Year 540

It’s not there yet, but the political and social climate in the republic is finally getting to a point that’s a little more recognizable to you. Thanks to Trog’s actions the orcs have been attacking the Nalin just like you wanted. After a couple of burned down massacred villages, the Nalinites are a lot more supportive of military endeavors (Kobold citizens especially, but that’s hardly surprising given their nature).

The citizens are also becoming more fearful and suspicious of other “foreign threats” like the usksha. Highlighting the sandman drug epidemic and the crime due to it, Quintus has managed to get restrictions on the southern borders of Nalin. The usksha that used to live within Nalin are starting to go back to their desert due to the increasingly hostile population. Trade hasn’t completely stopped, but the relationship between the republic and the emirates is very strained now.

Of course some of this still wouldn’t be possible without senate support, however that’s become more in Quintus’ favor due to a combination of several factors. Some are just like the peasants, they’re getting scared because their comfortable lifestyle are at risk and want to protect themselves. Some were weak from the start and vote depending on which way the majority is heading.

There are still holdouts that don’t agree with the more militant policies however. Even the “will of the people” does not sway them to fall in line. The most vocal of these is Senator Batalimus Ventis who has been a long time rival of Quintus. He’s stated that this trend towards militarism is going lead back to the dark days of when Matriarch Tarna ruled the land. He has also stated quite openly that Quintus is a warmongering fool that is only a puppet for his “mysterious Eternal” advisor.

Quintus hates the man more than he hates the usksha and feels he’s the main cause of all his woes. Apparently he’s also decided that even if it isn’t quite time to dismantle the senate, it is time to get rid of Batalimus and has tried to have the man assassinated on a few occasions. All attempts have failed so far though and all it’s done is served to make Batalimus more cautious and legitimize his accusations about Quintus (Even if he can’t quite connect Quintus to the actual assassins).

You’re going to have to speak with Trog soon about the attacks having served their purpose and that he needs to ease up. Trog is under the impression that after all this is over; he or at least his people will have a place within the new order when it finally comes about. In truth, you’d like to have a few orc legions if only for the intimidation factor of keeping the citizenry in line. However, you aren’t exactly sure how likely that’s going to be since orcs are increasingly becoming hated by the average citizen and are unlikely to want them to be incorporated into the new order no matter what. Let alone as soldiers.

Another problem for another day you suppose. Right now though you’re on your way back from another visit with Quintus (who basically did nothing but bitch about Bartalimus) and on your way back to Quala. You’re a lot better known now and as you pass through you mostly get a lot of respectful nods from the military and worried glances from citizens. Your reputation within the republic has grown and it’s much like it was back in the old Empire days. There’s a certain familiar comfort in that.

Before you leave Dalt you decide to pay a visit to Calvin’s museum to see Jennifer. Since the orc war, expeditions to the Quala Badland have been put on hold so Calvin and Jennifer have returned to work at their museum to study what they have found in more detail and ultimately put it on display.

When you enter, you see a sign that tells people to be sure to visit their brand new Empire exhibits. Naturally you wander over to where these displays are, so you can see how much they actually got right.

When you get to the exhibit its currently empty of visitors. You’re impressed with what you see though. They’ve managed to recreate a small portion of the Emperor’s palace and fill it with the old stuff they found. Some of the things are just replicas, but they’re very good replicas and in the correct locations. They even managed to restore one of the Emperor’s big black statues.

Just looking at all this stuff makes you feel like you’re back where you should be. When you close your eyes you can almost imagine that you are where you WANT to be. If only things had been different, you wouldn’t have to be starting all over again…

“We tried to make it look like what we thought it looked like in the past and based on writings we found.” You hear Jennifer’s voice say and you open your eyes to see her stand to the right of you.
“You did a good job, almost feels like home. That big ass black statue wasn’t in the throne room though. In fact the Emperor never even used the throne room when I knew him.” You say.
“Yeah, but we did have any place else to put it. I think its impressive looking where we did put it though. Should draw in a lot of people. So did you come here to revisit old memories?”
“Not at first, but this is was a nice distraction.”
“Glad to hear it, well I’ll leave you to your thoughts.” Jennifer says and begins to leave.
“No, stay here with me, I came here to see you in first place. Besides, no point in reliving past glories when I don’t have anyone to share said glories with.” You say and grab her hand.

Jennifer’s reaction is a positive one in that she doesn’t let go and moves closer to you.

“So since you’ve got the time, how about you tell me about some of those old glories?” Jennifer asks.

You gladly do so.

You talk with Jennifer for hours until it starts getting late at which point you say you have to get back to your mission in Quala. Jennifer understands and wishes you luck on it.

“If you’re going wish me luck, how about you do it with a kiss?” you ask which takes Jennifer by surprise.
“That’s certainly new. What brought this on?”
“I thought you liked me. You do don’t you?”
“Of course, I’m sure I was pretty obvious about it.”
“Well why ask why? I’m fond of you as well. I like your company and you’re the only person I’ve ever considered my friend since I got dug up. You’re independent, you’re physically attractive and you listen to all my stories. What’s not to like?” You say which causes a small chuckle from Jennifer.
“Okay…we’ll talk more about this later, but for right now, here’s that kiss.”

Jennifer moves in to kiss you and the pair of you embrace.

After your minor amorous interlude, you take your leave of the museum. You briefly wonder if pursuing a relationship with Jennifer is a good idea, but what’s done is done and you’ll just have to figure it out. Once again, another problem for another day you suppose.

Just as you get out of the gates of Dalt, two guards approach you. They’re not military or domestic security, they look like private guards, probably those of a senator.

“You the Eternal?” one of them asks.
“Yes.” You answer.
“Senator Batalimus wants to see you. If you would accompany us to his home please, it’s just a few miles west of this city.”

Well this is an interesting turn of events, though perhaps not entirely unexpected. If you had to guess, Batalimus either plans to have you killed when you arrive to meet him or he’s going to try to convince you to be on his side. You doubt he has the means to do either.

You don’t know if you should even bother entertaining him at all, but then you think if he does try to kill you, then you’ll have eliminated the need to kill him later. Hell, even if he doesn’t try to kill you, maybe you should just do it anyway.

You agree to follow the guards and eventually you reach Batalimus’ estate. His home isn’t much bigger than Quintus’ home, though there are a lot more trees and gardens on his grounds. As you expect there are a lot of guards patrolling about. When you step through the front door you feel like you’ve stepped into a barracks rather than a senator’s mansion due to all the guards standing around.

Soon an older balding man dressed in a purple robe comes down the grandiose staircase. It’s Batalimus.

“Ah the Eternal, at last we meet face to face.” Batalimus says.
“Yes, I’m surprised that you didn’t confiscate my weapons though.” You answer.
“Whatever for? We all know you can just incinerate or fry everyone in the room with the snap of your fingers. It’s not like you actually need a sword or even a pistol. You’re a walking weapon without such things.”
“So? Why risk bringing me here then?”
“Because I have nothing to lose. Your associate, Quintus seems quite determined to have me killed. Granted he always has harbored ill feelings, but now that the little reprobate has the advantage his confidence has reached an all time high. I suppose the fool has to have his fun though given the family he has. In any case I figure its only a matter of time before he sends you to do the deed and while I could increase my security even further, I quite frankly doubt if it would stop the likes of you. At best you might get mad.”

You have to appreciate someone who knows exactly where they stand.

“So…you brought me here to kill you?”
“Hah, I hope not, but I suppose that is a strong possibility. No, what I’d like to do is try to convince you to perhaps not kill the republic because that is what you and Quintus are striving to do, though I believe I actually have a shot with getting through to you. You aren’t saddled with any emotions of hatred towards me. To you, I’m just another potential obstacle in your goals. If I have to be killed then you will, but if it isn’t necessary you won’t.”

Well it looks like Batalimus has opted to try to get you on his side, just like you thought he might. He is over estimating your willingness to kill him though. True you don’t have any hatred for the man and quite honestly you probably already respect him more than Quintus within the short time you’ve met him, but you’ve been known to kill folks even if you believe that they will be potential obstacles in the future.

Still, killing Batalimus right now isn’t exactly part of the plan, so you’ll most likely just leave unless he tries to stop you. Then again you did come all this way so there is no harm in hearing him out.
> You leave
You know what this is going to be, his attempt to convince you of why you shouldn’t be helping Quintus. You’re not interested in anything he has to say, and it will be pointless to do so.

“I’m going to just leave now and stop wasting both of our time, Batty. I suggest you don’t try to stop me.” You remark and begin walking towards the door.
“But, you’re already here! You can’t just listen?” Batalimus says.
“No. This was a lapse in judgement on my part I suppose. Still, I guess I got a good idea of the layout of this place when I eventually have to kill you.”
“Very well then, but I had hoped you’d be reasonable about this Eternal.”

