On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor Side Thirty-Nine – Duke Formor

Side Thirty-Nine – Duke Formor

Dark purple and green lights flickered eerily in the large listone cavern, casting dark shadows throughout the room, shrouding the imnse figure that sat upon a black-iron throne at the back of the cave, leaving one half in inky darkness, the other half illuminated in sickly shades.

The towering figure, who even seated was topping five tres in height, let out a bellow of rage that shook the very walls of the chamber. He lashed out with one massive grey fist, and the rock wall caved under the impact, head-sized chunks of mottled stone tumbling to the floor to shatter loudly, dust and debris shaken loose from the ceiling, filling the air with choking pale dust.

“That insolent whelp.” Duke Formor, leader of the few giants and trolls that had not deserted the Seelie for their dark brethren, grated, his voice as deep and booming as the storm-tossed seas. His yellow eyes were glaring balefully at nothing, and his other hand twitched, fingers as thick as oak branches opening and closing fitfully, as if he was choking the life from soone.

“He dares co into my halls, my very castle, and accuse of trying to slay his bitch of a little sister! To my face! Shaeraggo, you are not your father, you have no right to speak to your betters in such a manner!” His foot stomped down, shattering the floor.

Literally shaking with rage, the ornate robes he was wearing catching on the tal barbs of his throne and tearing, the iron scoring across the leathery ashen skin beneath, he let out another roar of fury, before taking a deep breath to forcibly calm himself.

“There is no proof. Grulgor is a fool, so I can say he was acting alone. But still… just how has he failed? The little runt is worthless, her spiritual League barely that of a pixie, her bloodlines conflicting. Better she be gone, rather than live in sha and ignominy, forever mocked by all but her own kin. Yes…” he paused, thinking. “… it was no attempt at murder, rely… dispensing rcy. That it would have gained a favour from Duke Vulpatrius is rely my due for a good deed. Yes, none could fault for my charity.” He rumbled a strange noise, and only his closest kin would know it was laughter. He stomped down again, and the floor caved in once more. His eyes changed from yellow to deep crimson, and the shattered rubble in front of him began to deform, lting, then bursting into violet flas, disintegrating.