I just finished this fantastic game, my playthrough being the Red Prince as my main char. After that, I was immediately absorbed into the lore of this world, more specifically, the lore behind Ancient Empire.

And a quick warning if you haven't played the game and might want to, this story could contain SPOILERS. Specifically for the outcome of the Red Prince's story line, so read at your own risk.

EDIT: For those who had read the original version of this fanfiction, you'll notice that Nile's past has been drastically changed. Read it to catch up.

Campsite

Ranald took a giant chug from his flask as he stumbled around the camp, the disgraced paladin turned mercenary drunk out of his mind. He had recently finished a job alongside his companions, giving himself a cause to celebrate as his mustache and mutton chops were stained with whiskey.

"Come on you lot! Another toast!"

A dwarf stood up, leaning on a crossbow as he chuckled."Ha! It's not even midday and yer already drunk Ranald!"

"Yeah! Give it a rest Paladin!" Another mercenary chimed in as the rest laughed out.

Ranald brushed a hand, "Bah! Rhalic curse you lot." He then walked away, "Next time I'll picture the Black Ring as you blokes! That'll make me fight harder!"

"Or they can kick yer ass!" Beard chided.

The group laughed as Ranald stumbled away.

Riverside

"The Paladins are marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah. The Paladins are marching one by one, hurrah! Hurrah!-" Ranald then dizzily stumbled next to the bank, falling on his rear as he chuckled, his face and nose red.

He reopened his flask, "Right! Here's one for a long life!" He said to no one in particular, bringing it up to his lips.

Ranald was just about to drink before he noticed a something float down the stream. He blinked, lowering the flask as he watched the delicate bundle slowly travel away.

The mercenary watched, his eyes following it as he saw another detail despite being intoxicated.

Movement.

There was something in it.

He slowly stood up, following it as his boots stomped on wet pebbles. The bundle was going a bit faster now as the water picked up, passing a few rocks as Ranald maintained his pace.

It was only when he saw the upcoming waterfall that his eyes widened, the bundle now beginning to pick up speed.

Even if it was a small chance that the bundle contained a baby, the former Paladin jumped in regardless. His cuirass and cloth getting soaked as the cold water made the alcohol in his body repent

"Ah Lucian's balls it's cold!" Ranald yelled out as the water pricked his skin.

His cuirass was heavy, but it allowed movements for his arms and legs. He waddled to the middle before grabbing the bundle by the hems, dragging it with him before placing it on shore.

The Human panted, liquid dripping off his armor as he shook his head, peering inside.

"Who in the right mind just leaves a-"

He then saw two inhuman purple eyes stare back at him as he flinched, blinking.

"-Baby?"

Ranald drew back a bit of the silk, revealing a tiny reptilian.

It was a Lizard baby. It's frame scrawny and scales as black as hematite. The hatchling stared up with it's striking purple eyes for a second before it's tiny toothed maw fawned with curiosity, trying to reach for Ranald's beard.

The Human looked around, trying to see if they're were any Lizards nearby that might have been looking for their child.

"Ranald! Where in did ya end up!?" Beard shouted.

The dwarf stepped out of the underbrush.

"Ah, there ya are! Why are you all wet? Did you fall into the riv-" The dwarf then paused, spotting the tiny Lizard. "What in Duna's name is that?!"

Ranald simply held up the bundle. "A Lizard."

Beard rushed over, "I can see that! Where the hell did it come from?"

The Human merely shrugged, "Dunno, fished the little runt out of the river. Would've fallen down the waterfall had I not caught him."

"What!? So yer telling me you just found him floating like a wee boat!? Where is it's parents?!"

Ranald shrugged, looking down at the hatchling as it looked back up at him.

"Rhalic be damned... Anyone who dumps their young like trash shouldn't be considered it's parent."

Beard paused before slowly nodding, "Aye... That be true in any case..."

The Human slowly hovered his glove over the hatchling, the Lizard making wrapping it's meagre claws around his digits. "Bloody hell... I've never seen a Lizard this small, you reckon they all start off like this?"

Beard let out a chuckle, "I haven't got the slightest clue."

Ranald smirked before noticing something glint within the bundle. He reached in, grabbing what appeared to be an amulet, the metal on it's surface bumpy and disfigured as he held it up to the sunlight.

"You ever seen anythin' like it?"

