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For those who live in the many kingdoms these days, they know of King Olaf the Seventh. They know him as a power hungry king who wishes to use his army of Tin Soldiers to conquer and rule. And they also know that he has failed this dream many times, with his armies and plans falling to bits to the swords of knights. To those who live away from his personal kingdom, they see him as a joke, a false king with false hope. Those who live near him fear, as his armies have brought them much misery and death whenever he tries again. But the rulers of the many kingdoms all see King Olaf as a mere annoyance, a being who is nothing more than an irritating mosquito. But people remember that it was not always that way. They remember the days when Olaf had first come to their continent, not as the Seventh, but as the First. Time has healed the wounds that he left, but memory will never forget when the armies of the Patchwork King marched across the countryside, and left destruction in its wake.

When Olaf first sailed to this land, he was but a simple, yet odd, being. People took note of the man with cloth skin, but looked no further. After all, what could a doll with a book do to them? He traveled down the coast, searching for an ideal spot, of what criteria he was looking for, no one knew. But at last he had come to a mountain range along the southern coast, and he chose it as his home. But this land would not be see easily taken, as it belonged to a warlord, who used the mountains to hold his great fortress. With his mountain clans and powerful fort, it seemed like Olaf had chosen the wrong place. But that did not bother him. He first went to the barbaric ruler and requested a piece of land to call his own. He barely got his request out when the warriors seized him and flung him back down the mountain. But the anatomy of Olaf's kind is resilient to such trauma, and he merely got back up and went back to the coast. With the warlord's answer in mind, he took out his book and a small crystal. using the book as a guide, he spoke to the crystal and flung it into the water. After that, he sat down at the shore and waited. Months passed as he waited by the shore, eating whatever flora and fauna was at hand. The local warlord saw this and paid it no mind. He saw no threat from a "cloth monk." But three months after he threw the crystal into the ocean, something came. In the dark of the night, a fleet of ships arrived at Olaf's shore and unloaded its cargo. Without the aid of lights or torches, Olaf and his cargo went to the fortress of the warlord. The cocky barbarian suddenly awoke that night to the sounds of screaming and the light of fire. Before he could rally his troops, his clansmen lay dead and their villages were ash. His impenetrable fortress was suddenly breached, and hordes of enemies poured in. He tried to fight back, but it was in vain. His guards drowned in the sea of steel and blades, and at last he was surrounded on his throne. The beings that imprisoned him were covered head to toe in armor, and seemed to take damage and wounds without slow. And they parted their numbers to allow one person in. Olaf, who no longer wore his simple cloak, but a suit of armor and a blade of strange appearance. Before the warlord to plead for mercy, Olaf beheaded him and sat upon his throne. The land he desired was now his.

Due to the night attack in the middle of a mountain land and the slaughtering of those who lived there, there was little news to the outside world. And most of all, no news of Olaf and his metal army reached the ears of kings. So with that, Olaf sat content on his throne and rebuilt the fortress that he had destroyed, all while having his metal minions begin mining operations in the mountains. It turned out that the base of the mountains were rich in metal and ore, a fact that Olaf somehow knew. With this rich supply, he had his soldiers dig tunnels into the mountains and begin harvesting the ore. The ore was then taken to a vast workshop, were it was smelted and forged by more iron beings. With this forged iron, Olaf used his strange tome to bring it to life, creating the iron golems that his army was made of. These new creations were set immediately to work in either the mines or forges. And this process continued for many months, with Olaf and his minions remaining in their isolated mountain realm . The outside world did not know what was going on in there, and they honestly didn't care. The other kings and rulers had other things to care about, and the work of someone in some far off mountains was none of their concern. But this oversight was one they all regretted when the doors of his fortress finally opened and his armies can marching out.

The kingdoms received quite a shock when the iron armies of Olaf emerged from the mountains, marching their way north to the other kingdoms. Messengers and scouts brought back news to the kings about the cloth man who had men made of metal. When the rulers heard about who was leading the army, and who was in it, they lost their fear. They all knew about golems, and knew that they were clumsy and slow beings. Good for labor, bad for battle. They believed that the human mind, spirit and body could easily trounce these strange creations, as they lacked everything humans had. And the knowledge that they were led by a patched up doll had many laughing. They saw no threat to such a goofy looking entity, and prepped their armies and defenses to crush his legion. At this time, many jokingly referred to Olaf as the Patchwork King. But it wasn't long before that name was said in fear.