With those last words you leave Batalimus’ house and return to your duties in Quala. Just as you’re thinking about how you need to go see Trog soon about your little arrangement you get an urgent message from a republic messenger.

“He’s fucking dead?!” you exclaim.
“Yes sir, as I said he was found dead in his home, poisoned. His assets are all being seized due to him owing various people, though his wife is contesting…”

As the messenger drones on about this, you realize you’re in position that you really should’ve considered. Namely, you have no “patron” anymore. Sure, you’re somewhat popular with the military, but Quintus’ influence on the population and his fellow senators were a big deal. Batalimus must be behind this and even if he isn’t, he’s going to be the main one taking advantage of the situation.

Without another word you ride off to Nalin and you don’t stop until you arrive at Batalimus’ place. Batalimus’ personal guards are surprised to see you and even more surprised when you start chopping them down with your sword. Despite killing everyone in his home, you don’t find Batalimus so you go to the next logical place to look, the senate building.

You don’t have any more luck there, all you manage to do is interrupt some of the senators debating something or other.

“Where is Batalimus?!” you demand.
“I don’t know! We don’t know!” the senator that has the floor answers, but it really isn’t the answer you want to hear.
“Lies!” you say and fry the senator with a lightning bolt.

“You really think your republic is going to survive? Most of you were already supporting Quintus’ ideas, now I bet you’re ready to turn your back on those same ideas just because he’s dead. Well Batty killed the wrong man. I will see the Empire return even if the rest of you are too cowardly to do so!” you shout and begin throwing fireballs at the rest of the senators. You don’t stop until you leave the senate house in flames.

By this time the military is on the scene, but they’re unsure of what to do for several reasons. So you give them the reasons.

You take immediate control of the military and tell them to start hunting for Batalimus and to maintain order. A few days later and it’s official. You make your announcement that the Republic is dead and that the Empire now lives again. The general public doesn’t know quite what to make of everything. You’re sure that there will be some sort of misguided rebellion especially with Batalimus still on the run probably stirring up dissent, but with the military behind you’re confident that you won’t have too much trouble.

Year 541

“You really think this is going to change anything? Look at the nation! Despite your attempts to crush its spirit with your outdated concepts of order it still resists you! Face it, you’ve already lost and my death will not save you!” Batalimus screams defiantly.

You break a couple more of his ribs with a few stomps to his chest. The older man wheezes and gasps in pain. He won’t show fear though; he’s fully willing to die.

“It may not change anything, but keep this in mind before I send you on your way. Your actions did NOT save the republic; it only increased the chaos and strife. You may have fucked up my plans, but you have completely destroyed and betrayed your own.”
“(Wheeze) Perhaps…Eternal…(gasp) but better the people should live in anarchy than under your brutal order!”

You shake your head at his answer and crush his windpipe with your boot. At last the thorn in your side has been removed, but the damage he’s done has not. In fact you’re not even certain that you can repair it. Even with Jennifer doing her best with the propaganda machine, it’s still not enough.
You have attempted to recreate a secret police in a similar style of the Emperor’s Eyes, but efforts haven’t proved too successful mainly because you’re too busy using the military to keep direct order.

Even portions of your military have turned against you, if not outright treason then desertion. Some have fled to find work within the six cities of Arat or even joined up with the pirate groups in Delerg.

It isn’t that the people don’t fear you, it’s that they hate you more than they fear. Even after you’ve destroyed entire towns that have dared defy you, you still get pockets of resistance running off into the wilderness to cause ongoing problems.

Your methods in the beginning months were probably too harsh in retrospect. Killing everyone in the senate certainly didn’t help as perhaps some of those experienced fools might’ve still been useful in swaying public opinion and dealing with the more mundane issues of running the government. Combine this with the fact that the idea of things like “liberty” still lingered within the people, your brutal actions only proved to them what happens when a single tyrant takes power. Instead of cowing them into submission, you ended up lighting a fire of freedom that you still haven’t put out yet and at this point you wonder if you ever will. Batalimus of course took advantage of that fact too.

Between the steady attrition of loyal soldiers, the ongoing defiance of the people, external threats like the Flogger tribe hearing of your struggles and taking advantage of your lightly defended outposts in Quala (And certainly have no intention of joining your Empire now) you are pushed to the brink and beyond.

You decide if the fools won’t submit to your rule, you’ll burn the whole damn thing down. Jennifer however talks you out of it saying that it won’t solve anything. She also tries to convince you that maybe you should consolidate what holdings you do have and build from there.

It’s a nice thought and it’s certainly logical, but you’re so exasperated at the entire situation that you decide to just give up. You realize that your time has come and gone. The people don’t want you around and at this point you don’t even care to rule them anymore. In fact you don’t even care about ruling anything anymore. All you really ever wanted to do was serve the Emperor and the Empire and enjoy your time with Alison.

Things were so much simpler back then.

You shouldn’t have ever listened to Semra. Even if the Emperor had killed you, at least you wouldn’t exist in a time where the Empire doesn’t. You would’ve died at least knowing the Empire would still be around.

Not being able to go on and unwilling to stick around, you suddenly leave Nalin forever. Where, nobody knows. Some say you found death in the Usksha Desert, others say you found it in the cold mountains of Rask, but ultimately what happened to you is lost to time.


Year 537

“Ah, there’s nothing better than when a plan comes together! Your actions of stirring up the orcs have been paying off and I’ve finally managed to get the public to become in favor of a strong army and your training has been producing much tougher and disciplined soldiers to create that stronger army.” Quintus remarks to you while he sips his wine.
“I’m certainly glad someone you finally found someone more competent than yourself. Makes all your years of failure totally worth it.” Quintus’ wife Nalia remarks in a bored tone lying on a couch. She’s already on her second bottle of wine and it’s not even the afternoon yet.

While Quintus dismisses his wife’s usual emasculating remarks, you’re wondering why you’re here when you could be doing something more important to keep this plan in motion because its nowhere near coming together like Quintus seems to think it is. The orcs haven’t even made a major attack yet. They’ve just been harassing a few patrols, but it’s just as well since you’re still trying to whip the paltry number of spirited soldiers you do have into shape so that they the orcs do attack they’ll be ready for them.

You can’t really complain, because you are doing something you’re familiar with and good at, but the main thing that’s been nagging at you is Quintus himself. You don’t respect him and it’s starting to become a problem sometimes.

It’s not anything he’s done to you either. He’s practically bent over backwards to accommodate you in anyway he can. You wondered at first if it’s his overly smarmy demeanor with you which at times seems fake, but that isn’t it. Part of that is that he’s a politician and he probably can’t help but be that way as part of his personality, not to mention you’ve become quite a good judge of character and you believe his admiration for you is genuine.

Regardless of what his wife claims, Quintus is extremely ambitious and a hard worker which you can appreciate. He’s just been hampered by the social and political climate. If he’d been born during the time of the Empire, he would’ve fit right in. Might’ve even been one of the Emperor’s advisors.

Despite all this, you’ve been developing an increasing lack of respect for the man. Not to the point that you’re ready to kill him or anything, but taking orders from him has got you questioning why? Of course you know the reasons why, because the republic is still a pussy whipped place that has long since abandoned the ideals of people like yourself and trying to take power like a strong man would ultimately only result in chaos and collapse. Ironically, you’d probably be more at home in one of the city-states in Arat where they still favor a single ruler.

What it all comes down to you think is Quintus’ family. Something about Quintus’ lack of admiration from his own family bothers you. If he can’t reach the people that are supposed to be closest to him, how the hell can you respect him? Gets harder to when you have to be subjected to these meetings and see his family walk over him first hand. They all either criticize him or belittle him even though he’s been trying to make life better for them.

His wife is a slothful alcoholic that has never a word of encouragement for him. She looks much older than she actually is mainly due to hitting the bottle so much. She’s never truly addressed you directly, but her attitude seems apathetic at best.

His teenage daughter Yollanda is a red headed trollop that routinely sleeps with the sons of his senate rivals and in some cases the rivals themselves. And those are the “classier” encounters. Quintus once complained that if there was a good purpose for her bed hopping like say for gathering important information on his enemies it could be acceptable, but she has no higher purpose other than the pleasure of her girl parts. You try to stay away from her as her outright sexual advances that’s she’s made towards you in the past is a complication you don’t desire or need. Makes Jennifer’s obvious minor crush on you downright subtle by comparison.

Then there’s his younger son Gelo who is an idiot. Not in the traditional sense that he does stupid things without thinking them through, no he’s a dyed in the wool, born and bred moron. You imagine that his mother might’ve drank while she was carrying him, but who knows? By and large he’s harmless, but extremely annoying. He yells a lot, breaks things and is generally obnoxious mainly because he doesn’t even have a stable structure to mold him into something at least somewhat useful. You don’t understand why he wasn’t killed at birth. Such defective babies were usually either put to death by the family or at least sold into slavery so that they could be productive to the Empire on a minor level. It was a good policy. The only positive thing is he seems to be afraid of you and thus stays away (Often screaming his head off and runs away if you’re ever in the same room.)

