A dark brooding figure sat at the chair of the throne room. He was a massive and bulky man with a long black beard and shaggy hair. His face covered in scar and a stitch running from his left ear to his neck. His eyes blazed with pure hatred from the world. His black fur coat is so long that it looked like a black pool of blood.

The door to the throne room suddenly opened and in came a couple of beaten-up rogues. "Your majesty!"

Upon seeing his men beaten up he raised a questioning eyebrow at them. "Care to explain?"

Hearing the king's voice they suddenly hesitated to...