Darkest Dominion

Gaia is lost. The world as it was once known no longer exists. Through eldritch means you have banished the will of the gods from this plane and by iron fist you have cast low the kings and queens of man. No champion still stands to play the hero - Any that would defy you are either in chains or have fled with the wind, scattered into exile or **** to carry out meaningless acts of resistance in secret. In short: You are victorious. Your citadel reaches to the heights of the sky and takes its roots to the deepest caverns of the earth. The shadow of your dominion spreads as far as all horizons and your name is whispered in absolute terror.

Life, as far as your existence can still be considered that, should be good. Yet here you are, brooding over paperwork. Tax reforms, trade routes, upcoming audiences by meaningless mortals squabbling for your favor. This is the burden of the throne, you realise, musing how you have become just another monarch, if a bit more on the spiky side, and with a touch of potent black magic. You will have to work out the intricacies of your new position in time. You won't be able to just smite everyone and be done with it if you don't want to end up running everything yourself.

To the north you will have to contend with the dragons, the old dwarf holds and the tribes and beasts of the mountains. It's a triangle of **** up there. Keeping the balance might be tricky, but the payoff is worth it. Then again, allowing one of these three factions to come out on top would make your work a lot easier.

In the heartland the old conflict between mortal and fae has not subsided. Previous weaker regents have chosen not to interfere, but you are a literal incarnation of "meddling" in arcane affairs. You will have to put these troubled minds at ease. By careful manipulation, or relentless ****.

To the west? The coast where the seafarers and the denizens of the deep are endlessly embattled over control of the waves. You will have to satisfy these parties somehow, if you wish your reign to continue. The sea lanes are integral to the realm's stability. Other lands may be less significant, but their uprising will be tangible if supplies and trade stop coming.

The south is home to the greats deserts and wastes and beyond that the jungles of your oldest enemies. Both the dunes and the jungles of the lizardfolk are peaceful these days. Your old foes have accepted their fate and submitted long before others saw the signs of their defeat. You have rewarded them with relative peace. But peace breeds complacency. These lands are impoverished and need a firm guiding hand.

And the east...You came from here, the great nowhere of the marshes and maddening hills and burrows. A lot of old allies and acquaintances still reside here. Necromantic cabals, demon cults. Horrors that will never have to hunger again - Thanks to you. Now what to do with these old terrors? It won't be easy, if you want to integrate them into your new order. But it might set a questionable precedent, if you just dispose of them, now that you no longer need them.

You. Great Tyrant, of power unending. You turn away from the bureaucracy for a while and close the ephemeral shine of your eyes. You think back to who you were and more importantly: Who you have become.