Rival Nations: The Fall of Gods

I have been gifted by the Heavens and it is my birthright to rule above all.

Hah! My plans worked like a charm. I knew I could trust dear old Malakai, I feel as though he and I have been friends for nearly a decade now—or was it ten days… Wait, there is something in that room they are looking at… a floating dead dragon-child? No, it’s in a mouth, it’s huge. Now…what spell could cause these Dwarven dragons, along with Malakai, to just stand there with eyes fixed on a spot—CHARM! OR DAZED, has to be Daze. If it were me though, I’d stop time and just kill them all while they stand there helpless. Oh, what’s this? A small movement on that liquidy portal… Something I can’t see just moved through it. Interesting.

I suppose I will have to meet with Malakai on that ship later to confirm a few things. Oh, doing so had just changed the visions… Now, what have we here on this ship, a woman… I recognize that emblem, not from this plane you are not! Where’s Malakai, why is he not on this ship…

Luthion! Stop hesitating and do what you think you must do, her death would mean nothing. At the very least I do not think so—perhaps a war with another plane—I should give him some pointers——another change of destiny? Visions are a bit out of hand today. Malakai, your friends watch as you and your Patron-God duels the same woman I have just seen, what is this vision telling me…

You’re no match for her, surely you will die unless I inter—— What is this sorcery I see before me… what is this gem that protects you…Ah, here I thought you were a friend of friends, yet you hide power from me… I will, indeed, meet you on that ship, friend…

Ah, these visions are a pain sometimes… more and more characters join your tribe, Malakai, one at a time, they change my visions. I have seen your death in some, yet death is not certain with you, nor Luthion—ah, Luthion, you are too evil to ever step upon my world. I admire your hunger for power, but that hunger will be a sin in the world I shall rule over—Magus Phaedra, the title does have a good ring to it—I must choose a new capital for Corisande, perhaps I shall place it in Blightmoor as a symbol of my triumph over this evil man that dare reclaim the world for his own…

Speaking of men.. Percival Ballard, you are the only one standing before me and my first throne in Saren. How should I dispose of you—a master of evocation, not an impressive feat for a mageling, but your subtlety has led you far; so far that I would even consider you as my first obstacle to true power. You have no secrets that I cannot see, yet your death is a hard one to accomplish—-I HATE THOSE BLASTED ELEMENTAL SPELLS.

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