False King of Caerda
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Kyros sat on his black thrown. His loyal guardians at his side...
Roughly a dozen skeleton knights keeping watch at the edge of the thrown room. As night began to fall, he stood to his feet. Kyros straightened the spiked topaz crown upon his head. Originally belonging to the previous king of caerda. A pitiful man who hated the reality and the beauty of warefare. But that was years ago. Once he discovered his true powers he quickly realized how foolish it was for him to take orders. He was the rightful king. He alone would rule this wretched land even if it ment sacrificing his own soul to the darkness. The sun barely shined over the horizon just as the 4 moons began to show themselves in the sky. Kyros walked toward the balcony to the right of his thrown and wondered at the massive army gathered below. All the forces of the Demonic Abyss at his command. Tens of thousands of monstrous warriors spread out as far as the eye could see. Prepared to conquer the land that shall soon be his empire. As he thought about it he began to like the idea of becoming an emperor.
Supreme Emperor Kyros Wrath... Yes... It had a wonderful ring to it...
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