The Capital of the Draklor was not an impressive site. In fact, it was only a small gathering of minor buildings, with the meeting place the Council building being slightly bigger than the rest. In truth, it was not very much of a capital at all. There was, however, a reason why the Draklor called Dralos their capital.
Many years in the past, the first Teacher, at the age of thirteen defeated a challenger in the Duel circle in the center of Dralos, and united the three major Tribes of Draklor; the Draklor, the Jiot, and the Poits. It was here that Draklor truly rose from a minor group of infighting tribes, to a conquering nation.
Every year on that scared date the tribes would gather for the Games, where competitors from all across the nation, and even foreigners, fought for title of the strongest warrior in the lands. A month long festival, it is the most holy festival of Jao.
It was for this reason that the Capital was as sparse and uninspiring as it was. The Elder converts to Jao, however, questioned the intelligence of gathering for a festival without the infrastructure to support it, and were making plans to build up the capital into a true capital.
That, however, is far away in the future. The present was much more chaotic, as the tribal council meeting of the Draklor would revel.
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"So, Balos has responded to our 'request' that they become our vassals?" spoke the middle aged man, at the head of the round table.
The council man furthest away nodded in acknowledgement, and spoke, "Yes, they have agreed to become our vassals, but have requested armies for protection. They are scared of the conquering people to the north more than they are of us."
A few council men laughed, thinking it foolish to fear any nation more than the powerful Draklor. Despite the few defeats Elder inflicted upon Draklor, they did nothing to steam the tide that was Draklor, and the armies of the Teacher always learned from their mistakes.
"Rumor has it, that Isus is going to be the next target for the Sea People's path of conquest. We should defend the border of Balos, and increase it's navy accordingly to stave off the threat," recommended the council man to the Teacher's right.
The Teacher shook his head, and stood up.
"The Sea People's are a powerful threat. Thus, they are a worthy challenge for our armies. Balos bows to us as vassals, and that means all of Balos should serve us. Is not Isus a city-state of Balos? Is that not then our territory? No, Isus will serve as our battleground against the Sea Peoples, and we will test their mettle against Draklor strength."
The council went deathly silent at the Teacher's words, and, one by one, they agreed with their leader's words. How could they call themselves men if they withdrew from such a worthy challenge?
"Recall General Jasih from the south lands. He needs to stop playing with those Jaosti he's so fond of, and to lead our armies north. Send Commander Tosp to continue Jasih's experiment with those beasts. It might do well to test their capabilities in this campaign as well."
"As our lord wills," muttered the council as one, before simply dissolving away to prepare the armies, the supplies, and the million other things that needed to be prepared for the long campaign to the north.
It would be a titanic clash of military powers. Isus would be the battleground. Who would be victorious? The Sea Peoples? Draklor? Or even Isus itself?