The dwarf inspected the amulet before shaking his head, "Nah... But know that ya mention it, aren't Lizardfolk supposed to be good at crafting? That amulet looks like it was made from molten junk."

Ranald shrugged, looking at his distorted reflection in the amulet before pocketing it.

"What do ya reckon we should do with the baby?" Beard asked as he looked at the Lizard, it's purple eyes looking towards the dwarf.

The Human paused before picking up the bundle, "I'd say we take him back to the camp. The little runt clearly isn't gonna survive on his own."

Beard sighed, "Aye, I knew you'd say that..."

"Well unless you got a better alternative I'd love to hear it Beard. B'sides-" Rhalic look down, inspecting the rows of tiny sharp teeth within the Lizards maw. "Rhalic is smiling, this little runt's got a mouth full of sharp teeth already. He's not a milk-drinker like any other race."

"Right, I s'pose that makes it-" The dwarf then paused, "Wait, how do ya know it's a he?"

Ranald paused.

30 years later

"Ha! You shoulda seen the look on his face!" The bandit said as he smiled with glee, wiping the blood of his blade as he opened the door to the carriage. A few dead merchants laid around the place, put down by the party of criminals. "Did he actually think we'd spare him when they were carrying all this shit around?"

His partner in crime merely grunted, grabbing a few jewels from a overturned chest.

"Just shut up and grab anythin' valuable."

The bandits were busy ransacking the carriage, the road now stained with blood as their leader stood atop the carriage, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Alright boys! Let's clear out, next carrivan's probably gonna be about a day or so. It'll be plenty of-"

"Oi!" A voice called out.

The party of five turned their heads to see a Lizard standing at the edge of the road, a falchion holstered on it's hip. His armor was leather and bits of scale, ruggedly put together as a bandolier hung across the Lizard's chest. Two purple eyes poked from the steel helmet as a chainmail mask covered it's features, a bit of space between the mail to allow the tip of it's maw to poke through. It's belt held a few grenades as well as a lasso of rope, a strange set of bolas by the creatures side.

"Which one of you blokes is Sly Pe-?" The Lizard then paused, putting a claw to his mask. "G-Give me a moment."

He then ran off to the roadside ditch, bending over as the Lizard vomited.

There was a pause as Pete jumped off the carriage, a confused look on all of their faces as they watched.

Nile then recovered, panting as he brushed a claw across his mouth.

"Right, which one of you blokes is Sly Pete?"

Sly Pete walked forward, a frown on his face.

"I am. Who the fuck are-?"

Nile simply responded by grabbing the bolas off his belt and throwing, the two ends spinning through the air as runes of thunder glowed to life on it's circular ends. It caught Pete, wrapping around his arms and chest before delivering a tremendous shock as the Leader yelled out, falling to the ground.

The other bandits watched with shock before drawing their weapons. Two of them wielded swords whilst the other two carried axes. The brigands turned their attention back to the Lizard.

"Easy there mates. I'm just after Pete. No need for a fight 'ere." The Lizard simply said.

They ignored the bounty hunters pleas, determination in their eyes.

Nile grunted, taking out his falchion.

"Right..."

He then moved forward, parrying the sword of the first bandit and knocking him on the head with the hilt. The second had attempted to swing an axe as the Lizard narrowly dodged to the right, swinging his falchion as he slashed the man's chest, the brigand falling face flat against the ground.

The swordsman brigand renewed himself as the other two charged forward, raising their blades as Nile reacted accordingly.

He delivered a swift kick into the closest brigand before raising his falchion to block an attack.

And then he suddenly felt sick, the last night catching up to the Lizard as his hangover reaped his body, giving him a headache as the sound of swords clashing made him feel dizzy.

"Ah bleedin' hell-"

The other bandit that had been parried came up from behind and swung, clipping the Lizards shoulder as Nile yelled out in pain.

"Gah! You stupid fuckin'-!" Nile cut himself off, angry at himself for his sloppiness and at the sword wielding culprit. He turned and swung a left hook with his claw, catching the brigand in the face as the sickening sound of a crack was heard. The man fell backwards, sword flying out of his grasp as he spat out his teeth along with a mouth full of blood.

Nile didn't have time to feel satisfaction as the remaining two went in for the kill, readying their weapons.

So he decided to hit two birds with one stone.

He placed a claw on one of his canisters before tossing it, looking away at the last second. The Razzle Dazzle grenade exploded into a glorious light, blinding the two brigands as he grabbed the handle of his falchion with both claws before swivelling his body to the right.