And that’s just Quintus’ immediate family, it’s not even counting the other in laws and extended family that basically mooch off of him. For a man that has ruthless ideals he’s a doormat when it comes to his family. Fortunately for Quintus, he seems to have a lot more luck with the general population and has been getting more support just like he’s been bragging about lately. If you were Quintus, you might crave the respect of strangers as well.

“Quintus, why am I here? I’d like to get back to my job.” You remark.
“But that’s precisely why you’re here my Eternal friend! Your job! Since the army problem is well on its way to being taken care of, I think its time to move on to our navy.”
“Navy?”
“Yes, you do remember we have one such as it is. I’d like you to have a hand in making it stronger as well.”
“And just how the hell am I supposed to do that?”
“I dunno, you told me you were the military expert. Just do it the same way you did with our army I suppose. Stir up the pirates of the Delerg islands so they start attacking our costal towns en masse and the people demand a stronger navy.”
“Quintus, I’m glad you’re excited about the plan, but the first part of it isn’t even ready yet. I don’t feel the soldiers are even ready yet. They’ve been in a few skirmishes, but nothing that is really going to test them. And there’s still the matter of the orcs. They’re riled and I have noticed large tribal gatherings as if they’re preparing for a large attack against a bigger foe, but by and large they’re still disorganized and in some cases still attacking one another.”
“But surely you’ve trained some of the soldiers enough that they can perform these duties in your stead? Delegate responsibility to the more talented ones?”
“I have, but its a slow process from them to train their fellows as well as I trained them and I still wouldn’t trust any of them to do what I’m doing with the orcs, or at least not do it and live. Quite frankly I need more time with them and diverting my attention to your navy is just a distraction.”
“But the senate is going to dismantle it!” Quintus exclaims.

“Oh please will you stop whining in front of the help Quintus. It is soooo undignified. You don’t have to try to impress me anyway; I always knew you weren’t man enough to help my brother out with his shipyard. If the senate does dismantle the navy and his shipyard goes under because of less business, well he can always live here. No big deal.” Nalia remarks taking another long swig out of her wine bottle.

Quintus has no words he just throws his hands up and looks to you for help, but what can you do short of killing his wife? And you’re fairly certain he doesn’t want that no matter how much she gives him grief.

You suppose you could see what you could do with the naval situation, but the main problem is you have practically no experience in such seafaring things. You dare say the average sailor has much more experience than you do about such matters. Sure you’ll be assisted, but without the actual experience you’ll still have a disadvantage that you don’t feel comfortable with.

On the other hand what exactly does the republic need with a powerful navy anyway? As far as you know they don’t have an enemy trying to invade them from sea and they don’t have contact with a big nautical trading partner. They just send merchant ships to travel along the southern coast to the Usksha Emirates. If the pirates got too out of control, they could just send large shipments through the desert.
> You try to strengthen the navy
While the military definitely still needs your attention, you’ve got the ball rolling on that aspect already. You can see that Quintus really wants this navy build up to happen for several reasons and there are still pirate troubles after all, so you might as well see what you can do on this front.

“Alright, we’ll get the navy strong again, or whatever it was before I showed up.” You remark.
“Good, good! I’m sure we’ll make improvements so quickly that I’ll be able to convince the senate that the navy shouldn’t be dismantled. So, I guess you’ll want to get started immediately, so you should make your way to Waveview, it’s the largest of our port towns where our most experienced sailors are and most of the shipbuilding takes place. In fact Admiral Jarred Plickus should be there right now.” Quintus says.
“Wheeee! My incompetent husband finally managed to convince one of his goons to actually do what he wants for a change. This calls for a drink!” Nalia says and finishes off her bottle and grabs another one nearby.

You leave before you insult Quintus’ wife, well actually you leave before you do something worse than just insult her.

You make your way to Waveview and then to seek out this Admiral Plickus. After asking a few passing sailors and shipwrights they direct you towards one of the larger ships and say he’s aboard that one. The admiral apparently likes to spend all his time aboard his favorite ship.

From afar the ship looks impressive, but when you’re up close it looks less so. You expected the pride of the Nalin fleet with the admiral aboard it would at least look more presentable. With as many noticeable “patches” they’ve nailed into the hull, they might as well have just built a new ship.

The rest of the crew direct you to Admiral Plickus’ cabin when you finally board the ship where upon you find him fast asleep. He looks so damn old, you half wonder if he was alive during the time of the old Empire. (He’s human though so you know that isn’t the case) When you finally manage to wake him up to interact with him, he’s not exactly young of mind either. You honestly don’t know why this man is still commanding anything, let alone a fleet.

Frustrated you leave the cabin call for the captain of the ship.

“Yeah, I’m here.” A bearded man little older than you replies.
“I’m here? What the hell kind of answer is that?” you answer back in a threatening manner.

The captain suddenly realizes who you are exactly and makes more of an effort.

“”Oh shit, you’re that Eternal. Apologies sir. We didn’t know you were coming. My name’s Len.” The captain says desperately attempting to straighten himself up.
“By the status of the admiral it seems like he still doesn’t know I’m here, let alone who I am.”
“Yes, well the admiral is getting on in years, but the senate doesn’t seem to care. I believe two of his sons are on the senate in fact.”
“Figures. If he’s here, then they don’t have to take care of him at their own home. (Sigh) If this is supposed to be the best the fleet has to offer, I’d hate to see the other ships up close.” You say.
“It’s um, well I dunno what to tell you sir, except the truth. It’s true, the fleet isn’t given much attention; in fact you’ll probably find our cargo ships kept in better condition because of our trade with the usksha.”
“And that’s fucking stupid for the sole fact that you need to defend those same ships from pirates. That means warships that don’t look like they’re on the verge of sinking themselves!”
“I agree sir, and I’ve tried to make due with what I can, but spending on the navy has been cut a lot over the years. In fact I heard a rumor that the senate was going to dismantle the navy altogether.”
“Well not now they aren’t. I’ve been told to try to get something done with this sorry excuse for a fleet.”
“Oh? Well I suppose that would be a blessing, sir.”
“Glad you think so, because as of right now, you’re the new admiral of the fleet.”
“I am?”
“Well I assume you’re the next most competent and experienced sailor if you’re commanding this wreck. Is that not the case?”
“Well I don’t like to boast sir, but I am indeed the best captain that the Nalin fleet has to offer…such as it is. But trust me sir, that I routinely make forays into the Delerg islands in the hopes of whittling down some of those pirate bastards.”
“Good, shows you’re at least proactive.”

After a bit of explanation of what you want done to shape up the navy, you tell Len that you’re going to go talk with the shipyards and have them to start concentrating on building new warships.

“Didn’t you want a demonstration?” Len asks before you leave.
“Demonstration of what?”
“Of whether I’m really up to this task. I mean I think it’s a great honor that you’ve placed so much responsibility on me, but I’d still like to prove myself to you. Come with me on a patrol. I mean this might be my last time in a long time since I’ll have to be organizing stuff for a while.”

You think about it for a while and you can appreciate the fact that Len wants to show you that he’s up to the tasks you’ve set before him.

“Okay, but what about the ex-admiral?” you ask.
“Him? Bah, we patrol with him on board all time, he never even wakes up despite the cannons. Let’s set sail.” Len says.

Soon you’re on your way towards the islands of Delerg. That still seems odd to you. Wasn’t a place you visited a lot, but the idea that that swampy landmass is now just a cluster of islands is still a little weird.

You find that being on the open water isn’t quite as bad as you thought either. You sort of had a minor concern about this whole navy thing at first, but going into battle on the water will certainly be a new thing you can experience and you’re sure this crew will appreciate the extra magical firepower you can bring.

You do ask Len about going on patrol alone and wouldn’t it be better to bring more ships, but he mentions how half of them are being repaired and some are pulling shore defense duty elsewhere. He mentions that pirates usually try to run rather than fight anyway and that while this ship looks horrible, it’s a lot more durable than it looks and certainly more than anything the pirates have.

“The major handicap is speed and maneuverability, usually they can outsail us if they really want to get away, but our firepower prevents most from escaping before they get that far.” Len laughs.

A few days pass and you’re finally in Delerg waters. You see several islands nearby, but the fog is making it harder to make out anything in the far distance.

“Is it always this foggy?” you ask looking out across the limited foggy view.
“Not always, but this is actually a good thing. This will allow us to sneak up on the pirates.”
“Or allow them to sneak up on us if we aren’t careful.” You say.

“Funny you should say that…” Len says and then two gunshots are heard and a painful sensation in two parts of your back. You gasp and your upper half falls over the side of the ship.

“Damnit, I told you idiots to aim for the fucking head!” Len says
“Sorry sir, can’t see for this fucking fog.” A sailor answers.
“Nevermind all that, help me throw him overboard!” Len replies.

