“Where does the Enforcement Coalition fit into your plans?” Faceless removed his boots. He placed his feet on the corner of his desk and asked, “Why do you suppose I have chosen Strat? I have found my replacement. This will free me to pursue the organization's interests without having to run the day-to-day affairs.” “The boy is only ten years old,” Tooth argued. “You know next to nothing about Strat. He has no formal education. His life has been tormenting and wild. He survived three years on the streets of Jorron – a feat never accomplished – but that does not make him leadership material. What makes you believe he’ll make a good leader?” “How many times must I tell you the same thing before you stop asking the same questions. No matter how you word them, they amount to the same thing. I know you have doubts, and that is okay. What I will not accept is the constant interrogation when you are not satisfied with my answers.” “I worry over the future of the coalition,” Two-tooth stated. “Meaning?” Faceless demanded, his voice a silky whisper. Faceless never moved a muscle, but Two-tooth could swear the man was ready to spring across the desk and kill him. Faceless had never been this way in the past. Something else was at play here. He needed to figure out what before life was lost. Notably, his own. “Just because I abdicated the leadership to you does not mean I stopped worrying about the Enforcement Coalition, Faceless. Politics are dangerous for our members. Killing and stealing are straightforward affairs: politics are not.” “Facetiousness? Assassinations and thefts are contracted, planned, conducted, and concluded by flawless execution. Politics are no different in that regard. Your age is beginning to show, old friend.”
“Where does the Enforcement Coalition fit into your plans?” Faceless removed his boots. He placed his feet on the corner of his desk and asked, “Why do you suppose I have chosen Strat? I have found my replacement. This will free me to pursue the organization's interests without having to run the day-to-day affairs.” “The boy is only ten years old,” Tooth argued. “You know next to nothing about Strat. He has no formal education. His life has been tormenting and wild. He survived three years on the streets of Jorron – a feat never accomplished – but that does not make him leadership material. What makes you believe he’ll make a good leader?” “How many times must I tell you the same thing before you stop asking the same questions. No matter how you word them, they amount to the same thing. I know you have doubts, and that is okay. What I will not accept is the constant interrogation when you are not satisfied with my answers.” “I worry over the future of the coalition,” Two-tooth stated. “Meaning?” Faceless demanded, his voice a silky whisper. Faceless never moved a muscle, but Two-tooth could swear the man was ready to spring across the desk and kill him. Faceless had never been this way in the past. Something else was at play here. He needed to figure out what before life was lost. Notably, his own. “Just because I abdicated the leadership to you does not mean I stopped worrying about the Enforcement Coalition, Faceless. Politics are dangerous for our members. Killing and stealing are straightforward affairs: politics are not.” “Facetiousness? Assassinations and thefts are contracted, planned, conducted, and concluded by flawless execution. Politics are no different in that regard. Your age is beginning to show, old friend.”
Strat and Challenger have now coalesced, becoming the first Compulsed, transforming to become a new race. The pair were able to place restrictions on the Compulsion, ensuring the new races, born when they traveled to Obklavihn, would have a future beyond enslavement.Six weeks passed while the pair healed while in stasis. King Daros, incensed by the delay, commanded his guards to kill Strat/Challenger and Riam. The guards were murdered by the Compulsed pair when they attempted to murder them. The threat to their lives brought them from the stasis.Three kingdoms will vie for the Compulsed once Strat/Challenger enslaves them using Nyst and Ryx. Unbeknownst to them all, a mysterious man will have them warring against each other. And should the Compulsed not be stopped; it could mean the end of the world.
Strat, a young artist turned thief, flees Jorron pursued by an infamous assassin and an Insane member of the National Council. He must locate Jesfel - A warlock from Seedy Acres - hiring him to perform a transmogrification which he might not survive. He must then travel to Morganthane, placing himself in the hands of the most feared man in the world. There he must coalesce with Challenger - A young Har'tar - who witnesses the death of his parents by at the hands of Riam before he and Strat merge into a single body. The coalesced pair must pit their wills against Riam while he places an insidious compulsion into them while they are transforming. Can the pair, suffering unimaginable pain in the process, change the spell that will forever keep them Compulsed, or will Riam prevail, sending the world in chaos never before imagined?
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