Much to Vainqueur’s satisfaction, when Icefang looked upon his magnificent hoard, the frost dragon’s eyes widened as if he had suffered from a stroke.
“So huge and deep!” Jolie walked on the hoard, amazed by its depth, its warmth, its texture... its shininess. As a kingly gesture, Vainqueur let his family touch his treasure, so they could feel his wealth.
“It’s so warm and golden!” Genialissime added. “It’s… it’s the biggest hoard I have ever s...
2019-10-11 16:01:02 +0000 UTC
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“You are certain, Manling Victor?” Vainqueur asked, upon looking at the strawberry cake, whom his lackey had moved in front of the fairy crystals. “This seems like a waste of good food.”
“Positive,” his Doer of the Thing said. “Come on, try.”
“[Lesser Demonbane]!” Vainqueur cast the exorcism spell with his finger, a ray of light hitting the cake. While the food remained unharmed, a dark, crimson aura escaped it, letting out a terrible scream.
[You have ex...
2019-10-10 16:03:11 +0000 UTC
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“Accel Recursion.”
Time was broken.
Darkness and silence swallowed the Midnight Market; the cacophony to which he had grown used to end, replaced with an eerie silence. The lights diminished, swallowed by a starless night; he could only see people and the flux infrastructures, the lights of their souls and lifeforce.
Alone in this quiet world, Shroud walked down the street, watching aliens, fairies and supernatural creatures queuing near a teleporter. He watched th...
2019-10-09 13:00:02 +0000 UTC
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It was offering day, and so Chocolatine decided to bake three cakes: one for her god, one for her crush, and one for her brother.
Humming to herself as she dressed, Chocolatine explored her and her brother’s farm looking for the pantry. She kept a lot of demon flesh salted and fresh, and an imp in an iron birdcage. The demon looked at her with his big eyes. “Kill me,” the fiend pleaded. “Send me back to Hell, you crazy wolf.”
“Maybe later,” Chocolatine replied ...
2019-10-03 08:14:16 +0000 UTC
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2019-10-02 08:19:27 +0000 UTC
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“The pain…” Vainqueur’s chief of staff complained as Brandon Maure gored him through the chest with his blade, before smirking. “Thanks.”
The Demon King raised his head. “Indeed, there is no greater pleasure than dying by the blade of Brandon—”
“No, thanks for getting close…” The minion grabbed Maure with his free hand. “Black Curse!”
A black aura surrounded Brandon Maure, instantly draining him of his vibrancy and strength.
[...
2019-10-02 07:48:46 +0000 UTC
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Choose between two Patron-sponsored quests the one the Dragonslayers will tackle in Magik's final volume!
1) Together We Stand
Difficulty: Dot Three (Hard)
Sponsor: Rhodri Thornber.
Where Concordia fails in its mighty mission of unity is in understanding its people. The empire does not understand the need for true teamwork. Instead it cows people into following orders like the tyrants they are! Show them what t...
2019-09-29 19:42:52 +0000 UTC
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Here is the promised 60 Patrons special chapter, focusing on Vainqueur's past as a great calamity. That chapter is accessible to all patrons, regardless or ranks. Enjoy!
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1198 After Mithras, One hundred years before Manling Victor’s ill-attempted robbery; the day Vainqueur Knightsbane became known as the Red Terror of Midgard.
Colognenburg, biggest western city of the Midgard Republ...
2019-09-28 10:09:50 +0000 UTC
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As it turned out, Charlene had been right. Victor did end up in Hell after all.
It was a horrible place, but not for the reasons Victor had expected.
Hell was a fiery, brimstone cave, like the religions of Earth foretold; but they had moved away from burning souls and into new, more inventive forms of punishment. On one side, Victor noticed row after row of captive humans bound to chairs in front of a large mirror, forced to watch some kind of horribly acted, medieval reality TV s...
2019-09-25 14:53:54 +0000 UTC
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The Ballad of Vainqueur Junior: Vainqueur Junior is a good treasure. Junior best sword, because Junior broke all the competition. Now, Junior has made Kobold friends, and they invited Junior to a tasty adventure!
The Dragons must be fed: Rolo is the highest-level farmer in the world. Savoureuse an assassin cook. Together, they are given an impossible mission: prepare a feast for dragons. All bets are off; nothing is forbidden.
2019-09-24 15:15:30 +0000 UTC
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Vainqueur had to give it to the elves. Unlike the manlings, they kept their lairs clean.
Their flying city was a treat for the eyes, with shiny white stone and marble statues which Vainqueur thought would look great on his hoard. He promised himself to return for groceries after recovering his princesses.
