YeagarTheDrake: Finally, I Can Show Up My Swordsmen Skills, Also We Need Someone To Lead Us, And We Also

YeagarTheDrake: Finally, I can show up my swordsmen skills, also we need someone to lead us, and we also need a second in command.

hey. all. for @liminal-station . we've decided.

time to kill.

ghetsis. dead. need army. calling you.

for family. protect. remove threat. depose cult leader. murder false god.

who's with us?

YeagarTheDrake: Boss, thank heaven you're ok!

(YeagarTheDrake gets off the Quetza X4, nearly completely exhausted)

@that-one-poison-trainer

TIME TO KILL GOD!! WHERE IS HE?! COWARD HE IS

You realize you’re only here because I let you in, right?

I hope you had fun playing the heroes in your little faerie-tale.

Now, it is time for you to face reality. MY reality.

Prince, annihilate them.

YeagerTheDrake: Well, I have been keeping this a secret for a very long time, but I have in contact with someone who can help us, who works for someone even bigger, her name is Mable, and she work for...

YeagarTheDrake: TEAM FLARE

so boys, what's the game plan?

@that-one-poison-trainer

Ingo: We need to find a way into the main chamber. We’re sure all the guards he has are staffed right now, waiting for us.

Emmet: We wouldn’t want you to waste your energy dispatching mass-produced grunts. Leave them to us, we used to be one of them.

YeagarTheDrake: Yes indeed, but we were worried about you, I thought you two were, you know….

*a human figure steps off the train and onto the platform, confused and dazed*

I-I did it? It actually worked?!

*looks like she's in need of directions*

@that-one-poison-trainer

Ingo: You… we see you’ve finally made it. Could be in better shape…

Emmet: We welcome you to the station, dear.

Twisting, turning

Royalty is burning

The higher up

The longer fall

Here, usurper

Here is your hall

Ash and ruin

Once and for all

MARCH 30TH.

(straight out of the blue, comes YeagerTheDrake’s ride, the Quetza X4, dawing a paint job after the Aztec god of wind, Quetzalcóatl)

YeagarTheDrake: Isn’t she beautiful boss!

You stand before a mighty city-sized palace, a towering structure formed from glistening ice.

Two fox statues guard the gates, bearing the faces of their false god.

You gather your courage, but the cold is only growing and time is not on your side.

THE IDES OF GHETSIS