Eternal
Year 52
“The Sorcerer King still wants to meet with you my Emperor, he says he really wants to visit Empire lands and wishes to reassure you that there doesn’t need to be any increasing animosity between the two nations.” Kivan says.
“(Sigh) Again? That’s what like the sixth letter he’s sent? Never have I known a leader whose country isn’t on the verge of destruction so eager to be friends. And even when said countries have been on that verge of destruction some have preferred death over surrender. Makes me suspicious of him on general principle.” You say.
“Yes, I can see where you would be apprehensive my Emperor. Nevertheless I believe you should at least give a response this time rather than ignoring him. Uh, just a suggestion though. You may of course do what you wish as is your will.”
Kivan’s right in that you probably should respond; it’s been long enough. You just wonder if its time to respond with force. The time is starting to feel right. The new Eternals are finally done with their training and are eager to be given their purpose. Elam and the gnomes have just finished working on their new inventions. It would seem now would be as good as time as any to strike. It’s just unfortunate that Decena is still in Nyttrus since you could use her here.
However you’re still somewhat intrigued by this Sorcerer King who also claims “immortality” in his official title.
You wonder if he is like Casimir in some way. Perhaps another necromancer from Mortos? You haven’t thought about it for a while, but age is starting to catch up to you. While you’re still fit and stronger than the average person your age, you’re starting to feel the aches at times. The idea of “immortality” is starting to appeal to you especially considering you’ve accomplished so much. Are you to just lose it all due to the ravages of old age? You don’t even have the benefit of a long life span, you might be a powerful wizard in your own right and you might be more than human, but when it comes down to it, you’re going to have much limited life span than Casimir did.
Of course he most certainly won’t be forth coming with any such secret to extending one’s life span, but maybe you can at the very least get a good idea of who you’re dealing with. (And it may just be a “boastful” title anyway and he’s not actually immortal which would be good to know as well)
“Kivan, let the sorcerer king know that I’ll be making arrangements to meet with him and allowing him safe passage to visit, but there are going to be some stipulations…”
Basically you tell the sorcerer king that he can bring some of his personal guard, as well as whatever belongings he feels is necessary.
The sorcerer king returns your message with a gleeful acceptance and states that he wishes to come by ship within the week and dock at your biggest port in Nalin, from there he will meet you and you can travel to the capital together. You return that message and state that will be fine.
With this meeting underway you get things prepared for extra defense. Naturally Warrick and the Eyes work hard to make sure everything vital is extra secured, but you also have Galen and what few mages remain posted in various areas to act as magic monitors since your visitor is supposed to be a powerful wizard and all.
To be quite honest you aren’t sure what to expect yourself, as you have no real knowledge of the man or what he’s capable of save for rumors. You spend some time honing your own spell abilities just in case.
On the day of the arrival, you have Brenda and Warrick (And several soldiers) accompany you near the docks in the Nalin city of Pivod. It’s probably the first time all three of you have been together since the new eternals completed their training.
“I’m surprised you’re agreeing to this meeting. When the new Eternals were done with their training last year I thought for sure we’d be going to war with Nakol soon.” Brenda remarks.
“I probably would have, but Nakol isn’t going to be an easy conquest. It’s going to be costly. I wanted to make sure we had that extra resource influx and gold income coming from Nyttrus. Plus the gnomes were working on their new inventions, which would contribute greatly to an upcoming war effort. Thought it might be best to wait until we had all our forces brought to the table. This meeting though, well might as well get a good idea of who we’ll be dealing with.”
“But won’t he be doing the same thing?”
“True, but it hardly matters. He’s not going to have access to anything sensitive. All that stuff is in New Dessel. He already knows he’s potentially facing a losing situation. The fact remains that even if the war was costly for us, we’d still win. He may be a wizard of great power. Perhaps even as great as the old Emperor, but there is nothing implying that the rest of his nation is anything else than average at best. As I’ve heard, he’s the only wizard he even allows in his nation. Smart in some ways I suppose as it prevents anyone else from becoming as powerful as him, but it cripples his resources in the long run and displays to me a man who is very fearful of losing his advantage. They’ve only just recently created their own gunpowder weapons. They have no airships, they have nothing like any of our technological wonders.”
