Recent content by Damian M. LeBlanc

The weight of his own mind was becoming unbearable. Damian had ruled for decades. He had waged wars, crushed enemies, and built Darkholme into the formidable empire it was today. He had mastered the art of restraint, of cold calculation. Yet, as the war against the Abhartach loomed ever closer...

The nights grew longer. Damian found himself pacing the halls of his fortress more often than sitting upon his throne. Sleep eluded him. When it came, it was brief and violent—filled with visions of war, of blood running in rivers, of Marcus Aumont’s throat crushed between his fingers. He would...

The next weeks passed in a blur of preparation. Darkholme stirred with purpose, its cities humming with the relentless march of industry and war. The forges burned bright, crafting weapons meant to carve through flesh and bone. The training grounds echoed with the cries of fresh recruits...

Damian sat upon his blackened throne, his fingers lightly drumming against the armrest. The reports had been coming in steadily, painting a picture of growing unrest. The Night Court was moving. Marcus Aumont was preparing for something—whether it was war or mere posturing, Damian would not wait...

From the Desk of Damian Matthias Leblanc, King of the Demons, Lord of Darkholme To Harrul Ulfbitten, King of Eirelunn, Lord of the Isles Cabal King Harrul, Your message is received in the spirit of promise and foresight, and I am pleased to hear that the decree has already been put into...

From the Desk of Damian Matthias Leblanc, King of the Demons, Lord of Darkholme To Harrul Ulfbitten, King of Eirelunn, Lord of the Isles Cabal King Harrul, Your response is as eloquent as it is shrewd. I welcome your deliberations and the steps toward cooperation that your letter...

Damian studied the six individuals before him, each a representative of a different race within his empire. They had been chosen not only for their skills but for their potential to strike fear and sow discord among their enemies. His gaze lingered on each one in turn, contemplating their roles...

From the Desk of Damian Matthias Leblanc, King of the Demons, Lord of Darkholme To Harrul Ulfbitten, King of Eirelunn, Pureblood Abhartach My esteemed King Harrul, Your reply has reached my hands with the weight of wisdom and foresight, as I anticipated it would. It is clear to me that...

From the Desk of Damian Matthias Leblanc, King of the Demons, Lord of Darkholme To Harrul Ulfbitten, King of Eirelunn, Pureblood Abhartach My esteemed King Harrul, The realms of darkness have always been fraught with shifting alliances and intricate webs of power. It is within this...

Damian reclined into his throne, a large black and garish thing, one leg thrown over the other in a dignified manner. His hands were lightly clasped in his lap and a neutral smile on his face. The moonlight outside filtered in through the glass ceiling, illuminating his porcelain skin and...

Full Name: Damian Matthias LeBlanc Name: Damian, Matthias Surname(s): LeBlanc Age: Two-Hundred Twenty-Two (222), Born 700 AWH Title(s): King of the Demons, the Selfborn, Leviathan Nickname(s): Matt Sex: Male Appearance: Damian retains the appearance of a young nobleman. Pale as the moon and a...

POI Name: Darkholme Credits: Type: Faction and Provincial Capital City Position: Erebus, Alameda Consolidation Thread: N/A Architect: Damian M. LeBlanc, King of Demonkin Description: Situated on the coast of the Dragon Sea, Darkholme is a settlement that towers over the surrounding forest...