Slavos Darsin. He was an ordinary adamantium npc we added, though I’m not sure if ‘ordinary’ is the right term considering his strength was on par with a max-level player. In the game though, we didn’t attach any quests to him and dialogue was scarce.

That was until we unveiled a free expansion the year after the release of Adonis Online. It was called the ‘Scholars of the Dominique Library’. It was an expansion that added a whole new world-space, the Dominique Islands. Not to mention, a new faction by the same name, the Dominique Library.

Upon starting the quest, it’s revealed that the unassuming male dragonkin, Slavos Darsin, was actually a Knight-Scholar of the Dominique Library. His strength was unmatched, and he was known as the Paladin of Tomes, the highest rank a Knight-Scholar could achieve within the orders of the Dominique dominion.

‘Was’ is the key term here. He had betrayed the Library by slaying their king, Solomon’s heir. By then, he had opted to use the name of Kingslayer instead of his past title. In the expansion, the Library learns of his location and an order of Knight-Scholars were sent to subdue him.

The Wanderer’s Lodge was neutral on the matter. They would not hinder, but they would not help him either. Unless he made a ‘request’ of it. Only then did the Wanderer’s Lodge acted on his side. The lodge had a policy of first-come-first-serve for their mercenary jobs, and the Dominique Library was far too prideful to ask the lodge for help. It was easy enough for Slavos to bring in their help.

The expansion added an event where players could join either faction in a proxy war. Which side won would ultimately gain several powerful loot from the quest. It was a war waged for a total of three real-time months, and ultimately, the side that won was the Wanderer’s Lodge.

The Dominique Islands was sacked by the players. Hundreds of NPCs were slain, and by the end of it, the Dominique Library was scrubbed clean from the annals of history. Players who joined the side of the Lodge could buy a patch of land on the Dominique Islands where they could create their home.

But I digress. During the course of the quest, players get to learn more and more about Slavos Darsin. He was once a slave, but was saved by Solomon during his travels. He made a dear friendship with Solomon and decided to pledge his loyalty as his knight once he learned of Solomon’s royal blood.

It was many years later when Solomon finally yielded from his human blood, and his heir took the throne. In Slavos’ words, the heir was a complete and bumbling idiot with a xenophobic streak. At one point, in the heir’s rule, he ordered for a war to cleanse the world of non-humans. Half of his advisers were against the idea, but the other half was for it.

Slavos knew that in a few weeks, the library would have ultimately decided for the king’s order. So, he did what he thought was right and slew the heir with his own sword. He didn’t feel remorse for killing a would-be monster, but he didn’t enjoy it either. After all, it was still his friend’s son.

After that, he fled. No matter his goals, he did kill the king. He stumbled upon the continent of Allgive and started traveling. The rest was history.

To think that he would be here, and hogging the archives no less. If I remember correctly, we had most adamantium npcs travel the Allgive continent, so it must have been a coincidence for him to be here.

Yes, this could work. Slavos Darsin is known to be a good person.

I thanked Madriel for the information and left for the 2nd floor. This was a place that was rarely ever visited by players. Especially me, since I basically knew every part of the game, well, almost. So, pouring through in-game text was useless for me, but few did read in-game text just to be immersed into the world.

The 2nd floor was just a large, barely inhabited library. Even with the center cut out, and the vast space, I could only see 4 or 5 people intently reading. One of them was just the person I was looking for.

Sitting by the far corner surrounded by several stacked books on the table and on the ground was a large dragonkin. A scaled race of men that had the characteristics of their draconic parents.

In Slavos’ case, he had light-blue scales across his body, and he was a notch larger than the rest of the people in the library. A heavy tail was resting on the table. Slavos barely wore armor because of the heavy and durable scales that was known of his race that is said to be as resilient as plate armor.

Shards of ice protrude from his elbows and knees, acting as one more natural weapon in his repertoire. A pair of crystalline, transparent horns jut out from the side of his head and curved backwards. His face was that of a lizard with very sharp features. To top it all of, he wore a custom-made monocle that conformed to his nose, with the chain tied to his right horn.

Just beside him, lying on the side of the table was a very large ‘sword’, if you could call it that. In the game, we had it designated as a bladed weapon but with blunt damage since it was just a hunk of unsharpened iron on a stick in the shape of an executioner sword.

On a side note, Slavos’ sword was one of the weapons that could be looted if the Dominique Library had won.

I confidently walked up to him with Nis in tow. As we neared, I felt a chill that was characteristic of being in Slavos’ vicinity. He was, after all, descended from a glacial elder dragon.

As expected, he didn’t notice us walk up to him. Or I suppose, he just ignored us. I knocked on the table across him with my knuckles, which seems to be enough to wake him from his reverie.

Before he closed the book, he placed a bookmark in a smooth motion and placed it on the table. He then looked at us, and there was surprise in his face.

“Oh, forgive me. I thought it was a guilder asking me to leave. It surprises me that another adventurer would talk to me.” He stood up from his seat and offered his hand. “Nice to meet you, I am Slavos Darsin, the Kingslayer. What can this old dragonkin do for you?”

I reached out and gave him a firm handshake, and he received it with the same force.

“Nice to meet you too, Slavos. My name is Sed Immer.”

He smiled, seeming content with it and sat back in his chair.

“Please take a seat. I am sure you did not come to my kind for pleasantries.”

I grinned and took him up in his offer. Nis took the one beside me, but chose not to speak.

“It’s pleasantries in a different sense, Sir Slavos. Would you care for a spar?”