Snippet #2724792

Indeed. Suzerain Tyretlethen; Emperor of a Thousand years. He has sent his armies away on a great conquest, much to his own ruin. I strike now, and claim his land from him.

The collected procession continued to wind their way up the spire of the Azure Citadel, growing steadily closer to the sandstone summit wherein lay Tyretlethen himself and the Eye of the Suzerain; the immense, billion-faceted sapphire jewel that crowned the uttermost pinnacle of the arcane fortress. Sekhemkare likely would have seen it shining as a clear, blue beacon in the night, but very few people indeed were given the opportunity to see the Suzerain's pride so close. The air became more and more perfumed with dried herbs and incense as they ascended, all mixed with the whispering eddies of desert wind from outside the vaulted windows. The setting suns cast their final, red rays through the ring system that arched over the sky, tracing wondrous patterns on the walls where the sunbeams broke through. No one spoke, save for the silent rapport between Nedelthakor and her newly obtained councilor.

Blades and fire all well and good, but I design to slay the Suzerain with his own hubris. Once we have completed our coupling, for I do at least desire to brood another Royal clutch, I will challenge him to deadly combat. You shall be the executor of my will, and see to it that none disturb our power struggle.