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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.

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He's Just a Drunk...

"That's it!"

The scout snapped. Why should he delay the booze anymore on account of a drunken stranger, especially when the roughneck army was formed for the purpose of sacking Frantoch?

So the scout lunged forward while retrieving his army-supplied sword. And the nearby soldiers all stepped closer with greedy grins, eager to race for the blind drunkard's vector ring. 

"W-what's the rush?" 

Crack! Pop! Thud…

"Aaaghh!!?" Howling in both pain and confusion, the scout rolled to the side. He looked at his sword in the dirt and at his fractured right arm, unable to process what had just happened. 

The blind drunkard, however, merely swatted the scout's hand aside while retrieving and undoing the cork of a massive whiskey bottle. By the time the crowd of soldiers realized what had happened, the drunk was already guzzling down mouthful after mouthful of whiskey.