Thread: Path to the Bloodied Crown (MasterOfWhispers and Frogger.)

It was always the same dream. He had it since he was child. Before he was turned in a vampire. Even as an adult he-When had that same dream, he was still that same little boy born into bondage. It was a dream which would define the boy who would grow into a warrior. It began with him running from his cruel Masters in a Black Forest. A forest which was wild and untamed much like the rest of the continent the boy was borne into. The boy would see a black Raven guiding him down a certain destination. What path the boy took would always be determined by him. The destination would be the same though as well as the the forest he had to run to get to his destination. His journey was long and harsh. It didn't help that the boy still wore the chains shackled to him by his masters. Despite this though he would arrive at this destination A clearing with a large circular stone and at the center of this circular stone would lay a silver crown, stained with the crimson. The raven was perched right next to it. It began to speak Do you Vale of the Lost Sons accept this crimson crown stained with the blood of your greatest comrades and your most worst of enemies. The question was always the same and Vale always responded in the same way. The boy would break off his shackles and step towards the circular stone. His hands would reach out and.... He awoke from his dream or vision to find himself in the middle of a battle in the waking world. For a moment he was confused. He wandered what in the gods names was he doing donned in black armor. wielding a Large Claymore. He looked around to ascertain his surroundings. He was in an open green field tainted by the blood of war. The last thing he remembered before this dream and battle was he and his men preparing to assault A High elf Stronghold. It was only at the sight of the retreating army and the dead bodies at his feet that realized what had happened. He had gone into a Berserk state unleashing his fury upon his enemies. The Black Warrior was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the men cheered for their Victory. He took off his helmet, revealing the face of handsome man with Dark Hair and Silver eyes. He raised his blade to his army. The crowd cheered even louder. -------- Fighting a battle was one thing. Claiming and distributing the spoils of that very battle was another thing. The true key to war though was not the pludener Though that tends to help greatly but keeping territories conquered. Since the army Lord Vale fought earlier retreated, there was no doubt that news of their victory would spread to the other five Eleven Kingdoms. He would have to bring what he conquered under control soon hold it until reinforcements. No doubt the the Elven Kingdoms would soon learn of his invasion. Once that happens, long brutal skirmishes were bound to occur. Despite this oncoming storm, Vale of the Lost Sons still focused on one ambition. One VisionConquer what many around the world had called the Untamed Continent and bring his own vision of an ideal country to reality. The Vampire would not let anyone stand in his way. The Dark Elves, Wolf Folk, and The Elder Vampire Clans learned that the hard way. The Five Elven Kingdoms would not be any different. They either bend the knee or be reduced to ashes beneath his feet, leaving only a handful of survivors to serve the Future King. ------- For now though, he would rest. Before the vampiric warrior went to his chambers to spend the night, the Future King would stop by the dungeons for a little Snack. The dungeon itself was filthy, dirty and dimly lit. It was filled with Elves his army had managed to capture during battle as well as those dubbed suspicious by his Drow spies that have infiltrated and captured the nearby village. The newly appointed guard of the Dungeon approached Vale and went down on his one knee. My Lord it is always an honor to be in your presence. May I ask what brings you here? The Vampire smiled, exposing his fangs to the Guard. A small meal and a woman to warm my bed for the night. I hear Elves can do that pretty well... The guard chuckled response and scratched his chin.He began to frown pondering a certain thought. We've managed to capture a diverse set of maidens from the local village. I am sure his majesty will find something to suit your palette. The Future King smiled at the prospect of having many maidens to choose from. It had been many moons since he has been able to take a woman to bed. He could have had any of the Drow women that were drafted into his service as spies or infiltrators for his army. In fact, he could even order one of his most sultry of spy masters into his bed. Since this was his first successful invasion of the elves It was only appropriate to claim and elf as his own... Here we are my Lord. The guard spoke gesturing to the cells with the Elven women. Anything of interest. Vale's eyes scanned the cells, searching for just the right one...