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A couple hundred kilometers away from Duraquai stood a large, synthetically flat-topped mountain. On top of the mountain stood a large temple, built completely of stone and marble, steps followed down one side of the mountain, carved completely out of the stoned sides of the mountain. It consisted of about 10 massive, decorated pillars on each side. Holding up the solid stone roofing which was also decorated in a variety of colored gems. The front of the temple contained a large, house sized diamond worked into the roof, shining in the nearly setting sun.
Around the base of the mountain stood the magnificent city of Shadopolis. On top of a very small hill (compared to the mountain) stood the great "Castle of Weilacca". A massive European-like castle stretching across the whole of the hill, the only difference was that the five spires were built with so much support that they seemed to float while only touching the walls. Around the mountain and hill stood many wooden and thatch housing, built in a way to make the whole city form a circle centered at the mountain. Many stone barracks and engineering huts were dotted across the city to make up for the high amount of soldiers and war equipment. The city itself was surrounded by a massive circular wall, large towers were spaced around the wall at equal distances from each other and were equipped with large scale fixed ballastae and mangonels. All together, the city had a great diameter of two miles.

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Inside the castle stood similar small scale pillars to the temple, large tapestry hung from the top of them each showing a different story. One tapestry was located behind the large wooden thrown showing the symbol of the Vladaminsky. The throne itself was carved and shaped to look like a dragon's head. On the nose of the dragon head sat the Lacca (king) of the Vladaminsky, Weilacca Vladaminsky. Dressed in black baggy trousers, a black tight sleeveless shirt with two leather straps on the torso shaped together like an X. On his left side stood his sword, struck into the ground in front of the throne, his left arm was bandaged from the elbow to his palm.
Weilacca's head hair was styled in a peculiar way, his left eye was covered by his fringe. The back of his head held hair flowing down to the bottom of his back and the left side of his head stood naturally spiked hair, all spiking horizontally. The rest of his body was well shaved.

"Agh, I'm bored!" Weilacca called out, interrupting the recruitment adviser from his speech. "I don't care that our army has reached over a million. What I want to know is if the surrounding towns are still well defended. I'm not like my bastard father who only cared about the capital. If the towns and villages aren't defended, then we have no means of feeding the population should they be attacked by those tribes." He sighed after his moaning. "Look, if you guys have no good news about the development of the outer settlement's defenses then leave. Now."
Weilacca's demand caused the 3 adviser's to slowly stand from their small wooden seats located at the bottom of the steps to the throne. Without word, the advisers saluted by slamming their fists to their chests and turned around to leave.
"Wait." They all stopped in their paths, one shaking out of fear. This happened before, and the previous economic and recruitment advisers were killed. The three turned to face their Lacca.
"You pricks are useless." One of the slaves hidden behind one of the pillars ran towards Weilacca and handed him a crossbow. He sat, holding the crossbow facing the three advisers, loaded. "Hmm... I'm feeling nice today. Get some damn representatives over to each settlement to collect reports on the development. You have a week." He threw the crossbow across the large room, causing it to hit one of the slaves which was cleaning the stone wall in the head. It did not speak, instead it continued, allowing another to pick up the crossbow and run off with it.
The advisers nodded, trembling with fear they ran out of the castle.

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"Damn this pathetic war! Why can't we just peacefully get rid of that tribe instead of defending against them? It's been a week now and they still won't fuck off!" Domakeo shouted at one of the armored generals. He was dressed in full metal armor, holding a shield but refusing to wield a sword.
"The Lacca's orders are to defend the town of Dergat. Can't you see that the trebuchets are ripping them apart?" The general replied, in a calm but agitated tone.
"They may be, but every now and then those fuckers keep getting here. If we dealt with them peacefully, then we won't be risking the farmer's lives! We may even have time to complete the wall."
The general stood speechless, it was usual for Domakeo to think of peace, especially when his sister was out on the front lines.

The town of Dergat was a simple farming town, consisting mostly of massive fields of wheat or cattle, there were also housing located at the center of the town, surrounding a larger town hall. Around the perimeter of the town stood massive trebuchets, built of wood and consecutively firing large stone boulders. Some were slowly being reloaded by lowering the arm, others were firing, swinging at great speeds they threw the boulders into the crowd of thick clothed tribal warriors. There were also wooden towers built around the town, equipped with bowmen and ballistae, they were also firing into the enemy, trying their best to miss the Vladaminsky soldiers.
The tribal warriors themselves were being held back, not just by the constant bombardment of boulders, arrows and ballista rounds. But by the Vladaminsky soldiers that stand before them. The Vladaminsky were obviously at an advantage, their soldiers were equipped with full metal armor, shields and spears/swords, but the Vladaminsky forces were dwindling, not many died but the town itself was poorly defended.
However, the vast amounts of tribal warriors were still meeting their doom. The only thing that kept them fighting was their stubbornness.