As you’re gasping for air and trying to move to do something to defend yourself, captain Len and his treacherous crew grab your limbs and throw you overboard.

“Sorry Eternal, but the smuggling business is too profitable for me to start making enemies out of my business partners. And with you around breathing down my neck with this navy shit, I’d never get anything accomplished.” Len says as you plunge into the water below.

Under normal circumstances, you might’ve been able to heal yourself of the two big bullet holes in your back that also caused severe internal damage, but floating in cold water, with limited mobility and a profuse loss of blood is a deadly combination.

You eventually lose consciousness and the merciless sea does the rest.


After sitting here for about an hour or so listening to the sorry state the republic is in, let alone the rest of the area that used to be part of the old Empire, you’ve had enough of it all.

“Stop. I’ve heard enough about your wretched country. I can already tell what YOU want. You want the Empire back.”
“Yes! I want to resurrect the Empire!” Quintus exclaims.
“And that’s a lovely thought, but sorry to tell you this, it’s dead. Long buried and resigned to the trash heap of history.” You remark.

This comment is definitely not what Quintus expected. Jennifer on the other hand isn’t quite surprised you’d say such a thing given your own cynical remarks to her.

“But…you’re here now…a symbol! A symbol of the old ways! Proof of honor! Proof of strength! Proof of power! You’re an Eternal!”
“And? I obviously couldn’t prevent the destruction of the Empire. Am I supposed to just resurrect it with my mere presence? Am I to just kill the entire senate and establish perhaps you as an emperor? Do you think the people would accept that?”
“Well maybe not so direct…” Quintus remarks.
“No? Because that might be the only way to get things done around here. And what makes YOU think you’d even be a good emperor? You do not even have the support of the people.”
“I do have the support of my constituents! I even have a few allies in the senate!” Quintus protests.
“Well you still don’t have enough for what you desire. I’d say that I’d have a better chance of being accepted as an emperor before you would just due to the fear factor and raw power, and I’d still have to be looking over my shoulder constantly before I finally got run out by a complete rebellion or I destroyed so much of Nalin in the process of maintaining order. Given what you’ve told me of the average citizen it sounds like they’re perfectly happy with the way things are. Happy with their hedonistic freedom. Do you really think they’re going to listen to a relic of a time when the strong just ruled over the weak and the weak not only accepted it as a way of life, but some were even happy about it? The sheep have been let out of their pens and do not wish to return. Do you believe your people, even those that apparently keep voting for you to represent them are ready to accept a more restrictive and harsher culture? Do you believe you can foster such an environment?”

Quintus remains silent and you throw up your hands at his inability to answer.

“Well you see my problem with your plan. You probably thought when you dug me up; you’d have a powerful tool that would be your key to reforming a parody of the old Empire. And it would be a parody, because even if you were successful, it would NEVER be like the old Empire. You can read all the lore and books you want about the old days and nothing is stopping you from holding fantasies about such days. But make no mistake those good old days aren’t EVER coming back. You’re about five hundred years too late. I haven’t been awake one complete day yet, and even I’ve come to accept that hard truth…but then I’ve had to accept so many hard truths. This is just another one to me.”

Quintus nods solemnly. The spark that was in him is gone, but you can tell he isn’t completely defeated. Jennifer just tries to look away from both of you and shuffles some papers she has with her.

“You…you aren’t how I expected you to be…” Quintus says.
“Nobody ever is. Another hard truth I learned a long time ago.” You answer.
“Mm…well I seem to be at a loss of what to say. Which is rare considering they often complain that I never shut up in the senate.”

“Look, Quintus. I won’t deny that your ideals and goals aren’t admirable ones. However, I had to drag you back to reality. You still have a long way to go before even bringing something resembling the Empire back. As much as it might be fun to send me to just kill the senate with a firestorm and then establish martial law across the land, it’s not going to be that simple. At least not yet.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. It’s just I’ve read about some of your deeds, scraps of parchments really and I guess when I found out you were alive and in my house I just figured all of my country’s problem were solved.”
“Well, they may still be eventually. Now despite what I’ve said, I will help you. Because personally, I’d like to see you succeed if only so I could live in a place that didn’t seem so damn strange and it’s not like I have anywhere else to go.”
“So you are going to help bring back the Empire?”
“Well, something like it anyway. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try. Now then, with me on your side, you shouldn’t worry about the military side of things. I can take care of those matters when they arise, and they most certainly will. You’re going to have to take the lead on the political matters obviously, but I can still advise you in this capacity. All my years of working side by side with the Emperor contributed to such skills despite being on the battlefield most of the time.”

Quintus seems to have that spark of life again when you agree to help him after all. He happily asks where you should get started. Jennifer at this point is glad to also see things have worked out and says she should leave you two alone to talk more and get back to the dig site. Before she leaves Quintus calls out to thank her.

“And tell your father he has my thanks as well! If it weren’t for you two, we would not be in the better position we are now. Expect a bonus in pay this week.” Quintus says.
“Thank you senator. I was wondering though and I hate to ask, but it just came to me. Do you think our new friend here could come back up to the dig site when he has the time? It’s just that he was buried there and it might be of great help if he could at least perhaps give us a good indication on where it might be beneficial to dig.”
“Well we’ve got a lot to go over first, but afterwards if he wants to, I have no objections.”

Doesn’t take you long to agree. You briefly remark that where they were digging was near the Emperor’s main chambers and you’d like to see if anything survived yourself. This new revelation causes a bit of excitement from Jennifer and Quintus wondering what other magical treasures that might be of use in the coming days of change or even some scraps of history that can enlighten them more about such glorious days.

You just wonder if you can find the remains of Semra. Call it curiosity; call it a sense of closure.

The first thing you and Quintus talk about is the military. You explain that it is of vital importance to get them to support him the most, but it’s also of great importance to get them be more vicious warriors. You say you understand that battles are probably fought a little differently nowadays, but the intense training isn’t necessarily just to make them expert fighters. It’s also to instill discipline and hopefully a warrior’s mindset. Make it so that they want to go to war, that they long for it.

Quintus says that he does already have some pull with the military. A little more than most find comfortable, but of course it’s nowhere near absolute. You’re glad since that cuts down on a little extra work.

You tell him to track down the most spirited and skilled warriors that are in the military and have them gather somewhere secluded just outside the northern borders of Nalin. You say you need to get started on training as soon as possible, you just hope you don’t have too many wash outs (or casualties). You then say you also need to get started on an outside threat.

“What do you mean?”
“I mean you need an outside threat that genuinely scares people. Makes it so people are more supportive of a strong military. Makes it so eventually people prioritize their safety so much that they’re willing to give up their freedom just to be safe. I mean I know you’ve been warning the senate and the people about all the scary things out there and you’re right, but people don’t believe it until its beating down their door with a battle axe.”
“Yes, but how exactly are we going to do that?”
“Well YOU aren’t going to do anything except going about your usual business. I on the other hand am going to incite one of those threats you’ve told me about. Obviously one of the closest ones.”
“The usksha immigrants?” Quintus asks.
“Heh, well maybe in due time, but that’s bit more on the…political side. Plus its not a large enough threat and the follow through of invading the desert is a logistics nightmare that we are nowhere near in a position to carry out at this time. No, I was thinking something much simpler. Something much easier to incite violence in and a lot easier to get people to fear, namely orcs.”
“Oh, do you think you can do it?”
“Encouraging an orc to attack isn’t a challenge at all. Herding them to all attack in a specific direction takes a little more skill, but I can do it. It’ll just take a little time and we have to make a balancing act of it. Going to have to let the orcs win a few major battles in the beginning at least. It won’t be pretty, but it’ll also serve to purge some of the less than skilled soldiers you have around here. Some villages on the borders are going to have to burn as well.”
“Villages? Are you sure?”
“The problem with the Nalinites is they’ve never really been under a true threat for a very long time. When the people experience the loss of a couple border villages and see the bloody aftermath, trust me they’ll be begging for more protection. When they see the brutality of what an orc horde can do they’ll be screaming for justice and for us to march into the Quala Badlands to wipe out every last green skin. The first steps to expansion and the first steps to resurrecting the Empire.”

Quintus understands and says it sounds like a good plan. You and he talk a little more about some of the specifics before he eventually says he has a big day tomorrow of arguing against some silly law that one of his opponents is trying to have passed and needs to get some sleep. He says that you may have a bed in one of his spare rooms, as it isn’t like the rest of his family is going to complain about you being here. You agree but say that you intend on heading back to the dig site like you promised Jennifer tomorrow and also to get started on that orc situation you spoke on. Quintus remarks that you can take one of his horses and says he hopes to see you within a weeks time.

The next day you ride off to your destination and you feel somewhat calmer than you did when you first woke up. You also feel like you have a worthy purpose now. You know you’re going to have a big task ahead of you trying to reform the Empire, but at least it gives you something to do. Who knows, you might even be successful.

