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The capital impressed Kaion.
The outside defense walls were made of stone somehow built in the mountain. He never saw such kind of defense. The engineers who built it were brilliant to think of such an impossible project. He would have never think about it this way.
The gates of the fortress were made of solid wood and up, just in front of the open gates it was the grill bars raised and a view directly to the market.
The entire fortress was carved in the mountain, how difficult could have been and how long did it take? Kaion was asking himself impressed by the people who were capable of building such a city. If any of his people could see it too! There were walls attached like glued somehow in the mountain stone. there were open windows, looking like the mountain had just opened its insides. Those windows must hide rooms in there, how many rooms were there?
-How many people live here?
-A lot of them, one of the king's men laughed and the others laughed with him.
There were a lot of soldiers there and Kaion was impressed again seeing their attitude, their uniforms, their discipline. They looked like pros, proud soldiers all dressed alike, with imposing stature and weapons and looking ready to fight anything that would come their way. Their vigilant eyes followed the people entering the city. Their uniform was all black and they all look so tidy in their shiny armor.
The symbol on their uniforms was a Warchild House symbol: a half sun over the horizon line, a sun with golden rays. Their uniform was all black, with long boots covering the long black pants with leather strips on the sides. They had vest armor on and the armor was all silver, shining in the sunlight, looking all so clean like they were part of a parade or something. The shoulder armors were covering only one shoulder, which meant all the soldiers on the ramparts were archers?
Every one of them? That already meant that in a war, all those soldiers in the front line could half an attacking army in the first moments. This king was smart and did not like to lose battles. But then again, who would like that? But having a commander depend on archers and in such a great number, that shows
They all had long loose hair and none had any war helmet on like back home. Every one of them had articulated black leather hand armor. It was all like looking at a legion of Death.
-Is this a Warchild city? he asked.
-It is, one of the men of the king answered.
-Are more of them?
-They are.
-Just like this?
-Like this how?
-This... architecture is impressive.
-How are your cities like?
-Most of them are built in the fields or hills, there is nothing like this one in my world.
-And You have only 3 houses left in your world?
-Yes, we do have only 3 left, how do you know that?
-Well, you are not the first nor that last who came here. Your people seem to come here once in about a few decades, maybe?
-Realy? When did the last ones come?
-Last time the portals opened about... the man looked at the rest of his friends to make sure he has the info right... about 20 years ago?
-Almost 20, or 19 maybe, one of them helped him remember.
-It was that... Baka was his name?
-Baka??
-Yes, a Warchild prince just like you.
-Is Baka here?
-Hmmmm no. Not anymore.
-No? Where did he go?
-He challenged the king.
-What?
-And he lost.
Kai opened his eyes wide and could not believe what he had just found out. Did they know Baka was his brother? What king did he challenge? He was a perfect soldier, how could he have lost in front of the king? A thousand questions filled his mind but he did not want to stir things to his disadvantage.
-Must have been a good death then. He tried to comment in order to keep things neutral.
-Your brother was buried like a prince. You are allowed to visit his grave, the female king spoke towards him without.
-Your father must have been a hell of a fighter if he won against Baka, Kaion tried to be both polite and prudent, asking for more information.
-He was, the answer came .
And nothing more. That female was strange, Kaion thought. Strange meant dangerous in a way. Not talking much like the women in his world.
-Not THAT king, one of the king's men whispered to him.
What? Not that king? As in not her father? How many kings were they? Looking confused, the man tried to explain more.
-Our king, and made a sign with his head looking at the female king.
The female king? A female fought Baka? Baka lost to a woman? No way!!! no, impossible to even think of such a thing!! Baka was such a perfect soldier! He had everything: looks, muscle built, strength, strategy, weapons... And he lost to a female? That can not be... To THIS king??
She looked so... small and delicate. He remembered his brother as tall and strong, with a massive build body. He could not have loose to her. Could he?
-Let's hope you are not like your brother, the king spoke to him again.
-I am not. But how...
-He got greedy. Understood he will not be able to get back to his world and tried to make a living here. Failed. My people do not cross the lines here. Keep that in mind and you will be treated like the prince you are in your world. Do you understand?
-Yes. I understand.
-Good then.
Silence fell over making him feel awkward for a few moments. luckily one of the men spoke again:
-This is the Warchild Warlords House. The House of the kings!
-Are there Assassins too living here?
-Some.
By the way the man said it, maybe there were some not too happy about the king's union with the House of Assassins? He was not sure but it was a lead to investigate if they would not get back home. He could not take that into the count but if needed... he will investigate in the spare time he will have until they can figure out how to make the portals open again and get them home.
In the meantime, he had to wait for his sister and find out all he could about the portals. He already had a plan.
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