Heir to the Throne

I'm Thane Stone, a simple man that wants nothing more than to put down a few crops in the plot of land I purchased at the edge of town. My dream might very well have come true were it not for what I found in the forest. It called to me, woke something buried deep within, a bloodline that raises far more questions than it answers. So, I suppose I'm a bastard with royal blood? To be frank, I'm not sure I give a damn.

I'm Thane Stone, a simple man that wants nothing more than to put down a few crops in the plot of land I purchased at the edge of town. My dream might very well have come true were it not for what I found in the forest. It called to me, woke something buried deep within, a bloodline that raises far more questions than it answers. So, I suppose I'm a bastard with royal blood? To be frank, I'm not sure I give a damn. For now, I'd settle for being left alone with my dog, and maybe save some space for a wife one day. My bloodline's powers are a nice touch though.

Thane's bloodline and progression continue to transform his once ordinary life. Strength floods his veins, his magic deepens, and his hound, Pork Chop, is deadlier (and hungrier) than ever. With Mira warming his heart and bed, he fights for a future of his own making. Yet conflict brews in the kingdom, and its come to Thane's front door. Word spreads of his power and generosity, and a small host of allies and friends continue to fill his life. Two in particular have caught his attention, Cyrene, a green-eyed firebrand, and Elara, a dark and dangerous beauty with secrets of her own.