For the bards to sing my praise...
Upon returning from Enron, where the entire nation was defeated conquered and enslaved by me in under a week for the glory of Aries, I found the vile goblin lord Raz Guz had taken the opportunity to attack the flourishing Draconia, a bright light of civilization against an otherwise dismal and bleak landscape.
His attack was deep for his army was strong and savage, with out the fear of my presence to keep him at bay he attacked. The city wall fell the lifestock carried off and many women and children murdered. Many escaped into the tower itself where the goblins and orcs despite their rage could not go. Taking what they could and considering the battle over they left back to the holes in the rocks they live in.
My forces and I returned to the desolation of Raz Guz's attack and I decided no more. I organized the elites into groups. Assigned a mage escort to each. Teleporting just beyond where there borders were Leomonds secure shelters dotted the border staffed by the elite. Expecting a fight Raz Guz marshalled his men. Then the mages turned their cavernous rock hole homes into muddy death. The orcs fled. I laugh as I think of the untold number of goblin and orc babies who drown in the mud of the caverns suppose to protect them.
Having no where to go Raz Guz took his army away from the muddy death ever expanding toward him and fled south off the ridge onto a level ground. There the calvary and archers made quick work of the unmounted monsters. In the chaos and heavy losses Raz guz did earn my respect as he continued to give orders and fight caring not for the lives of his men. His closest officers, drow, shielded him from the magical assault i brought to bear so I had to deal with the matter personally. Charging in on my stead I slayed them with my own sword until I found the orc's precious Grimthor. We locked blades, he fought with hatred, desperation and brutality. Despite my vastly superior skill I felt a kin to this general and in a moment of great wisdom realized the wilds hold many threats and a ruthless vassal such as this, who now clearly knows his inferiority to me can be used as a shield for my extended campaign of conquest.
I offered him a place on my council if he surrendered and what tiny fraction of his forces were left served me. Having no choice he accepted my merciful terms. Maximus the Merciful they call me. AM I NOT MERCIFUL.
He tells me the werewolf threat he was facing to the north has migrated on seeming to just leave their camps. I'm sending his hordes further north then carrying the banner of Draconia to extend and spread our borders as far as they can. Of course accompanied by professional soldiers and overseers. The goblins and orcs die well but can't be left to make decisions.
this I have done for the Glory of Draconia and for the Glory of High General Maximus.
Strength and Honor.
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