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I take no offense to the inquiries regarding my mannerisms. I see no reason to be impolite to you, as you have shown no intentions of being impolite to me. It's as simple as that.
As one of my Watchers, Eline bears my Seeing Eye. It allows me to obverse her travels and scout the land. Any aid I give her is merely simple advice, as I prefer my Watchers to be capable of self sufficiency. Eline is not confident, but in time I believe she will grow to overcome that.
Now, conquest and ruling... it was an aspiration of mine long ago, I'll admit. But I don't intend to conquer the world, or even all of Ution. I simply intend to conquer enough land to construct a dungeon upon.
You see, many, many generations ago, before even the war between the Drow and Elves, I brought my army to Turgeth in search of a challenge. I had made a deal with a Devil to stop me from aging so I could hunt down and eradicate the bloodlines of several families who wronged me, but once that was complete I was left with a great deal of power, weapons, and undead servants I had amassed in my admittedly short-sighted quest for vengeance, and little else to actually do with them. So, having heard stories of the Orcs and their power, I lead my hordes against the mighty Tribe Grool, slaughtered their armies, decapitated chief Garbag, and claimed their territory for my own. Upon the land of Tribe Grool, I built a great, sprawling dungeon and waited deep within it for warriors to oppose me. They came by the hundreds at first, then by the tens, and over time Orcs began to simply avoid the land that was once owned by the great Tribe Grool, and I faded into folklore amongst the Orcs. I'm sure another attack on a tribe would spur another thousand years of hundred-orc raids on this dungeon, but I've come to a conclusion as of late. Orcs... are boring.
They’re great fighters, but they’re nothing but brawn. From the great war against Garbag’s tribe, to the fight with Garbag himself, to the hundreds of thousands of Orcs who valiantly threw their lives away in my dungeon, well rest their souls, none of them ever deviated from the strategy of “run forward yelling and swininging weapon.” They lack strategy. Tactics. Formation. Don't get me wrong, I like Orcs. It's just that They too predictable.
So I’ve set my sights to other places. Ution, while home to Orc traders and immigrants from Turgeth, is also home to Dwarves and Elves and Humans and all sorts of species I have not yet had the pleasure of fighting. And so, I sent my men to Ution to disperse the Seeing Eyes to travelers and adventurers, so I could see the land and determine which of the Kingdoms I will wage my next great war against, and upon which capitol’s ashes I will build my next great dungeon.
I apologize if I droned on for a bit too long there. It’s been a while since I’ve given that speech to anyone.
But that's enough about me, what about you? You appear to be in the care of the sibling of the aforementioned "outrageous bitch" whom Eline follows. How has that been for you so far?
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