“Hrm, what about their fleet?” Warrick says and points to a large ship approaching which can only be the Sorcerer King. It is much bigger than the sea going ships you have. Even the ones you sent to Nyttrus weren’t as large. This “King’s Ship” is ridiculous. You don’t think it’s going to fit in the damn harbor.
As it gets closer, the ship is also well armed with cannons, but also lavishly decorated. You don’t really see the point in decorating a ship, which is obviously designed with war in mind. Then again you’ve also heard of how Nakol tends to place visual aesthetics over practical ones most of the time. Truly a sign of frivolousness and decadence.
Fortunately the giant ship manages to dock without destroying them and the gangplank lowers. You can’t even see who is aboard the ship due to its great height, but a fancy dressed individual walks down with two trumpeters behind him.
“And now it is your privledge and honor to receive the Immortal Sorcerer King of the Great Nation of Nakol and all his glory!” the man shouts and the trumpeters begin to play.
A line of people begins to march down the plank. First it’s the guards who are dressed in some sort of ceremonial armor that is obviously for show. Then some other people come down. They don’t look like soldiers or even advisors, they’re barely dressed and they consist of young males and females. They even down a little dance in front of the lot of you.
“What the hell? Who are all these people?” Warrick asks.
“If I had to guess, probably some sort of pleasure girls and boys.” You say.
“I thought you told him to keep his entourage light?” Brenda asks.
“I did, but as you can see, the fool has got to have his fun. The man himself better come out soon, because I’m not waiting around here for my health.”
Sure enough right after you make that statement a figure appears at the edge of the ship. He’s a swarthy man wearing a very luxurious looking robe and a crown encrusted with jewels. A pair of servants hold his robe as he makes his way down the plank.
He certainly carries an air of self-importance and royalty about him. When he approaches, you get a closer look at him. You imagine that he has to be at least as old or maybe even older than you, but his face does not display any signs of age. The only outwardly strange thing about him is that his eyes are an odd purple color. He may or may not be immortal, but he’s certainly using some sort of magic to make himself look young.
And here you are looking almost the exact opposite. You’re wearing practical armor, have a sword hanging by your side and absolutely no frills. When you and the Sorcerer King finally come face to face, he looks you up and down in a way that almost implies he’s attracted to you.
“Well, Emperor of the East at last we meet. So stoic and rugged! I heard that about you. I like it. Not my taste, but I believe it works for you. And my, look at all your little soldiers set out just for my arrival. I also detect a few…yes three mages in the nearby area. Guess you want to make sure I don’t secretly cast any aggressive spells eh? Smart. I’m flattered that you believe me so dangerous, but all of this was hardly necessary, as I said I only wish for peace between our two nations.” The Sorcerer King says while using a lot of flamboyant hand gestures.
He hasn’t been here a few seconds and already he’s starting to irritate you.
“Yes, well we’ll speak on that later, right now you’re going to have all your little concubines and some of your soldiers to get right back aboard that ship. I told you that you could have a personal guard not a small company and a few personal belongings.” You say.
“But these lovelies ARE my personal belongings. Was I wrong in believing that the Empire does not engage in such institutions?” the sorcerer king asks holding on to one of his young male “belongings.”
“If you’re referring to slavery, we’ve reserved it to criminal scum and prisoners of war nowadays as punishment for defying or insulting the Empire with their dissention or outright hostility. In any case I’m not having extra people running around and having to worry about them being a security risk, they stay on board your ship.”
The Sorcerer King frowns a bit.
“(Sigh) Very well I understand your concerns for security, but I must say you’re being a terribly dull and inflexible host right now. What about my two closest servants? Surely you would not deny me them?”
“You are seriously testing my already uncharacteristic hospitality. (Sigh) Fine, you can have your two robe carriers, or whatever they are to you.”
“Well I thank you for your permissiveness in this regard.”
At this point the Sorcerer King tells most of his people to get back on the ship and reassuring them that he’ll make it up to all of them later. You on the other hand tell Warrick that you want that ship closely watched and if anyone is seen trying to exit it, they’re to be shot immediately. Both Warrick and Brenda leave your company to attend to their other duties. No reason for all of you to suffer this fop.
What transpires for the rest of the day is putting up with the Sorcerer King’s annoying demeanor. He speaks and acts in a way that you dislike intensely. The man only seems to primarily discuss his sexual habits and you have to keep the conversation back on topic many times.
