skylanderwishes Mod: So I had this idea in my head and it wouldn’t leave me alone. STORY TIME. This is just a fan-story to go with the fanart I drew, it is in NO WAY canon at all.
Basically the story is an illustration into what an egotistical little shit Reave is, and how little Asiirha cares for his bullshit. It takes time before Kurosia’s Fall, and Asiirha is a human because the Arkeyans won’t make deals with the dragons while they’re in dragon form or something.
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Reave couldn’t believe his luck. Not only had his time travel spell worked, he’d also managed to gain an audience with the Arkeyan Emperor himself!! All he had to do now was secure a strong alliance with the Emperor, and he would be set for life. In the present time for himself, he would be richer than the king of thieves, with insurmountable power at his fingertips. He would—
Something large brushed past him. Reave’s normally confident stride halted awkwardly, and he caught himself before spilling forward onto his face. Anger welled up in him, and once he’d collected himself and assured his ego that his wardrobe and hair were all in place, he approached the figure who had so rudely bumped into him.
“Excuse me, sir,” he snapped, jabbing the other man’s back with two fingers. He winced inwardly when he felt hard leather underneath, and wasn’t surprised when the other person didn’t stop; they probably hadn’t felt the prodding at all. With a huff, Reave doubled his step until he was standing directly in front of the tall figure. “Do you realize who you just bumped into?!”
Reave was shocked to find himself staring up into the hard, unfeeling gaze of another man. The long black hair had tricked him briefly into thinking he was possibly addressing one of the tall Arkeyan women; but instead, he found himself glaring up into the very masculine face of another human male. Another glance told him that maybe this one wasn’t so human after all.
What man stood at almost seven feet in height? What man could sport pointed ears? And what man of his dark skin complexion could have such virulent green eyes? Reave huffed in consternation at being proven wrong at every assumption, and folded his arms across his chest.
"Well? I’m waiting!”
“…waiting for what, if I may ask?” the other man asked. His voice instantly reminded Reave of the distant snarls of thunder of a storm approaching; deep and smooth, it’s echos promising something louder and possibly violent. Even still there was an undercurrent of something…other about him, and his senses told him that this older male humanoid was a being made entirely of evil.
“An…an apology, of course,” Reave said, stammering and having to find his voice again. Once the presence of the man began to sink in, he felt his confidence waiver, but he didn’t let it flag. He puffed out his chest and pulled a haughty pose, thrusting his chin out at the man. “For so rudely bumping into me on my way to have an audience with the Emperor.”
“Funny,” the other man said. He scratched at his chin idly, clearly not bothered by Reave’s presence at all, which infuriated him all the more. “I seem to recall my audience with the Emperor was going to take up the entire day.”
“What?!” Reave blurted out, throwing one arm out in fury. “Cleary you’re mistaken, you giant dolt! I am to speak with His Imperial Majesty right this moment, and was told so by his steward!”
"The little blue elf with the patch over his eye? Hanging out around the eastern gates?”
“Y…yes. How did you know?”
“Asked for a silver piece so he could send the message along without delay?”
“…how on all of Skylands did you kn—”
“You’ve been tricked, lad,” the man said, curling a lip. Reave jumped when he saw black teeth in the man’s mouth, recoiling in a mixture of disgust and shock. “And for all that, you’ll be kicked out of the palace now. I had hoped to warn you the guards have been tailing you since your ridiculous entrance, but you ignored me each time I called for you.”
“Th…this…no, you’re wrong,” Reave said, curling his lip in a scowl right back at the man. “My father is a Portal Master in control of VAST amounts of pure evil!! I am—”
The man snorted as he shouldered past him and continued walking down the long hallway. Reave gaped after him in shock as the aforementioned guards grabbed him by the shoulders and arm, and the tall, green eyed man glanced back at him.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?”
Weirdlanders 