The Lost Parchament of Stelmani

Stelmani…

The Notorious King of the Mindoros.
He was the man none liked. He was the man everyone feared.
Respect or fear, it didn’t matter for Stelmani. He did what he always wanted, and there was no way he cared about the consequences. He was a fat and short King, yet short-tempered, and none really wanted to anger Stelmani. Compared to other Kings of the North who were physically in shape and had raw physical strength, Stelmani was alcoholic, and with his beer belly, he had an obsession with elven females. It is unnecessary to mention that elves still get panic attacks after hearing the name ‘Stelmani.’

Stelmani was grotesque. Stelmani was hotheaded. He didn’t give a f*ck about a raw power. His second in command, Trevas, the 7-foot-tall, loyal General of Mindoros, trained in swordsmanship and wrestling his all life; he was still walking on eggshells when he was in the same room with Stelmani. Trevas saw nightmares of his boss, the 5’2 tall, fat, and alcoholic King who never thought a second what was on his mind.

Even the sociopathic leader of the Goblins of the North, who had a ruthless reputation, was disgusted by Stelmani’s offers to raid elven realms for gold. Either it was the aura of demise Stelmani brought with him on the secret negotiation at the Goblins Royal Court, or just the Goblin King’s greediness, or both, needless to say, which way the negotiation went. If Stelmani didn’t get what he wanted, he made a heck of sure he would get what he wanted sooner or later.

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