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The sun was setting. Creeping shadows covered the room. Given by the red leather furniture made from the rarest of sheep's' coat. Periculium stroked his beard. Deep in thought. "What an egregious kingdom." allowing for introductions privy in the morning by his servant. He bowed nervously, sweat dripped down his head.

"Yes Sire. This kingdom is surely rancid."

"They are all rodents under my cloak. I shall take full control and gain un parralled power when all the mountains get mind, the seas are plucked of their pearls, and the most luxurious and powerful potions that are made from the flowers of Woodon. All will be mine." He paused for a moment. Picking up a glass of wine and sipping it slowly as if the sun was in perfect unison with him and his room full of shadows.

He continued. "However, Nip. There is a group of people trying to keep me from getting what I deserve. Led by that witch in Woodon. She keeps her towns safe. I have not yet figured out a way to get passed her magic."

Nip nodded in agreement. Unsure if he should speak. Carefully not talking over him for his head would be in the chopping board.

A moment or two passed.

Periculium set his wine down. Then, he faced Nip.

All that nip could see and focus on was his face. Like a creature of vile nights Periculiums face was erupting with a green light and flame. Sunken into his eye sockets and mouth. Given an evil odor that was ready to kill at a moments notice. He spoke in a language so foreign to what Nip spoke that he thought for a moment of running away. As far as he could. The words came out like daggers and swords. Piercing Nip's ears.

"You are dismissed." Is all that Nip needed to hear. He bowed and ducked out as quickly as possible.

Perculium spends 98% of his time in the castle. Ruminating and strategizing with his Lord. Unlimited power is within his reach. But, the mother of Damion keeps him at distance. His goal is to rule the Eastern Lands and spread his reach for power. Periculium has set a plan in motion. He will attack directly. But with distraction.

Description: A tyrant magic user tries to controls an entire kingdom.
Illustration Source: Christina P. Myrvold on ArtStation www.artstation.com/artwork/283…

Description
The sun was setting. Creeping shadows covered the room. Given by the red leather furniture made from the rarest of sheep's' coat. Periculium stroked his beard. Deep in thought. "What an egregious kingdom." allowing for introductions privy in the morning by his servant. He bowed nervously, sweat dripped down his head.

"Yes Sire. This kingdom is surely rancid."

"They are all rodents under my cloak. I shall take full control and gain un parralled power when all the mountains get mind, the seas are plucked of their pearls, and the most luxurious and powerful potions that are made from the flowers of Woodon. All will be mine." He paused for a moment. Picking up a glass of wine and sipping it slowly as if the sun was in perfect unison with him and his room full of shadows.

He continued. "However, Nip. There is a group of people trying to keep me from getting what I deserve. Led by that witch in Woodon. She keeps her towns safe. I have not yet figured out a way to get passed her magic."

Nip nodded in agreement. Unsure if he should speak. Carefully not talking over him for his head would be in the chopping board.

A moment or two passed.

Periculium set his wine down. Then, he faced Nip.

All that nip could see and focus on was his face. Like a creature of vile nights Periculiums face was erupting with a green light and flame. Sunken into his eye sockets and mouth. Given an evil odor that was ready to kill at a moments notice. He spoke in a language so foreign to what Nip spoke that he thought for a moment of running away. As far as he could. The words came out like daggers and swords. Piercing Nip's ears.

"You are dismissed." Is all that Nip needed to hear. He bowed and ducked out as quickly as possible.

Perculium spends 98% of his time in the castle. Ruminating and strategizing with his Lord. Unlimited power is within his reach. But, the mother of Damion keeps him at distance. His goal is to rule the Eastern Lands and spread his reach for power. Periculium has set a plan in motion. He will attack directly. But with distraction.

Description: A tyrant magic user tries to controls an entire kingdom.
Illustration Source: Christina P. Myrvold on ArtStation www.artstation.com/artwork/283…