User blog:AvengeThem!/The Dark Empire

Epilogue Like a disease, the empire had rose from a small start and had gone on to conquer the land. Vafír Silvertung, fox warlord of the south, had grown ambitious, and gathered vermin. He was sly, persuasive, and disciplined. He gathered raggedy bands of foxes and rats, then had them trained by himself and the few he found competent enough. Though they were small, they became strong, loyal, skilled, and smart. After years of gathering and training rats, weasels, stoats, ferrets, and foxes, his ambitions widened. He traveled to Cruor Mors, fortress of wildcats, that had ruled the south. He had made a meeting with their leader, the fierce Zarvil Deathpaw, and killed the wildcat in a duel when the cat refused to submit to him. And it went so forth. All vermin of the southlands had gone from weak, undisciplined, stupid, foolhardy, and self-absorbed to strong, powerful, disciplined, smart, sly, and immensely loyal to one. Vafír Silvertung. They had farms were the weaker vermin or their broken slaves worked at, feeding the massive army. The empire had expanded to islands, and had dominated the land. Vafír decided who lived or died, and now his ambitions were set northward. He called his second in command, Darkblood the rat, to his study at his castle, Cruor Mors. "What lies to the north?" asked the fox. Darkblood looked upon his master. Vafír was white, like a bleached bone. His eyes violet, and stared into your soul. The fox was of regular size, but Darkblood knew his mind was sharper and his sword skills mightier than any in the land. But the fox knew better than to kill his subjects. He punished them to the farms until they were stronger and more disciplined. All of his soldiers must be the best of the best. And Darkblood was the best of the best of the best. "Lord, to the north is the forest of Mossflower, and that traveling gang of foxes say their is an abbey full of peaceable woodlanders, but many vermin have tried to conquer, and all failed. Furthermore, the mountain of Salamandastron is north, and Lord Gorath is sympathetic with the abbey, and less fond of vermin. His army of hares are fierce fighters, even though we outnumber them. But there is still the fact of those who thought they could defeat them. You know the most famous of them. Cluny the Scourge, Ferrahgo the Assassin, Ruggan Bor, his descendants are with us, actually–" "I know the names, Darkblood.