Gargoyles with forks patrolled the city's ramparts, unable to see Vainqueur nor the cattle-riding knight. She too had turned transparent, although the dragon could sm...
2019-09-24 15:09:55 +0000 UTC
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Sand. Sand. Sand.
Walking cactus!
Oh, it was dead.
Sand. Sand. Sand…
Vainqueur forced himself not to fall asleep out of boredom in the middle of the flight. He was sick of this endless desert, carrying his chief of staff in one hand, and a big, goatskin bag for princesses in the other. “Why am I flying invisible again?” the dragon asked his minion, who had insisted Vainqueur use his ‘Blinkblink’ ring. “And why didn't we bring the other minions?”
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2019-09-23 13:00:04 +0000 UTC
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“Hi, Charlene.” Victor waved at the poor office manager, as he rode through the town square while on top of his new mount, the Black Beast of Murmurin. “What’s up?”
The guild manager glared back at him. Her ‘office’ was composed of a board, a desk, and a chair in the middle of the town’s square, gnolls and kobolds often checking the few requests available.
Murmurin had grown thrice-fold since the ‘War of the Hoard’, with minions building more houses or te...
2019-09-19 05:43:04 +0000 UTC
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“You call that a castle?” Vainqueur complained as he bathed in the lava around his new lair, “I demand at least seven towers! Work harder!”
“Yes, Emperor Vainqueur!” the kobolds shouted back, while Vainqueur briefly closed his eyes in satisfaction at the name. The minions had built a large bridge to carry raw material from the mountain to the castle, rebuilding the towers the dragon had destroyed during the War of the Hoard.
The hyena-like humanoid called gnolls ...
2019-09-19 05:25:09 +0000 UTC
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On the distant frontier of the Concordian Empire, there was a gas giant called Algol. An ethereal, silent world the size of Jupiter, so far away from its sun that it looked like a faint moon in a black sky.
A dozen satellite planets, each the size of Earth, orbited around the blue and white sphere. One of them was Nibiru, a world of ice and iron. A prison at the very end of an immense galaxy, where temperatures reached absolute zero.
Had it not been for Mur’s Heatriser providing...
2019-09-18 13:00:04 +0000 UTC
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- 1291 After Mithras, Mithras’ heavenly realm.
Death sucked. Not as much as she thought, though.
Kia had never been religious, and so, she expected a dark void and then nothing. Apparently though, religions were onto something.
The afterlife existed, and it looked like a greek temple made of marble, golden clouds and shining light. Whichever god ruled this place had given her a comfortable chair on which to sit, in front of a brigh...
2019-09-14 16:43:55 +0000 UTC
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The vaults of the castle overflowed with treasure.
Deep in the depths of the dungeon, Manling Victor had found strong, metal doors so thick and huge, five dragons could have gone through them at once. After some fiery landscaping, Vainqueur and his minions had forced their way inside, only to be welcomed with the most beautiful sight in the world: an immense underground metal vault, overflowing with hills of gold and silver coins.
Vainqueur immediately jumped into his ...
2019-09-14 16:32:35 +0000 UTC
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Pressed for time, Shroud instantly moved to action.
Through his Glass Field, he spread the Magic Mirror Hack to the cathedral’s windows, turning them into portals to other worlds. Sea monsters from other planes, fish the size of elephants, and tentacled abominations, crossed the frontier and populated the abyss. The creature spread around, as Blackcinders descended towards them.
He hoped it would delay the great dragon, but it would only afford him mere seconds.
Creating a...
2019-09-11 13:01:00 +0000 UTC
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- Chronicles of the War of the Hoard, final chapter: "Furibon must die."
In a magical land, far, far away...
Murmurin is at war! In a stunning move, the foul Furibon has kidnapped Lord Victor, first among all minions. The lich’s evil has swept across the land, corrupting all that is shiny. But hope remains.
Deep in his fiery forge, the great smith Barnabas forged a dragon-sized [Ring of Elemental Resistance] and a [Kill...
2019-09-10 16:00:00 +0000 UTC
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Choose which chapter you want written!
- Kobolds: Life through their Eyes
Kobolds are the archetypal minions, critters who live to die in the name of big bad monsters. They are cute, they are adorable, they are expandable. See life through their eyes as they serve the great King Vainqueur the Just, who is powerful and amazing and kind, under the watchful eye of the ruthlessly charismatic Lord Victor.
- The Shining Knight: Not your average Isekai ...
2019-09-09 18:29:56 +0000 UTC
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Due to his role in their new dragon overlord’s administration, the locals had wisely ‘gifted’ Victor a large mansion overseeing the rest of Murmurin. Finally, the human’s life as a homeless adventurer had reached its end, at least until they claimed Furibon’s dungeon tomorrow.