The Iron Legion bowled over towns and villages in their march towards the nearest kingdom, slaughtering many, enslaving the survivors and torching the remains. The creations that made up this army were nothing like the Tin Soldiers we see today. they were large, tougher and harder to kill. To fully take down one, the energy spheres in their head and chest had to be destroyed, which was no easy feat when dealing with thick armor and nasty blades. He had soldiers with swords, bowmen with crossbows fused to their limbs, mechanical horses and riders, metal executioners and siege weapons that moved and fired on their own. Each new battle brought out new creations and metal monstrosities that Olaf used to break through defenses. When Olaf reached the first king and turned the castle to rubble, the rest of the nation began to worry.

Armies were sent out to fight them, castles and towns boosted their defenses and everyone tried everything to stop the Patchwork King. but his armies continued to march on, spreading destruction and war to wherever they walked. Kingdoms began to fall, and when the great Tulpan Wall was breached by a living battering ram, everyone was sure the end was near.

With each fallen king, Olaf took their torn banner and used it to furnish his stone throne. He believed that a throne should not be lavish or comfortable, lest the king get lazy. The only comfort he added to it was the banners of fallen enemies. the arms of the throne boasted sigils of other kingdoms that he toppled, using it as some kind of checklist. And this King did not sit on his throne as these battles were fought. He was on the frontlines. With his armor and blade, he fought many warriors in combat and slew each and everyone of them. He was skilled in swordsmanship beyond everyone's expectations, and was able to beat some of the greatest sword hands alive at the time. His unique blade became so well known and feared, that they called it the Realm Cleaver and spoke stories of its magical powers. But his blade wasn't his only weapon, his clawed gauntlets tore out many throats, and his spiked crown had been used many times to impale enemies. Assassination attempts were tried, in the hope of cutting off the head of this metal monster, but each failed. it was said that Olaf was so used to assassination attempts, that he had a cleanup crew outside his tent that he could call on.

But when all hope seemed lost for the kingdoms, a hero emerged. A great warrior named Brohm rallied the broken armies and kingdoms to fight, and they threw everything they had into a final battle. During the siege of one of their toughest castles, Brohm and a group of warriors fought their way to Olaf's personal siege tower, where he liked to watch the breaching of the gate. The fight there and on the way up cost the lives of all in the group, save for Brohm, who made it to Olaf's balcony. There, the two dueled each other, sword to sword. As chaos and destruction rained around them, they fought. As the walls crumbled and fires spread, they struck. The battle was long and fierce, and it seemed that Brohm would tire before Olaf. But the collapse of the castle wall released a cloud of dust, which engulfed the siege tower. In the brief moment of blindness, Olaf struck at what he thought was Brohm, but it was not. With this moment of distraction, Brohm was able to dash behind him and cleave off Olaf's head. When the dust settled, the Patchwork King lay headless, and Brohm stood victorious. The effect was immediate. The Iron Legion stopped their actions all at once, lost without their leader and directions. The brief lapse in offense and defense allowed the human armies to push back and lay down crippling losses to the Iron Legion. A few moments after the apparent confusion, the Iron Legion regained their senses and continued with their basic programming, but it was too late. Too many losses had been caused, and the moment they originally had was lost. The Legion was force into a full on retreat, but the humans would not let them go so easily. The fleeing army was chased all the way back to their mountain home, with their numbers falling with each passing day. The humans only stopped their pursuit and attack when they reached the mountain range, as the fortress defenses were too much for them. But with their leader dead and their numbers low, the surviving rulers and warriors knew that the Iron Legion was finished. As a precaution though, a heavily defended wall was built around the fortress to insure that if anything came out, it wouldn't make it far. And so the Iron War was won by humanity, and the Patchwork King was vanquished. The only odd thing they could see though, was why they couldn't find the body and head of the fallen king. Many assumed it was either burned in the battle or taken by the iron warriors, but regardless, the tyrant was dead. After all, who could survive a beheading?

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I am actually planning on adding background and color to this picture, but I wanted to post this first incase I screwed something up. I wanted to establish that the Olaf lineage started off strong and powerful, only to weaken over every passing. Olaf the First was an absolute badass, while Olaf the Seventh is now seen as a joke. But that is a motivation for Olaf now, to be like his ancestor and conquer the nation like his ancestor once dreamed.

Also note, this was not the end of Olaf the First, but merely the loss of his claim on the body and the birth of Olaf the Second. The two of them, the Second with the body and the First know being just a head, would later rebuild their masses and reattempt to take over the kingdoms.

