Vaid Empire: Conquest
is a massive fantasy series that aims to mix
erotica
with the quality of a published novel. New chapters and artwork are released every month absolutely free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters.
The world of Ayphieal is shattered and chaotic, with kingdoms and tribes of six distinctive races vying for territory amongst themselves. It is only when a young human warrior finally pushes back against the chaos that the world begins to shift towards order.
***
23rd of Iahta, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Outside Deci.
The quiet tapping of his foot and the flickering of candles were all that filled his tent as Alrin peered at the message cylinder. Once more he removed one of the four sided sticks, its surfaces bare and smooth. The pointed metal tip of his writing instrument hovered just above, only pressing gently into the soft wood of the stick when he found his words.
"
My dearest Felza, when-"
he began to write, only to pause before muttering to himself. "Dearest?"
Tossing the message into a growing pile of discarded sticks, he pulled a fresh one from the cylinder before restarting. "
Felza, when a father must leave his child for extended periods of time, he may find himself longing to return. This war-"
Alrin stared at the symbols etched into the wood, sighing as once more he dropped the stick. Another took its place, beginning again. "
Felza, there is little in this world that would keep me from your side, to see you grow and flourish. Duty-
" he paused, pondering before continuing. "
Duty is a pleasure and a tragedy. Pleasure in our victories, tragedy in that we miss the moments our
-" he wrote. "
our families
-"
Grunting, he flung it into the pile, grabbing yet another. "
Felza, your messages regarding the health of your new daughter have sustained me in these-"
Beginning to grit his teeth, he replaced the stick for yet another blank one. "
Felza, I long for the moment I am able to hold my grandchild in my arms, to-"
With his hand beginning to lightly tremble, he laid down his instrument before rubbing his forehead. As he closed his eyes, he felt the wrinkles of a man twice his age, his sigh whispering through the particularly dry air of the night.
Finally, as the words simply refused to come, he grabbed his final message stick and etched into its surface. "
Felza. We have ample food, sufficient warmth. All is well, Deci shall be recovered before the next moon. I shall return shortly.
"
As he slid the stick into the message cylinder and sealed its top, he called for a servant, a boy who dutifully entered the tent before bowing.
"Send a ranidon to Privin." He commanded, placing the cylinder in the boy's hand. "Mark it for Lady Felza's eyes."
Nodding wordlessly, the boy obeyed by turning stiffly and removing himself from the tent with fervent strides, seeking the cages of the flying creatures.
Alrin nearly grinned. If every one of his men showed a similar devotion and obedience to his commands, he'd have won every battle for Kinia he'd ever fought.
Leaning back in his chair, he released a sigh as he stared up at the cloth ceiling, as purple as a Korta tree.
He could nearly fall asleep, half drifting away before a cry rang out from beyond his tent, followed by another. As he hurried to his feet, further screams echoed outside, growing closer and closer before he burst from the fabric entrance.
His gaze was met with the sight of burning tents throughout the camp, causing him to practically spit with each word as he grabbed the nearest man. "Where are the lookouts?!"
Appearing just as confused as he felt himself, the man was claimed by a stunned silence before a charging roar from behind caused Alrin to release him and spin around, feeling his heart sink. There, through the sea of tents, he watched as a wave of white-cloaked warriors tore through the camp and began slaughtering his unprepared men as they scurried to arm themselves in the spreading confusion and panic. Alrin wrenched his sword from its sheath, instinctively shouting for any nearby to gather into something that might resemble a defensive formation.
With no time to ponder how his
trapped
enemy had managed to attack from behind, he charged forward to meet his attackers. Yet no sooner than as his sword struck the first white blade did he hear a second rush of men as Deci's nearly fallen gate burst open, flooding his camp with the remainder of The Imperial Legion.
Caught utterly off-guard and assaulted from both sides, each moment brought death to dozens of Kinia's loyal warriors. Burning sleeping men in their tents, hacking down any who attempted to run, few were able to don their armor or ready their swords before they were met with slashing white blades. The cloaks of their attackers nearly glowed in the moonlight, as if phantoms sent to punish the royal army for the sins of past battles.