Or you might be instrumental in the downfall of yet another nation…
> You voices of the past (Matriarch Brenda's writings)
Before you prepare to get some rest for the night, Quintus hands you an old small worn book.

“What’s this?” you ask.
“Something I thought maybe you might find interesting. It’s the old journal of Matriarch Brenda, first ruler of Nalin and your fellow Eternal.” Quintus answers.

When you handle the book, the spine cracks and some of the pages nearly come falling out.

“Yeah, be careful, as you might imagine it’s very old and sadly missing quite a few pages already. For centuries nobody even knew she kept one, but this was found about three hundred years ago when the builders were tearing down her old home to make room for the new senate forum. Such a loss really, tearing down the home of a woman who did so much for this country. I can tell you one thing, had I been alive during those days, I would’ve made every effort to keep the house as an important historical site.”
“So who had this before you?”
“Oh several people. Mostly collectors that didn’t really do anything with it save not really keeping good care of it. For a while I do believe it was actually lost, but eventually it popped up again and found its way into that museum run by the Mols. Finally through a mutually beneficial deal I acquired the book from that family.”
“I see, well I’m not sure if I feel comfortable reading something that was Brenda’s private thoughts.”
“Oh. Well, you can just put it on that table over there if you feel that way. Just thought maybe you’d be interested in it. No harm done. Anyway goodnight.” Quintus says and leaves the room.

You begin to settle down for sleep, but find you that you can’t. You are tired, but not sleepy, probably because you’ve been sleeping for the past five hundred years!

You explore the room a bit, but there isn’t anything much of interest that’s going to keep you occupied, well except Brenda’s journal. It probably seems silly, but in your mind Brenda hasn’t been dead for centuries. In your mind, the last time you saw her was only a few years ago and reading her journal would be an invasion of her privacy.

However Brenda has been dead for centuries and under the circumstances you can’t help, but be a little interested.

“Apologies Brenda, but I fear my curiosity has gotten the better of me.” You say and start flipping through the journal trying to be a careful as you can since last time it nearly fell apart in your hands.

Really it seems like the journal shouldn’t even be handled anymore, it’s missing more than a few pages and the writing has faded as well. For all Quintus’ claims of respecting historical items of the old Empire, he hasn’t even bothered to put the loose pages back in proper order. Still, you manage to make out some of it.

One entry in particular stands out for you mainly because you get the best sense of Brenda’s frustration of her situation, but then realizing that she has to do something about it.

Entry 51

Sometimes I wonder why I even keep this stupid thing. I think I had some weird idea that someone needed to keep a record of events after the cataclysm. Still don’t know what caused it, nobody does. In another two hundred years is anyone even going to care?

Chaos hasn’t completely overtaken Nalin, but I need to keep some sort of order. I don’t want to use extreme measures, but it’s getting to the point where I’m going to have no choice. They aren’t bad people, they’re just panicking and scared more than anything else. It’s understandable, I am too.

I know who wouldn’t be scared, that paragon of Eternalhood. The Emperor’s Weapon of Terrible Justice or whatever it is they used to call him. Can’t remember all the nics and titles he had. If he were here, he’d probably already be rebuilding the Empire. Alas, I have heard no word of him or much word of anything past Quala really and it’s been months. I can only believe he must be dead along with millions of others. Warrick too, though I shed no tears for his passing. It was his bumbling that resulted in my husband’s death.

It would seem I am the last of the Eternals. It is a strange sad thing being the last of something. Everyone looks to me like I’m supposed to solve this problem with the snap of a finger, but I’m just one woman even if everyone somehow believes I’m this superior being just because I’m an Eternal.

I honestly wish I wasn’t most of the time. I certainly don’t feel any more powerful or smarter because of it and nowadays I feel like I’m got a huge target on my back and I have to constantly look over my shoulder because some idiot thinks I’m being a repressive tyrant. People either hate me, fear me, worship me, or a combination of all three.

What the hell do these people want? I’m doing the best I fucking can! Not only am I trying to maintain civilization and order in these dark days, I’m also trying to keep some semblance of the Empire alive. We can’t just abandon our way of life because of a terrible disaster.

Or maybe I’m just holding on to something that I know because I’ve lost everything else. I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.

Starting tomorrow, I’m going to make some major changes. I’m not even sure what exactly, but changes are going to be made if only so civilization and order can go on and damn what the people think. History can be the final judge.

I just wish Roldan was here.

“I wish you all were here.” You say to yourself and close the book.


After sitting here for about an hour or so listening to the sorry state the republic is in, let alone the rest of the area that used to be part of the old Empire, you’ve had enough of it all.

“Stop. I’ve heard enough about your wretched country. I can already tell what YOU want. You want the Empire back.”
“Yes! I want to resurrect the Empire!” Quintus exclaims.
“And that’s a lovely thought, but sorry to tell you this, it’s dead. Long buried and resigned to the trash heap of history.” You remark.

This comment is definitely not what Quintus expected. Jennifer on the other hand isn’t quite surprised you’d say such a thing given your own cynical remarks to her.

“But…you’re here now…a symbol! A symbol of the old ways! Proof of honor! Proof of strength! Proof of power! You’re an Eternal!”
“And? I obviously couldn’t prevent the destruction of the Empire. Am I supposed to just resurrect it with my mere presence? Am I to just kill the entire senate and establish perhaps you as an emperor? Do you think the people would accept that?”
“Well maybe not so direct…” Quintus remarks.
“No? Because that might be the only way to get things done around here. And what makes YOU think you’d even be a good emperor? You do not even have the support of the people.”
“I do have the support of my constituents! I even have a few allies in the senate!” Quintus protests.
“Well you still don’t have enough for what you desire. I’d say that I’d have a better chance of being accepted as an emperor before you would just due to the fear factor and raw power, and I’d still have to be looking over my shoulder constantly before I finally got run out by a complete rebellion or I destroyed so much of Nalin in the process of maintaining order. Given what you’ve told me of the average citizen it sounds like they’re perfectly happy with the way things are. Happy with their hedonistic freedom. Do you really think they’re going to listen to a relic of a time when the strong just ruled over the weak and the weak not only accepted it as a way of life, but some were even happy about it? The sheep have been let out of their pens and do not wish to return. Do you believe your people, even those that apparently keep voting for you to represent them are ready to accept a more restrictive and harsher culture? Do you believe you can foster such an environment?”

Quintus remains silent and you throw up your hands at his inability to answer.

“Well you see my problem with your plan. You probably thought when you dug me up; you’d have a powerful tool that would be your key to reforming a parody of the old Empire. And it would be a parody, because even if you were successful, it would NEVER be like the old Empire. You can read all the lore and books you want about the old days and nothing is stopping you from holding fantasies about such days. But make no mistake those good old days aren’t EVER coming back. You’re about five hundred years too late. I haven’t been awake one complete day yet, and even I’ve come to accept that hard truth…but then I’ve had to accept so many hard truths. This is just another one to me.”

Quintus nods solemnly. The spark that was in him is gone, but you can tell he isn’t completely defeated. Jennifer just tries to look away from both of you and shuffles some papers she has with her.

“You…you aren’t how I expected you to be…” Quintus says.
“Nobody ever is. Another hard truth I learned a long time ago.” You answer.
“Mm…well I seem to be at a loss of what to say. Which is rare considering they often complain that I never shut up in the senate.”

“Look, Quintus. I won’t deny that your ideals and goals aren’t admirable ones. However, I had to drag you back to reality. You still have a long way to go before even bringing something resembling the Empire back. As much as it might be fun to send me to just kill the senate with a firestorm and then establish martial law across the land, it’s not going to be that simple. At least not yet.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. It’s just I’ve read about some of your deeds, scraps of parchments really and I guess when I found out you were alive and in my house I just figured all of my country’s problem were solved.”
“Well, they may still be eventually. Now despite what I’ve said, I will help you. Because personally, I’d like to see you succeed if only so I could live in a place that didn’t seem so damn strange and it’s not like I have anywhere else to go.”
“So you are going to help bring back the Empire?”
“Well, something like it anyway. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try. Now then, with me on your side, you shouldn’t worry about the military side of things. I can take care of those matters when they arise, and they most certainly will. You’re going to have to take the lead on the political matters obviously, but I can still advise you in this capacity. All my years of working side by side with the Emperor contributed to such skills despite being on the battlefield most of the time.”

Quintus seems to have that spark of life again when you agree to help him after all. He happily asks where you should get started. Jennifer at this point is glad to also see things have worked out and says she should leave you two alone to talk more and get back to the dig site. Before she leaves Quintus calls out to thank her.

