Rathis Castle
Ect'asearcsi Aborak Rathis
Upper Balcony
Emperor Aborak Rathis rocked back and forth in his chair as he stared across the island towards the mainland. He couldn't see it through the fog, but he knew it was there with the multitude of clans. He could sense the Lords and Kings throughout the land trying to conclude travel pacts and alliances. Obviously preparing for war. And war would come...
It's always about war with these barbarian scum. Who has the biggest army? Who has the most land? It doesn't matter at the end of the day. Because when one empire falls another will come in its place. They lack unity, discipline. They will fall and their empires will crumble. But the En'rot will remain strong, as we have for thousands of years. he thought as he watched the birds suddenly flutter away.
"Your Grace, the Imperial Fleet reports that the spies have been inserted on the coast. They will relay information to us." Said Lord Rothgar, the Master of Whispers.
"Very good, keep me up to date" responded the Emperor.