Grandee // Grandeur .
@misorasan
It had been just over a decade since the fateful massacre of his lineage in the South American jungles; before then, the first 23 years of his life had led to that very moment, in one way or another. The now Divine Monarch knew he was destined for the throne. He was groomed for it, even if at some point he had misread his father's intention of sending him to that academy that had been little more than a prison. The Gods, themselves, had prepared him for all this; poured molten ichor into his blood & screamed divinity in his ears. Jahleel had all the scars & glory to show for it.
Now, at 33, a decade after relocating his lineage & founding the Kingdom of Eocliation, he was surrounded by power every minute of every day. It was heady, dizzying, the amount of success his life contained. He'd have been content, he thinks, to have his strong Kingdom to himself; to reign in solidarity, to never have opened many doors past the happiness of his citizens, but those who believed him cursed quaked in their resolution as the Courts begrudgingly opened their doors & Eocliation had become the first Kingdom of Black Magic to ever be recognized with formality in the history of the world.
They were too strong to conquer & the people were too loyal to abandon their King who had, as their history books said, sacrificed pieces of his soul in order to free them from the tyrannical rule of his own father. With reverence they looked at Jahleel, who had given his entire being for this; for all this. Power had made him mad but the genuine intent to keep his people happy prevented him from descending too far, too fast.
The Kingdom was large; it encompassed the warmest parts on the south west coast of this continent. Jahleel had plans to continue his claim down the land that formed a bridge & eventually recollect the people of South America under his rule. The surrounding towns were conquered civilly, converted to his doctrine that stated he required but one thing; a material sacrifice to be made to the Horned God on a weekly basis. Every city & town had to dabble in black magic, but whatever else they conducted, he left to the local officials.
The capital of Eocliation was huge; founded on what was once a simple, empty plain of unspectacular sand. The elemental magic users had bent the land to their will; created mountains & homes within those mountains, flowing waterfalls & gushing ravines. The people wore sparse clothing that matched the yellow & red hues of the land; their bodies often adorned in fantastic jewels. Animals of all sorts shuffled about happily, as pets, familiars, & out of simple curiosity.
The Kingdom was happy, utterly; powerful & lucrative. Jahleel was not only benevolent but also a genius. He accepted visitors from other countries, gave them temporary citizenship to explore the land & student apprenticeships to study whatever they wanted under master supervision. Magic was everywhere, not just in how the land was fixed or their livelihoods were maintained, but it was seen casually on the streets as people lit rolled papers of nicotine with a flick of their fingers, Telekenetically dispersed the dirt on the stoop of their houses with sweeping motions. Eocliation was a land of practicality & strength, populated mostly by Omnesum, Viridim, Maleficium, & Abjuration
Today Jahleel met with his Regiment to speak over about the formation of an envoy to be sent south east in anticipation of the reformation of the Central American people. An adviser had briefly interrupted, when Jahleel had signaled her entry into the room, to whisper in his ear about a visiting Necromancer. His interest was piqued; Black magic users were rare, but they did gravitate to Eocliation which was becoming a safe haven for them. Necromancers, however, were an even rarer breed.
Jahleel had collected many texts from his trip to the heart of the Odroalar continent where rumors of a Black magic library had been loosely proven by his journey. There was no library, not formally, but information there did exist. With this information, he had attempted to create a Necromatic legion in his Regiment but apart from himself, he had no one with practical & applied learning to teach beyond studying ancient writings.
The Divine Monarch instructed his advisory to collect the Necromancer & have her wait for him in his throne room. Allow the visitor any luxury she may wish in the mean time as he wrapped up the envoy directional. Nothing should be spared to make her comfortable. She was important.
