Martillius Rex
The Empire
- Messages
- 3
Annuakat, the capital city of the Empire located deep within the desert of Amol-Kalit. Growing up in the Allir Reach, the desert lands of Amol-Kalit had never really been of much interest to Martillius. The son of a farmer himself, he had only ever heard about the desert home of the Sand Elves as a barren, inhospitable and worthless land. Granted, the personal bias of a ninth generation farmer may have gone into his words at the time, but Martillius had little other information to go on. Only recently had he begun to hear rumors that an Empire existed within the desert. The small villages he had stopped at along the busy roads of the land were ripe with rumor and gossip, but little credible information.
Still, given recent events, Martillius had decided that a strange Empire in a land he had always been told was pointless was the perfect place to hide from those that hunted him still.
Months of careful travel had taken him through Amol-Kalit, either as a lone traveler or as part of a merchant caravan, but in that time he had seen little to change his opinion of the land. The massive, obscenely painted walls of Annuakat changed all that, though he was not sure if it was for the better yet. The caravan he had been with that entered the city had been generally a gregarious lot, with a mixture of human's, dwarves and even an elf in their ranks. It had taken Martillius five days to learn the common language of the reason simply by listening to the caravan, and he had even begun to correct some of the younger members grammatical mistakes when they came in sight of the walls. Not long after that, they had all fallen silent.
The Sand Elves guarding the gates had given them little trouble, though their glares had given Martillius chills, something he had not felt in many years. Once through the massive gates, the caravan had drawn up in a large communal square, where they began to offload their goods for the markets in the city. Martillius assisted where he could, but the scars that even now felt fresh flared up across his body, and he had to leave them with his apologies and thanks before heading off into the city alone. Potentially a bad plan, he mused, but undoubtedly the best for a fact finding expedition such as his.
Almost by chance, Martillius passed into the slave quarter within the markets near the port, his eyes widening slightly as the sheer scale of the operation before him. Slavery was not an alien concept to the necromancer, but he had only rarely seen it back in the Reach. Most families were too poor to buy more than a single, sickly donkey in the best of times. Only the occasional merchant or lord passing through his farmlands back home had slaves with them. To see an entire industry built around the practice shocked him to an extent, but also filled him with some ideas. Pausing in his tracks, Martillius closed his eyes and extended his senses, feeling the fear and pain that flowed like wine through the market here, and the potential that it presented to someone such as he.
Smiling slightly, he reached up with a gloved hand to push a stray strand of blonde hair from his eyes as he continued his path once more through the market. There were certainly less interesting places for him to hide out in.
Loxa Visl
Still, given recent events, Martillius had decided that a strange Empire in a land he had always been told was pointless was the perfect place to hide from those that hunted him still.
Months of careful travel had taken him through Amol-Kalit, either as a lone traveler or as part of a merchant caravan, but in that time he had seen little to change his opinion of the land. The massive, obscenely painted walls of Annuakat changed all that, though he was not sure if it was for the better yet. The caravan he had been with that entered the city had been generally a gregarious lot, with a mixture of human's, dwarves and even an elf in their ranks. It had taken Martillius five days to learn the common language of the reason simply by listening to the caravan, and he had even begun to correct some of the younger members grammatical mistakes when they came in sight of the walls. Not long after that, they had all fallen silent.
The Sand Elves guarding the gates had given them little trouble, though their glares had given Martillius chills, something he had not felt in many years. Once through the massive gates, the caravan had drawn up in a large communal square, where they began to offload their goods for the markets in the city. Martillius assisted where he could, but the scars that even now felt fresh flared up across his body, and he had to leave them with his apologies and thanks before heading off into the city alone. Potentially a bad plan, he mused, but undoubtedly the best for a fact finding expedition such as his.
Almost by chance, Martillius passed into the slave quarter within the markets near the port, his eyes widening slightly as the sheer scale of the operation before him. Slavery was not an alien concept to the necromancer, but he had only rarely seen it back in the Reach. Most families were too poor to buy more than a single, sickly donkey in the best of times. Only the occasional merchant or lord passing through his farmlands back home had slaves with them. To see an entire industry built around the practice shocked him to an extent, but also filled him with some ideas. Pausing in his tracks, Martillius closed his eyes and extended his senses, feeling the fear and pain that flowed like wine through the market here, and the potential that it presented to someone such as he.
Smiling slightly, he reached up with a gloved hand to push a stray strand of blonde hair from his eyes as he continued his path once more through the market. There were certainly less interesting places for him to hide out in.
Loxa Visl