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3 | The Westian Army

THE RED STOICHI TRIBE.
IN THE CASTLE KEEP OF THE TAL DANE; THE GREAT HALL.

The westerners had arrived at the Red Stoichi Tribe about a fortnight ago. They settled in the Tal Dane's castle, like they usually do, preparing for the raid which was set to happen today, on the third day of Dwokaan. The fire Stoichi Dakyres in all the villages of the Blazing Sun had all been in their places of abode since the arrival of the westerners. So was the rule: no Fire Dakyre with an affinity for fire was to be seen outside or on the streets of the villages.

Flame Breathers patrolled every nook and cranny of the Blazing Sun Villages to enforce this rule, making sure it was strictly obeyed. The penalty for recalcitrance in the Red Stoichi Tribe was uncompromising and incredibly astringent.

"The Westian Soldiers and the army of Flame Breathers have departed in the floating metal crafts. They must've made it across the Lava Sea by now." Kuzaan, the commander of the Flame Breathers informed the Tal Dane and his council the instant he walked into the Great hall.

The Tal Dane, his council which comprised of the chiefs and Lords of every village in the Tribe, Ursa, his special advisor and the children of the Tal Dane were all in the Great hall. Awaiting the arrival of the Westian Soldiers and the new hoists from the other Stoichi Tribes.

The leaders of the westerners were also in the Great hall, a table littered with the freshest of foods and the tastiest of ales in the Tribe was reserved for them. They came with Mages who were capable of preposterous things; séances, reanimation of the dead, clairvoyance, mind invasion, complete possession and worst of all they could invoke unknown spirits and forces from the Otherrealm.

Goliath a Mage who stayed back after the very first raid to learn the language of the Dakyres, translated for the westerners. He'd since been around from the very first hoist, finding a way to use Dakyre lifeforce as replenishment, he'd lived for almost a millennium.

"That's great news," he cheered, "let's all eat and make merry for it'll be a very fruitful hoist." He looked over to Goliath who proceeded to translate to the westerners. Their faces held vague expressions.

All the Lords in the throne room joined in the jocundity the westerners didn't seem to partake in. That was expected to be the case, being in the midst of people whose language you did not understand.

Kuzaan often came in and out of the Great Hall, announcing the information given to him by the Mage who telepathically conversed with the Mages at the raid front.

"Must it be this way?" Eren who sat at his father's right hand side uttered suddenly, making every single person in the room fall silent.

"Don't embarrass yourself, Eren." Zeldrius tried to remain calm, but sent his son a stern look, which he ignored and continued.

"Do we have to let these Westies abduct our innocent Dakyre brothers and sisters, taking our own kind back with them to the west and doing only Zaal knows what to them." Eren enunciated, he was trying his best to be loud enough for everyone in the Blazing Keep to hear.

He knew the westerners did not understand their language, only Goliath did. The horrendous Mage who'd been around for as long as he could remember. Goliath knew more about their Tribe even more than Eren did.

All the Lords in the room remained mute. Goliath, Metsumi, including Ursa, who Eren looked at with pleading eyes. They all said nothing.

"If only I can get you Lords to reason," he stood up, descending the stairs that led up to the royal table, "look past your fear of these foreigners and think about our brothers across the lava sea."