Things had gotten spicy since they reunified the two Cities a couple weeks ago…
Gnarlo came back pissed and strutted his authority around by walking his Trolls everywhere he went outside… He made the new tamers swear oaths of undying loyalty to him and made them an elite guard…He put the new Calvary through the wringer… One of their trials was to offer themselves up to the Amazons for 3 days and nights. It wasn't to test resolve or durability, he just wanted them to suffer. He was not going to be bullied by the Gnomes any longer.
He made sweet love to Jenny on his bed of Obese women as often as he could.
Kadrin meanwhile, tired of his first Wife's nagging… took on a second wife… and made it much worse for himself. Now his two wives clashed all the time and brought him into the argument to resolve their drama. Within a week he sent the old wife to Last Bastion under the pretense of being the acting governor, temporarily…
Maro had fixed the Priestesses only for Amazons and them to collude with each other… under the mutual understanding that they all ultimately served the Goddess… even Maro. The Priestesses brought order and schedule to their savagery and the Amazons brought strength and courage back to the Priestesses.
He experienced the worst of both worlds… on top of everything… some of the Amazon's started getting pregnant…good chance half of them were his… even Gurda was pregnant and she was certain it was Maro's… Gurda was even appointed as a High Priestess by the other ladies…
To deal with any succession issue… any girls born would be taken by the Amazon's and any boys were to be raised by the Holy Order to become new Paladins and Priests… Maro was overwhelmed… when he originally died he felt a bit of sadness at not having his own family… but this was ridiculous… There were hundreds of Amazons… the Priestesses could get pregnant… the ladies kept growing the Holy Order and more entry level Priestesses were joining… Maro couldn't help himself… he was a degenerate surrounded by beautiful women…
At least they learned not to restrict his alcohol as much…when he was sober, he plotted, planned and wanted vengeance… When drunk he was just a hot mess.
For the new King of Elves, he wasn't beholden to anyone so he spent his time running away from Amazons and getting drunk.
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The Four kings, quadumvirate or Quad force…
Maro was sipping on wine while thinking about how to name their new larger group… Anyone who hated orcs as much as them, drank as much as them and fought as much as them would be welcome.
The Four kings were drinking in quiet on their thrones… a temporary wooden chair was used for Goldie.
"What do you guys think?" Maro asked the group
He didn't even provide context, lost in his drink
"I think we need a miracle…" Kadrin sighed
Huh 'Miracle of Four' doesn't sound horrible
"What we need is the end of the world… I never thought I'd be a King… the more power and success we achieve the worse it gets for us" Gnarlo threw his empty chalice away and pulled out a wine skin from beneath his throne
End of the world… the 4 horsemen… they didn't ride horses though… Maro could fly, Gnarlo had his Troll mounts, Kadrin never rode horses and the Elf was an archer… Maro couldn't find something good
Goldie burped "it's been a long time since this continent has seen full on War… I feel like that might be fun"
"Like I said, a Miracle…" Kadrin spat in his new golden spit bucket
War… Harbringers of War… Maro never wished he was a weeb more than now… he wanted a cheesy flashy name for his crew… Quad Force… nothing was sticking for him
They had a thriving economy, two cities growing fast, an army and a government but they never gave themselves a name as a nation… this needed to be rectified right now, Maro thought
"Guys we need a name for our nation… 2 cities and over 50 thousand people… it's about time"
The men pondered in silence broken by intermittent bouts of burps.
To the drunks it felt like an eternity but like in the ancient fairytales of old, they came together in unison when a government official opened the large doors and the sun blinded them again.
"Fucking sun!"
They proclaimed themselves the 4 Heavenly Kings of the Moon Empire! It made no sense…. But it was the coolest sounding one so far… Maro's mind drifted back to Quad Force for a second.
"Your Royal Highnesses, a royal messenger from the Nuranan Elves has come, they are requesting immediate military assistance"
"Hopefully he didn't take a 100 year break on his way over here" Kadrin spat into his bucket
"Looks like we got our Miracle War boys" Kadrin grinned
The Nuranan Elves inhabited the large forest not too far away from them, they were actually at the edge of that forest when they were working as Loggers.
Turns out the hundreds of thousands of Goblins that escaped the Last Bastion caused the Goblin lord of that area to feel brave and he started raiding and clear cutting the forest… they didn't need much motivation anyways… that many goblins were bound to start trouble.
"I haven't seen any Nuranan Elves in a while…but if it means we get to kill Goblins and Orcs with no restrictions, let's do it" Goldie added
They all pretended to be serious but the excitement was coursing through them…
"Okay bring in the envoy" Maro commanded the official
The envoy was injured and frantic, all Elven grace was out the window.
The Goblins had intruded at an impromptu time, they had been in the middle of a succession crisis that had been going on for 400 years. Kadrin could barely contain his disdain.
With no military authority, the goblins swarmed and swarmed while the Elves kept retreating. They had already lost three quarters of the huge forest to the goblins and there was no sign of stopping.
They wasted a lot of time appealing to the Stewards of the Unity Kingdom… only to be put in a bureaucratic purgatory. Out of desperation they decided to reach out to some small rebellious area to the east… when the Envoy saw the scale of their Wall and the mass of people there… he was shocked… a large city had sprung out of nowhere like magic…
Elven timelines be damned, was a common phrase for Kadrin that meeting.
What the Envoy didn't expect was that the 4 kings issued mobilization orders before he even finished talking.
The Envoy didn't recognize this Elf King… but he was thoroughly impressed by the Fire in his speech and the passion of his hatred… to Elves, decision making required a lot of thought, discussion and research… this Elf was different… no inaction, no fear, no hesitation… the envoy was inspired.
With the Envoy still in the room, all 4 kings busted out many bottles of whiskey and wine skins from special compartments in their thrones.
The Envoy never saw 4 men this happy to go off to war…