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Fallen Conqueror

Gods were slain… Devils were vanquished... Worlds clashed into oblivion! Bilim Vladir was the hope of humanity, the great Flaming Conqueror. Finally, after years of war and battle, Bil created an empire and could start a family. Unfortunately, Bil was betrayed and his family was assassinated. However, Bil secretly survived along with his newborn children, a brazen, ambitious boy named Jash and a calm, collected daughter named Nelphy. After eighteen years of secrets and hiding, Bil settles down by the city. Finally, Bil can retire and enjoy life as best as he can while living in the shadow of society. But the journeys of Bil’s two children, now official citizens and adults, have only just begun. They no longer have to wander and travel aimlessly. Finally, they get to live life as they’ve always dreamed of! Jash rushes into the world of veita and training! With a grin on his face, Jash has the determination to leave his mark on the world, no matter what he has to do. He’ll train with experts, decimate the battlefield, and… secretly destroy the empire?! Nelphy, however, accidentally learned Bil’s identity and now seeks to learn EVERYTHING that Bil has kept secret. She scours books and legends for every hint available. She’ll search for the aunt she never knew she had. She’ll… be hunted by her own brother!? And Bil… may be forced out of "retirement" to try and clean up the mess. ---Book 3 of 10 in the Quillverse--- ** PAUSED (till the end of DBA, at the latest) ** Discord: https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! **Note: You do NOT need to read my "Quillverse" series in order, but some books will have tie-ins or shared characters further back or further forward on the cosmic timeline.

TheSilverQuill · Fantasy
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424 Chs

A Deadly Need For Booze!

Sunrise lit up the landscape. Gathered in grasslands outside of the woods, a sea of tents were set up with little to no order. Patches covered each tent and some still had holes waiting to be repaired. 

But the men coming in and out of those tents didn't seem to notice or care. 

In some areas, small hordes of troops grouped up with their mismatched and unkempt uniforms. A few spots were filled with rolling dice and card games, with rations and drits up for grabs. Other areas reeked of cheap, poorly-made moonshine. 

And not a single Briston flag was anywhere to be found. 

Every soldier was already awake and alert. It was the first time more than two "roughneck" regiments had ever been united. And each roughneck was ecstatic to finally be let loose on an assignment without a demand for mercy or decorum. No one wanted to sleep in and get left behind from the march on the City of Frantoch.