“And tell your father he has my thanks as well! If it weren’t for you two, we would not be in the better position we are now. Expect a bonus in pay this week.” Quintus says.
“Thank you senator. I was wondering though and I hate to ask, but it just came to me. Do you think our new friend here could come back up to the dig site when he has the time? It’s just that he was buried there and it might be of great help if he could at least perhaps give us a good indication on where it might be beneficial to dig.”
“Well we’ve got a lot to go over first, but afterwards if he wants to, I have no objections.”

Doesn’t take you long to agree. You briefly remark that where they were digging was near the Emperor’s main chambers and you’d like to see if anything survived yourself. This new revelation causes a bit of excitement from Jennifer and Quintus wondering what other magical treasures that might be of use in the coming days of change or even some scraps of history that can enlighten them more about such glorious days.

You just wonder if you can find the remains of Semra. Call it curiosity; call it a sense of closure.

The first thing you and Quintus talk about is the military. You explain that it is of vital importance to get them to support him the most, but it’s also of great importance to get them be more vicious warriors. You say you understand that battles are probably fought a little differently nowadays, but the intense training isn’t necessarily just to make them expert fighters. It’s also to instill discipline and hopefully a warrior’s mindset. Make it so that they want to go to war, that they long for it.

Quintus says that he does already have some pull with the military. A little more than most find comfortable, but of course it’s nowhere near absolute. You’re glad since that cuts down on a little extra work.

You tell him to track down the most spirited and skilled warriors that are in the military and have them gather somewhere secluded just outside the northern borders of Nalin. You say you need to get started on training as soon as possible, you just hope you don’t have too many wash outs (or casualties). You then say you also need to get started on an outside threat.

“What do you mean?”
“I mean you need an outside threat that genuinely scares people. Makes it so people are more supportive of a strong military. Makes it so eventually people prioritize their safety so much that they’re willing to give up their freedom just to be safe. I mean I know you’ve been warning the senate and the people about all the scary things out there and you’re right, but people don’t believe it until its beating down their door with a battle axe.”
“Yes, but how exactly are we going to do that?”
“Well YOU aren’t going to do anything except going about your usual business. I on the other hand am going to incite one of those threats you’ve told me about. Obviously one of the closest ones.”
“The usksha immigrants?” Quintus asks.
“Heh, well maybe in due time, but that’s bit more on the…political side. Plus its not a large enough threat and the follow through of invading the desert is a logistics nightmare that we are nowhere near in a position to carry out at this time. No, I was thinking something much simpler. Something much easier to incite violence in and a lot easier to get people to fear, namely orcs.”
“Oh, do you think you can do it?”
“Encouraging an orc to attack isn’t a challenge at all. Herding them to all attack in a specific direction takes a little more skill, but I can do it. It’ll just take a little time and we have to make a balancing act of it. Going to have to let the orcs win a few major battles in the beginning at least. It won’t be pretty, but it’ll also serve to purge some of the less than skilled soldiers you have around here. Some villages on the borders are going to have to burn as well.”
“Villages? Are you sure?”
“The problem with the Nalinites is they’ve never really been under a true threat for a very long time. When the people experience the loss of a couple border villages and see the bloody aftermath, trust me they’ll be begging for more protection. When they see the brutality of what an orc horde can do they’ll be screaming for justice and for us to march into the Quala Badlands to wipe out every last green skin. The first steps to expansion and the first steps to resurrecting the Empire.”

Quintus understands and says it sounds like a good plan. You and he talk a little more about some of the specifics before he eventually says he has a big day tomorrow of arguing against some silly law that one of his opponents is trying to have passed and needs to get some sleep. He says that you may have a bed in one of his spare rooms, as it isn’t like the rest of his family is going to complain about you being here. You agree but say that you intend on heading back to the dig site like you promised Jennifer tomorrow and also to get started on that orc situation you spoke on. Quintus remarks that you can take one of his horses and says he hopes to see you within a weeks time.

The next day you ride off to your destination and you feel somewhat calmer than you did when you first woke up. You also feel like you have a worthy purpose now. You know you’re going to have a big task ahead of you trying to reform the Empire, but at least it gives you something to do. Who knows, you might even be successful.

Or you might be instrumental in the downfall of yet another nation…
> You picking through the past (The dig site)
You’ve spent the past two days with Calvin’s crew, which has been fumbling about trying to dig up the rest of the Emperor’s chambers. So far they haven’t found much of consequence though, mostly just pieces of the Emperor’s belongings that were made of stone or metal, like a bed frame or one of his many work tables. The biggest things were broken pieces of the two large statues that stood outside the door and the half destroyed door itself. Any books that have been found have mostly been destroyed over the passage of time. Between insects, small subterranean rodents and centuries of gradual decay it would seem the earth has consumed most of the important stuff. While Calvin still appreciates what has been found, he was really hoping to find a treasure trove of magical items, but you told him he wouldn’t have had much luck anyway. The Emperor himself never really kept much of that around, probably because as a powerful wizard himself he didn’t need to rely on such things

You on the other hand haven’t found what you were looking for and that’s the remains of a svelk. You and Semra were in the immediate area yet no bones have been found. But then Jacob wasn’t too far from the same location and his bones haven’t been found either. (You still haven’t mentioned to Calvin or Jennifer about knowing the specifics about their ancestor’s death.) At this point you can’t do too much more lingering you need to get on with your more important assignment. You decide to make one more quick look though so you grab a shovel and start digging.

Of course you can’t be left alone while doing this, Jennifer decides to come up and bother you in her usual way. You swear the girl insists on trying to hang around you whenever possible. You certainly hope she doesn’t have a crush or something, because you don’t really have time for such things.

“Hey, you shouldn’t just be digging haphazardly like that near the support beam! One wrong dig and you could fall into a sinkhole or cause part of this excavation to collapse! You don’t want to be buried alive again do you?” Jennifer says.
“I dunno, I’m still wondering if I wouldn’t be better off.” You remark.
“Oh you don’t mean that. I thought you said you and Quintus had big plans that gave you a sense of purpose now.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t ponder if it’s worth it or not. (Sigh) Damn it, what am I doing? I’ve never going to find anything. I need to just get started on that business I spoke about with Quintus.”
“Wait, what ARE you looking for anyway? I’ve noticed you before looking through piles of dirt and overturning stones since you got here. If you told us, perhaps we could help you. I mean we do do this for a living and all.”
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Look if it’s personal, you don’t need to tell me or anyone else the significance, but if we know what to look for surely it could help couldn’t it? Maybe we already found it and it’s in our pile of ever-growing objects.

Sensing that Jennifer isn’t going to let this go you give in and tell her.

“(Sigh) I’m looking for bones.”
“Bones? Well we found a bunch a few feet higher up…”
“No, the bones I’m looking for would be at least approximately in the same area that you found me. They would be elven in nature, specifically svelk, if that makes a difference.”
“Dark elven? What was a dark elf doing down here near the Emperor? You know, you still haven’t told us anything about how you came to be in your situation. I mean we’ve all been wondering if the Emperor was down here during the cataclysm, though we haven’t found any trace of his remains.”

Now you wish you hadn’t told her.

“Look! Let’s just focus on one thing at a time! Now I’m looking for svelk bones, unless you’ve found anything like that, then we have nothing more to discuss.” You snap and start to leave.
“Okay, okay! No need to snap like that, but can you at least tell me who this svelk was? Obviously they must’ve been important to you or else you would not be trying to find the remains. I’m really just trying to help!”

Well that’s true and you can’t necessarily fault her for it.

“Alright, I’ll tell you a little bit. The svelk’s name was Semra and believe or not she was a top advisor to the Emperor. And since we’re on the topic, yes all of us were down here when the cataclysm hit. As the palace was collapsing in on our heads, Semra was the one who put me in that little magical box you all found me in. Basically she saved my life when certain doom was imminent.”

This bit of information predictably gets a big reaction out of Jennifer.

“Wow! I can’t believe it. The Emperor had a svelk advisor? She must’ve been an outcast from her people. I thought they were only nomadic mercenaries back in those days.”
“They were, but Semra was a bit more ambitious than that. Make no mistake she was no outcast. She was every bit as ruthless and treacherous as any of her people. Probably more so. She always had an angle.”
“Hm, surprised the Emperor trusted such a creature, but still she saved your life. A self sacrificing svelk; never thought such a thing existed. The two of you must’ve been close surely? Were you friends or um…”
“No we weren’t friends, and don’t even suggest we had a romantic affiliation.” You say before she even completes that sentence. “Our relationship was…complex. Let’s just say she played a big role in who I am today and despite whatever differences I did have with her I do owe her my life.”
“So, it’s kind of like a paying last respects thing?”
“Something like that. I mean she was literally the last person I saw before I went into my big sleep. My last moment during the old days were with her. Guess I felt like seeing her bones would be a kind of closure, but I guess it doesn’t matter anyway right?”
“No, I understand. Well, we’ll keep an eye out I guess for svelk bones. So… you said the Emperor was down here too?”
“Yeah, but before you even ask. There’s no point in trying to look for his remains. He disintegrated before my eyes.”

