Talamius sat upon his throne as his messengers arrived with reports of the battlefield.
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“Laryx also requests a second battalion on the Thann front. It seems the Kingdom of Thann has a new ally that our spies have confirmed,” the human messenger stopped wearily as he looked upon his intimidating king. The demigod Talamius was there in all of his wicked glory, short blonde hair and hardened blue eyes. The imposing figure wore plate mail darker than the deepest shadow. In one hand the evil king lazily held a scepter of immense power, the symbol of his rule.
“Why have you stopped? There are many more reports to be heard and many more battle plans to be determined. Finish your report,” Talamius fixed a menacing stare on the lowly minion.
“Y-yes your greatness. The spies have determined the new commander to be Lord Twilight,” the lad stuttered.
“WHAT?!” the king roared in defiance.
Everyone in the chamber fell to their knee as their divine king expressed his displeasure. The messenger started whimpering in expectation of feeling punishment.
Talamius calmed himself before he caused a natural disaster. He sat back down on his throne and rubbed his chin with his free hand. So, the mighty Prince of Swords was going to play dirty? Twilight was an old acquaintance of his, specifically an enemy. The foolish drow was a friend of Allistars, his most hated nemesis. The fact that Twilight wielded the legendary Dragon Fang made him a dangerous foe as well.
It seemed Talamius had been making quite a few enemies within the last few decades. The Prince Of Swords alone was a worthy foe. Was he overreaching when he decided to reign endless war upon the fools that disturbed his affairs? No, Kargoth demanded it. His strategy would be to corner and defeat his foes one by one. While he had many enemies, Talamius also had many allies. Evil was quite easy to find if you looked for it he mused.
His resources were endless. His armies were vast and would eventually consume the fools. Not even the kingdom of his hated enemy Allistar had his size, and he would use it to crush all who stood before him in the name of Kargoth.
“Rise messenger,” the king demanded.
Slowly, the lad rose to one knee and nervously brushed his red hair. Was today not his last day?
“The foolish Kelanen wants to bring up old friends does he? Well he will find I am much better at it then he is.”
“Of course your highness,” the boy mumbled.
The king looked to his minions in the chamber. A small group of messengers kneeled and guards stood at attention.
“I have done much research on my foes. Tyrael, Chosen of Corellon Larethian. An elven cavalier,” he said in utter distaste. “Korrin Moonblade, renowned Bladesinger and currently mayor of the wretched Safehaven. And of course, Kelanen, the Prince of Swords. He has just recently ascended to demigod as well. All who I have named shall feel my wrath.”
The messengers looked to each other nervously. The king stood up. “Rise, boy.”
The red haired lad did as he was told.
“You will return to the battlefield. Laryx will have his second battalion along with something else. I will be sending Lord Retch with you. Should the foolish Twilight decide to take the battlefield, Lord Retch will make quick work of him. Go! You leave on the morrow!” Talamius bellowed.
The boy scrambled to get out of the castle. The king waved his hand and the guards let the boy pass without question.
The demigod listened to the reports of the various battlefields. The elves fought cowardly, retreating into the forest when it was convenient. He would destroy those fools last, when he could amass his full armies and march upon the Bronzewood itself. Thann was fighting proudly, as expected of Kelanen. They held their own but soon would be hard pressed as he gave the order to send another army to their doorstep.
Safehaven was the most frustrating conflict. The walled city seemed impregnable! The city had many specific individuals that kept his armies from gaining any foothold. A tenday ago he had surrounded the massive city with four separate armies. Even his most cunning, devious commander Zaxin, could not fathom how the city still stood. Every tactic, every devious plan of attack was somehow foiled as it was executed. The demigod could not find the answer. Kargoth would not tell him, as the greater powers were forbidden from directly affecting the massive conflict.
He rubbed his chin in thought. His naval armada was slowly making progress. Somehow, Safehaven was allies with the underwater kingdom of sea elves; Myth Nantar. In response to the surprising attack on his ships, he allied with all sorts of underwater creatures. He should start seeing more progress as the aquatic elves had to defend their kingdom from attack as well as keep his armada from crushing Safehaven’s port.
For now, things were set in motion. A dark thought entered his mind. Why not destroy one of his foes? Surely the death of a king would put a dead stop to any kingdom. . Yes…of course. An assassin?
The king mumbled to himself. No, that was too obvious. His enemies would be ready for a knife in the dark. But whom should he focus on? Who is the most accessible?
The king laughed to himself in the empty chamber. The foolish cavalier. Yes, he would do nicely as a first target. That would keep the elves in their forest until he came for them. Kelanen was too powerful a target, and Korrin never left Safehaven for too long. But Tyrael…yes how utterly delicious!
Talamius sat upon his throne brooding. What foe to send after the elf? A smile broke out onto his face. He was just reading a report about a strange occurrence a Halfling spy witnessed. A small caravan had been attacked by giants, but a dark figure came to their rescue.
His spy had determined the prophet Ringo Burrowgaurd was calling out to his halfling god for protection. Yondalla was a powerful halfling deity, above himself in power. She was peaceful and loving of her subjects, and it made Talamius disgusted. She was much closer in power to his own master, Kargoth.
In response to her prophet's cry for help, she took over the mind of the closest draconic being. A few divination spells had revealed the potent summoning magic the foolish Yondalla used to save her precious prophet.
For some reason neither he nor his spy understood at the time, a strange lithe elven warrior, not an enormous dragon, destroyed the ferocious giants with ease. Dismissing it as unimportant, he began to connect the pieces. He remembered something he had read a few months past. Tyrael had a long-standing conflict with a dark foe who moved in the guise of an elven warrior. Rumors said that the enemy was a black dragon. How ridiculous that rumor had seemed. Just the babbling of idiotic bards in drunken taverns. Or so he had thought. Could it possibly be true?
Talamius jumped up. That was it! He knew they were connected somehow. The figure in both reports had to have been the same. That meant Tyrael had a foe that was already looking for an angle in which to stab at the warrior.
The demigod rarely got excited, but plotting against his foolish enemies gave him quite a thrill. This particular plot gave him a warm feeling, and he basked in it.
Talamius laughed evilly. I am right, aren’t I? It was time to find this black dragon and find another ally. He would give the foolish creature the nudge he needed to find Tyrael alone and vulnerable. Then he would sit back on his throne and watch the imbecile do his work for him.