<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Mideast Desert Region Near Coast<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Overseeing aftermath of a victory<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open</strong></div><br/>Surrender or be destroyed. There was no third option. Rumplestiltskin would not stand for any insubordination whatsoever, so any place he came across would have to agree to fall in line, or just fall. So much time was spent shaking hands, sealing the deals that empowered him, but every life that pledged itself to him was guaranteed to be spared, so long as they would agree never to betray him in addition to serving him in whatever capacity he demanded at the time of the deal. People were divided according to their aptitude. Able-bodied men were to march in his army, others were to do whatever else was needed like farming, making clothes and weapons, and the like. He never tired of making an example of any who dared try to raise a hand of resistance, and for some reason, it never seemed to get them to completely cease their petty rebellions.<br/><br/>Being inhuman made his desire for intimate company less prevalent but he did appreciate a pretty face and shapely body. He had those young maidens who fit his aesthetic criteria feed him, wash his feet, massage his shoulders, whatever he pleased, as he was carried around on a luxurious golden carriage, almost like a portable tent but shaped like a miniature castle. There was room for an ornate and spacious bed, and for small tables with whatever food he desired, but not much else. He wanted to be able to leap forth from his throne at a moment's notice should the need for his power to enforce his law upon anything or anyone they came across.<br/><br/>Ten horses pulled the portable palace along as it was flanked from every direction by what was now 400 men, their families mercifully spared and back at home in towns now flying Rumplestiltskin's flag. With a snap of his fingers, Rumplestiltskin could transport the contents of whatever shipments and offerings were prepared by the towns and placed in a designated area to wherever his army now marched, so nothing would ever need to be hauled along with them, and only when quotas were not filled or any items missing or sneaked in without authorization would he need to transport himself back there and find out just what was going on. So far that particular form of disobedience had not occurred and he was glad of it. He didn't want to start experiencing that sort of disruption before he had expanded his reach to at least one of the other continents.<br/><br/>Ah, but where to go next? So many tempting locales. Maybe to the North, to find a Troll army to serve by his side? Though dim-witted they would surely be far easier to make loyal to him with a promise of darkening the skies so that they need never fear the daylight and be turned to stone again. Or...the West, where that first army of deliberate intervention had come from. Whoever had sent them certainly deserved to be made an example of, and deserved far worse than simply losing the military force they had sent. The names of royalty from around the world had not been meaningful to him through his long life and had always changed from the time of one master to another, so whatever the climate currently was politically, it escaped him as of yet. But if news was to spread as fast as it would begin, what with bad news spreading like wildfire and he being the worst news in centuries, he would inevitably find out who was aiming for him, and what they were doing to prepare for him and his darkness.<br/><br/>He understood the limits of his power, and what little his mere mortal army could do, especially if they came across a powerful agent of good who might actually convince them to turn on him if they believed there was a chance he could be defeated. He needed to recruit agents of his own, with power to fulfill his more grandiose orders and whose names would also strike fear in others as did his own. Gaining their loyalty might be a bit more of an issue if they were used to being the top dog of their little circle, but then, having that circle expand to the entire world might just be the right incentive to buy their loyalty. But his time stuck in his lamp made him unaware of who to seek out, or where. He would just have to improvise. If only he had access to something like the fabled Magic Mirror. There was nothing he would not part with in order to gain possession of that gem, something that could do so much and yet require none of his own power to utilize.