Jennifer is in shock.

“He…he disintegrated?! How?!”
“Well, it was the cataclysm. Hit pretty suddenly and hard. One moment he was there, then he wasn’t.”

Your vague explanation isn’t exactly untrue. You’re just glad it seems to be sufficient for now.

“Sheesh, no wonder you didn’t want to talk about it. Must’ve been stressful even for you. I have to tell my father about this. He’ll be very interested in learning more about this mystery.” Jennifer says.
“I’m sure you will. You know I’m very surprised he doesn’t speak to me more often given that he’s the one in charge of this expedition and his extreme interest in the history aspect.”
“I would imagine he would if your personality was different. You’re a bit intimidating and he still fears you a bit, so as it stands I think he believes it would be better if I spoke to you.”
“Why? Does he think I am easily swayed by a pretty face?”
“Er…no…what I was going to say is that I am a little more willing to take risks like interacting with you for example. You’re more likely to respect someone that’s brave and thus open up to them. I love my father, but he’s not exactly the bravest of men, though he has his moments.”
“Hm, sounds like someone I used to know.” You say thinking about Jacob, which makes you add a bit more to your story.

“Before I leave there are a few other bones you might want to look for while you’re down here.” You say.
“Oh? I thought it was just you and Semra.”
“It was in the end, but there was another top advisor to the Emperor here that died shortly before that.”
“Wait, you don’t mean…”
“Yes, your ancestor Jacob. Though his remains might be a bit…crushed. A large falling stone block fell on him.”

Your news once again renders Jennifer silent for a moment.

“We always did wonder what happened to him exactly. I mean it was always assumed he got killed during the cataclysm, but never knew the specifics. Well at he didn’t suffer long.” She remarks.
“No it was pretty quick and sudden. Just like everything else when the cataclysm hit. Still, if it’s any consolation, Jacob had his own moment of bravery before his life ended. He actually saved Semra and I from getting immediately killed during that dark time.”
“He did?”
“Yes. Anyway, as I said, I’ve got other things to do, so I’ll leave you to it.”

Before you leave, Jennifer thanks you for the information and hopes in time that you’ll open up more information about the past. You don’t make any promises, but you know you probably will eventually.

You leave the dig site and think about what you originally went there for in first place. Closure. Since you didn’t really get that, you do it yourself.

“Well Semra, I don’t really know why you saved me. Then again I didn’t understand your twisted obsession for me either. Whether it was genuine love, svelk psychological torture, your own personal fucked up mind or a combination of the three I’ll never know. And I guess now, I never will. But for what it’s worth. Thank you.”

After your monologue to yourself, you ride off in search of orcs to antagonize.


While it’s entirely possibly that you’d come out of this thing alive, (You’ve certainly been through worse) there’s little guarantee that anyone else will. If you’re going to keep your “rescuers” alive, you’ll need to be unhindered.

“What’re you doing?!” Jennifer asks as you leap on a horse.
“I’m getting off this thing, and I suggest if you don’t want to be a big target you will too, there’s another horse here, jump on it and we’ll unhitch the wagon!”

Sensing that you’re going to do this whether she likes it or not, she realizes that she doesn’t really have a choice. She jumps on a horse and you take your sword and cut the harness. You tell Jennifer that she should order everyone else to concentrate their gunfire to the left.

“Where are you going now?!”
“I’m going to take care of the ones on the right!” you shout and ride in their direction.

The orcs are so agitated about you heading directly towards them, they practically stop focusing on the caravan and begin firing arrows at you. Of course you anticipated such a thing and cast a shield to protect you and your horse. With your other hand you spray a cone of cold on the orcs closest to you, freezing them quite literally in their tracks.

This feat of magic is enough to cause the orcs to attempt to rear up their boars and change direction back towards attacking the caravan. Others are undeterred and continue to head toward you with large weapons in hand. You aim your next spell at their boars, which consists of a couple fire blasts. The pigs go up in a blaze and soon so do their riders who end up dropping their weapons in an attempt to beat out the flames.

You turn your attention at the orcs who decided to attack the caravan instead. At first glance the expedition crew have held their own fairly well considering none of them seem to be warriors and they seem to have fended off most of the orcs on the left side. However you see orcs getting the best of a couple of them when they close the gap and begin jumping onto the wagons.

You ride back to the caravan and put your own combat skills good use. Orcs may be fierce and unrelenting fighters sometimes, but without the heavy armor that you remember they used to wear for the Empire, they get killed as easily as anyone else if you’re skilled enough, and you’re more than skilled enough. As you battle the orcs, the remaining expedition crew tries to help, though you’re nearly shot a couple of times in the process. You end up yelling at them to stop “helping” you before you start firing at them with something a lot more accurate.

Soon after you’ve killed your last orc after hopping from wagon to wagon, you hear Jennifer shouts to everyone that you’ve won and the rest have rode off. The caravan stops for a moment to take some time to clean up dead bodies on the wagons, and gather up any equipment that fell off during the fight.

Jennifer comes up to you as you’re cleaning off your own sword.

“Well that was exciting to see a real Eternal in action! I knew we were going to be safe with you!”
“Hmm, yeah well I almost wasn’t safe with your people, because I nearly got shot a couple times!”
“Yeah, sorry about that. Fear of the orcs actually on the wagons was probably causing higher nervousness than usual.”
“You should get some soldiers on these trips. Then at least you’d have some people who actually know how to fight when things get a little close.”
“We do have soldiers, can’t you tell by the uniforms?”

Honestly you hadn’t really paid much attention to the fact that several of the people on this expedition crew do have similar outfits. It’s just regular clothing though, none of it is proper armor, light or heavy. You also now notice that the firearms are much different too, namely they can fire multiple shots before being reloaded. A very handy improvement indeed.

You realize that time has definitely marched on, it would seem that shooting someone with a rifle or pistol is the order of the day. Not much use for the old armor if that’s indeed the case. Still, you’re also reminded of the Felkans and their over reliance of such weapons. It would seem the Nalin Republic has the same technological disease. And these people are the supposed “successors” of the Empire.

“Guns.” You say shaking your head.
“What’s wrong with guns? You don’t think they’re honorable or something?” Jennifer asks.
“No, I believe they are very useful and it would be foolish to not employ such weapons of fantastic destruction during battle and war. I just have a problem with the reliance of them in place of natural combat skill, because one day you’re going to run out of bullets and then you see who the real soldier is.”
“How is using a gun any different from casting down lightning from your fingers or throwing fireballs around?”
“It isn’t in the scheme of things. I just said I don’t have a problem with gunpowder weapons. However you also noticed I didn’t just toss around magic like I had unlimited energy either. I used it when it was needed and engaged in close combat for the rest of them. I could’ve easily just rained down a firestorm and wiped out all of the orcs, but that would’ve taken out the caravan too. Something I’m sure nobody wanted. The Empire used firearms AND magic during the Felkan War, but individually the soldiers were still some of the toughest warriors you’d ever want to face. The Felkans soon learned that fatal fact. Perhaps if their soldiers still had the formidable close combat skills of an Empire soldier, they might not have lost so many battle when physical prowess was needed.”

Jennifer doesn’t debate your views or experience, she just thanks you again for your help and you’re soon underway. The rest of the journey is relatively silent.

Eventually you arrive in the Nalin Republic. The landscape here is more like you remember, though it isn’t until you get towards the capital of Dalt that you start seeing a resemblance to civilization, but even that’s different when it comes to the architecture and such. You get a few stares from passing citizens.

Jennifer and you disembark from the wagons when you arrive at Quintus’ house, or rather his very large mansion, which has guards posted at the gates. Honestly it’s the closest thing resembling the Empire you’ve seen since you got here.

“You wait here, I’ll have to speak with Quintus about all this first. While I’m sure he’ll really want to see you, there is protocol to follow.”
“Sure, do whatever it is you have to do, I’m not going anywhere, but who is this Quintus anyway?”
“Quintus Arillicus is one of the most influential leaders in the senate and as I’ve already mentioned an admirer of old Empire history, but he’ll tell you more when you meet him.”

As Jennifer walks through the gates, you’re left standing around with a few guards who give you the stares that you’ve come to expect from everyone. You wait for about ten minutes before you begin to wonder why you’re even entertaining this again.

Then you remember, it’s because you don’t have much else to do right now. Though you’re wondering what place you’re going to have in this new world. You imagine that maybe you could be a soldier again though it doesn’t look like there’s a war going on. Doesn’t even look like this place is suffering from any discontent from the citizens, but then looks can be deceiving.

Jennifer eventually comes back to the front gate and waves to come with her.

“You can come in now. Quintus is very excited to see you!”

At this point this Quintus better be just as impressive, because from what little you know of this guy, you’re not nearly as excited to see him.

