Role

Chapter 2

Well the Emperor is deceased, the council is all but absent, and the valiant
imperial veterans have all but perished. While eager to continue to ascend
the imperial ranks, the barriers of worthless bureaucratic thieves and
hapless fighters standing in his way is starting to grow tiresome and
annoying. As Mrreagle's infamy grows across Thera with his imperial standing
remaining stagnant, his desire to see his own vision of an orderly society
under his firm and fluffy paw fills his little kitty brain with ever
increasing intensity and burning passion. The thought has began to creep into
his mind.. is this empty, worthless imperial bureaucracy truly the path to
seeing this vision to fruition? Tamazin, the ded birb brain of the Spire
surely will become a pitch ded birb soon, and gain control of the spire as
Provost over the idiot cow that is doing his best to drag the Spire down
(very familiar to the Imperial situation). Why must we all be governed by
hapless fools? When the birb takes over the Spire, and Mrreagle the Empire, a
strong political alignment will bring all of Thera governed with a firm
ironclad paw, with the new arm of the Empire aiding in governing authority
over the four major cities: the Spire sect (Perhaps the Order sect, Mrreagle
will have to work on this). Until these plans come to fruition, there is
only so much patience even a good kit like Mrreagle is capable of, and he now
plays with the idea of once again destroying his master in search of access
to higher powers. Perhaps somewhere out beyond this seemingly worthless
current Empire, there is power more readily attainable for his goals...