The swinging blade eviscerated the sword wielding bandit and decapitated the axe wielder.

They both fell to the side, one of them forming a puddle of blood from where his head used to be.

Nile let out a sigh of relief, slowly putting his blade away as his shoulder burned with a bit of pain. The surviving brigand groaning as he lied down, a hand over his jaw.

The Lizard simply chose to ignore him, steadily walking up to Sly Pete as the leader lied motionless.

"Alright Pete. Time to g-"

And then Nile realized.

A bit of smoke was coming out of the Human's ears as his eyes stared upwards, a bit of his facial skin charred. The Lizard's eyes widened, placing two sharp digits on the man's neck.

He was dead.

Nile paused, remembering that the runes he had used were still medium, not small, something that had crossed his mind from last night's drink off and hunt. He had essentially just killed his target by shocking the man to death.

He quickly grabbed the scroll from his bandolier, opening the paper up as his worst fear came to life.

Sly Pete: Wanted Alive

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

Later

The Lizard proceeded back to town, dragging the body behind him as his walk of shame continued on.

Yet despite the undesirable outcome thanks to Nile. Business was generally good.

With the war against the Voidwoken in full effect, caravans were starting up again, as were the bandits that stalked them. His job was much like a rat catcher at this point, yet it was good money and easy to pull off for one of his caliber.

He passed a hill before he reached the hamlet, a big tavern placed in the middle of small village. Nile walked towards the gate house as a few guards met him, staring at the burnt corpse behind him.

"'Ello Nile,-" A guard said as he gestured to the body, "Who's the unlucky bastard this time?"

"We're both unlucky bastards 'ere... I was supposed to bring him in alive." He then gestured to the body, "Too much electricity on my rune bolas. Fried Pete's brains inside out like a Sourcerer on Drudanae."

The guard peered at him, a sympathetic look on his face. "Damn... Well you have my sorrys."

"Thanks..." Nile murmured, walking past the guard and into the town.

Tavern

After he had turned in Sly Pete's body and received half of the gold bounty as well as an angered scowling from the headsman, the Lizard proceeded to the Tavern. A few drunk men already passed out on the balcony as he opened the door, it seemed as if a bar fight had broken out as the sound of commotion and breaking chairs could be heard.

A waitress holding a tray of beers came up next to Nile, "Ugh, you'd think it'd be night time until another fight started."

The Lizard chuckled, "At least that shows that the patrons are drinking up. You should be happy."

"Easy for you to say. You know how hard it is to wipe blood and beer off a wooden board? I's not easy I tell ya-"

"Anna!" A voice yelled from the bar. "Table 5's runnin' dry!"

"Roight! I'll be right there!" She turned her head back to Nile, "Well i's been good talkin' to ya. Stick to the right by the way, a few other patrons got smacked for gettin' too close. So don't start any trouble."

The Lizard grinned, his maw curving the chains on his mask. "Ah, I'll be like a lil' Divine Anna. Just you see."

She casted him a suspicious glance before continueing on his way.

The Lizard chuckled as he went to the bar, a dwarf operating it stood behind an elevated bench.

He casually cleaned a mug despite the giant brawl that was happening to the left as Nile pulled out a stool before taking a seat, the dwarf turning his head to the Lizard.

"So how did it go?"

"Like steamed Orc shit. I forgot to change the bolas from that Voidwoken hunt last night. Outright killed Pete in a matter of seconds."

Beard shook his head, "I taught you to be careful with those."

"Oi, I was drunk alright!" The Lizard then paused, "Speakin' of drunk. You mind giving me a drop of ale? I'm parched."

"... Fine." Beard said as he grasped onto a jug and placed it on the countertop, "But only one pint. Yer already in deep water as is."

The Lizard raised the jug, "You can thank my old man for that." He then ducked, a bottle whizzing past his head. "And today..." Another bottle smashed against his shoulder, prompting the Lizard to push off his seat. "One moment.-" He turned his head to the brawl, "Right! Which one of you fucks threw that!?"

Two drunkards, one of them holding an array of bottles as the other was in the process of throwing one of said bottles. The glass went whizzing through the air, straight towards Nile's face.

His claw shot out, snatching the bottle from the air effortlessly before holding it to his side.

Nile turned his head to Beard, "I'll try to keep the damage minimum."

