Monster, Overthrown
Nightwatcher, the loyal servant of Monster, rules the land. Monster needs to leave his kingdom and return, to balance his being anonymous, and being the ruler of his land. He has spent about 30000475 years of ruling. And he has to do the same, being nomad and unknown. Which, leaves Nightwatcher to rule until the next 30000475 year... What would he do? Should he crush the Retsnoms or rule like boring Monster? It depends...
Chapter 1: The end of Monster's reign...
"The time has come..." Monster, pretending to be sad, but actually is excited fails to hide it. I will rule again after the millions of years that I used up. He takes a long heavy cloak and nothing else. He gives Rechtawthgin one rule... "Do not stand by my side when I'm gone, it is your kingdom now, change it or not, it is up to you. See you around..." He mumbles a spell and in a second, he vanishes.
Now, I shall obey his orders until he comes back. I went into the palace...
I stood beside his chair. It was his rule that "He" can only sit. A servant brought me wine. I drank it and went into the tactican bunker. I had no idea what I'm just doing. Infantry Tactican Ron Spearwell, the greatest infantry tactican, was planning a surprise attack on Fort Knorf against the Lelfte Siege of the Retsnoms. He was about to execute the plan when he asked for my confirmation. I said "Yes..." I felt something strange, nobody told me to say "Yes", it feels new, which I never felt before. Ron smiled and commanded the battalion to pack up.
Fort Knorf is a very commercial fortress, so rich that it needs a fort to defend it. It is located in the plains, near a sea, and beside a forest. After crossing the fort walls, there you are, the marketplace of Knorf. It was named Knorf because of the cartographer who predicted this and that stuff and things, it doesn't matter, I don't care for his crap and... oh never mind.
Our battalion, consists of 972 men, including me, was composed of flamecasters, archer marksmen, conjurers and crusader knights. We marched forth into the land...
Several kilometers later, we camped at a nearby field. We rested and continued our journey. Ten more miles away. When we reached near it, we charged with full strength. The Retsnoms saw us. They flung stones and shot arrows, spear, javelins, and threw fireballs at us. I was untouched by their barrage. I ran, with the speed, twice a cheetahs', I rushed through the front lines and jumped higher than the fortress walls. I fell into the inner city and saw what is just happening. Our resources are being abused, our flags are being torn down, our people are turned to slaves, and worst of all, they executed some slaves for entertainment. I grinned. "...To turn day into Night, from pleasure to pain, from slaves to noblemen and from life to death, That is, the diamond, ancient rule of The Monster's Nightwatcher..." Magical Class: C, category: psycane, section IX: Feign Death. Then, archer shot me at my head. I turned invisible and I dropped a fake dead body of mine. He cheered with joy as he thought that it was the end of me. I walked near him, reappeared, and strangled him. "You thought I was dead? Monster commanded me not to die. So I wouldn't. To turn life into death is what I will give you." I choked him until he died. Suddenly, I heard a scream, it was our people, a man, was about to get impaled with a huge-trunk sized stake. I rushed and saw him. Two soldiers laughing and spitting at his face, the executioner readied the stake. "Execute diamond rule." I spoke. The soldiers and the executioner looked. They turned instantly pale. "...To turn day into Night" as I said, it turned Night within a blink of an eye. "From pleasure to pain..." In a flash, the man was freed from the binds. "From slaves to noblemen..." Three sacks of pure gold and new, noble suits, appeared at the man's arms. "...And from life to death." I killed the soldiers and executioner by tearing their body parts into pieces without trouble. The man thanked me and escaped. The man seemed familiar, but he looked really poor and defenseless, he only owns that huge cloak and I don't see any nobility in him. Just some stranger. Unfortunately, he was caught by a group of 14 soldiers in a far distance. His things where taken and two of the soldiers kept beating him with hazel-sticks. The leader of the group wounded his arms and face several times with a knife. When he was about to wound his cheek, I fixed the posture of my hat, out of nowhere, a lethal claymore, with a deadly velocity, spinning in the air, decapitated the leader along with two of the soldiers. Their heads were perfectly, decapitated. The remaining were surprised. I muttered "...Scram". They retreated with fear. The man, with bleeding hands and face, turned to me, I didn't see his face but I did saw tears and dripping blood from his face. He said "Thank you! Many thanks! You have saved my life twice! I will be your eternal companion as you wish!" I told him that he can get into my side with many great adventures. He thanked me gratefully. "But I have to do what is first." I replied. I finished the remaining groups of Retsnoms and I escorted the man to our battalion.