Dimensional Descent

Elthor slowly picked himself up, shaking his head. He was getting really tired of having to get into all of these fights, not because he hated fighting, but because he always had to hold back.

The ones he could kill, he couldn't kill. As for the ones he couldn't kill even if he tried, those were even more agonizing. Did they get off from beating a kid like him? Just because your wife was giving me googly eyes, doesn't mean I touched her! Shouldn't you blame yourself for her eyes wandering?!

Elthor looked up and glared at the gorilla sized bastard he had just knocked out. His fists were really too itchy at this point.

At that moment, though, Elthor's pupils suddenly constricted. His head snapped up to the skies, his eyes narrowing.

'This is… Most definitely not part of the plan…' Elthor mumbled to himself.

…

The Oryx community, despite their advancements toward the importance of the mind in conjunction with the body, was still quite primitive. Their sanitation wasn't the best, their roads were still paved of dirt, their homes were simple constructs of wood, mud and dried grass… They were ultimately still living in a time countless centuries behind everyone else.

One of the tasks Elthor was left with by Leonel was to improve this. However, the method in which he did so was also important.

couldn't just roll up his sleeves and get to shoveling. As shallow as that sounded, the minds of

of most. As feel good as it sounded for a leader to get in the dirt and weeds with their subjects, most didn't have the capacity

label of commoner or poverty first, history would tell you how difficult that would be… And even those that succeeded would have to wage war or lead an uprising, something Leonel had expressly told

ideas through legislation. It was much slower this way, but it also gave him the opportunity to

at his age was able to defeat him and even matured adults often lost to him. It was just that he

most appropriate leader, though, and also dealing with the fallout of those he would

life. And yet, in order to become the General he wanted to be, he would have

all of this, at least

off from the outside world and didn't have diplomatic relations with any others. However, just moments a go, a

It was either a declaration of war, or it was just the best way to

it became clear

first things Elthor had proposed to fix. As a result, it was the cleanest and most well established. It took up the center of the Tribe and though it wasn't made of

of the Oryx and Elthor, though, wasn't their well-built meeting room, but rather the

name of Raymundus, sat upon a wooden throne. Though his eyes were murky and his hair was greyed, his back still sat straight and his breathing was steady. He both looked like he could keel over at any moment, but simultaneously burst with an

Raymundus' left and right were two guards in their prime. Both were among the strongest warriors of the Oryx and their momentum was stifling. No matter how one felt about the Oryx, their presence