<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, Desert Region<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Strategizing<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; mercifully for those who were too useless to be assigned to any other tasks and thus were relegated to hefting his portable palace, he did magically make it lightweight enough that it would not be too heavy that they could not carry it for long periods. It also magically reacted to approaching threats and bad news by elevating him into a standing position because 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/>The portable palace 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 in its totality.<br/><br/>To be sure, his banner was being carried by his armies on every continent now, but hadn't marched yet from one shore to another. The trolls of the Northern continent were gleeful to serve him after he gave them the gift of a dark cloud to shield them from the sunlight that would otherwise turn them to stone and free them only to hunt at night. They had only just begun their march on the cold lands. The Southern continent, of wild jungles in parts, was where he chose to unleash his animal thralls, making beasts that were otherwise tame or chose not to be hostile toward humans become vicious and feral to all not under his command. On the open plains and forests of the Western continent, he was more creative and molded his footsoldiers from the earth, golems and imps and harpies, some burrowing underground, some marching across the lands, and some terrorizing from the air. It was total war, and he had merely not decided where to go personally to ensure his victory. For now he remained in the land he had called home the longest, the Eastern continent, which was inescapably bound by his rule, at least the parts he had already conquered. The desert where he made his first major act of terrorism was just so familiar to him, it was hard to leave just yet, though he wished to rid himself of such sentiments. One day he would turn the sands into a thriving, fertile, verdant land just to spite it and erase it from his memory. Let the rest of the world fall into barrenness, but not here, where he gained his freedom.<br/><br/>Any hint of strong opposition would prompt him to set his sights upon wherever it came from as his destination. If it required his supervision and intervention, he would travel as far as necessary to instill his dominion over those who rebelled. But as of yet there was so little resistance it was almost comical. It was almost tempting to wish someone would challenge him just to give him something more stimulating to do with his time.