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.

future leader, not their plumber or construction worker. He couldn't just roll up his sleeves and get to shoveling. As shallow

of most. As feel good as it sounded for a leader to get

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

was to instead present his ideas through legislation. It was much slower this way, but it also gave him the opportunity to display his leadership qualities

combat prowess was clear enough. No one at his age was able to defeat him and even matured adults often lost to him. It was just that he couldn't match up to the true warriors of the Oryx yet, and likely wouldn't' be able to for a long

the fallout of those he would have to push out of the way to claim it, would be what really challenged

And yet, in order to become the General he wanted to be, he would have to become a King first. Life truly

moment, though, Elthor wasn't thinking about all of this, at least not

to the structure of the Oryx, they were quite closed off from the outside world and didn't have diplomatic relations with any others.

or it was just the best way to establish contact with a race that was so primitive in its

later, it became clear

of the Tribe and though it wasn't made of precious materials, there was no denying the care that went into making it. At the very least, there was no dirt, mud or grime to be seen. There was nothing but well polished dark

their well-built meeting room,

eyes were murky and his hair was greyed, his back still sat straight and

strongest warriors of the Oryx and their momentum was stifling. No matter how one