Ziltagh looked across the plate, his appetite satiated at least for now. Sitting in the palace of the giants, the ogres toil greatly to build a modern city out of the ruins of parental monumentality. The complex is one of the largest on the planet, only rivaled by the holds of the late dwarven empire and the palaces in Rahen and Haless, but in sheer size it easily beats them all. Despite this, its not finished. Ziltag's vengeance upon the hoards brought them glory yes, but the wealth is meaningless if they can't be invested. Tribute becomes mills, swords, and a thousand little gems that cover his bare chest as he lays upon his throne. Content having conquered the Forgotten Plains in his lifetime, even if it wasn't direct rulership like his ancestors. Speaking of rulership; enter the Garsvulshim and Achtejardon princes. "Honor be ziltagh!" spoke the representative of Garsvulshim, a princeling who has been courting his daughters who eye from the corner of the throne. "Honor be the southern hegemon!" Spoke the representative of Achtejardon, whose patterned clothing show they are connected to the Frosthide clans whose mages where a consistent bother to him as a child. Ziltagh looked at them both and smiled, eyeing Muson in the corner tapping away at a block of sandstone with Ogre tongue.
Ziltagh looked across the plate, his appetite satiated at least for now.
Sitting in the palace of the giants, the ogres toil greatly to build a modern city out of the ruins of parental monumentality. The complex is one of the largest on the planet, only rivaled by the holds of the late dwarven empire and the palaces in Rahen and Haless, but in sheer size it easily beats them all. Despite this, its not finished. Ziltag's vengeance upon the hoards brought them glory yes, but the wealth is meaningless if they can't be invested.
Tribute becomes mills, swords, and a thousand little gems that cover his bare chest as he lays upon his throne. Content having conquered the Forgotten Plains in his lifetime, even if it wasn't direct rulership like his ancestors. Speaking of rulership; enter the Garsvulshim and Achtejardon princes.
"Honor be ziltagh!" spoke the representative of Garsvulshim, a princeling who has been courting his daughters who eye from the corner of the throne.
"Honor be the southern hegemon!" Spoke the representative of Achtejardon, whose patterned clothing show they are connected to the Frosthide clans whose mages where a consistent bother to him as a child.
Ziltagh looked at them both and smiled, eyeing Muson in the corner tapping away at a block of sandstone with Ogre tongue.
I love it. Great job in expressing the pride and satisfaction Ziltagh found in his conquests
It does feel good when number go up. Also! I just realized your pfp has a tiny pair of scissors in the hair, that’s so rad :))
MOAR!