Judge Khan IV, his real name, Dowwydd of the Yehuda tribe, was a powerful mane who succeeded the seat of the late Judge Khan IV through blood and ichor. Being a wise and brilliant mane warrior, the company flourished in Dowwyydd's reign to the extent of conquering the fertile land of Yerushalayim, thereby making it one of the first company to own land.

The company's massive farming activities also made it possible for its size to expand into a huge fleet of 5776 fully armored men and 109 longships collectively known as 'Dowwydd's mighty men'.

This man was Oz's master, father, and close friend. He had found Oz in a treasure chest and raised him into the man he is now. Oz looked up to him a lot but that all changed after a while...

Oz being the company's finest warrior, captained two longships, sailing out for plunder and savagery on the Ugadi(New Year) and returning before winter.

On such a day...

Yerushalayim, a green and abundant land with clear skies, cool weather, and the fragrant smell of the calming farmlands.

"Hey, whose ships are those?" a mane asked his friend who was tending to the cattle. He had spotted a longship heading for the dock where he stood upon.

Thinking it was an enemy, his friend was about to sprint to the nearest settlements to inform the warriors but his slowly rising fear was quelled down when his friend stood in his way and said...

"It's Oz's crew. Oz is back!" He cried out cheerfully. Yelling at the top of his voice he alerted the islanders of Oz's return and soon, the dock was packed to the brim with men, women, and children alike who stood in place to welcome Oz and his men.

"Ohh, I see the girls of the island have not only gotten prettier but more mature on both si-" the horny Shakan, a mane on Oz's ship known for his lies and his inability to control his second head was cut short by a smack to his head.

"Hey, who did.." Shakan who was about to raise his voice immediately shut his mouth when he realized it was the  'victorious' Lars who had smacked him by the head.

"If another warrior comes running to me because any one of you defiled his daughter, consider your small fingers gone." Lars threatened.

*Gulps* were heard throughout the ship in response to the scary words Lars had spewed. Despite only being 27 years old, they all feared him not only because of his prowess but also because he was a man of his word in a very extreme sense.

"Come onnn. Don't kill the mood. We had a huge haul this year, we should be jolly about that." Oz said to Lars before directing his gaze toward his men on both ships and roaring out...

"TONIGHT, WE FEAST!!!" 

"Yeahhh!!!!" his men also roared out in response.

Oz and his crew were well received by the..., No, 'well received' was an understatement, the docks were so crowded that Oz barely managed to squeeze himself out of the mass, escaping and leaving his men to tend to the young maidens who were haggling him for pretty chains and rings. 

Oz walked around the different settlements spread all over the island, greeting and waving toward its inhabitants. The villager's expressions made it clear that Oz was indeed loved and respected on the island. Oz's short trek destination was the home of Judge Khan IV, the ruler of this upcoming city.

....

*Knock* *Knock*  Oz gently knocked on the elaborate and fairly made wooden doors that led to the Judge Khan's office. But for some reason, Oz had a dark expression which made it clear that the usual jolly Oz wasn't really looking forward to meeting with the Judge Khan.

"Come on in." a thick firm voice spoke out.

Upon letting the door open, a pure white-skinned red-haired dashed for the door while holding up a blanket as she tried to hide her very appealing front assets. 

"I see that age has no demerits on your penis." Oz spoke rudely.

"You speak to your ruler, do not let your tongue slip, 'O mighty warrior.'" The naked, hairy, and muscular man sitting on a bed said sarcastically. 

"...." Oz simply remained silent. He wasn't going to fall for such an obvious taunt.

Not minding his nakedness, Dowwydd got up, strolled toward his untidy desks, and poured himself a drink. He gulped it down unhurriedly all the while shamelessly exposing his bare body.

Irritated by his attitude, Oz decided to skip any pretend pleasantries and get straight to the point. 

"We are still two months ahead of winter, why did you send for me?" Oz inquired.

Still gulping down on his booze, Dowwydd raised his left arm and lifted his index finger thereby telling Oz to be quiet. Even for a pope or monarch, this form of gesture was considered very disrespectful.

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME, DOW!!" Oz yelled in anger. 

*Crackkk* this was the sound of Dow's most prized glass cup shattering to pieces. Dow had tossed his booze to the cemented floors in rage; rage towards Oz for raising his voice in his presence. 

"You dare raise for voice at your ruler?! Tell me Oz, do you covet my seat?! Is that why you so blatantly show your lack of courtesy towards me?!" Dow spouted.

"...Forgive me," Oz said in a mild tone. It didn't matter what kind of person his only father figure had turned into, he should never defy him as he was still the Judge Khan who held the company together.

"Kiss it. Only then will I believe you." Dow said stretching out his hands. It was a tradition for manes to kiss the palms of their Judge Khan when asking for forgiveness. 

Oz approached the naked Dow, dropped to his knees, and with his face directly facing Dow's absurdly large crotch, he grabbed his palms and kissed them thrice.

'If only you a show a little bit more hostility towards me, I would have taken your head a long time ago.' Dow thought to himself. Dow had turned into what he is now out of jealousy and fear of the growing reputation Oz had evacuated within the company.

It may seem petty to others but Dow knew better than anyone else that Oz could easily usurp him at any time. He had done the same against the Late Judge Khan's son so he was naturally on guard towards Oz. 

"Rise." Dow said. 

Oz rose from his feet when his eyes met that of Dow's. Starting into them Oz could tell that 'They were the eyes of a tired old man.'

Despite being a man entering his sixties, no evidence of old age could be found in his Dow's fit and healthy body. In fact, he didn't seem to look his age with his black long hair, shaved jaws, his toned abs, muscular legs, and his overall war-experienced silhouette.

But Oz saw it, the evidence of his age, his tired, winked blue colored eyes clearly gave him out as a 59-year-old man. Upon seeing this, Oz, despite no longer holding any sense of loyalty towards Dow vowed to protect his people just as Dow had done.

And protecting his people meant following Dow no matter what. Oz didn't want his people to spill each other's blood.

"Here." Dow said while handing over a parchment to Oz.

Oz's facial expression slowly darkened as he read through the contents of the parchment.

"How true is this?" Oz questioned referring to the parchments' content.

"I consulted with Frodi and it is most likely authentic." Dow said as he grabbed a red silken robe lying on his bed and wore it.

"...How do we fair against them?"

"We will be undeniably trampled upon if we go to war." 

"What do you mean? Maybe in past but now..." Oz paused in fright and placed his hands over his mouth, an action he always made when he was in deep thought. 

"Don't tell me..." Oz said hesitating to come to the most likely conclusion.

Unfortunately, Dow confirmed his hypothesis.

"Yes, they have a MIRACLE WORKER."

"Shit." Oz cursed.