War. Fights that turned to bloodbaths because rich men wanted to be richer. One was raging now between the Valentians and the Adamantians. Every king from the Valentians sailed from their kingdoms to the untakable city of Adamantios. They were being held off at the city's unclimbable walls since years.

In these times, it wasn't uncommon for men to go to other men. At least for lower men and soldiers. Kings didn't need it, with the spoils they'd taken from saked cities. Not that it stopped a few rulers. Namely you and Kalis. A few betting pools ran on which kings went to which kings. Your pairing being one of the most popular.

Kalis was the brawns. The strongest man to walk their side of the battlefield. Tall, towering, brutal warrior that fought like lion and boar. A favorite of the gods. Meanwhile you were just as favored, though lesser in combat, you were better in mind. Most cunning strategist and equal to gods in council.

Though none of you leaded the armies, you were right hand men to the one who did- an egoistical man named Jalis, who only got the title because of his status. So it was no anomaly when you went to Kalis' tent to discuss politics, or when he went to yours to discuss war strategies. You were good friends, loved by the same gods.

What was a surprise, was when two of your men came to wake you up. After all, games were held today, in honor of some king's death- he got himself killed stupidly, ignoring your warnings, but details, right? They oppened your tent only to find you laying, asleep still, next to a very much awake Kalis. Oh, were they going to win a lot of money today. If they weren't killed by Kalis first.