Despite his evasiveness (or rather his obsession with his sex life) you do manage to get something out of him. He says that he’s never been to the “mythical” Island of Mortos having lived in Nakol all his life. (After you mention a bit about it, he says it sounds like an awful place that he hopes to never set foot on) He also admits that he knows the Empire is much stronger than his own nation, but still hopes that it doesn’t come to war as he claims he’s a lover not a fighter. He even says he’s willing to work out some sort of agreement as long as he can stay in power of Nakol.
“Perhaps, if we paid some sort of tribute? I heard that you worked out a similar agreement with what are those adorable little mustached men that build all sorts of strange gadgets? Oh yes, the gnomes.” The sorcerer king says.
“Hrmm. Well one thing you need to take into consideration. New Dessel is a single city. Granted it’s a mountain, but its still a single location that we keep a very close eye on. There is also the fact that there aren’t many of them. However the most important thing in their favor is that they have a useful trade that contributes to the Empire greatly. Great enough that I’m willing to let them have a little extra autonomy.”
The Sorcerer King listens with apprehension, as he knows you’re going to now explain why you’re less willing to make the same deal with Nakol.
“Nakol on the other hand is a very large nation with a very large population. Call me paranoid, but I’m far from comfortable from giving something that much freedom. And your nation despite being large offers nothing really save for your resources, territory and obviously fat treasury. And I’d rather have those without having to ask at all. Face it, this is beginning of the end for Nakol independence. However there is one thing that stands out that would at least save your own skin and let you keep your position in this upcoming new order.”
“Oh? And what is that?”
“Your immortality, well at least your supposed immortality. I have my doubts. I imagine the only way to truly test such a thing would be to well…kill you.”
With a few eye glances to your own soldiers and a couple of swift punches and kicks, you get the sorcerer king to the floor and hold your dagger to his throat. His personal guard are slaughtered and two Eyes hold the sorcerer king’s arms just in case he tries to cast a spell.
“Utter anything that remotely sounds like an incantation and your tongue is the first thing I cut off.” You say.
“Stop! Stop! Please don’t kill me!” the sorcerer king exclaims.
“The fear on you is overwhelming. You’re not immortal. Guess I have just been wasting my time…” you say.
“No! Wait! (gasp) Maybe (wheeze) I’m not immortal, but I do have knowledge of obscure arts that can keep you young! I mean surely that must be worth something?”
You relax your blade a bit.
“Speak quickly sorcerer.”
“Thank you. (Whew) Yes, it’s true that I do not have proper immortality, but I do have eternal youth and what commoners really know the difference right? It’s a very complex ritual though. The type of magic involved hasn’t been practiced in who knows when. When I was genuinely a younger man a century ago, and first found the scrolls in some forgotten cave I only half believed of the power they would bring. I nearly died in the process and I paid a price, but it was worth it as you can see the results.”
You’re still a little leery…
“Please! I’m telling the truth! Look, we can perform the ritual right here if you want! I can tell you what to do and get, but we’re still going to have to wait until tomorrow at least since the ritual must be done at a certain time of night and that time has currently past unfortunately.”
“All right, you’ve bought yourself a little time, but I’m not going into this blind. Tomorrow you are going to tell me EVERYTHING about this ritual and the price you had to pay, because let’s just say I’m not a stranger to complex rituals and the repercussions involved.”
You have the sorcerer king shown to his room. You also have him bound, gagged AND watched by several Eyes and a couple of mages. You are not taking any chances.
You don’t get to sleep that night in your own room; you’re still pondering what this eternal youth ritual might entail. Casimir knew something similar to it, but that was due to necromantic magic and that obviously still had its limits. This apparently is different, you wonder how though.
“Mmm, there he is, my ambitious little Eternal desperately trying to unlock the secret to immortality so that he may truly live up to his name. If you wanted to know so bad, you should’ve just asked mommy.” You hear a voice say behind you, which causes you to freeze.
It’s Semra, and she’s in your room.
This isn’t an “illusion” either. You know it isn’t because you just felt her hot breath in your ear followed by a gentle lick.
