Nyxx sat back in the chair in his study, exhausted from all the projects he had volunteered for. Although they did come with their perks, they did take their toll. He was in charge of; the road leading out of Whitecrest, the destruction of a fortress up further north from the Whitecrest settlement, the construction of a few buildings in Whitecrest, as well as the construction of some of the gods temples to the south. And that was only what he had going on in Whitecrest. Due to the creation of Amoozon Corp. Nyxx's reputation as a salesman had gone through the roof, If he wasn't building, he was out delivering items he had stolen from others in exchange for some coin. Although it was all for the singular purpose of the invasion.
A few weeks ago, Nyxx declared war upon many high ruling cities, and villages. His letter at first was regarded extreme malice by those who thought themselves strong enough to withstand any attack made by the unknown man, but it was later regarded as nothing more than a prank. Although it was in truth, merely a part of Nyxx's plot. His plan was to figure out his enemy, since he was new to this country, that entitled everyone. The next few weeks he set up minor informants, as well as bringing up his reputation. While in the background he prepared for his assault. Over the course of two and a half weeks he had gathered a ship-builder for his attacking force, a highly-enchanted bow made from his friend Tynan, multiple sets of armor gathered by his own hands, or off the bodies of his foes, and given as a blessing by his god Cavilon. He also stored a multitude of potions, traps, spawners, etc. "a few more weeks, and everything would be ready" he said to himself as he crossed off items from his list.
Items were not the only thing that he had on his list, for his plan to work he also needed the numbers of men. This included informants, spies, renegades, even corrupt soldiers bought to Nyxx's side in his plans. The plans were coming along quite nicely Nyxx thought to himself as he looked out of his study window as the ship-mason continued to work on his fleet of ships. Another Item Nyxx kept locked up was eating away at his mind. He would use it if necessary, but only as a last resort. The Item was a horn of the legion, Given to him by a monster of lesh's guidance.
"Only time will tell if I become another terror of this country, or it's ruler" he thought to himself as he fell asleep that night, the horn silently calling to him in his dreams.