You and Jennifer walk into the mansion and while it’s certainly fancy and has a design style similar to Empire architecture, it isn’t nearly as extraordinary as the first time you saw the Emperor’s palace. Of course you’re a harder sell from those old days. Jennifer and you enter what is apparently a conference room. She says that he shouldn’t be long and you both take a seat at the table.

Soon a middle-aged man walks into the room with some guards, but he dismisses them at the door so that you three can be alone. He’s dressed in an older style suit that looks more like those you remember Empire bureaucrats wearing and carries a staff of some sort with him. He also wears several rings. You sense that they all might be magical.

Either way you fail to be impressed, just as you suspected you would be. Quintus on the other hand, now that he sees you in person, he’s very impressed.

“I never believed in all these years…all the digging…all the research…everything. And none of what I’ve found compares to this! Yes! This is indeed a glorious day! A real live Eternal! Not just any Eternal either, but the one who served the Emperor himself!” Quintus exclaims as he sits down across from you.

“Now let me stop you right there. I know you’re all excited and shit, but for me this is going into unknown territory. Possibly even enemy territory. I have no idea WHAT exactly you want with me. I’m going to tell you right now though if you’re thinking of putting me in some sort of museum or some weird aristocratic version of a sideshow like they have at the fairs peasants go to you better get that idea out of your head right now.”

Jennifer tries to temper your words, but Quintus raises his hands as if no offense was taken.

“It’s alright. Our Eternal friend is quite right to be suspicious of me, but I can honestly tell him there is no reason for him to be because I think my goals will fit his honorable ideals. I’m still sure there is much he wants to know and questions that he has, but I will say that it is my hope that he and I will change history together!”

Quintus and Jennifer try to get you fully up to speed on everything first…
> The Cataclysm (Fall of Civilization)
One of the first questions you ask is to be caught up to speed on what the current situation is on the land. Jennifer fills you in on most of this topic though Quintus interjects when it comes to more political matters on the subject.

Jennifer starts off by stating that the cataclysm that destroyed the Empire not only led to a dark age, but as you might’ve been able to tell it changed the very landscape. Quala, which was once the heartland of the Empire, is now a wasteland. She mentions that besides the numerous orc tribes that live there, the place is also home for outlaw types.

Quintus remarks that the Nalin Republic has made a bit of an attempt to tame the southern most portion of it along the borders and says that he would like it to do more, but then complains that his hands are tied due to pacifistic fools in the senate.

Jennifer tells you Delerg got it even worse than Quala as most of the land just fell into the ocean! Delerg consists little more as an archipelago though a small portion of it is still attached to the mainland. She says there are rumors of horrors that were awakened and now dwell on several of the islands, but the main danger is that the place is now a haven for pirates.

Quintus remarks that the Nalin navy has problems dealing with them on their eastern coast. Again, he’d like to do more about it, but once again most of the senate claims it isn’t in the budget and is thinking about dismantling the navy altogether.

When you ask about Rask, Jennifer states that there isn’t too much to tell other than wilderness has reclaimed most of it. She says all that’s known is that it’s now infested with orcs, ogres, giants and worse. There are rumors of a warrior “guild” of some sort, but she can’t imagine that they’d be sane living in such a hostile environment.

Quintus doesn’t have much to add other than he’s sent a few adventurer types up there to explore, but none of them have come back alive. He’d like to send a full expedition up there, but he barely gets approval from the senate about the one he sends to dig up the Quala Badlands. You’re sensing a pattern here…

Jennifer next moves on to the more “civilized” areas of what once was the old Empire. She uses the term loosely though.

Arat is fairly lawless though it currently consists of six city-states which supposedly have an agreement of mutual protection (The Arat Alliance, but in practice they’re all out for themselves or at the very least concerned with their own problems. In some cases that means attempting to gain control over the rest. Particularly Lenay, which is the most powerful of the cities and is run by svelk.

You interrupt Jennifer.

“Excuse me? Svelk? They finally managed to settle down?”
“Oh yes, for quite a while now. Sovereign Eldolith has been running it for…”
“Wait, Eldolith?!” you interrupt again.
“Yes, do you know her?”
“We were acquainted. She was only a mercenary captain when I knew her.” You answer.
“Interesting…well she’s come a long way from a simple leader of mercenaries. She’s currently ruling Lenay unopposed and has influence over those weak willed idiots in Atinil and the criminal dominated Valizza.” Quintus interjects. “As you might expect the svelk treat the non-svelk little better than slaves, if they aren’t already.”

Quintus goes on to tell you that he’s been warning the senate that having a strong unified svelk dominated power nearby would not be a good thing, but as usual his warnings are mostly going unheard. He says that at the very least there should be steps to support more independence amongst the cities if only to keep Eldolith from gaining more power. He says one of the cities, Regnik is fairly friendly towards the republic and basically the most reliable source of information of what’s going on in the region.

Telis is the most isolationist of the bunch, but at least it isn’t under the influence of Eldolith. Not much is known about it save that it seems to be very well defended.

The last city is Zo. Though Zo is currently in such dire straits that the six cities may soon become known as the five cities. Zo constantly suffers attacks from orcs. How it remains standing is certainly a testament to its citizens’ resolve, but if the frequency of the attacks keep going the way they are, it won’t matter how stalwart the citizens are.

Jennifer finally comes to what was the newest edition to the Empire during your time, the territory consisting of the Felkan Kingdom. Jennifer says that it mostly consists of small hamlets and even a few towns, but none of them are united like a nation or even as big as one of the six cities of Arat. There is one small nation though that calls itself the Red Cap Kingdom.

The Red Cap Kingdom is a small nation of militant gnomes. Only gnomes live within its borders and they are fiercely independent and hostile to anyone who isn’t a gnome. They are extremely well defended too and probably the most technologically advanced. They call themselves the Red Caps due to being so merciless in battle that they supposedly dip their hats into the blood of their fallen enemies.

“Bloodthirsty gnomes…now I’ve heard everything…” you say nearly laughing. “Well considering all that happened to them, I can’t say I’d blame them for abandoning their pacifism. Always knew we didn’t get all of them. Surprised they came back to the area though.”

Jennifer is a bit confused by your statement, obviously not really knowing the whole story, though Quintus seems a little more up on the topic.

“My dear Miss Mol, during the time of the Empire, the Felkan Kingdom was secretly run by gnomes who did everything in their power to destroy the Empire. Gnomes as you might imagine were specifically targeted to ensure the safety of the Empire.” Quintus explains to Jennifer.
“Yeah…something like that. Though to be quite honest I believe the Emperor just really hated gnomes. He explained his reasons, but I always thought there might be another deeper personal motive. In any case never did learn it, and I didn’t need to. His will was mine and I followed orders.” You remark. This causes an outburst by Quintus who bangs his fist on the table startling Jennifer.
“You see that Miss Mol!? Utter dedication! A ruler gave orders and his soldiers carried them out! This why I wish the old Empire still existed! Shit got done back in those days!”

Considering how much Quintus bitches about the senate he’s certainly right about the Empire getting shit done. Jennifer continues.

“Well the gnomes may have re-entered the area due to being on the run from the other new nation that has reportedly arrived in the area, the Xi Hive.”
“Now who the hell are they?!” you ask.
“A great danger if the sources are even only half correct.” Quintus interjects. “And a perfect reason for the senate to get their shit together, but will they listen? No of course not! I just get accusations of being a warmongering troublemaker when in fact I’m trying to save all of their ungrateful asses!” Quintus shouts causing you and Jennifer and you to stare at him.

Quintus hasn’t really told you what his goals are yet and what role you might play in them, but you can already make a good guess at what one of them might be.

“Sorry. Please continue explaining the Xi Hive to our guest, Miss Mol.” Quintus says.
“So, the Xi Hive is apparently ruled by a race of insectoid creatures. Almost ant like in nature, they’re probably even directed by a queen. They don’t really have any proper settlements. We think they might be primarily subterranean, but that doesn’t stop them from attacking the humble villages that are on the surface. They don’t leave anyone alive and take survivors as captives; presumably underground where I can only guess they might eat or enslave them. They haven’t attacked any of the major powers yet like the Red Cap Kingdom or one of the six cities, but they have been slowly moving east, so it’s only a matter of time.”

You sit there taking all of this in. Orcs running amok, a new gnome nation, united svelk, ant people…and you haven’t even heard the whole sad story on the Nalin Republic yet.

“Tell me something is there ANYTHING that didn’t go to fucking hell when the Empire fell?” you ask.

Quintus and Jennifer aren’t sure how to respond. They think for a moment and then Quintus thinks of something.

“Um…before the cataclysm, Empire was in the process with wiping up gnoll rabble on its western borders wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, they must’ve never recovered from it, because there hasn’t been a gnoll seen in nearly five centuries!”
“Gee…well thank the Empire for small victories.” You say shaking your head with your hand on your forehead.