Ezel Berbel was a simple, undemanding sort of fellow.
He was the kind of man who gave much and asked for little. Let the world be changed, change, be free and grow. He'd nurture, encourage and aid it in this. All he asked in return, was one teeny, tiny thing.
World Domination.
A lofty goal. But, a goal that he was determined to complete. And now, after many years, the time to begin was now. Ezel stepped forward from the shadows of an archway, moving to the main square.
Reajh was in bad shape. Shango had done a lot more damage then Ezel had ever imagined he would. Buildings were destroyed, streets were torne up, anger and confusion were in the hearts, minds, and faces of all the people, desperately trying to rebuild.
When he'd asked Shango to come investigate Reajh in the thunder elemental's quest for power, he knew he'd cause some property damage, but he didn't expect a great deal of the city to be leveled.
What had happened to Shango is a mystery as well. He went forward and did battle with a minotaur, and nobody had seen either since. There was a hope, a slim hope, that both were dead, but Ezel doubted it. Indeed, he'd have to deal with Shango again, he knew it. That,however, could wait.
He had wars to start.
He stood atop a large rocky slab of granite, clearing his throat and raising his voice so that the whole square, milling with civiliians and soldiers alike.
"Attention, people of Connoloath! Attention, citizens of Reajh! I have seen your faces! I have seen your suffering! This destruction was swift, pointless and cruel. Who is responsible, for sending this mad wizard into our midst, and attempting to fulfill the prophecies that we all feared magic would fulfill? Who could have been responsible? While, I do not know this...I do know another crime."
He paused, letting them all absorb the information, the anger and fear growing in their faces.
"On the eve of that terrible destruction, the wealthiest noble in Connolaoth was murdered, right in his own home, along with his entire family! The murderer is still at large, and his face and identity have not been seen...however, in his haste to escape, he dropped the very weapon that killed your fine noblemen, your comrades, who have striven, as I have, to make life better for all of you. The others don't want me to reveal this, but I believe it is your right to know the truth. The nobleman was murdered...with THIS!"
He held up a dagger, a small, hand-sized dagger that gleamed in the sunlight. It would have been unremarkable, honestly, if not for one thing: the emblem of the Kingdom of Serendipity.
"This means nothing, my friends, but it means everything. It is our only evidence, and I pray that none of you think that the kingdom of Serendepity is at all"-
"Those bastards! They destroyed our city!"
Hecklers from the crowd began yelling in anger.
"They sent that wizard, they killed our nobles!"
"Those magic-loving swine! Those sons of whores!"
"We'll kill them all! They deserve death!"
Ezel gasped, waving his arms placatingly.
"My friends, please, wait, do not act harshly! Even if it is true, our military is in shambles, and control is limited. We have no way of fighting a war, we have no army or leader right now!"
More hecklers.
"We'll be the army! We'll march into Serendepity before they know we were there and burn the whole kingdom to the ground!"
"We don't need a leader!'
"Yes! We lead ourselves!"
"No, let Ezel lead us! Let Ezel Belber, who loves us so much he came to tell us the truth, lead us to victory!"
Ezel stepped back, looking worridly over the crowd.
"Me? Oh no...dear friends, you do not mean..."
"Yes! Ezel should lead us!"
A chant had started up.
"Ezel! Ezel! Ezel Belber! Ezel! Ezel! Ezel Belber! Ezel! Ezel! Ezel Belber!"
Ezel waves his arms for silence, stepping forward, his eyes closed solemly. He looked up at the sky, letting out a deep breath and spreading his arms to the side.
"If this be your decision, then I accept."
The crowd erupted into cheers and moved on with the speed of ants, the idea of war and revenge fueling their works as they chipped stone and lifted up broken walls, pulling old weapons and metal from the wreckage and sending them to local blacksmiths, who had become miniture foundries, making enough weapons for even man, young and old, to proudly bear into what the people believed to be a holy war.
Ezel leaned against a nearby pillar, unable to resist letting out a giddy little giggle. Now he was getting somewhere. The other nobles did not dare try to stop him, he had an army right at their doorsteps, and as far as anyone cared, he was right. The others had discovered the dagger with the murdered man.
They just didn't know it was Serendepity that killed that family.
It was Ezel Belber.
Now, he'd let them stew for a few days. Let us see who decided to join or stop this madness. Let us see...