another fleet built in the southern most port town in Nalin since the fish people haven’t attacked that far yet. Building the fleet take awhile though due to the decreased labor force and having to practically restart from scratch again. The whole time you’re building the fleet you’re anticipating an attack from the fish people, you half expect the usksha to attack you with claims that you’re planning to invade them. Thankfully that doesn’t happen.

When it’s all said and done, you’ve got a new fleet, though much smaller than before, but you can’t afford to wait too much longer. The quick you kill the monster the better. You have to win back your considerable losses. You’ve been made to look foolish and sometimes weak these past couple of years. Time to put an end to that once and for all.

And after you kill this thing, your next order of business will be to invade Arat.

No more than a day has passed and your fleet is already attacked by fish people. They were never the best fighters, but they aren’t worst either and being on their territory as well as being outnumbered certainly gives them an advantage as some don’t even bother to scale your ships and just bore holes in the ships with whatever tools they’re using for such a task. You’ve lost half of your fleet by the time the sea monster makes its presence known and now having seen it first hand with your own eyes, you feel incredibly small in comparison. Stories about how it “blotted out the sun” weren’t exaggerations. It is just that huge and you’re surrounded by water with no where to run.

You try to cast a lightning storm, but the ship is being so overrun with the aquatic invaders that you can’t possibly concentrate on such a spell. Your crew fights bravely, but they’re just so outnumbered that they can’t defeat the numbers or keep from completely panicking that they’re going to die on the water this day.

A large tentacle smashes the deck of the ship and also succeeds in smashing three of your increasingly dwindling crew. You run your sword through another fishman and dodge the other tentacle coming from the other side.

Even if you do survive this, you’re not sure if you’ll even be able to get back to land within a reasonable amount of time. You’ve lost every ship and your own is now in danger of becoming driftwood if it takes any more punishment, which it most certainly will.

You blast a group of the fishmen with lightning which gives you a breather, but only so you’re just in time to see another tentacle come sweeping towards you. Unfortunately you don’t quite get out of the way in time and the hefty blow shatters your legs. This also has enough force to knock you off the boat and into the water.

You struggle a bit in the water desperately trying to keep above it, but soon the claws of several fish men grab at your broken legs and torso. Your struggling is put to a complete end when one of them rises up out the water to sink his teeth into your throat.