A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor
A corrupt King sits the throne. The last generation of heroes have gone extinct. The lands are as green and as promising as they ever were. The Gods watch with interest and they wait. As next the next uprising comes from the most unlikely of places. A slow burn novel.
Opening Act - Part 1
"Gadar, send the men that have been touched by the oil well away from the walls," General Talon said. "Get another group down with rags to mop up the worst of it… But damn it all, there's not enough time to deal with it properly. What an irritating thorn to have, just when the battle was about to get good…" He lamented, but in the same instant, he breathed out a long breath, and braced his legs beneath him.
BWWAAAAAAAAAAOOOMMMM!
The battleram slammed home with vicious authority.
"GO! GO! GO!" Oliver said, urging his men to move more violently than he'd had intention to. He could see a giant bald man atop the wall, after all, marching with a massive grin on his face, as he carried a pot of oil the size of a cauldron.