King Graeme and his loyal subjects ruled a vast empire. Much of the power of it was located in the Navy and the strength of four hundred airships. They had been made over a miraculous three years and they were now powered by magic, sleeker and faster they cut through the skies with the newly made cannons that hurled fifty pound dense balls that was made with a highly volatile chemical in the hollow center an inch thick which exploded on impact.
It had been a miracle fueled by the ambition and magic of King Graeme who had ruled for only three years. King Graeme had killed the Great Dragon who had poured out of the heavens and had led his Mercenary legions and destroyed the ogres. With that rose the God-Emporer of Abasil, few even called Graeme a god, though only rumours. Graeme in secret, was a demi-god who with a spear at his side, was powerful.
Gatherings of newly found wizards were in the erected Kasmir cities which was called the New Cities. They poured over ancient texts of the Kasmir and populated the almost empty cities. These new High Mages were lords of their individual cities and many of them were corrupt and dangerous, and the most powerful of all the wizards and only answered to Graeme whose powers dwarfed that of any wizard.
But Kellen Tavador, Prince of the fallen Kasmir and Lord of Magic sat in one of the few citied that hadn't been erected far up in the tallest tower looking into a stone pool of blood where stood in a corner soaking in blood was Jermayan. Kellen smirked and circled the ten foot by ten foot pool where dark puple robes with a black sash untied showing underneth black pants and shirt while he wore a black satin tunic."Do you enjoy my pool, Jermayan?"
Jermayan and looked up and was once again shocked by the unassuming pattern of his lord's appearence. The Prince was tall standing at 6'1 that was ended in soft curls at his shoulders. His face was soft and round, very pale. His eyes were electric blue that seemed to make the pool full of warm human blood turn cold." Yes, my lord."
Kellen smirked and looked at the Mage Swordsman, who was 6'4 and had a body of steel. His eyes were glittering black jewels and a wicked, stern face. He had blackest of black hairs that was tied in a top knot to keep it out of the way,"We must prepare the hordes." Said Kellen softly.
The hordes he spoke of were the made of ogres and dark beasts like kobolds, gnomes, and underbeings; skeletons, zombies, and mummies. They had been trained and lived in the city working and toiling great machines to destroy the airships that threatened them and seige machines. The armies were vast and expanded over past the city lands in the surrounding jungles.
Jermayan rose exposed and bare out of the pool blood dripping of him off his head and bowed lowly as the blood came off of him in great rivelets controlled by magic and into the pool."Yes, my lord." He left the chamber and went below to dress as he looked aorund in his chamber. there was a balcony that looked out to the city and came out looking down at the abandoned city.
It had been cleaned up and re-managed and even as he looked on at the early morning he could see the streets were crowded with beasts of all sizes, all of them part of armies, and all them had a job. Some made food, managed the buildings and streets, built new areas, and some were actually working as spies and gained territory by making promises with the corrupted mages. Everything was going well, and soon they would move the hordes south and destory Caladin, this mockery of Kasmir.
Deep within marbled streets of Calan and in the Royal Palace, Lord Jorin Solid and Supreme Commander of the Caladin Calvary made his way into the King's Hall. The Great Hall was massive with a fifty foot high roof with a small window with bright light pouring in. The Royal Guard stood on the edge of the room standing silently and like Sentinels. The stone was look-like gold with a red carpet leading to the throne that was higher up with the queens thrown right beside the thrown room.
Jorin was dressed in his uniform, white-silver light plated armour with a white helm that at the top was a mane of white hair, showing him as a horseman. He had at his side his long sword.
At the throne sat King Graeme, his image having not faded for three years. He wore the soft silk red robes of the king with an awesome silver crown upon his brow. He was leaning casually whispering into his beautiful wife's ear smiling softly as she giggled at something he said. He stopped, noticing Jorin and frowned,"What is it, Jorin?"
Jorin bowed lowly, his nose nearly touching the ground as he raised back up."Word has reached our ears of what is happening in the North. Four of the New City's line of communication has been cut off and High Mage Haldorn says that an army of kobolds and ogres is coming his way and he requests assisstance. Your orders?"
The King stood up and looked down at Jorin who lowered himself more before the King," We prepare the 5th legion, they are to move north as aid to the New Cities and report on what has happened to the communication lines from the four cities. Commander of the 5th Legion is to set a defensive position around Armalieth. If enemy is spotted, he is to engage." Those were the King's words as he sat on his thrown once more.
Jorin rose once more bowed and left. He made his way out of the massive palace and deep into the Sodlier's section where he came to the Soldier's Section of the city and to the Main Barracks. He went inside to the room where the commanders stayed. He came inside as everyone inside became silent," 5th Legion Commander is ordered by our lord to move north. You are to go to Armalieth and report to High Mage Haldaron. After that you are to see what has happened to the communications lines to the cities and set up a defensive position around the Armalieth. If enemy is seen, you are to engage."
The gnome made his way through the dark streets of one of the New Cities. His small stature made him even more confusing to think of as one of the generals of the Dark Lord's armies. He was small as a five year old human with pale skin and black eyes. He had a black thin beard on his chin and upper lip that made him look older then he was. His hair was thinned out and cut short due to many years and his face showed many scars. He wore a black shirt tucked into his black pants with his small boots. At his side was a long knife more like a short sword for a gnome.
Due to a gnome being smaller then most races, the gnomes had to learn special ways to kill, like using speed and flexibility in combat. They had become expert infiltrators and some were even known to be a military genius. Like Jagor was. He was all those including and that was why he was one of the most prized soldiers of the Dark Lord having the largest horde ever, made up mostly of ogre veterens, kobolds, and dark humans. He was extremely happy with his army.
He had made them into a fighting army in ranks that matched even the stern armies of the hated Caladin. They were excellant at what they did, building great machines to destroy the airforce that would certianly challenge them. And all planned by one small being. Now, he had buisness he had to do.
He came to the officers house, of his army. It was a large stone dome building with an opening in the middle where the courtyard was. It was covered in weeds and vines and the gnome, used to the hard earth, despised it. He came through the doors where he met his officers," Word is, that a legion of Caladin soldiers is moving towards us. Our Lord tells us to engage and destroy them. Now! Prepare for war!"
And with that, the assembled officers yelled out battlecries and ran out the door to assemble the army. He would crush this army in the jungles of the north, and people would learn to fear Jagor the Fox.