"Ay, you do that."

Nile's Room

The Lizard huffed as he opened the door, the bar now quiet after he had put an end to the brawl.

Not exactly his best moment, but it was a moment nonetheless. He stretched, passing his arsenal of hanging weapons and other pleasantries before turning to the bed, taking off his armor and clothing in the process.

He slept bare scaled, letting his tail hang off the bedside as he took a sip from his bedside flask of whiskey.

He was about to go to sleep before he felt his gaze wander, his purple eyes staring at the window as the moon shone brightly. It was a full moon tonight, thus explaining the radiance.

Nile then reached for the undershirt of his armor, producing the amulet that his adoptive father had found next to him when Nile was a hatchling. The metal, although melted and ugly, somehow never rusted after all those years.

He paused before shaking his head, turning away on his bed and putting his amulet down to close his eyes, sleep quickly coming to him.

The metal on the amulet began to stir.

Unknown Location

He was in a desert of some sort, sand blowing all around him as his eyes stung, forcing him to hold an arm in front of his face. His movements felt blurry and sluggish, his claws sinking into the sand below him.

"Hello!?" He felt himself yell out, not exactly where he was or how he got here.

And then the sand storm stopped, darkness now closing in around him.

"Ah shi-"

He was enveloped, unable to even see his own hands. He attempted to gain his bearings only to trip on something, his hands clawing at the dirt.

And then a slithering could be heard, getting closer and closer.

He may have not have known what was going on, but one thing was for certain.

Something was definitely following him, something terrifying.

So he pushed forward, deciding not to look back in the hungering darkness.

Time drifted, before long he could feel the resistance fade to nothingness, the darkness bending away into a different scene. He was at a temple of some sort, the structure shrouded by sand and neglect. He walked up to the base of the steps, inspecting the colossal structure.

"So..." A voice said, methodic and serious. "We meet at last."

He immediately swiveled his head to the voice before noticing a lizard sitting on the steps, a shroud of robes covering his form.

Nile paused before he narrowed his gaze, "What do you mean made it? Who the hell are you?"

The Lizard stood up from his seated position before relinquishing his hood, black scales and dark black eyes stared at him as reddish frills adorned the Lizard's head. Nile immediately noticed the similarities in color that their scales shared, something he was deeply disturbed by.

"My... You are an absolute disgrace." The Lizard said, his tone condescending. "Tell me. If you weren't drunk on cheap alcohol, would you have easily fought off those simple minded bandits?" The Lizard then shook his head, "Oh, forgive me. That is a rhetorical question. Of course you wouldn't know..."

Nile gritted his sharp teeth, walking up to the figure with his fists balled. "Now hold on a fucking minute-"

The Lizard immediately swept a leg beneath Nile, the bounty hunter grunting in surprise as he fell face flat into the sand. The familiar Lizard scoffed, crossing his arms against his chest.

"And you are easily downed with a simple technique... Oh how our family has fallen, and yet it falls into your claws. I wished and prayed to Zorl-Stissa that it would never come to this... But desperate times calls for desperate measures."

Nile spat out some sand, glaring up. "Great. And here I thought real life was full of enough twats. Never thought my dreams would now contain tossers like you."

The Lizard seemed to roll his eyes, "While I would find your attempts to exploit a reaction admirable. We really do not have a lot of time. All I can tell you is how to proceed once you awake." The Lizard then stooped down, face to face with Nile. "Go downstairs and protect the noble scholar. He'll offer you passage into the Ancient Empire."

Nile blinked, "What?"

And then he woke up.

Nile's Room

The Lizard's eyes shot open as he gasped out, sitting up from his bed as he panted wildly. That was some dream, possibly the most bizarre he ever had. He looked around before noticing that his mouth felt dry.

He ran a digit along his maw before holding it in front of him, bits of sand on the black scales.

"No fuckin' way-"

Tavern

As soon as Nile had put on his normal coat and pants, he proceeded downstairs where Beard was loading another keg.

"You're up, a bit late though. You still hungover from yesterday?"

Nile shook his head as he pulled out a stool, "Maybe. I just had this dream and I think I might be going lil' crazy..."

The dwarf snorted, "If you wanna talk about crazy, you should see that Lizard that just came in. Dressed up all fancy pantsy too."

The bounty hunter's eyes widened before he heard a voice speak out from one of the tables, elderly yet posh sounding.

