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Ammte has a minion!

Phrein Jr. the Dreemir

Ammte
Legacy Name: Ammte

The

Glacier Paralix
Owner:

Laurrs

Age: 11 years, 5 days

Born: April 13th, 2013

Adopted: 11 years, 5 days ago

Adopted: April 13th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 69
Strength: 169
Defense: 172
Speed: 167
Health: 167
HP: 114/167
Intelligence: 255
Books Read: 256
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Luxury Hotel Manager

The Drakkun were once a renowned species. Their long life span combined with their affinity for magic made them formidable opponents and desired allies. Their fall from grace came with the crowning of the king Al’Tiban, who was far too young to know how to rule. He squandered the Drakkun’s hoarded wealth on beautification and built himself a stunning gold-spired palace. The rest of the city became an eyesore. The people were plunged into poverty and political unrest settled onto the young king’s shoulders as his former allies began demanding that he pay his debts. When he was murdered by the magical prodigy Se’Phrein, the city rejoiced and rang bells of hope that order would be restored.

You will be left to rot here: faceless, worthless, without a soul to remember the name J'Ammte.

No one could yet see beneath the new king's facade. J'Ammte had been aware of the corruption growing inside of him during the years they had grown up as brothers and served together as thieves. Ammte fancied himself wise when he was still just young and carried dreams of a restored future. Everything broken could be mended: it was not impossible to return the city to its former glory, nor was it impossible for Phrein to be cured of his obsession with magic and power. The king Al'Tiban needed to be removed for the health of the city, but not in this way, not by murder. When he spoke up against Phrein's plan to take control of the city, his brother gouged out his left eye as a punishment for insubordination and declared him an enemy, forcing him to flee from his hometown.

The shadow he had grown up in had betrayed him, and while inconceivable as it might have been to love the man that removed his eye, to learn to hate his brother was far more difficult. He had spent years following the wolf in sheep's clothing and it was true that his life was a worthless as it had been when he was born. He wasted so much time trying to keep his head above the water that he had neglected to live. For so long he'd spoken of reforming the city and returning to the Drakkun their good name, and yet it was all just words as he made a living cutting purses and murdering men in dark alleys. He needed to lose an eye to see.

You've... a certain potential, I can't deny that. But worthless without guidance.

When Ammte returned home years later, he found that the city had only suffered beneath Phrein's hand and disease festered in its weakness. The Drakkun king had begun to dissolve into madness. He set his sights beyond the city and craved more to be in his thrall. There was a point when the broken could no longer be fixed, Ammte had found. And when there is nothing there to mend, sometimes it is best to let fire burn the world anew. The city and Phrein were dying and Ammte took responsibility for the monster had he had allowed to be born. He spoke out against Se'Phrein, culling a small and radical following that called themselves Jukti. They burned the king's buildings and decorated the ashes with the corpses of his loyal followers, still clinging to his lame visions even in the heart of disaster.

Though even when speaking of revolution and justice, it's all too easy to become lost in the obsession of an eye for an eye and the truth that he'd sacrifice the entire world just to make one man blind.

I have put up with - no, encouraged your arrogance for all of my life. The only salvation that you'll find is in death, brother, and it disgusts me that I'm still sorry I can't save you.