How she managed to actually sneak in here is irrelevant. You’re in an unsafe position and you can only imagine that this has something to do with the sorcerer king. This whole visit might finally be showing its true colors…
“The Sorcerer King still wants to meet with you my Emperor, he says he really wants to visit Empire lands and wishes to reassure you that there doesn’t need to be any increasing animosity between the two nations.” Kivan says.
“(Sigh) Again? That’s what like the sixth letter he’s sent? Never have I known a leader whose country isn’t on the verge of destruction so eager to be friends. And even when said countries have been on that verge of destruction some have preferred death over surrender. Makes me suspicious of him on general principle.” You say.
“Yes, I can see where you would be apprehensive my Emperor. Nevertheless I believe you should at least give a response this time rather than ignoring him. Uh, just a suggestion though. You may of course do what you wish as is your will.”
Kivan’s right in that you probably should respond; it’s been long enough. You just wonder if its time to respond with force. The time is starting to feel right. The new Eternals are finally done with their training and are eager to be given their purpose. Elam and the gnomes have just finished working on their new inventions. It would seem now would be as good as time as any to strike. It’s just unfortunate that Decena is still in Nyttrus since you could use her here.
However you’re still somewhat intrigued by this Sorcerer King who also claims “immortality” in his official title.
You wonder if he is like Casimir in some way. Perhaps another necromancer from Mortos? You haven’t thought about it for a while, but age is starting to catch up to you. While you’re still fit and stronger than the average person your age, you’re starting to feel the aches at times. The idea of “immortality” is starting to appeal to you especially considering you’ve accomplished so much. Are you to just lose it all due to the ravages of old age? You don’t even have the benefit of a long life span, you might be a powerful wizard in your own right and you might be more than human, but when it comes down to it, you’re going to have much limited life span than Casimir did.
Of course he most certainly won’t be forth coming with any such secret to extending one’s life span, but maybe you can at the very least get a good idea of who you’re dealing with. (And it may just be a “boastful” title anyway and he’s not actually immortal which would be good to know as well)
“Kivan, let the sorcerer king know that I’ll be making arrangements to meet with him and allowing him safe passage to visit, but there are going to be some stipulations…”
Basically you tell the sorcerer king that he can bring some of his personal guard, as well as whatever belongings he feels is necessary.
The sorcerer king returns your message with a gleeful acceptance and states that he wishes to come by ship within the week and dock at your biggest port in Nalin, from there he will meet you and you can travel to the capital together. You return that message and state that will be fine.
With this meeting underway you get things prepared for extra defense. Naturally Warrick and the Eyes work hard to make sure everything vital is extra secured, but you also have Galen and what few mages remain posted in various areas to act as magic monitors since your visitor is supposed to be a powerful wizard and all.
To be quite honest you aren’t sure what to expect yourself, as you have no real knowledge of the man or what he’s capable of save for rumors. You spend some time honing your own spell abilities just in case.
On the day of the arrival, you have Brenda and Warrick (And several soldiers) accompany you near the docks in the Nalin city of Pivod. It’s probably the first time all three of you have been together since the new eternals completed their training.
“I’m surprised you’re agreeing to this meeting. When the new Eternals were done with their training last year I thought for sure we’d be going to war with Nakol soon.” Brenda remarks.
“I probably would have, but Nakol isn’t going to be an easy conquest. It’s going to be costly. I wanted to make sure we had that extra resource influx and gold income coming from Nyttrus. Plus the gnomes were working on their new inventions, which would contribute greatly to an upcoming war effort. Thought it might be best to wait until we had all our forces brought to the table. This meeting though, well might as well get a good idea of who we’ll be dealing with.”
“But won’t he be doing the same thing?”
“True, but it hardly matters. He’s not going to have access to anything sensitive. All that stuff is in New Dessel. He already knows he’s potentially facing a losing situation. The fact remains that even if the war was costly for us, we’d still win. He may be a wizard of great power. Perhaps even as great as the old Emperor, but there is nothing implying that the rest of his nation is anything else than average at best. As I’ve heard, he’s the only wizard he even allows in his nation. Smart in some ways I suppose as it prevents anyone else from becoming as powerful as him, but it cripples his resources in the long run and displays to me a man who is very fearful of losing his advantage. They’ve only just recently created their own gunpowder weapons. They have no airships, they have nothing like any of our technological wonders.”