And what a place it was! With three floors, a basement, and a roof, it was huge enough to welcome a lord’s entire retinue. Unlike the medieval architecture of Gardemagne, the place had been built...
2019-09-07 14:25:20 +0000 UTC
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“Wait, wait, don’t kill me, don’t kil—”
Vainqueur poked his hundredth demon in a row, a monstrous rat the size of a manling, crushing it between his claw and the ground below. Like an insect, the creature died without making a sound.
Nothing. No level, and no treasure.
With a growl of disappointment, Vainqueur tossed the corpse on the pile of demon meat which had yet to be turned into undead. “I am out of sheep, Your Majesty,” Chocolatine informed h...
2019-09-06 20:42:48 +0000 UTC
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Hello readers,
You may have noticed lots of changes in the Patreon recently, due to the launch of Vainqueur. The reason is, I'm currently upgrading the tiers' content.
So:
- Dragon Tiers Patrons will now have access to 4 early chapters of Vainqueur.
- Dracolich Tiers Patrons will have access to all early chapters (currently 6) available after beta-reading, although they may be subject to small ed...
2019-09-05 09:04:41 +0000 UTC
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Sitting amidst an orchard and a pen whom he had emptied of its sheep, Vainqueur glared at Murmurin’s volcano, a dark, fuming place even under the bright sunlight.
What kind of atrocity the lich was planning deep in his dungeon? How long before he spread knowledge of this dark, horrifying spell to the outside world? Vainqueur seethed at the thought, simmering with anger.
Although he heard Manling Victor and the new werewolves minions approach, Vainqueur didn’t even bother...
2019-09-05 08:35:33 +0000 UTC
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This world sucked!
The locals had bound Victor to an olive tree with heavy chains under the faint moonlight. Around twenty werewolves had gathered to observe the sacrifice, while a squid-like humanoid held the ceremony, chittering incantations while wielding a scepter. Victor guessed the Moon Man worshippers were a relative minority in the community.
Unfortunately, the majority had given Victor the silent treatment.
“Brother, is that smart?” Chocolatine asked her brother...
2019-09-05 08:30:58 +0000 UTC
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Holy hell… Victor thought as he watched the fireworks from the foot of the mountain. The crater above looked to in the middle of a fiery eruption, fireballs, and clouds of rancid smoke flying out while the earth trembled.
While not religious at all, the adventurer prayed the twelve gods that Vainqueur didn’t start an actual eruption while rampaging. “Guys…”
“Chief…” Red and the other kobolds cowered at the sight, hiding behind the hill of lead Vainqu...
2019-09-05 08:27:01 +0000 UTC
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Shroud opened his eyes, for the first time in a long, long while.
He could feel the cold, metallic ground beneath him, the pulsating, drumming sound of automated machines repairing metal walls. He could smell the faint scent of rust and blood, and sense the soreness in his body; the Player was himself again, and it felt good.
He rose back to his feet and found it a strange sensation. After existing as mere information, physical movement alone had become pleasurable....
2019-09-04 13:01:00 +0000 UTC
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The Castle of Murmurin was better than anything Vainqueur could have imagined.
An immense, foreboding structure of black stone, the dungeon stood on a rock in the middle of a crater full of hot lava, the black smoke surrounding the place giving it a spooky look. The remains of a half-destroyed stone bridge linked the volcano’s edge to the castle’s entrance, a stone doorway more than large enough to fit Vainqueur through - unlike that stupid temple.
A ring ...
2019-09-03 16:00:04 +0000 UTC
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How good to bathe in a bigger hoard!
Vainqueur had done far more than what he had set out to do. He hadn’t doubled his treasure’s size, but more than quadrupled it. While he once struggled to fully shower himself with coins, the dragon could now roll happily in gold and jewels.
All of this in less than a moon. At this rate, his cave wouldn’t be enough to contain his full hoard.
“Guys, go away!” Minion Victor called outside, Vainqueur paying it no mind. ...
2019-08-31 14:10:17 +0000 UTC
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As dawn rose on Haudemer, Vainqueur allowed him to rest on his back in front of the city’s entrance.
He had spent all night hunting down the last of his walking punching balls, shoring up all the experience he could muster, and leaving none to his minions. His stomach hurt from the manling indigestion.
[Congratulations! For crushing the Scorchers and stylishly stomping on the enemy leader before an adoring crowd, you earned four [Gladiator] levels! +...
2019-08-28 20:14:43 +0000 UTC
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