[!]Declare yourself king[!]

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This chapter will reflect your choices up till now. For the moment only declaring yourself king without earning the privilege is finished. The others will be added as they are finished. If you don't see anything it's because you're no reading in game mode and the default story isn't done.

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You didn't feel the need to prove your worth to the tribe, you were after all the son of the old chief and a hobgoblin, you earned the right to be chief when you were born superior to them. If your brother, your sister or anyone else objected to it, you could take them on a fight.

You take advantage of the latest gathering and walk to the throne with an audience, it has been gathering dust since your father left. Even your mother was attending, sitting on a corner and shaking like a scared rabbit, your brother was close to her trying to keep her calm, she keeps glancing at your sister like always. None of them are watching as you approach the throne of your father and loudly announce yourself.

“I am Gyntaf, son of Arnall, from this day I follow on my father's footsteps not as your chief, I am your king!” Quiet objections ruffled among the men but no one dared speak up. You could hear he whispers among your men, some of them said you weren't even a man, as they gattered the courage to raise their voice you could hear some saying even a woman like Phara had proved to be a better leader, and when someone brought up how your brother had to go easy on you, showing his power, and how he had the favor of chief Phara, elder Nyla and your mother, everyone started rallying behind him. Your mother's favor... you looked at the pendant in your brother's posession, your mother's pendant. Elder Thaid was onto something about Nyla, she had influenced the men into considering the opinions of women to have value, even calling her an elder. “You will follow me or I will crush all of you!” You said turning your Spellbody at maximum, lighting the cave in a faint red tint.

“You won't be king!” Nyla had stepped up, “There won't be another Arnall in power.”

“And you’re going to stop me, old hag? Or my sister? My brother?” You laugh as you make your point, none of them have the power, or the balls in your brother’s case, to stop you. “None of you can beat me.”

Everyone in the room stands up, staring united against you. Oh… You kind of missed that option. With your brother Ail at the front they all charge you, it’s not much of a fight, individually you might have been stronger than all of them, but united against you you don’t stand a chance.

You hear the sound of rustling metal being dragged on the floor, the men open the way for Nyla carrying chains, the chains that had held your mother before you where born. She had them at hand, she planned for this, prepared to take you down. You’re thinking about how she had betrayed you when you feel the iron cuff locking on your neck.

Ail walks casually to the throne, your throne, and he sits on it. He gives a speech about changing the tribe, being better and striving for prosperity, he holds you mother’s pendant as he says that, you can see her smiling with tears in her eyes. You scan the room watching at everyone’s reaction, the goblins are clapping, Nyla looks proud, your sister is blushing and happy, he might have said something about her you failed to hear, even the goblinettes seem to be on his side, of course they follow the leader, whoever he is.

You pay a little more attention to him when you realize he’s talking about you. “—but I am not weak, you are a danger to us and to the world, so you will be kept as your potential victims would have been. May you learn what our old culture feels like on your own flesh.”

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