User blog:LongLiveWiltuds/A Murderer, An Empire, and A Wiltud

The Island of Irgash was the first of the Irgashian empire, with Aljemzo, Fenlone, and Aracnor. These were ruled by a cruel horde of rats, weasels, stoats, foxes, and ferrets. The horde was led by the mink Emperor Carsenoc. In his younger days, Carsenoc the II reigned over his hoard, bringing them in seven, always seven, black ships across the sea, attacking and destroying everything. Their last destination was Irgash. Carsenoc liked Irgash the most. Its clear, blue sea, it's beautiful jungle, and its glorious rivers. But now Carsenoc the II is old. He has no care for beauty. He gathered almost all his troops to Irgash- two thousand. He held on to his empire weakly and was preparing to give up Fenlone. There was only one that dared disagree: his son, Dalmenar. "We are at our peak. Troops at our disposal, plenty of resources, we could drive inland, destroying all in our way." "Do we need it? You asked me before why I did not build a city on Irgash. Because we do not need one. The forest is prettier, and it would be unnecessary to give it away. We need not more land." Dalmenar's face twisted, as it did when he was concocting a plan. "Scalj!" he called, and a fox came running up. "Get us a cup of wine. Damson, preferably." "Yes, prince," said the fox, scurrying off. Carsenoc noted the wink between his son and the fox. The mink looked out to the beautiful ocean from the cliffs they were standing on and took a breath. He knew that one cup would have poison in it. He was expecting a murder attempt from his son ever since he stopped his conquest. Scalj returned with the wine. And gave them each a cup. Once the fox left, the mink eyed his son. They had not moved. Then Carsenoc said. "Take a sip from your wine." Dalmenar did. Then Carsenoc handed his son his wine. "Take a sip of this." The young mink chuckled. "Suspicious, eh? No matter." Dalmenar took a swig of the wine. "No problem." The emperor swiped the wine back and took a small sip. Suddenly, it went blurry. He felt nauseous and fell to the ground, dropping the cup and began to lose consciousness. Before it went black he heard his son's smug voice. "Foolish old mink. I did not poison you. In both our cups I put a drug, one that would usually have no effect, but to an old weakling like you, it could knock you out for hours." Dalmenar smirked, and kicked his father over the edge of the cliffs. The last sight Carsenoc saw was his beautiful, clear ocean.