Between the years when the forgotten beasts roamed and the rise of the dwarf fortresses, in the land of tempests, where great beasts and evil powers lurked, one family was destined to wear the crown of the great karhakian horde upon their heads. I, the lone chronicler of the family of Herogilt will tell you a tale of war,bloodshed and glory.
AGE OF HEROGILT: The saga of glory!
Godan Nestledumbral met in the spacious halls of the keep owned by the Empire of tenderness. In front of him was a table, across it a map was shown, covered in colours, markings, arrows and various other symbols. Around the table sat several intelligent men, some missing eyes, ears, even legs. Each one of them had a concentrated look on their face, as they bickered and argued amongst themselves. They became quiet once they noticed that Godan stood in front of them. His hair was flowing, with a few grey strands, his muscles bulging and his cultist bone amulet that he wore around his neck glistening. The man carried a small knife these days, a far cry from his old glory days of carrying a bronze spearblade. He commanded the armies and men of the Empire of tenderness, although these days things were grim.
"Sadir! what is the news from your scouts?" Barked Godan roughly at the man across the table.
" Things are not good my liege, the cultists still continue to insidiously try to convert our populace. The vikings raid our hamlets often, the sarrids are growing in the east, the wuten hold their lands with great ferocity and the dwarves continue to be a nuisance. Even the elves fight us, the human empires hound us at every turn, bandits are popping up in the country side, fierce beasts and forces of nature lurk in the shadows, along with the unspeakable night horrors!" He replied, stuttering nervously and shouting the last bit.
" By gods men, have you all gone mad? Do you think that we're just going to lie back and let these threats devour us?! Every able person will fight, I want those filthy rats that you call civilisations exterminated!!" Yelled Godan in rage, smashing his fist on the table, causing a crack to appear.
"That's the problem! Every able arm is either fighting or helping the empire! Although there is one left who doesn't fight for us yet...." Squeaked a small advisor by the name of eliac.
"You mean Ves herogilt? Bah, i'll try to get him, fat chance he'll be of any use though" spat Godan.
Godan returned to a hamlet of a relative, he was constantly moving across the world, yet was staying there for about a week. A figure knocked on the door. Godan yelled for the person to come on in, yet waited cautiously next to the door. He prepared to leap but then noticed who the figure was. It was Ves herogilts. He looked quite like Godan, yet he was a scoundrel.
It was universally agreed that the Herogilt family was one of thieving, skulking, caniving, murdering scum. They would sell weapons to goblins, pay people to provoke beasts to pillage and at one point they were even involved with slave trading. Ves Herogilt wasn't actually a crooked sales person, he was a brutal warrior. At the age of eleven he proved his worth by knocking out, and tying up an entire viking raiding party. He carried a silver scimitar for some reason ( since silver is terrible for swords), along with an iron shield. Although Ves claimed to be a devoted member of The empires of tenderness, he would help out other nations quite often, for a price of course.
"Hello there general Godan, I heard I could be of some help to you." He remarked snidely.
"Cut the crap Ves, how much do you want for serving our empire?" Barked Godan angrily, he disliked Ves, he stood for everything he disliked about the modern day Empire.
" I'll do it for free, providing that if I deal with every problem in the empire, you make me Kharn" replied Ves, clearly amused at Godans anger.
Godan accepted hastily, knowing that Ves would fail miserably, after all the man did carry around a silver scimitar. First off he gave Ves a list of tasks, knowing full well he would perish before everything was solved. And so Ves Herogilts set off to the nearest keep, in search of companions, and so the Herogilt saga began.
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