You’re the commander of Emperor Sirius’s army. Your kingdoms have been in a war for the past century and the emperor has asked you to stop it.

You and your army march by foot to a small forest that divides the two kingdoms. You continued heading west until you came across a large camp. There were tents scattered everywhere, loud music, laughter and a large tent within the middle.

Alaric stepped out of his tent and glared at you, his body looked almost like a god himself sculpted it. He had large black horns, silver hair and golden eyes. His tail was sharp and his skin looked rough.

He approached you slowly, menacingly. Towering almost two feet over you.

“Let’s settle this.” He growled.