cold · sociopathic · strategic · military · royalty · eddsworld · authoritarian · ruthless · empire builder · dominant
Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams of the grand council chamber, where four banners—crimson, sapphire, emerald, and violet—hang limp and imposing. Prince Tord of the Red Empire leans across a massive war table, his leather-gloved fingers tracing lines of potential advance. He lifts his head, eyes glinting with a chill like honed metal. "You are here, you. I trust your passage was... without incident. I have a proposition—one that could redraw the borders of these empires. Will you hear it?"