For centuries our ancestors, were victims and were made slaves by those cruel heathens called Nordians. they stripped our forefathers of their dignity, power and souls. Now they framed us for murdering their respresnatives, just so they can go to war. They feared us for our strength, that lies deep within all of us. hence why they oppressed us ,all that while. till we finally had enough and revolted against their cruelty and hatred towards our kind. our ancestors formed the mighty Delria as a rememberance everyday that we live in a nation created on strength and unity. we shall not fall victim to those bastards. look around you, my brothers and sisters. you are fighting for everyone, your family, yoir ancestators, your desecnedants. The beast Gods above us, are sure to give us strength as we take on those Nordians. if you fall in this war, youll be remembered as a hero, who fought for the mighty delria, and youll be remembered forever for centuries to come. so don't be afraid, by their vast numbers, as they lack the heart and bravery us beast folk have. when death is calling on us, we don't cry or wither but we look it dead in the eye , and say you shall not take me today. for i am a beast and shall live forever in the heart and the souls of my brothers and sisters for we are Delria land of the beast folks
Thousands of beast folk roared in unity, their voices merging into a deafening war cry as King Kuru's speech filled them with renewed strength and unwavering resolve. The fear of war had been washed away, replaced by an unshakable belief in their victory. The outcome had already been decided in their hearts—Delria would stand, and Nordia would fall.
King Kuru, the towering symbol of Delrian pride, stood above them, his broad frame exuding the strength and dominance of the beast folk. A man of immense stature, both physically and in leadership, he was revered by all who followed him. His long, jet-black hair flowed wildly, and his battle-worn face carried the marks of countless victories. He wore the armor of his ancestors, passed down through generations of kings, its intricate engravings telling the stories of past wars and triumphs. He was not just a ruler—he was the embodiment of Delria itself.
While the beast folk prepared their weapons and braced for battle, their leaders convened in the grand war hall at the center of Delria. Seated around a massive, circular stone table were the heads of the most powerful clans, each one a master of their respective domains.
Bakara Clan Leader - Drasa: A warrior as brutal as she was strategic, known for leading the most relentless and fearless shock troops.
Zula Clan Leader - Raven: A master tactician who commanded warriors known for their swift and deadly ambush tactics.
Niom Clan Leader - Marco: A calm and composed leader who specialized in logistics and supply chain warfare.
Winzo Clan Leader - Jeda: A defensive specialist who had built some of Delria's strongest fortifications.
Rupte Clan Leader - Amara: A relentless war commander known for her unconventional battle strategies
Onjo Clan Leader - Maki: A leader who focused on long-range combat and siege weaponry.
Palm Clan Leader - Jeremi: A man with a deep connection to the land, ensuring Delria's resources were protected at all costs.
Jada Clan Leader - Cleon: The mightiest warrior of the beast folk the kings right hand man, feared and respected by all. He had once been destined for the throne but turned it down, choosing battle over politics. The Jada Clan was the strongest of all, and under his leadership, it had reached unprecedented levels of combat prowess.
The meeting began with a heated discussion about how to defend Delria.
Drasa slammed her fist on the table. "We cannot let Nordia step foot on our land without a fight. Winzo's elite warriors must hold the border. If their strongest squads are stationed there, we can crush the first wave of invaders before they even gain momentum."
Jeda' "they won't not get past my clan"
Cleon nodded, his deep voice carrying an undeniable authority. "Agreed. Winzo Clan's Squads 1, 2, and 3 will hold the border. Even in any other clan, my second and third squads would be the strongest. They'll will be the shield of Delria, if they should fall. Jada Squad should move in immediately to stop them from getting deep into Delria."
Raven leaned forward. "That will buy us time, but we must prepare for a war of attrition. Nordia's forces are vast—we cannot fight them in open battle for too long. We need to ensure our key resources remain protected."
Marco added, "Palm Clan's strongest squad should be stationed at the major farmlands. Without food, we won't last a prolonged siege."
Jeda spoke next. "We will also position our warriors to defend major outposts across the country. If Nordia tries to stretch us thin, we must hold our positions and not give them an inch."
Amara smirked. "We should send in a recon squad—five of our strongest beast folk who have flight abilities. They will fly over Nordia and monitor their movements. If we know where they plan to strike, we can preemptively counter them."
The leaders all murmured in agreement.
Then, King Kuru finally stood, his presence alone enough to silence the entire hall. His golden eyes scanned the room, and then he spoke with a tone that carried the weight of history.
"All of this is necessary, but it is not enough." He turned his gaze to Cleon. "No matter how strong we are, we cannot eliminate all of Nordia's forces. Their numbers are too great. This war will not be won on the battlefield alone."
The leaders waited, sensing the gravity of what he was about to say.
"Cleon," the king continued, "I want you to handpick a squad—our best warriors. While the war rages, they will infiltrate Nordia and kill their king. Without their leader, their forces will fall into disarray. This is the only way to ensure the end of this war before it consumes us all."
The room fell silent.
Cleon smirked, his battle-hardened face showing the first sign of excitement. "It will be done."
The meeting had ended, and the clan leaders had all returned to their respective territories to begin preparations for the impending war. However, Cleon remained behind, deep in thought. He knew that defending Delria was only half the battle—the true key to victory lay in eliminating Nordia's king.
Cleon leaned against the stone pillar of the war hall, his mind carefully piecing together the strategy for this covert operation. He couldn't afford to take too many from his own Jada Clan, as it would leave his top squads vulnerable at the border. Instead, he decided to assemble an elite team, selecting the best warrior from each of the strongest clans.
After finalizing his selections, he called for a royal messenger.
"In the next few hours, I need these individuals gathered here," Cleon commanded. "They are to report to me immediately."
The messenger bowed, ready to memorize the names.
"Sylve from the Jada Clan, Azura from the Palm Clan, Maron from the Bakara Clan, Jade from the Zula Clan, Rakel from the Niom Clan, Alba from the Winzo Clan, and Pero from the Onjo Clan."
The messenger nodded. "Understood, sir. I will summon them at once."
Cleon watched as the messenger rushed out of the war hall. These warriors were among the strongest Delria had to offer, and if anyone could carry out this mission successfully, it was them. The war would be won on the battlefield, but if this team succeeded, it could be over far sooner than anyone expected.