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Your people Exist in a Mighty Yet decentralized Empire that spans the whole Continent. Many different races live upon this land. More then one hundred different races to be exact. As A lord In this mighty Empire Your goal is to Become The Elected Emperor as a Prince of the Holy Belgian Empire while experiencing the political chaos of such a act.

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The Young Dragon sits at His table in his mortal Form. He looks at the report of the Increased Demands of the Emperor. “Fool. I will not contribute My Dragons and Dragonkin To the Subjugation of my Father in law. The Dracthyr Shall not become murderers.” He pens a letter to his fellow Lords requesting a Audience At his palace.

The Young Dragon sits at His table in his mortal Form. He looks at the report of the Increased Demands of the Emperor. “Fool. I will not contribute My Dragons and Dragonkin To the Subjugation of my Father in law. The Dracthyr Shall not become murderers.” He pens a letter to his fellow Lords requesting a Audience At his palace.

Urthgur

"A audience? Since when were we asked to go to feasts?" Lord Urlkuk says to his advisor. They are ogres, human like but alot bigger and has a unsatisfied hunger accounpinied with a brutish way of thinking. It's surprising they even became a lord as they eat so much food. They weigh on average 800-1000 pounds and are 7 foot and are strong but really slow. Eating is a huge part of their culture. When they arnt feasting they're hunting for food for a massive feist that could feed a entire village. They'll eat anything decently sized.

 "I don't trust this, I think the king is against us. This is simply a trap, we know they don't want us. They think we're too 'expensive' to keep and we also know the Dragonkin are untrustworthy. Anything scaley is." The advisor says "True. . . but I doubt the scale skins are that stupid, let alone taking orders from the king. I know he has been disliking the King lately. I'll come." As he says that a chef with a large dinner platter serves to him 3 massive turkeys. "Sir if you die this entire kingdom will fall apart, you're the only ogre fit to run this kingdom." The advisor says in a more stern tone "then thank the divines I'll die eating and killing dragons." Ulrkuk starts chuckling as he already devours the first turkey. "If it makes you so happy I'll go bring a body guard, although it's uneeded." He gets up from the throne and grabs his massive Kanabo as well as the two turkeys. "Sir if you conti-" The advisor is interrupted by the Lord shoving him our of his way and out of the kingdom door, where he orders passage to the meeting by Carriage.

The Young Dragon sits at His table in his mortal Form. He looks at the report of the Increased Demands of the Emperor. “Fool. I will not contribute My Dragons and Dragonkin To the Subjugation of my Father in law. The Dracthyr Shall not become murderers.” He pens a letter to his fellow Lords requesting a Audience At his palace.

Urthgur

"A audience? Since when were we asked to go to feasts?" Lord Urlkuk says to his advisor. They are ogres, human like but alot bigger and has a unsatisfied hunger accounpinied with a brutish way of thinking. It's surprising they even became a lord as they eat so much food. They weigh on average 800-1000 pounds and are 7 foot and are strong but really slow. Eating is a huge part of their culture. When they arnt feasting they're hunting for food for a massive feist that could feed a entire village. They'll eat anything decently sized.

 "I don't trust this, I think the king is against us. This is simply a trap, we know they don't want us. They think we're too 'expensive' to keep and we also know the Dragonkin are untrustworthy. Anything scaley is." The advisor says "True. . . but I doubt the scale skins are that stupid, let alone taking orders from the king. I know he has been disliking the King lately. I'll come." As he says that a chef with a large dinner platter serves to him 3 massive turkeys. "Sir if you die this entire kingdom will fall apart, you're the only ogre fit to run this kingdom." The advisor says in a more stern tone "then thank the divines I'll die eating and killing dragons." Ulrkuk starts chuckling as he already devours the first turkey. "If it makes you so happy I'll go bring a body guard, although it's uneeded." He gets up from the throne and grabs his massive Kanabo as well as the two turkeys. "Sir if you conti-" The advisor is interrupted by the Lord shoving him our of his way and out of the kingdom door, where he orders passage to the meeting by Carriage.

When he’d arrive at the Palace The gates are sealed. Four Dragons fly over head. Elder Wyrms. Behind the gates near the Statue Of Draconis, The Founder Of the Kingdom of Wyrmrest, Stands Two Frost Dragons who are training the Dragonkin. A Lovely Elven Woman walks up to the carriage. “My Husbands agents have informed us of your Arrival. One of our Dracthyr will Guide You to the table. First we feast Then we discuss. Dragons do enjoy a good feast.”

The Lord of Dorondel, Thranduil, who officially rules as king of Dorondell the elf kingdom, but refuses such title, is known for his wisdom and love for nature. Coincidentally his kingdom rules the biggest forest in the empire, the forest of porfol. He is also 9790 years old.

He is on the throne room, a small but elegant building built on a massive tree, when he receives the offer to an audience with the dragon kind, well known for their greed and proudness. “My opinion is that we accept my lord” says a councillor, “And for which reason should we gift the dragons with the presence of the most beautiful being on this continent?” Says one of the 7 male concubines the king has. The king interrupts them” Those who are worthy shall be gifted my presence, inform the greedy about my visit, i shall grant them the privilege and perhaps they might cure my boredom”. The court goes silent and is dismissed. The king together with the 7 concubines and the ent guards(living trees) begin moving to dragon land.

The Lord of Dorondel, Thranduil, who officially rules as king of Dorondell the elf kingdom, but refuses such title, is known for his wisdom and love for nature. Coincidentally his kingdom rules the biggest forest in the empire, the forest of porfol. He is also 9790 years old.

He is on the throne room, a small but elegant building built on a massive tree, when he receives the offer to an audience with the dragon kind, well known for their greed and proudness. “My opinion is that we accept my lord” says a councillor, “And for which reason should we gift the dragons with the presence of the most beautiful being on this continent?” Says one of the 7 male concubines the king has. The king interrupts them” Those who are worthy shall be gifted my presence, inform the greedy about my visit, i shall grant them the privilege and perhaps they might cure my boredom”. The court goes silent and is dismissed. The king together with the 7 concubines and the ent guards(living trees) begin moving to dragon land.

Upon Arriving The Lord is greeted By The Young Dragon And The Young Elven woman. 
“Welcome. Please come inside. My Wife and I need to increase The barrier’s Energy output As the Cannons are not in place yet. I Shall return shortly. Draconica. Please show Your Father’s Guest his way to the feast.”
A Young Drake walks forward Transforming into a Half-Elven Form. “This way Elder.” She leads him to the feast.