“Hrm, what about their fleet?” Warrick says and points to a large ship approaching which can only be the Sorcerer King. It is much bigger than the sea going ships you have. Even the ones you sent to Nyttrus weren’t as large. This “King’s Ship” is ridiculous. You don’t think it’s going to fit in the damn harbor.
As it gets closer, the ship is also well armed with cannons, but also lavishly decorated. You don’t really see the point in decorating a ship, which is obviously designed with war in mind. Then again you’ve also heard of how Nakol tends to place visual aesthetics over practical ones most of the time. Truly a sign of frivolousness and decadence.
Fortunately the giant ship manages to dock without destroying them and the gangplank lowers. You can’t even see who is aboard the ship due to its great height, but a fancy dressed individual walks down with two trumpeters behind him.
“And now it is your privledge and honor to receive the Immortal Sorcerer King of the Great Nation of Nakol and all his glory!” the man shouts and the trumpeters begin to play.
A line of people begins to march down the plank. First it’s the guards who are dressed in some sort of ceremonial armor that is obviously for show. Then some other people come down. They don’t look like soldiers or even advisors, they’re barely dressed and they consist of young males and females. They even down a little dance in front of the lot of you.
“What the hell? Who are all these people?” Warrick asks.
“If I had to guess, probably some sort of pleasure girls and boys.” You say.
“I thought you told him to keep his entourage light?” Brenda asks.
“I did, but as you can see, the fool has got to have his fun. The man himself better come out soon, because I’m not waiting around here for my health.”
Sure enough right after you make that statement a figure appears at the edge of the ship. He’s a swarthy man wearing a very luxurious looking robe and a crown encrusted with jewels. A pair of servants hold his robe as he makes his way down the plank.
He certainly carries an air of self-importance and royalty about him. When he approaches, you get a closer look at him. You imagine that he has to be at least as old or maybe even older than you, but his face does not display any signs of age. The only outwardly strange thing about him is that his eyes are an odd purple color. He may or may not be immortal, but he’s certainly using some sort of magic to make himself look young.
And here you are looking almost the exact opposite. You’re wearing practical armor, have a sword hanging by your side and absolutely no frills. When you and the Sorcerer King finally come face to face, he looks you up and down in a way that almost implies he’s attracted to you.
“Well, Emperor of the East at last we meet. So stoic and rugged! I heard that about you. I like it. Not my taste, but I believe it works for you. And my, look at all your little soldiers set out just for my arrival. I also detect a few…yes three mages in the nearby area. Guess you want to make sure I don’t secretly cast any aggressive spells eh? Smart. I’m flattered that you believe me so dangerous, but all of this was hardly necessary, as I said I only wish for peace between our two nations.” The Sorcerer King says while using a lot of flamboyant hand gestures.
He hasn’t been here a few seconds and already he’s starting to irritate you.
“Yes, well we’ll speak on that later, right now you’re going to have all your little concubines and some of your soldiers to get right back aboard that ship. I told you that you could have a personal guard not a small company and a few personal belongings.” You say.
“But these lovelies ARE my personal belongings. Was I wrong in believing that the Empire does not engage in such institutions?” the sorcerer king asks holding on to one of his young male “belongings.”
“If you’re referring to slavery, we’ve reserved it to criminal scum and prisoners of war nowadays as punishment for defying or insulting the Empire with their dissention or outright hostility. In any case I’m not having extra people running around and having to worry about them being a security risk, they stay on board your ship.”
The Sorcerer King frowns a bit.
“(Sigh) Very well I understand your concerns for security, but I must say you’re being a terribly dull and inflexible host right now. What about my two closest servants? Surely you would not deny me them?”
“You are seriously testing my already uncharacteristic hospitality. (Sigh) Fine, you can have your two robe carriers, or whatever they are to you.”
“Well I thank you for your permissiveness in this regard.”
At this point the Sorcerer King tells most of his people to get back on the ship and reassuring them that he’ll make it up to all of them later. You on the other hand tell Warrick that you want that ship closely watched and if anyone is seen trying to exit it, they’re to be shot immediately. Both Warrick and Brenda leave your company to attend to their other duties. No reason for all of you to suffer this fop.
What transpires for the rest of the day is putting up with the Sorcerer King’s annoying demeanor. He speaks and acts in a way that you dislike intensely. The man only seems to primarily discuss his sexual habits and you have to keep the conversation back on topic many times.
