Emperor Night (NTR)

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Jonathan, Painsley, and Alistar, along with the battered but resilient Sentinels, made their way back to the imposing edifice of the Dread Tower. Upon entering the tower, the group was met with pockets of resistance from the brutes that remained loyal to Fade. The muscle-bound creatures, large tusks protruding from their jaws and pointed ears poking through their matted hair, snarled ferociously. But Painsley's pack of Urnines quickly subdued them. Painsley's creatures that stood taller and broader than any natural predator, tore into the brutes with fierce determination, their jaws clamping down on limbs and their massive paws swiping with deadly precision. Alistar and the Sentinels, skilled and battle-hardened warriors, fought with equal zeal, their blades slicing through the ranks of the remaining brutes. Within the hour, the last of Fade's loyalists lay defeated.

Jonathan called for a meeting in what was once Fade's war room. It was here, amid the scattered maps and discarded parchment, that Jonathan addressed the group, explaining the depth of Fade's betrayal.

"He never intended for us to be allies," Jonathan revealed, his voice echoing off the stone walls, "Fade planned to use us as pawns in his own scheme for power. He thought nothing of sacrificing our lives for his own gains."

The assembly, comprised of those who had placed their trust in Fade, absorbed the news with a mix of anger and disillusionment. Saikhi, who had spent many hours in this room, felt a pang of regret for the trust she had placed in the sorcerer. Talitha tightened her grip on Alistar's hand, her eyes reflecting the fierce resolve that came with the knowledge that the man she had grown to care for had been on the brink of a treacherous end.

In the silence that followed, Jonathan's gaze met each of theirs. There was a hard set to his jaw, the weight of their collective destiny resting upon his shoulders. "But we are not pawns," he declared, "We are survivors, fighters, and leaders in our own right. And we will use this tower as our stronghold. Together, we will survive." Jonathan paused for a moment. "No. Not survive, we will thrive. It looks like the only way forward for us now is to overthrow those who intend to do us harm. Be that the Empire, be that sorcerers. I'm done running."

A ripple of agreement coursed through the room as the group acknowledged Jonathan. Talitha, Saikhi, Painsley, and Alistar all nodded in solemn assent, knowing that the path ahead was going to be fraught with hardship and danger.

"What is your first order. Lord Nightmare?" Alistar made sure the word 'lord' was emphasised.

"Lord?" Jonathan questioned the title.

"Without you, every single one of us would either be dead, or enslaved. I can think of no better, and although you do not have Southlands blood in your veins, you fuck with the best of us. I can think of no better Lord to follow than yourself." Alistar and the Sentinels kneeled before Jonathan.

"Without you, I would have probably ended up living on the streets of Cliffside." Saikhi nodded, and joined in kneeling.

"You are already my chieftain, I know you will continue to serve the will of the forest." Talitha kneeled.

"You got me out of a place I probably would have died in, and you didn't even know me. You are kind and worthy to follow." Yianna kneeled.

"Ah fuck it, why not, I got nothing better going on right now and those Empire bastards are going to pay for what they did to Jonn the Second. But don't expect me to kneel." Painsley smirked.

Jonathan looked around to those kneeled before him and Painsley. This was a lot of responsibility.

"Thank you everyone. Please rise." Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck.

Everyone stood up. Alistar still awaiting his new Lord's orders.

Jonathan, now recognized as a lord by his loyal followers, stood before the assemblage in the war room, his mind racing with the implications of this newfound responsibility. The gravity of their situation was not lost on him; they were outcasts, rebels, and sorcerers, each bearing the mark of the hunted within this unforgiving game realm.

"We've claimed this tower as our own," Jonathan began, his voice steady and confident, "and it will serve as our foundation. But we must be proactive. We cannot simply wait for the Empire to come knocking on our door. Our first priority is to fortify our defences," he continued, gesturing to the maps strewn across the war table. "We need to secure the surrounding area and ensure that our stronghold cannot be easily breached. Alistar, I want you and the Sentinels to take charge of this. Utilize the Urnines to patrol the perimeter and set up traps for any would-be invaders."

Alistar nodded, his mind already turning with strategies and formations. The Sentinels, their armour glinting in the dim torchlight, stood ready to follow their new Lord's command.

"Painsley, I need you to continue to strengthen your bond with the Urnines and any other creatures that may aid us, recall your guidebook and upgrade your ability" Jonathan instructed, turning his gaze to the petite, orange-haired sorceress. "Your ability to tame and control beasts will be invaluable in bolstering our forces."

Painsley gave a mocking salute with a sly grin, her confidence in her skills unshaken. She was already formulating plans to expand her menagerie and scout the lands around the Dread Tower.

"Saikhi, your knowledge and intellect are our greatest assets when it comes to understanding our enemies and the politics of this world," Jonathan said, addressing the ashborn woman whose curiosity knew no bounds. "I task you with gathering intelligence on the Empire's movements and any potential allies that may be swayed to our cause."

Saikhi's eyes sparkled with the challenge, her mind already diving into the annals of history and lore that she had committed to memory.

"Tali," Jonathan said, his tone softening slightly as he looked upon the heldran huntress. "I need you to focus on our supplies and resources. We must ensure that we can sustain ourselves and our allies during the trials to come."

Talitha gave a firm nod, her hand instinctively reaching for the bolas at her side, a silent promise that she would do everything in her power to provide for their burgeoning stronghold.

"And as for Yianna," Jonathan said, turning to the former queen "I need you to maintain and keep the tower secure, try to convince the maids that once followed Fade to switch allegiances." Yianna accepted her task with a grace.

"Lastly," Jonathan said, looking around at the faces of those who had pledged their loyalty to him, "we must not forget that we are a family now. We have been brought together by fate, and it is together that we will face whatever challenges come our way. We will survive, we will grow stronger, and if needed, we will take over Adearath."