He's not sure how he got there, but Kef as sure as hell knew he could rule this new world. He'd been stuck in this god-forsaken world for the last five years. If one were to think about it, this world wasn't much different than the one he came from. Money and power still ruled, and he had both back in the old country. He had manipulated, stole, killed, and bartered for power in the old country, and now that he found himself in a new situation, knew the only way to survive was to do the same here.
There were creatures like him in this new world, but he was by far the most beautiful, and he knew it. Kef thinks back to old fantasy novels of the old world, such as JRR Tolkien's Lord of the Rings series, and the only thing he can put a name to some of the creatures around him are found in those stories. Creatures such as trolls, and goblins in the old stories greatly resembled what he was seeing now. The trolls were huge, and strong, but fairly simple minded. The goblins on the other hand, were wickedly cunning and had wits sharper than knives. There were minotaurs too…. Creatures that were half bull, half men. They were excellent with weapons of any kind, and their strength could rival the strength of trolls.
Like any other society, the various creatures had various roles in the societies they lived in. The trolls were usually the laborers, and the goblins… one could say they served as fore-men. Goblins were the "white-collar" of the society they lived. The Minotaurs, well… if anyone needed a security force, or even an expert mercenary group, they could go to the Minotaurs. They were always available to the highest bidder, and regarded no law other than their own.
Among the various classes in Deep society, there were also war-locks, or magic wielders. Kef was surprised to find himself listed among the privileged that had the ability to warp nature to his own liking.
Warlocks were of a different sort. It's interesting to note that magic users came in various shapes and sizes, yet you couldn't judge a warlock on size alone. Some of the smallest creatures possessed an amazing amount of power compared to some of the larger creatures, yet Kef had, in the past, come across some very large warlocks that almost had no equal in strength and power.
It was the warlocks that ruled this world. Kef had trained himself in the use of his powers, and was a natural at what he did. He was sitting down, contemplating what his plans might be for the next few days, when his thoughts were rudely interrupted but a slight tapping on his door.
"COME!" There was no mistaking the irritation in Kef's voice.
"I apologize, your Grace, for this terrible intrusion… but this just came in for you! It comes from Nabelion."
Kef's irritation was suddenly replaced by curiosity. Only when other "Outsiders" came into the new world did he hear from his agent in Nabelion. Nabelion was a nation ruled by Men, Centaurs, Elves, and every other goody-goody from the old stories. Did that make Kef a "bad-guy"? He didn't think so. After all… Goblins and trolls are just a misunderstood people. He understood this, and it was because of his empathy for these creatures that he was able get as far as he had in Deep. However, as understanding of these creatures he was, they were not as kind to their rivals in the north. Nabelion and Deep had been at war for many, many years before Kef arrived. No one really knows what set it off, though Kef had a suspicion that Deep's dwindling natural resources may have played a role. If the citizens of this land were to survive the next few decades, they must expand their borders. Otherwise, there won't be enough to go around.
"Very well… leave it on the table. On your way out, send Forkwood to me. I wish to speak with him." If there was a new man from the old country in town, Kef intended to know everything he could about him. Forkwood was the best when it came to gathering intelligence.
Kef sat back in his chair, and waited for Forkwood to arrive.