Mnemosynis/RWMemoriesOne

I cast the body of my former rival down from top of my tower. I've always loved crushing the life out of my rivals. My gauntlet was built solely to enjoy the act all the more. The massive orichalcum weapon sheaths my arm all the way up to the shoulder. It burns when I touch them. Burns them for their insolence. They all receive a fair chance. I take them here to the top of my manse, and they may use whatever weapon they wish against me. I always pick the gauntlet.

Then I cast their bodies to the adoring crowds below. They love me, the people. I am their god above all others of my brethren. My Charms have bound all their hearts to me. Any who try to take my worshippers from me will be cast into the crowds.

Normally I retire to the wines brought in from the East after a battle. Today was a special day though, and special days bring me joy. The Dragon child was sent by a village a week from here. He represented the village, and in his failure so has the village failed. And as he was punished so shall the village. I don't really recall why he was here. Apparently I failed to respond to protect them from something and people died. People always die, and I DO NOT FAIL. It called the way I rule into question. I let no one judge me. I am beyond judgment. I retire to my chambers to prepare for the sorcery I must perform.

Sheets of muslin and velvet hang gently from the ceiling creating the walls in the room. I brush them aside and approach the bed. She's still there, the broken corpse. Still wearing the beastman form she died in. If she died. Sometimes I think she's still pretending, and that she'll bite me should I so much as touch her. I don't want to lose my arm again. It's a nuisance to get replaced. So I leave her there, dead and rotting. It bothers me not and I still sleep in the bed. I will not be taking another Lunar mate, however. It is a silly tradition. I care not what my brethren will think. I am beyond them.

The servants bring me wine. I drink. I will rest until dawn. Then I will burn them all for their insolence. I sleep wearing the gauntlet. I am Excelus, the Gale of Blades. King. Legend. God.

None dare judge me.