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.

plumber or construction worker. He couldn't just roll up his

feel good as it sounded for a leader to get in the dirt and weeds with their subjects,

power was already in your hands. But, if you had to shake off the label of commoner or poverty first, history would tell

was to instead present his ideas through legislation. It was much slower this way, but it also gave

was just that he couldn't match up to

those he would have to push out of the way to claim it,

He had never wanted to become a King in his life. And yet, in order to become the General he wanted to be, he would have to become a King first. Life truly liked

thinking about all of this, at least not

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

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

became clear that

cleanest and most well established. It took up the center 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

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

Though his eyes were murky and his hair was greyed, his back still sat straight and his breathing was steady. He both

among the strongest warriors of the Oryx and their momentum was stifling. No matter how one felt about the Oryx, their presence alone was enough to force whatever disdain this group of diplomats