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No one truly knew The Sheriff. He refused to give out his name, he was seen only during empire meetings or during trades. But there were myths, told during the starless nights. That The Sheriff was from the before times. That he killed all the old emperors. That he was older than the Great god of Stratos by a millenia. That he was a disciple of the goddess of death. That he was a son of the great primordials. That he could hear all and see all. That he was thing under the bed. Well. Only two of those are true, he was from the before times and he killed the old emperors. Or at least that last one was his own self loathing. He was of sea and land with special preference for the muggy hot temperature of swamps. The little brother of the ruler of the largest kingdom, who's name had been lost to the waves of time. He's the Codfather or atleast was. Crossposted on ao3 under: Canadian_Cee
The Sheriff, or is he?
