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As Zorgarth, the Darkened Dracomancer of Kir'mul, gazed upon the Ten Divine Kingdoms of Kar'thul from atop the Tower of Tolgir, he sensed a powerful aura rising from out of the Astral Realm. The time was right, the time to unleash the Apocalyptic Demon Hordes of Chaos Death upon the armies of the elvendwarves. No man or elvendwarf, mortal or immortal, could prevent the destruction he was about to unleash upon the Ten Kingdoms.
"What shall we do now, Almighty Dracomancer?" uttered Vamos, one of the Knights of Aphir, loyal servants to Zorgarth. He was as diligent in posture as always, a hallmark trait of the Knights of Aphir. Always prepared to defend his master.
Zorgarth reached for the Key of Valranium, the most vital asset in unleashing the Demon Hordes. He then turned towards the Knights. "Warriors! Knights of Aphir! I command you take charge of the eastern Demon Hordes, as they storm the walls of Tigrath! Ensure that Xarim is killed!" growled Zorgarth, with his typically villainous atmosphere becoming more apparent as ever.
They nodded in unison. "Your wish is my command," replied Dracus, the youngest Knight of Aphir. They then left to the eastern kingdoms, ready to lead the Demon Hordes in their charge on Tigrath. Zorgarth was now alone.
He began to recite the Miasma Chant, the ritual which would call upon the Demon Hordes, ensuing his victory over Xarim and the United Forces of the Ten Kingdoms. "Sanctus Spiritus, vita aeterna," he chanted in unison with the flow of the Astral Aura, "Sanctus Dominus, infernus ad astra." The ritual was almost complete.
But as the skies turned black in preparation for the invasion, he sensed a presence behind him. He turned towards it, noticing three figures - King Iota, Prince Xarim, and General Deivox. His greatest enemies.
"Zorgarth! I command you to lay down your armies this instant!" commanded King Iota, in a regal and jurisdictive style, one commonly associated with a king. Xarim and Deivox gathered behind him, ready for whatever may become.
"Meddling king! Can you not see, that your reign is over? I shall emerge victorious!" retorted Zorgarth. His anger was becoming apparent.
Iota drew his sword. "Stay back," he ordered his comrades.
"Very well then. I shall grant you your deathwish!" fumed Zorgarth, drawing his sword in preparation for the epic fight that shall decide the fate of the Ten Kingdoms.
Iota charged towards him, and Zorgarth swiftly dodged the attack, countering by trusting a bolt of lightning towards his head. Iota collapsed, defeated. It was over, as quickly as it had begun. Zorgarth sheathed his sword.
"Father!" cried Xarim, rushing to his aid. Zorgarth had only just noticed his presence. But wasn't he supposed to be guarding Tigrath? This could only mean...
"Xarim? Curses! He must have left the military control to the eastern forces... I must alert the Knights of Aphir immediately! Galrun, aid me!" He called upon the dragon Galrun, who appeared almost instantly. He then mounted Galrun, flying away to alert the Knights.
"He's getting away, Deivox! Quick, send out the archers to intercept him!" ordered Xarim. Zorgarth must be stopped at all costs.
Deivox studied the shadow in the horizon, becoming ever smaller. "I am sorry, my Lord, but our archers would be incapable or attacking him from this distance. There must be another way."

Zorgarth laughed evilly as he rushed towards Tigrath. But then, suddenly, the Winged Hussars arrived, flying on the backs of dragons and decimating Zorgarth in what is considered the greatest airborne charge in all of history. Zorgarth screamed as he fell five hundred metres into the Pit of Fire, killed in a very hideous way reserved only for fantasy epics. Everyone except for Iota and Zorgarth lived happily ever after, the end.

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Oh ****, this was way longer than I expected. My b. I've been listening to too much metal... ****.

what did i just read

Pretty cool tbh, odd but pretty cool. Well written and I like the airborne sentence in the last paragraph. Felt very epic and honestly a really smart way to add in a bit of lore.