Description
For those who live in the many kingdoms these days, they know of King Olaf the Seventh. They know him as a power hungry king who wishes to use his army of Tin Soldiers to conquer and rule. And they also know that he has failed this dream many times, with his armies and plans falling to bits to the swords of knights. To those who live away from his personal kingdom, they see him as a joke, a false king with false hope. Those who live near him fear, as his armies have brought them much misery and death whenever he tries again. But the rulers of the many kingdoms all see King Olaf as a mere annoyance, a being who is nothing more than an irritating mosquito. But people remember that it was not always that way. They remember the days when Olaf had first come to their continent, not as the Seventh, but as the First. Time has healed the wounds that he left, but memory will never forget when the armies of the Patchwork King marched across the countryside, and left destruction in its wake.

When Olaf first sailed to this land, he was but a simple, yet odd, being. People took note of the man with cloth skin, but looked no further. After all, what could a doll with a book do to them? He traveled down the coast, searching for an ideal spot, of what criteria he was looking for, no one knew. But at last he had come to a mountain range along the southern coast, and he chose it as his home. But this land would not be see easily taken, as it belonged to a warlord, who used the mountains to hold his great fortress. With his mountain clans and powerful fort, it seemed like Olaf had chosen the wrong place. But that did not bother him. He first went to the barbaric ruler and requested a piece of land to call his own. He barely got his request out when the warriors seized him and flung him back down the mountain. But the anatomy of Olaf's kind is resilient to such trauma, and he merely got back up and went back to the coast. With the warlord's answer in mind, he took out his book and a small crystal. using the book as a guide, he spoke to the crystal and flung it into the water. After that, he sat down at the shore and waited. Months passed as he waited by the shore, eating whatever flora and fauna was at hand. The local warlord saw this and paid it no mind. He saw no threat from a "cloth monk." But three months after he threw the crystal into the ocean, something came. In the dark of the night, a fleet of ships arrived at Olaf's shore and unloaded its cargo. Without the aid of lights or torches, Olaf and his cargo went to the fortress of the warlord. The cocky barbarian suddenly awoke that night to the sounds of screaming and the light of fire. Before he could rally his troops, his clansmen lay dead and their villages were ash. His impenetrable fortress was suddenly breached, and hordes of enemies poured in. He tried to fight back, but it was in vain. His guards drowned in the sea of steel and blades, and at last he was surrounded on his throne. The beings that imprisoned him were covered head to toe in armor, and seemed to take damage and wounds without slow. And they parted their numbers to allow one person in. Olaf, who no longer wore his simple cloak, but a suit of armor and a blade of strange appearance. Before the warlord to plead for mercy, Olaf beheaded him and sat upon his throne. The land he desired was now his.

Due to the night attack in the middle of a mountain land and the slaughtering of those who lived there, there was little news to the outside world. And most of all, no news of Olaf and his metal army reached the ears of kings. So with that, Olaf sat content on his throne and rebuilt the fortress that he had destroyed, all while having his metal minions begin mining operations in the mountains. It turned out that the base of the mountains were rich in metal and ore, a fact that Olaf somehow knew. With this rich supply, he had his soldiers dig tunnels into the mountains and begin harvesting the ore. The ore was then taken to a vast workshop, were it was smelted and forged by more iron beings. With this forged iron, Olaf used his strange tome to bring it to life, creating the iron golems that his army was made of. These new creations were set immediately to work in either the mines or forges. And this process continued for many months, with Olaf and his minions remaining in their isolated mountain realm . The outside world did not know what was going on in there, and they honestly didn't care. The other kings and rulers had other things to care about, and the work of someone in some far off mountains was none of their concern. But this oversight was one they all regretted when the doors of his fortress finally opened and his armies can marching out.

The kingdoms received quite a shock when the iron armies of Olaf emerged from the mountains, marching their way north to the other kingdoms. Messengers and scouts brought back news to the kings about the cloth man who had men made of metal. When the rulers heard about who was leading the army, and who was in it, they lost their fear. They all knew about golems, and knew that they were clumsy and slow beings. Good for labor, bad for battle. They believed that the human mind, spirit and body could easily trounce these strange creations, as they lacked everything humans had. And the knowledge that they were led by a patched up doll had many laughing. They saw no threat to such a goofy looking entity, and prepped their armies and defenses to crush his legion. At this time, many jokingly referred to Olaf as the Patchwork King. But it wasn't long before that name was said in fear.