"As a personnel guard, I can guarantee you will not go hungry, and I can provide a living space for life if you would choose to accept."

Nile turned his head to see a Lizard adorned with fine gold silk standing next to a table full of mercenaries. The cutthroat types of mercenaries that he stayed far away from, and here was a Lizard noble, attempting to talk to them."

"I-I gotta go." Nile muttered as he pushed away from the stool, Beard looking up with surprise.

"Ya don't want anythin' ta drink?"

The bounty hunter stood next to one of the other tables, watching carefully as the exchange took place. He recognized the rival mercenary group and immediately remembered their leader, Mongrel. A giant brute of a Human he really didn't get along with.

"If you any of you would just sign here.-"

Mongrel immediately sat up, "Alright, let me just stop you there. First off-" He gestured to his men, "No one here wants to be your slave. Drill that into your head you scaly fuck."

The Lizard seemed offended, "Why I never-"

"-And second off, go back to whatever desert hole you came out of. We don't take kindly to blue bloods around here." The Human said threateningly as his comrades seemingly began push out their chairs.

The old noble immediately gulped, holding up the parchment in front of him in hopes that it would seemingly protect him.

Nile stepped in, putting himself between the noble and the mercenary.

"Mongrel, back off. Anna told me that she's tired of cleaning blood stains off the floorboards."

The Human turned away from the noble before smiling. "Aww is she now? You should teach that little whore to keep her mouth shut."

Nile simply shrugged, "Alright, fine then." He then glared, "But only after I tell her how hard I kicked your ass in."

That seemed to get Mongrel angry.

"Think your funny do ya!?"

Mongrel swung a fist as Nile predicted the move, narrowly moving his head at the last second before grasping onto the Humans neck. Mongrel gagged in surprise before Nile lifted, choke slamming the Human into the table as wood splinters were sent everywhere.

The rest of Mongrels group watched their leader, now completely comatose, before reaching for their weapons.

"Oi! Wazzocks! Read the rules!" Beard yelled from the back of the bar, holding his dwarven crossbow within his hands. "Fisticuffs only, no drawing swords on patrons! Now get the hell out!"

The group looked at Beard before deciding that none of them wanted to get shot, two of the mercenaries picking up Mongrel as he groaned, leaving Nile with the noble as the Lizard bowed.

"Thank you Kin. Even I must admit, that situation was slipping beyond my control." The noble raised his head, "My name is Dalhern. I am-"

"Looking for a bodyguard, I overheard ya." Nile muttered, trying to ignore the fact that he also knew it way beforehand due to the dream. "Name's Nile. What's wrong with the bodyguards back in the Empire that made ya go to a place like this?"

Dalhern gave a sheepish look, "Well... You see, it's quite embarrassing."

"Try me." Nile simply said.

The noble leaned in close to whisper, "I don't believe the guards for hire back in the empire are capable at all. All of them are too-"

"Spoilt?" The bounty hunter asked.

"... I was going to say posh but I suppose that works..." Dalhern's features brightened, "But of all places, I did not expect to find Kin here. Are you... Ahem, I don't mean this rudely, but are you an exile? From the Ancient Empire?"

Nile paused, "Well... I ain't technically an exile and I ain't from the Ancient Empire either." He then sighed, "I's a long story."

Dalhern nodded with understanding before looking at the remains of the shattered table, an idea seemingly coming to the scholar's mind.

"Sir Nile... You valiantly came to my defence, just what I need in a bodyguard." Dalhern ripped the contract in two, extending a claw. "Perhaps I can just hire you instead and pay for your services. You seem quite capable from what I just saw. And I believe bringing you along will be the perfect conclusion from my return visit from Arx."

Nile paused, the words from his dream came to mind.

"He'll offer you passage into the Ancient Empire."

The fact that there was sand on his maw this morning and that the noble appeared as said showed that it there was something mystical at the works.

Whoever had spoken to him knew something about his true origin.

"Alright, guvnor." Nile accepted the deal, "I'll come with ya. I's not everyday I even get to travel with Kin anyways."

"Splendid!" Dalhern said, "I shall wait right here for you to get yourself ready."

Nile's Room

As soon as he entered, Nile grabbed his armor and weapons, placing the scale and leather armor on carefully whilst putting on his claw and leg straps. He placed his falchion on his waist and placed a grenade on every conceivable space of his bandolier. He went to his small arsenal of weapons, grabbing a trio of small blades to add to his bandolier and placing a hidden holder behind his digitigrade claws.

