Peter Carver of the Flame
Peter Carver of the Flame walked towards the World Shaper Spire throne room. Known as a force for good throughout the Runiverse half the warriors defending the spire took one look at his eyes, burning purple with Ether, and ran. Some dark warriors made a futile attempt to attack before Peter sliced them in half at super human speed.
One of the guards ran into the throne room, panting from all the stairs he had climbed and blurted out the details of the attack. There was a pause while all the senior warriors in the room waited for an order to be given.
Lennix Waster of Warlocks, the current occupier of the throne for several weeks now, did nothing. He sat there and continued to drink some honey mead from his private supply. They called it the drink of the gods, he knew that wasn’t the case, but even for the gods these days branding was important.
Peter reached the now closed doors to the throne room and with a kick of his armoured boot he shattered it into a thousand pieces, before marching in. One of the senior dark warriors stood by the door tried to attack but ended up no different to the guards by the front gate. The rest did not move an inch.
Lennix finally stood up, stepped down from the throne, pulled his sword out and walked towards Peter. At the same time Peter put his sword away in its sheath and continued walking towards the throne.
One of the senior warriors suddenly decided to take a run at Peter, deciding it was a quick and easy way to get a promotion now Peter no longer had his sword out. He still had a focused determined look on his face as Lennix’s blood sword was put through him from behind in one quick movement before being swiftly removed again.
Peter made it to within a couple of meters of his opponent and reached out his hand as if looking for a handshake. To the surprise of everyone in the room Lennix twisted his arm and placed the handle of his blood sword right into Peters outstretched hand.
‘Wonderful to see you, hope the journey wasn’t too arduous, care for a goblet of honey mead?’
The senior warriors just stared.
‘Thank-you would love some, I brought a pipe in case you would like to share, hope you were not particularly fond of any of those warriors’
Lennix laughed, the other warriors continued staring.
‘No, no, not at all. I changed all the rosters yesterday when I knew you were coming so we could do the annual cut of the bottom ten percent in one go this year. It’s all good’
Peter’s hand started to glow with a purple flame and the blood sword started to fade, its brilliant red colour becoming more dull by the second. After ten seconds whatever magic he was doing had finished and Peter handed the sword back.
One of the senior warriors recovered their ability to speak and blurted out a question on if Peter was actually a good warrior after all.
Lennix laughed again, he explained while life is more complex than good vs evil if he had to place Peter on purely that axis then he was very good indeed. He continued that there will always be balance between the two sides, sometimes it will be in its natural equilibrium and sometimes it will be in flux, and that right now there is about to be a phase change the likes of which the Runiverse has not seen for a thousand years so avoiding unnecessary fights makes a lot of sense.
None of the senior dark warriors knew what a phase change was but they all liked having their heads attached to their shoulders so nodded and smiled.
The last thing the senior dark warriors heard as Peter and Lennix walked into the private chambers behind the throne room was Lennix musing on how perhaps he still had too many direct reports who weren’t actually doing useful work and some further cuts might be required. The smarter ones took the hint and rushed off out of the throne rooms while the new bottom ten percent waited around to see what happened when Peter came out of the private quarters to head home.
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