Nix Kingdom

A kingdom, one of the few bastions of order within a warped and hostile world. Built from a need for some cause, some banner to serve under, the Nix Lords of times past, and mostly forgotten, built this kingdom into a stronghold, a sanctuary of sorts for those lost. May they been called tyrants in other lands, ruling strict, but here they were the most fair as well compared to the savagery that exists outside its walls.

Within these halls, the current lord, Halloesh, sits upon a throne made in part of gray wood and in the other of purple fabric. The throne was adorned in the chitinous remains of some serpentine creature, it's head, dangling atop the resting rail, had a strange blade held within its jaws, just within the lord's reach. Halloesh himself sat, leaned back and relaxed, a goblet in one hand of some fermented juice of a red fruit that grows in the sands that was deemed, at least, safe enough.

Today he had gathered his most loyal and most subservient. To his side, Cordelia, his most faithful, a form barely identifiable as human, adorned in a purple cotton cloak, body covered in silken cloth, face obscured by a sharp shiny ornamental metal mask where only a gleam of a blue eye is visible, and decorated in blades. She knelt there silently, as best she can without arms. She was always close, possibly the most truly loyal, not forged of fear but longing. A pathetic creature, some say.

"I hear murmurs," he begins, his voice deep and steady, echoing through the chambers and breaking the silence. "...That I am without heir, that I will be the last lord. I will say, that is true."

There is a stir of confusion and disbelief. Even Cordelia shakes. But Halloesh taps the armrest of his throne and returns silence to the room.

"I will be the last lord, the last one of this long cold chapter," he continues, twirling his finger in his goblet slowly. "I had a dream, that the moon falls and the sun rises, that the serpent is torn. As I bring order here, as my fathers before me brought structure in this desolate world, our dream of prosperity shall too be realized. For you see, my most loyal, that in this dream, a great many emerged from the sand, against the Un, against the Ouroboros, and the moon moved and the tides of the abyss stirred and became blue, and light, true light shone through the gray skies. Let it be known again, that I Halloesh will succeed where my predecessors failed, and you, who follow, shall stand tall upon those who fell before you. Our salvation will come soon, by our own hands. And this sword, Void Howl, passed down from the lord before me, is the key."