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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 · Fantaisie
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A Swordsman Like No Other

Onark wielded dual longswords with royal blue handles. Aagon carried two white metal wands. 

Kerrov's hands were still empty. Keeping his bloodlust running, Kerrov respectfully bowed to the elder duo.

"Since we're sparring, would you mind choosing who strikes first, Lord Tiberius?" 

That off-the-cuff question said plenty about the new Chateau Elder. The vast majority of the crowd wouldn't read too much into it. But any capable soldier, mercenary, or disciple could catch the intent. 

The pair of elders held back their tongues, not letting themselves reply. Because Kerrov had just avoided embarrassing them by asking them to attack first.

To Feerah and Ribard on the lower platform, as well as others like Hathon and Bolton in the crowd, that question reeked of nonchalance. The unknown elder stared back at Onark and Aagon with the gaze of a full-bellied bear, unenthused to catch the new prey in front of him.