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"Ugh, I'm getting sick of this."
The man stood looking out at a field. He could feel the calm breeze flowing behind him, where the land was calm and peaceful. The same could not be said for what he was witnessing at the moment. Two large armies were fighting in the open field. Both near equal in size. The only difference was: One was undead. Well, and also mainly giant lizards. Like velociraptors. With swords. And fire breath.
Yet the very well alive army would not yield to him. It has been nearly a month since Chain had waged war with the evil tyrant of this plane. He has crushed at least three of the man's army's and he still won't relinquish his rule of these good people. It was quite infuriating.
Finally, he could see that his undead mega cool lizard army had broken through the final trench and were overtaking the humans with ease. Vicious blades kept swiping down and a blood mist could be seen through the air. Sighing a relief, he began to walk to the opposing force to offer surrender. And they better take it, or else this was going to be very messy.
Like the last army.
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Chain could see the white flag from the field. Getting closer to the command tent, he felt a little uneasy among the troops of the enemy. All of those eyes looking at him judging. Wanting to see him dead. Thank goodness he had lizard body guards.
After their surrender all that's left is the castle with the Tyrant. And getting through should be simple enough. He can't have that many more forces can he? I doubt it. I must say, this has been a job well done. Few civilian casualties, and even fewer scratches on myself. Morons couldn't even out maneuver one guy and his undead army. Pathetic.
Arriving at the command tent, Chain stopped and adjusted his black chest and back plate. His shoulder pads were fine. His pant's had also began to ride up on him, so he fixed that too. Quickly scraping off the mud on his black metal boots and calf armor, he walked past the two guards and entered the general's tent.
"Hello there Necromancer. I am General Jut and this is my second Iy. We would like to thank you for accepting our surrender."
Chain examined the woman in front of him. A tall, well built woman. He could see her old scars. Definitely has seen many battles before. "I am glad you just surrendered. I'm sure you have heard what had happened to Hay's army."
"Yes, I am aware about them and unlike that fool I am much smarter than that. But let's cut to the chase. What are your demands?"
"Why, to just let me pass through this land and get to the capital."
The woman looked shocked and relieved all at the same time. "That's it?"
Chain smiled. "Yep. Deal?"
"Uh, deal." The two then shook hands. Feeling satisfied, Chain turned and began to walk back the way he came. "Wait!"
Turning around, he looked at the man named Iy. The man shrank when Chain's gaze fell upon him. Clearing his throat, he asked. "What are those creatures you're using?"
"They were the ancient race that ruled this plane long before you humans came about."
"You just said 'you humans'. Aren't you human?"
"No." Chain then walked out without explaining anything else. Going back to his army, he prepared himself for the coming fight ahead. There was definitely going to be death.
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Well, I guess I'm wrong.
Chain had walked into the Tyrant's castle without so much as a scuffle. Weary of a trap, he entered the throne room with caution. He finally saw the man he had waged war with not so long ago.
"Well well, it seems you have defeated me Necromancer. Tell me, what do you plan on doing now with your new empire?" Gilk asked, staring at Chain with a very evil gaze.
"Nothing. I am leaving as soon as I set up a much kinder system of rule here."
He looked shocked. "What then is to become of me?"
"I'm going to just kill you," Chain said. Drawing the long sword on his back, he looked at the Tyrant. "Will you defend yourself?"
"No. I will let you kill me. I knew one day I would be slain by someone craftier than me." Pausing, he added. "May I ask just a couple of questions?"
Shrugging, Chain said, "Sure. What the hell."
"What is that sword?"
Chain looked at the blade in his hands. A leather bound hilt with a black faceted piece of obsidian cut into a triangle for a pommel. The weapons hilt was a curved piece of silver with etchings along it. The blade itself was a three foot long and black with ancient runes inscribed into it. "This is the Shadowbringer. A very ancient sword. A very special sword."
"What makes it special?"
"When one is killed with Shadowbringer, that beings soul is forever trapped within the blade." Then without waiting for another question, Chain striked at the man and pierced him in the neck, cutting the spinal cord. He was dead before his old body hit the floor.
"OK, time to go to work."
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After many weeks of setting up a new government, one runned by a council, Chain finally planeswalked away from the world, out to find a new problem to solve.