Despite his evasiveness (or rather his obsession with his sex life) you do manage to get something out of him. He says that he’s never been to the “mythical” Island of Mortos having lived in Nakol all his life. (After you mention a bit about it, he says it sounds like an awful place that he hopes to never set foot on) He also admits that he knows the Empire is much stronger than his own nation, but still hopes that it doesn’t come to war as he claims he’s a lover not a fighter. He even says he’s willing to work out some sort of agreement as long as he can stay in power of Nakol.
“Perhaps, if we paid some sort of tribute? I heard that you worked out a similar agreement with what are those adorable little mustached men that build all sorts of strange gadgets? Oh yes, the gnomes.” The sorcerer king says.
“Hrmm. Well one thing you need to take into consideration. New Dessel is a single city. Granted it’s a mountain, but its still a single location that we keep a very close eye on. There is also the fact that there aren’t many of them. However the most important thing in their favor is that they have a useful trade that contributes to the Empire greatly. Great enough that I’m willing to let them have a little extra autonomy.”
The Sorcerer King listens with apprehension, as he knows you’re going to now explain why you’re less willing to make the same deal with Nakol.
“Nakol on the other hand is a very large nation with a very large population. Call me paranoid, but I’m far from comfortable from giving something that much freedom. And your nation despite being large offers nothing really save for your resources, territory and obviously fat treasury. And I’d rather have those without having to ask at all. Face it, this is beginning of the end for Nakol independence. However there is one thing that stands out that would at least save your own skin and let you keep your position in this upcoming new order.”
“Oh? And what is that?”
“Your immortality, well at least your supposed immortality. I have my doubts. I imagine the only way to truly test such a thing would be to well…kill you.”
With a few eye glances to your own soldiers and a couple of swift punches and kicks, you get the sorcerer king to the floor and hold your dagger to his throat. His personal guard are slaughtered and two Eyes hold the sorcerer king’s arms just in case he tries to cast a spell.
“Utter anything that remotely sounds like an incantation and your tongue is the first thing I cut off.” You say.
“Stop! Stop! Please don’t kill me!” the sorcerer king exclaims.
“The fear on you is overwhelming. You’re not immortal. Guess I have just been wasting my time…” you say.
“No! Wait! (gasp) Maybe (wheeze) I’m not immortal, but I do have knowledge of obscure arts that can keep you young! I mean surely that must be worth something?”
You relax your blade a bit.
“Speak quickly sorcerer.”
“Thank you. (Whew) Yes, it’s true that I do not have proper immortality, but I do have eternal youth and what commoners really know the difference right? It’s a very complex ritual though. The type of magic involved hasn’t been practiced in who knows when. When I was genuinely a younger man a century ago, and first found the scrolls in some forgotten cave I only half believed of the power they would bring. I nearly died in the process and I paid a price, but it was worth it as you can see the results.”
You’re still a little leery…
“Please! I’m telling the truth! Look, we can perform the ritual right here if you want! I can tell you what to do and get, but we’re still going to have to wait until tomorrow at least since the ritual must be done at a certain time of night and that time has currently past unfortunately.”
“All right, you’ve bought yourself a little time, but I’m not going into this blind. Tomorrow you are going to tell me EVERYTHING about this ritual and the price you had to pay, because let’s just say I’m not a stranger to complex rituals and the repercussions involved.”
You have the sorcerer king shown to his room. You also have him bound, gagged AND watched by several Eyes and a couple of mages. You are not taking any chances.
You don’t get to sleep that night in your own room; you’re still pondering what this eternal youth ritual might entail. Casimir knew something similar to it, but that was due to necromantic magic and that obviously still had its limits. This apparently is different, you wonder how though.
“Mmm, there he is, my ambitious little Eternal desperately trying to unlock the secret to immortality so that he may truly live up to his name. If you wanted to know so bad, you should’ve just asked mommy.” You hear a voice say behind you, which causes you to freeze.
It’s Semra, and she’s in your room.
This isn’t an “illusion” either. You know it isn’t because you just felt her hot breath in your ear followed by a gentle lick.
How she managed to actually sneak in here is irrelevant. You’re in an unsafe position and you can only imagine that this has something to do with the sorcerer king. This whole visit might finally be showing its true colors…