In a land untouched by many and in a dark spiraling castle sat a handsome warlock upon a throne. Roland Cloverton known as the king of warlocks and witches wasn't always the king of Nolandia. He was once a boy who happened to lose his mother when a wizard failed to heal her. Since losing his mother he came to despise the man who failed to save her, Janus Meade. Though that was a thousand years ago he still remembered it like it was yesterday. Yet he had no time to nurse a pity grudge. Today he had to see who he can form an oath with.
"Tabitha, anyone in desperate need of my assistance?"
The witch he asked humbly bows before his feet. "I'm afraid nothing has come up milord, however your rival is building up a vast army."
"Which rival, my dearest Tabitha? I'm over a thousand years old. I have many rivals."
"Fiolora of Godomorah builds an army of witches and warlocks within the walls of Tryzantium."
"Tryzantium is where that perverted fool lives. For a thousand years he has been working in the palace. I'm surprised he hasn't dies yet. Yet wizards can delay their tolls if they are powerful enough."
"What do you wish to do, m'lord?"
I plan on consulting the Gent of the Lake. His foresight should help me find who to make an oath with, unless there's a broken oath that needs to be seen to."
"There is one oath that's about to be broken. Do you remember the oath that you made with..."
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