Till My Last Breath (event)
Character: Duke Vakhtan ve Vashvili of Ksakho
You know my name, for you whisper it in fear, mindful of the horrors carved into history itself. For I am Vakhtan, first trueborn son of the great high king, and the time has come to finally claim what should always have been mine. I will take my rightful throne, and bend the knee to no man, Aversarian or Sjalvolki.
My story begins with my father, his ambitious quest for power rendering him a great king, the equal of the Aautokratirs of the west. And yet, in his youth he was a lustful drunkard, and as a result, I was born. I spent my early years in the royal palace, ignored and treated like a lowly servant, while my foolish half-brother received the greatest praise and gifts. My mother, on the other hand, taught me everything. I know not where she learned it, but under her I trained in the Aversarian ways of Magic, becoming one of true power, and further proving my half-brother unworthy. At the end of my studies, I was instructed in one of the greatest of Aversarian spells - I learned to make myself immortal, and she was a fine first sacrifice on my quest for my birthright.
Then the Imperial Civil War came. Finally paid attention to by my father, I was sent to the front lines with a regiment of unworthy Magi, however it was infinitely better there than back home. I reveled in the bloodshed. But then I heard the news that my father was martyred by the coward Aeschraes and the war was over. With a handful of loyal soldiers, I returned home and was greeted by my inexperienced and cowardly half-brother and I was reluctantly granted a position on the council. After hearing too many of his foolish ideas I could not take it anymore, and on one fine evening, when he was standing by the palace window, someone gave him a nudge and he would fall to his death.
With this, I gathered my loyalists and made my way north, rallying around me a sizable army. Amaghea was now divided, the children of my useless half-brother fighting amongst themselves for my throne as the slaves whom we had long kept in their place revolted and tore the realm asunder. During this time one of my half-witted nephews opened the gates to the Arnaz and let a worthless Aversarian legion in. They predictably betrayed him and took the mountain. As if the situation could not get any worse, more of my half-brother's children disappointed me by somehow losing to those northern barbarians fleeing from some Fog, and here I stand till my last breath.
I will outlast them all.