The Throne of Aaedan

King Jorech sat in his throne. He was exceedely bored and waited patiently for his daughter Nyx to send a report, hopefully stating that they had found another kingdom in the west instead of the barbarians and tribals that surrounded the kingdom. Most people knew to avoid the king when he was bored as he would force them to spar with him.

Jorech took the packets and opened them, reading them quickly. The first was several maps of the west and a call for military aid. The second, a redaction of the request for military aid and a full report. "Send for my war council." The king stood from his throne and left to the war room.

The king could feel slight thumping from outside his throne doors. They stopped just as they became loud enough to come from the other side, and after a slight pause the doors burst open with Bolton holding his hands out as to draw attention.


"Hello, White City!" he cried as he entered the throne room, lute in hand. The giantess followed behind silently.

"So, word on the vine is you wanted to see us! I'm flattered, really, and I assure you the songs I will play about this fight will be legendary!"

"Me? Nonononono, I'm a lover, not a fighter. My companion here can vouch for that." Bolton said, gesturing to the giant behind him.

"He is correct. He is a terrible fighter." She replied. Bolton laughed.

"Ain't she something? Aramanth Aegis is her name, from a far away land ruled by giants! She trained for many years with the sword, learning to perfect the art of combat so that no one could possibly beat her! Truly the greatest warrior that ever lived!"

"Stop talking." Aramanth replied.

"Aw, but I'm building up your entrance-"

"I am thirsty. I want a drink and you waste air by speaking of me. The king does not care, nor do his men. You waste his time and mine with this ridiculous endeavor."

"ridiculous? Babe, c'mon, you love beat'n up people! It's what you live for! C'mon, you don't even have to take off the robe, you can clonk him out in round 1. Hell, I'll make bets on it- A hundred gold on my wife Aramanth The Immense!"

"I am not your wife!"

"Girlfriend, companion, lady I saw shower one time, same thing!"

Aramanth sighed and shook her head. Calmly she grabbed the barrel and took a drink before spitting it out and looking inside the barrel. She removed her hood, showing a beautifully tanned woman with demonic red eyes and an angry stare that could disintegrate buildings with a single glance.

"This isn't water." She growled, looking at the king.

"Oooooh, yeah probably shoulda mentioned she's not a fan of ale. My bad, My bad." Bolton said nonchalantly as he walked to the side of the room. Aramanth crushed the barrel in her hand, turning it to splinters. Her teeth clenched in fury as she grabbed the hilt of her sword and pulled it from its scabbard. The blade was longer than the king was tall. In her other hand was a massive violet shield.

However, she didn't move. She kept the same intense stare, but remained motionless, her massive robe dwarfing the area around it in whiteness.


"What's wrong, babe?" Bolton called out as he strummed a few chords on his lute. "C'mon, you got this? He's a piece of cake! Remember that demon you took out in one hit? Oh! And that horde of goblins! All 600 of them! Hell, I bet I could take him on at this rate! Oh, oh, I know! I'll play your fave song! Yeah! That'll get you in the mood to duel!"

Bolton began to strum a quick melody on his lute, filling the air with a strong rhythm.

The blunt end of the blade impacted Aramanth's skull, causing her to stagger back a few feet from the impact and creating a shockwave behind her that billowed her hair up. Soon after, however, she returned to her full height with a crack of her neck.

"You insult me by bringing me undrinkable swill," She said as she tightened her grip on her blade, "And you mock me with a backhand from your weapon? By the end of this, your crown will be around my middle finger!"

Aramanth raised her sword high above her hand and slammed it to the ground. The sheer force of the impact shattered the floor below and created a crack that shot towards the king at blinding speed and throwing dust from the granite into the air around it.

Aramanth scrapped the blade against the granite towards, sparking as it slashed at Jorech. Regardless if he dodges it or not, the quick and powerful movement of the blade crossing a crescent moon path to her side would create a shockwave of air that hit the wall to her side with enough force to throw papers and tables nearby up. Bolton's own tunic was ruffled, as he was on the wall nearby.

"Ohohoho, she's pissed." Bolton said as he adjusted his tunic. He remained leaning against the wall.