Keriv136

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense."

An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. 

This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist.

Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation.

After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate.

Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

Empire of Souls

When Aleks came and stood next to Grobak, the Orc bowed his head respectfully and backed away from his master. This was noticed by many among the Horde and they hissed and howled when seeing this. How could Grobak lower his head? He may have only been a temporary chief of the Horde, but he still represented them. This servile behavior only added to their anger.

Some stepped forward and began to shout angrily.

"How could a son of the Steppes bow his head to an outsider!?"

"I told you that trash Grobak was no good!"

The shouts only grew louder. Aleks composed himself for a moment, slowly wiping some of the dirt off his robes. He hadn't had a moment to spare for his appearance since he last fought and only now realized his disheveled state.

"A leader should be composed and have an appearance worthy of their station."

Settling matters (3)