"Imagine, if you will, a city that never sleeps. A city where silly things like ethics, laws, and 'personal liberty' do not get in the way of progress!" Malthus' booming voice echoed across the stadium as hushes fell across the crowd.
Malthus, tall and imposing, held the microphone in one muscular hand, while using the other to punctuate his speech with excitement as he talked.
"Yes, that's right. A city where there is no ethics council, where the law is ours. Of course, this doesn't mean it will be a wild place with no rules! No, just a place where like-minded wizards can gather for the greater benefit of all." Malthus said, running his free hand through his crimson hair.
This little move made the crowd go wild, and Malthus took this chance to take a quick swig from his water bottle, before going back to his speech.
"It will take time to build, for a city must be erected with foundations as solid as existence itself! In that time, I will be sending out invitations, personally, to each wizard who will be invited to come live with us.
Should you wish to join, please sign up with our hostess on your way out. We'll take your details, and, if you meet our requirements, we will invite you in to Paradise!
That's it for today, friends, thank you so much for coming out! See you on the other side!!" Malthus said, waving to the crowd, putting the mic back on the stand, and disappearing behind the stage curtain.
"You were great out there boss!" Malthus' assistant ran up and handed him a towel. Malthus briefly smiles, and disappears into his dressing room.
"Ugh. There wasn't a single acceptable wizard in the crowd tonight. How the hell are we supposed to fill a city with the best and brightest if there are no best and brightest? Answer that, McGreggor!" Malthus said, poking his ember frog gently until he let out a large ribbit.
"I know, I know. We really are the best, but we can't do everything by ourselves! We must have the bodies...yes yes, and their magic. What else would this be for??" Malthus chortled to himself as he sorted through papers on his desk.
Months would pass, and Malthus' plan would be executed without a hitch. The city would be built in record time, and due to his own powerful magic, he would be able to locate every single wizard capable of above average magic.
He made no delay in sending out his invitations, and soon had communicated to well over 10% of the entire population of the Runiverse. Much to his surprise, not a single person would decline his offer.
Eventually, great pilgrimages would start journeying across the Runiverse to come and live within the great walls of the rapturous city
Soon, he would be sitting high atop his skyscraper, running his city of magic, never to be judged or hated for his powers again.
Until then, he had only a few loose ends to tie up, one particular one being his mistress, the Countess of the Red Wizard City. She was the only one who knew of where Malthus lived, and this information could be very dangerous to the right people, especially if they were to act before he moved into the city himself.
Now, the only way to properly remove a liability is to kill them and leave no witnesses. Any good assassin knows this!
However…Malthus was not an assassin. He was brilliant, powerfully arcane, and wise beyond his years, but he was no assassin.
He snuck in quite deftly, but after that, he was spotted approaching the countess’ chamber, and actually gave away the murder weapon to the house help before fleeing the scene.
This little bit actually worked out very well for him, as the guards had not spotted Malthus, but the help (a wizard by the name of Aamon, who oddly enough, was one of the wizards he had invited to live in the city).
All in all, messy but successful (as was the way of Malthus), he would be able to peacefully move into the new city and avoid persecution once and for all!
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