Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20180405114641/@comment-24852191-20180811145408


 * Charger, whose face was covered in blood, drops the body on the floor. He looks down at it with a raised eyebrow. He wipes his faces off as he speaks to Solomon who just walked into the room.

Charger: This, my son, is what a fool looks like. Taking their own lives thinking they are saving others. I beg to differ.


 * Solomon looks at the body on the ground.

Solomon: Who was she?

Charger: A hunter from some order who hates our kind. She was there in Romania at the castle.

Solomon: Ah.


 * Charger walks back towards his thrown.

Charger: Have the residents of the city been rounded up?

Solomon: Yes father.

Charger: Vood, have the ghouls bring then to the palace. It’s about time we rebuild our empire.

Solomon: As you wish, father.


 * Solomon turns to leave, but Charger stops him.

Charger: My son, what is your name?


 * Solomon looks at him with a slightly confused expression.

Charger: Solomon died here on Alioth III and from his body you, my true son was born.


 * He stands and takes his son by the shoulders.

Charger: So, what is your name?


 * Solomon’s crimson eyes look down for a moment before returning to his father.

Solomon: Alioth. My name is Alioth, son of Charger.


 * Charfer grins.

Charger: Very well, Alioth, go forth and bring the population to me. Tonight, we will make these dark elves pay in blood and in the bed.


 * Alioth bows his head.

Alioth: Your will, be done.


 * Alioth turns and walks out of the throne room as Charger retakes the throne with a deviant grin.