“We have come this far my fine Army!” Maelthra shouted proudly to his army. The submission of Kirrel had cut off Meiran from the Eastern Kingdoms, from hope of aid of Orina. Now all the Newly Reborn Shadow King had to do, was charge with his army of orcs, dark elves, goblins, and men and overpower Ramsay Allyrion, King Of Meiran. “Today, we will defeat Ramsay, and take his land for the glory of our Empire! You will do it for the honor and glory that I, Maelthra, will reward you upon our victory! Our numbers outnumber Ramsay’s 30 to 1. I wonder if his peasants can count that high.”
The laughter of the men was like music to his ears as the Shadow King gave a chilling smile and drew his sword.
“Now, let us claim our new province from those who have it! Charge!” With that, he rode with his Horsemen leading the charge of his army, and honed in on the King leading his charge. His eyes turned yellow as he smirked. “So, it’s a joust he wants then. I’ll gladly give it to him!” He shouted in glee as he swung madly, but with precision as the Battle for Meiran began.
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Within two hours, It was over. Ramsay Allyrion was defeated. Slain on the battlefield along with a majority of his forces. The Kingdom was Maelthra’s for the claiming and cementing of yet another province in his Empire, and securing at last his foothold in the West. With this his Empire once more is coming together. He now sits on the throne inside Ramsay’s castle, admiring several treasures his goblins found in the treasury. But he felt the need to complete his collection with Ramsay’s daughter, the famed Golden Princess Of Meiran. If he captured her, then he would have the Eastern Kingdoms’ attention.
”Then,” He thought in dark reflection, ”Any descendants of my Foe, Will I have your attention? Will we face each other in single combat again?” Maelthra shook out of his dark reverie when he heard laughter and a bottle cork popping and observed a goblin having fun with a wine bottle.
“Cease that!” He declared, using his magic to make his voice sound darker and demonic for a brief second. “That’s a waste of good wine. A pity I have no company to drink with it yet.” He smirked as the goblin stopped and laughed at his humor.
“You wish us to find some?” The goblin asked.
“No, with luck company will come to me. I am counting on that.” Maelthra tossed the treasure he was holding onto a small pile of gold and laced his fingers together in wait. Whether it be for the princess, or something else, the goblin wouldn’t know. “Counting on that...”