Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180218042108/@comment-26383377-20180225191846

“You... you can’t really be the Great... you’re-“

“I am Calthor Ostoran, son of Diomes Ostoran, rightful empreror of the Ostoran empire, and bearer of many titles. I am your great-grandfather, and I have raised this empire like it was my only child. Watching it transform into a despotic autocracy hell-bent on the extermination of, not one, but multiple specied, is not only an affront to everything I ever stood for, but an insult that I. Take. Personally.” Calthor’s words cut through Akata like steel through flesh. Stiff, stern, and hard, his eyes were nailed on here, and he towered above the empress, with his frame dwarfing her.