The Iron Legion bowled over towns and villages in their march towards the nearest kingdom, slaughtering many, enslaving the survivors and torching the remains. The creations that made up this army were nothing like the Tin Soldiers we see today. they were large, tougher and harder to kill. To fully take down one, the energy spheres in their head and chest had to be destroyed, which was no easy feat when dealing with thick armor and nasty blades. He had soldiers with swords, bowmen with crossbows fused to their limbs, mechanical horses and riders, metal executioners and siege weapons that moved and fired on their own. Each new battle brought out new creations and metal monstrosities that Olaf used to break through defenses. When Olaf reached the first king and turned the castle to rubble, the rest of the nation began to worry.

Armies were sent out to fight them, castles and towns boosted their defenses and everyone tried everything to stop the Patchwork King. but his armies continued to march on, spreading destruction and war to wherever they walked. Kingdoms began to fall, and when the great Tulpan Wall was breached by a living battering ram, everyone was sure the end was near.

With each fallen king, Olaf took their torn banner and used it to furnish his stone throne. He believed that a throne should not be lavish or comfortable, lest the king get lazy. The only comfort he added to it was the banners of fallen enemies. the arms of the throne boasted sigils of other kingdoms that he toppled, using it as some kind of checklist. And this King did not sit on his throne as these battles were fought. He was on the frontlines. With his armor and blade, he fought many warriors in combat and slew each and everyone of them. He was skilled in swordsmanship beyond everyone's expectations, and was able to beat some of the greatest sword hands alive at the time. His unique blade became so well known and feared, that they called it the Realm Cleaver and spoke stories of its magical powers. But his blade wasn't his only weapon, his clawed gauntlets tore out many throats, and his spiked crown had been used many times to impale enemies. Assassination attempts were tried, in the hope of cutting off the head of this metal monster, but each failed. it was said that Olaf was so used to assassination attempts, that he had a cleanup crew outside his tent that he could call on.

But when all hope seemed lost for the kingdoms, a hero emerged. A great warrior named Brohm rallied the broken armies and kingdoms to fight, and they threw everything they had into a final battle. During the siege of one of their toughest castles, Brohm and a group of warriors fought their way to Olaf's personal siege tower, where he liked to watch the breaching of the gate. The fight there and on the way up cost the lives of all in the group, save for Brohm, who made it to Olaf's balcony. There, the two dueled each other, sword to sword. As chaos and destruction rained around them, they fought. As the walls crumbled and fires spread, they struck. The battle was long and fierce, and it seemed that Brohm would tire before Olaf. But the collapse of the castle wall released a cloud of dust, which engulfed the siege tower. In the brief moment of blindness, Olaf struck at what he thought was Brohm, but it was not. With this moment of distraction, Brohm was able to dash behind him and cleave off Olaf's head. When the dust settled, the Patchwork King lay headless, and Brohm stood victorious. The effect was immediate. The Iron Legion stopped their actions all at once, lost without their leader and directions. The brief lapse in offense and defense allowed the human armies to push back and lay down crippling losses to the Iron Legion. A few moments after the apparent confusion, the Iron Legion regained their senses and continued with their basic programming, but it was too late. Too many losses had been caused, and the moment they originally had was lost. The Legion was force into a full on retreat, but the humans would not let them go so easily. The fleeing army was chased all the way back to their mountain home, with their numbers falling with each passing day. The humans only stopped their pursuit and attack when they reached the mountain range, as the fortress defenses were too much for them. But with their leader dead and their numbers low, the surviving rulers and warriors knew that the Iron Legion was finished. As a precaution though, a heavily defended wall was built around the fortress to insure that if anything came out, it wouldn't make it far. And so the Iron War was won by humanity, and the Patchwork King was vanquished. The only odd thing they could see though, was why they couldn't find the body and head of the fallen king. Many assumed it was either burned in the battle or taken by the iron warriors, but regardless, the tyrant was dead. After all, who could survive a beheading?

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I am actually planning on adding background and color to this picture, but I wanted to post this first incase I screwed something up. I wanted to establish that the Olaf lineage started off strong and powerful, only to weaken over every passing. Olaf the First was an absolute badass, while Olaf the Seventh is now seen as a joke. But that is a motivation for Olaf now, to be like his ancestor and conquer the nation like his ancestor once dreamed.

Also note, this was not the end of Olaf the First, but merely the loss of his claim on the body and the birth of Olaf the Second. The two of them, the Second with the body and the First know being just a head, would later rebuild their masses and reattempt to take over the kingdoms.