Glory to the High King (event)
Character: King Dexios Messchrian of Isles and all of the Seas of the Rightful Empire
Glory to the High King!
That's what those fuckers used to say as they bowed all prim and proper like a bunch of blushing whores while their High King stood before them, oh how they supplicated before me! And now look at what they've done, those fools, those idiots! My glorious realm, such a beautiful and intoxicating hegemony ripped shred from bloody shred by a bunch of infantile non-humans and whatever pitiful excuse of a creature you can even call a Sjalvolki!
It was Ulfirx, that little bastard, my spies told me so. The young madman, the foolish warlord. Oh he must think himself so genius, so smart, so wise to think he could possibly outsmart me! My spies claimed that he was nothing but a boy, a foolish young idiot, and I had them promptly hung for their foolish insult to me. No mere boy, no idiot, could ever have done this. No, I knows the truth. Ulfirx planned this from the start, for years, for decades even! The boy they claimed is Ulfirx is nothing but a seasoned Sjalvolki warlord, who plotted from the beginning with those bastard mercenaries to ruin me, to destroy my realm! I will not allow it, I WILL bring forth vengeance. Ulfirx will feel true pain as I slice off every single little nub on this grizzled bastard's body! He will not understand the pain I will put upon him! He must be thinking of me right now, doubtlessly he has constantly, priding himself for destroying the ONLY TRUE HIGH KING OF THE ISLES AND ALL OF AVERSARIA'S SEAS, and wondering what he could possibly do next. Well he shall soon know what he should do next, DIE! DIE. DIE. If only he knew, if only he knew what he had stumbled upon, what enemy he had made. I declared a blood debt, an anathema upon his entire house, and I shall take it! Entire leagues of scholars have looked upon my family history and wept as they realized that my blood is so pure, so refined by only the greatest champions, that my ancestors of note were beyond number and count! Legions have heard of my realm and thrown down their arms and taken up plows just at the thought of possibly some day having to face me! All of the Magi of Aversaria have sat in shocked silence, afeared of the mighty power trembling from the Isles! I will make Ulfirx feel pain, I will make them all feel pain. Ulfirx, cultists, mercenaries, MY OWN CHILDREN, and ULFIRX most of all! They'll all know! They will!
I AM THE HIGH KING.
I need a breath.