I am that which all men fear

I am the Shadow in the Night

The Reaper of Souls

I am a Pale Rider

And my name is Death

Khione POV

The metallic wave smashed into a mountain of flesh bursting it apart blades rising and falling with deadly precision. The once shinning wave of majestic cavalry darken in blood. Filled with rage we move with a purpose. Urging my horse to move forward I thrust my blade into the throat of a goblin running to my right. Hysterical screams of fear filled the air, we waded forward in a sea of blood and gore, we spared none, no quarter, no mercy. Looping the head from the shoulders of another I rode down a couple in front of me, trampling them with the deadly beat of my horses hooves. My blade sweeping down into the back of another. They were all trying to run to flee, but we rode them down, and as they spread trying to escape we moved faster and easier. In the space of five minutes we had slaughtered more than six thousand, the rest terrorized by our might had been ridden down, rounded up and were now surrounded by my infantry. They had join the slaughter a bit later burning all the dead and dying of the enemy as well as the their equipment. The three thousand that remained huddled together shacking incessantly. The stench of waste from their fear wafted through the air. Yet for them as my anger and sorrow burned cold I knew that death was too simple for the loss I felt.

Bit later...

Watching over them I stood atop a small mound with the shredded and mauled bodies two hundred deaths (Pls revive) I ordered troops to gather their remains, those that could be recognized were frozen and transported back to their families. Those who weren't were burned in troll fashion on tall pyres, the significance of being burned on a pyre is simple wood is extremely rare in frozen waste. Their honor courage and dedication deserved no less than the best. For the second time I felt hot streaks on my cheeks, then my voice broke and I wept.

My army howled with rage and I felt hands touching my back as I knelt in the snow watching them burn. Standing I turned to my troops.

Khione- I swear to you on my life and my country, I swear you will never be forgotten. The blood you shed for this country is shall be burned into the annuals of history, the world will know your might, your bravery and courage.

I moved through and they parted before I walked till I was standing before a weeping mass of goblins.

Turning to one of my men.

Khione- quite them

He steeped forward Roaring SILENCE!!!

then steeped back into position

and I moved forward a few whimpers still escaped them.

Khione- your lives our mine, you are criminals and invaders into my land, you have attacked my people, and at every hand tried to weaken my nation.

My voice was cold, low, and easily heard.

Khione- your lives will be spent were I wish however I wish, you are enslaved to the Frozen city, your children and their children will know suffering in till the end of time, and you will know that your actions have brought this upon them, you will toil your lives away in service.

I Sent messages to the capital and a flow craftsmen responded arriving like a flood, I showed them the mound and my wishes for a memorial to rise atop it commemorating the six hundred who had died.

Terrors body I had found lying on the ground surrounded by the bodies of those he had killed. I carefully repaired his body, but knew it would not bring back his soul, his weapons and armor we placed back on his body and I brought him back to the capital laying him to rest In the Chieftains crypt.

The Goblins began their lives of servitude by building a thing of their nightmares, a Colosseum. Placed

in a empty area of the frozen city many old houses were cleared and their materials used in its construction, but even then we had to mine stone from quarries, although the goblins did the dangerous manual labor it was all overseen by the guilds. I had it modeled after the roman Colosseum, and it would serve the same purpose. The goblins however were separated into clans and housed underneath it, sheltered fed and warm their numbers increased quickly... they became the source of amusement and training for the people and soldiers in the city. Some the weaker and less capable shipped to mines, farms and construction of the Imperial highway.

Kevin POV

A Scan on your retina has confirmed that you are a unregistered user would you like to register ?

"yes"

Would you like to connect to royal road ?

yes/no

"Yes!!"

Select your avatar's gender from male female or neutral.

"Male"

Choose your race their are twenty nine primary races

Human, Elf, Orc, Dwarf, Pixie, Gnome, Dark elf, Frost Troll, Goblin

Goblin....hm I thought frost troll was the last race unlocked... well what ever.

Goblin

Select a name for your Avatar

“Night Stalker”

Would you like to alter your appearance ?

"yes"

looking at my self I appeared as a five foot tall green humanoid with a bulbous nose, black beady eyes, jagged teeth, and a tangle of ratty grease layered black hair.

Night Stalker- change skin color to black, change iris color to red and pupal color to purple. Done.

Your starting position is locked in the frozen city, do you wish to continue ?

“yes”

Authors note

sorry its been so long, just graduated, so ill be writing for a bit before i ship

hope you enjoy