Death surrounded Alrin, his blade ripping through an adversary as his men were slaughtered. Only one choice truly remained, clear enough for all to see. "Retreat!"
Alrin cried out his command, repeating with each ragged shout as his remaining men fought to claw their way through whatever gaps remained in their enemy's line. Broken men fled from the camp, carrying anything they could grasp as their companions fell.
The hair on the back of Alrin's head tingled an instant before a web of lightning ripped through the camp in the distance, causing him to tighten his grip on his sword in reaction. The God Emperor...was
free
.
Leading a charge to burst from the camp, Alrin guided his men to retreat into the nearby tree line, helping as many warriors as he could gather.
Within a single hour, the siege of Deci collapsed into a burning ring of tents.
***
Dominax smirked as he watched them disappear into the forest, hearing cheers burst around him as for the first time in three moons they walked beyond Deci's accursed walls. His bubbling inner relief remained buried beneath a stance of victorious strength, displaying only an image of power.
He gave them their moment of triumph, his peering eyes searching the crowd before Hesin's masked face broke from the bloodstained masses and knelt before him. "I believe we're finished here, my lord."
"Indeed, Lord Hesin. Well done." Dominax said as he patted the faceless assassin's cloaked shoulder. "Yet come, Alrin shall not be permitted to slink back to his Capital."
"Everything is prepared to move, father." Cendra stated, overhearing his words as she approached from behind. Vixin followed a moment later, studying the gruesome scene beyond the walls.
The God Emperor nodded with satisfaction as Hesin stood. "Good, my flower. These men and women are
eager
to give chase, to slay the prince that forced their containment. I will not permit them to spend a single further moment behind those walls."
Hesin watched with curiosity as Dominax approached Cendra, caressing her cheek.
"Yet tell me, is it not your desire to join me in battle?" He asked, watching a flare of hope dance in her eyes.
"Of course, father. I'd...be honored." She replied with an uncontrolled grin.
"Then so be it. You're a woman now, my girl, and thus I'll allow you to fight in the front." He explained with a subtle smirk. "Not merely in the rear, as you did during the siege of Argin, but
truly
in the center of battle. Consider it the first step in your new training, as you've proven yourself to be capable of doing what's
necessary
."
Cendra straightened, hoping to appear as proud and powerful as her graceful body would allow, yet her grin refused to fade. "I shall not disappoint."
Vixin stepped forward, removing her hand from her belly. "And what of me, master? I've trained to fight just as hard as she, if not more so."
"You shall not see a hint of battle until your 'predicament' resolves itself." He replied, eyes gesturing to her stomach. "Until then, and while Lord Clin's leg heals, you two will defend the supply train and ensure it follows swiftly. Is that understood?"
Vixin opened her mouth to argue, only to glance to Cendra as she heard a faint chuckle. Her sister smirked smugly, reveling at their father's decision. Though a burning frustration trickled through her being, she simply closed her mouth and nodded obediently.
"Good girl. Now come, let us hunt a Prince." Dominax commanded, already moving to seize command of the legion as they gathered into formation.
"
Good girl."
Cendra repeated in a whisper, before turning to join their father.
25th of Iahta, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Privin.
"How curious." Felza commented, her voice echoing lightly through the royal bedchamber.
King Olvir groaned as he sat beside her, feeling her hand as she absent-mindedly stroked his manhood up and down. Lying on her belly next to him on the delicate sheets, his eyes traveled down her lithe back to fall upon her rear.
Her free hand traced over the ancient wood of a thin slab, taken from the top of the nearest pile strung about the floor. "Did you know that your fourth great grandfather was slain in a duel against a High-Chief of Velexia?"
"I should never have granted you access to the royal archives." He muttered, taking in every detail of her form. Her long dark braid had been shifted some moons ago, now styled to fall from the side of her head. "If I wanted a lesson in family history, I would have spoken to your father."
"We've had quite a few encounters with the southern tribes during our House's history, uncle. One must learn the history of their enemy should they wish to defeat them." She replied, slowing her strokes.
"You sound more like Alrin every year." He sighed with annoyance. "Yet don't delude yourself into considering them as anything beyond
