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Warlord's Legacy: Rise of the Bulvions
Scenario:Before Agon before the Second Blood war there was Isoom whose three sons were in the Bulvion nation which was once largest but now the smallest he's first son died from the Blackhart disease, He's the second Jurrus lived yet he is a dwarf,and lastly Isonion the young 17 year old must do what he can to fight of a young islandoris and the other Nations that threaten him. And he must best a young islandoirs.(A WARLORD spinoff)
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Prince Agon Thorne
prince and war leader,relationships with other protagonists,tall with dark hair and piercing eyes,determined and strategic.
Agon Valtor
warlord of Isonion,allies with Isonion,muscular build with piercing eyes,charismatic and cunning
Islandoirs
The Conquer of the North is the reason the first great conquest involved Agon's kingdom and The greatest threat on the continent
My name is Isonion and I am the last of a line of kings.
My family ruled over the greatest nation in the North.
We were the most powerful, wisest and richest.
Our lands were fertile, the mountains rich in precious metals and our people happy.
Now I am 17 years old and I rule over the smallest nation in the North.
My elder brother died from the Blackhart disease that ravages our world.
He was 20 years old and would have been a great king.
My second elder brother Jurrus lives still, he is 19 years old and a dwarf.
Some say he was cursed by the gods, others that he was blessed with their power.
He does not speak much about it, but we know that he has their power in him.
He can do things that no man can, like smithing a sword of silver from a single piece of metal without heat or mold.
I approached my brother in the dimly lit forge.
The air was thick with the smell of molten metal and sweat.
Isonion cleared his throat to announce his presence.
Jurrus did not look up from his work, but he knew that I was there.
"Isonion," he said.
His voice was deep and commanding, like a king's should be.
I swallowed hard as I approached him.
My heart raced in my chest like a wild animal trying to break free.
I had come to ask him for a weapon, one that would protect our people from the threats that loomed over us.
It was a lot to ask, but I had no other choice.
Our father was dead and our elder brother gone.
I was the last of our line and I had to protect our people.
"I need your help," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jurrus did not look up at me, but kept hammering away at the glowing piece of silver in front of him.
Sparks flew with each strike, illuminating his face and the sweat dripping down it.
He was focused on his work and would not be distracted until it was done.
Finally, he paused and nodded, acknowledging the weight of my request.