Territory


Alliances


Affinity

Deviation
Banishing
Enhancement
Wrath

The year 1305 since the rise of the unchained

ISLAND OF URA

“Filthy sharp teeth!”

He had tried to break the Rostus’ defenses, really tried. Thoron had an army of Valkun at his service; stupid creatures, no doubt, but strong. Strong enough to have brought him many victories until now. Against the Rostus’ defense their strength meant nothing, their worn hooves damn near worthless when they couldn’t even reach into the lairs of those who had camouflage on their side. Had he been wrong to make a pact with the Valkun?But no, no… He couldn’t question his choices, not now. All that mattered was putting those ill-fated boars down for good. Their horns would rot and they would tremble before him, begging to be dominated. Once they’d begged enough, paid the price for his pains so far Thoron would finally allow them to serve him. But first, he had to get help.

“Can you do this for me?”

“Not for you. For us.”

Thoron would have wrinkled his nose if he had one.

“For us,” he repeated.

He would deal with him later.

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