Tiberios
Even though he is a king, Tiberios is still as much a slave as anyone. He thinks he should have stayed hidden in the wilderness, but thoughts of his children would have kept him awake at night. Still, even that doesn’t seem to make much of a difference these days. He’s seen neither of his children for quite some time. It’s killing him. However, a slave is a slave, and Tiberios is now indentured to serve the Falls as long as he can and as best as he can manage, which seems to be not very well at all. That is - according to those around him. Nevermind that he’s kept the amazonians as their strongest ally and nevermind that he’s secured a blood tie with the Dale. Forget the fact that despite their slowly swelling numbers, he’s kept the Chamber at arms reach by trying his best to appeal to Straia’s better side and by leaving his own child behind in that wretched place.
Don’t ever say he didn’t try.
When he smells the newcomer on the dying wind of autumn he’s almost convinced to just let Texas handle it. The ancient bay had pretty much done whatever the fuck he’d wanted to up until this point, so why should the burnt man even put forth any effort into culling the radically stubborn immortal? His amber gaze flicks about and to his disappointment he doesn’t see hide or hair of his general, so he musters what enthusiasm he can and heads out for the border. There, a rather harmless creature waits. If anyone knows looks can be deceiving - it would be Tiberios. This one though, unlike the others, has manners so he greets her with a short nod.
“Can I help you?” He asks, not all sure if he actually wanted to. The phrase has become such a mantra to him these days he simply recites it for superficial purposes. He’s tired of playing the game of kingdoms, and if he had it his way he’d sooner just as see some asshat take over the throne here. It wouldn’t make a difference.
Tiberios is just sick of wasting his time.
Tiberios
king of the falls
