Pity, pity, what brings you here brother?" The slim fox coldly, peering at his pitiful brother who was apparently scared out of his wits and groveling on the floor. "Well, S-sire, I came to ask y-you of some f-food?" Th fox stepped down the few steps to where his brother quivered and quaked hiding his head. "And this is why?" He hissed, blowing a piece of imaginary dust off his claws. "Because S-sire, me troops ran o-outta' food S-sire..." Mumbled the pitiful brother of the fox who was feeling particularly tyrannical on the hour. Slowly the fox inched closer to his brother, close enough to throttle his filthy neck... "I have given you an army, I have shoveled out piles of precious money in your 'cause, and now you ask for an extra ration of food? Have I not given you enough, brother? Have I not filled enough your grubby palms? Fool!" The fox gave his brother a swift kick, sending him flailing on the marble floor with his tattered black cloak trailing on the ground. Fleeing his brothers tyranny, his ran stumbling out the door pushing all the unlucky in his way. Xian the sly fox stood at the end of the marble hall, grinning a toothy smile as he watched his brother flee as if he had seen the devil himself. He had had a good day so far. His mood grew and grew as the day proceeded after having a nice luncheon in the great hall and chatting with fellow warlords who shared the same Sadistic personality as Xian. After the meal, he and the warlords paraded out of the capitol, making a big scene and spreading commotion around the front doors. The imperial guards pushed the thronging crowd back to form a aisle for the kings the tromp down. First in procession were the kings grenadiers, some of his most prized men. Their colorful banners in the Imperial colors billowed in the wind, and their armor flashed in the orange autumn sun. The soldiers had scarlet capes with a gold lining that whipped in the rough wind. 'Twas a beautiful sight, as the Emperor Xian's legions paraded down the streets of the city. Xian loved to make a scene and show off his army to his friends, and to remind his enemies of his great power. Though, away from the crowds lingered a familiar face...

It was the warlords' turn to stride down the streets, surrounded of course by a dozen pikebeasts heavily armed. A shadowy face crouched camouflaged in the boughs of a tree that stretched over the thick stone walls. A deadly weapon perched in his sweaty palms. Perspiration beaded on his concentrated brow as he aimed his sharp shooting crossbow at his target. The weapon only armed with one metal bolt, meant to fly straight to it's target, dipped in poison. Xian smirked as he watched his vulgar crowds of beasts flocking to get just a glimpse of their emperor. But none of the new of the terrible deed about to take place... Muttering a quick prayer, the sniper beast lifted his crossbow a bit higher and readied his sweaty gloved hands for the kill. At the exact right moment, his hand squeezed the trigger, and the muffled zip of the bolt was heard... The metal bolt ripped into it's targets throat, with the sound of tearing flesh. But not a sound came from the once majestic warlord except for a feeble gurgle as he saw the face of his brother laughing at his deathbed.

"No more"