He then reached out for his satchel, the bag containing necessities such as gold, toiletries, and repair kits for his weapons and armor.

The Lizard also grabbed his amulet.

Nile took it in his hands, staring down at the jewelry, a distorted reflection of himself showing on the ugly metal. The Lizard huffed, before pocketing the amulet as he grabbed hold of his steel and mail helmet.

There was another thing he would take with him.

The Lizard came up to his bed, stooping lowly as he reached a claw beneath it. He then pulled out a chest, blowing the dust off it as he opened it up.

Old Paladin leaflets and purity seals could be seen inside it, former possession his dead and gone father figure.

He brushed away some of the heirlooms before pausing, reaching in to grab the item.

A clink was heard as he held onto the flail, tough iron chains holding a morning star at the end of the weapon. Fails were practically unheard of, even within the Paladin order due to how impractical sounding it was.

Crudely carved into the handle was a simple word.

Retirement

A very sick joke, but it was Ranald's weapon of choice. With it being equally dangerous to it's user as much as it's foe.

However in the right hands, it became unstoppable.

Nile took the flail, placing it in his bag.

He was about to leave before noticing his flask next to his bedside, containing whiskey from yesterday. The Lizard paused, looking at it before shaking his head, walking out the door.

A few moments passed.

Nile reentered his room, grabbing the flask.

Tavern

"-And it was there that I recorded a tribe of water orcs. Savage creatures, but enlightening to watch them go about their day to day business."

Beard nodded, cleaning a jug as Dalhern told of his travels.

"So anyways, if you do not mind me asking... Beard was it? Where does Nile hail from?"

"Nile? Why don't you ask him yerself?"

"Oh well, you see... He told me it was a long story." Dalhern then looked to the side, "I must admit, I don't think I've ever heard a Kin with an accent like that."

"Ay. Probably because I helped raise him."

Dalhern blinked, "Y-You did?"

Beard shook his head, continuing on with his cleaning "Not just me. There was a group of us mercenaries that found him when he was a wee hatchling. Like I said, I helped... But it was Ranald, a Human, that adopted Nile as his own."

"Incredible..." Dalhern said in thought, he would have to write this down. A new story to add to his memoirs. "And where is this Ranald?"

"He's dead." Nile spoke from behind Dalhern, startling the noble as the armored Lizard leaned on the counter. "Lock up my place Beard. And tell Anna I said goodbye, I'll be gone for a while."

Beard paused, leaning in close to whisper. "So yer really doin' this? I thought ya once said that you'll never go to the Empire."

Nile, for a split second was at a loss for words. He did remember saying that one night, but now...

"Beard..." He paused, before looking up "They're so many questions that I'll never get answers to. And that's the truth. But if I do this, I'll at least get two of the most important answers of my life." He then sighed, "Who were my parents? ... And why did they abandoned me?"

The dwarf sighed, "Alright then, if yer goin' through with this then..." The Dwarf jumped off the bar, opening up a hidden cask before breaking the top off, taking out one last weapon as Nile's eyes widened.

Beard's crossbow.

"Take my old crossbow with ya, it'll do ya good."

"Beard I-... I can't accept this."

The dwarf shook his head, walking up next to Nile. "Of course ya can. It's been gatherin' dust for too long after I got that newer one. It'll be better in yer claws then mine."

Nile paused before nodding, taking the crossbow and placing it on his back. He then leaned down, giving his uncle figure a hug.

"Bless ya Beard..."

Beard nodded, a smile beneath his beard as Nile separated. The dwarf wiped his eye's and Nile could have sworn he saw a tear.

"Now get yer arse going! The Ancient Empire is gonna be a mess if yer not careful!"

"C'mon, how long have we known each other." Nile grinned, "Last time I checked, I was the dangerous mess."

"Ay, that you still are." Beard said with a laugh. "Show 'em what yer made of out there!"

Nile turned, giving a wave before turning his head to Dalhern, the scholar flabbergasted by the exchange.

"Right, Guvnor. Shall we get goin'?"

He was going to figure out his true origin.

And nothing was going to stop him.

And that's the first chapter. I like writing OC's, especially this one. Whenever I write him, I just like to think of Robin Atkin Downes voice from Saints Row.

In the next chapter, Nile arrives to the Empire and figures out a... Complication with the contract.