The Monarchs Meet (Conquest of Noone)

"He did it. He actually did it," said the halfling king of the Yellow Meadows. He looked out at the castle window that overlooked fields of grain and grass. "How, though? He doesn't have magicians powerful enough to tear down Kamo's walls. Not even we have access to such power. The elves may have, but they're now all dead, well, except the royals. They've gone into hiding," said the Lich Lady of the White Valleys. She sits at a table massaging her temples. "Kamo has fallen, and it's only a matter of time before his empire hunts all of us down next. The Silver Mountains are cut off from the rest of the continent. They're preparing defences. Their only hope is if we attack the empire in a weak spot. Like his swampy homeland or the dwarf mines. Force this curse on the land to send support. Divide his forces," said the halfling king as he turned around to the Lich Lady. "It won't work. The dwarf's live in fortresses, and by the time we begin to lay siege, reinforcements would have already arrived. Not to mention, he probably expects us to attack. To avenge Kamo. Such a shame. My people never liked Kamo, but we would rather be subject to Kamo's law than whatever nonsense the half-orcs are creating," said the Lich Lady as she slumped on the table, defeated and tired. "No, we still have a move to make; we just need to know what it is. We need someone who understands how the half-orcs think. How they typically act. Question: Do your scrolls say anything about half-orcs and how they act, because since this one is so nontypical, perhaps by figuring out how contrasting he is to his own race..." said the king as he walked to the Lich Lady. "Then we might be able to exploit a weakness?" asked the Lich Lady with little confidence. "Exactly. However, Crackfoot must have done something similar. He did have 6 years to study the half-orcs, so his perspective would be more than helpful," said the king as he stood on the table opposite the Lich Lady, who sat with her half-decomposed face looking up at him.

"I will say, you look like a dwarf from this angle," chuckled the Lich Lady. "Not sure how this has to do with the current situation, but I'll take it as a compliment," said the King as he sat on the table and crossed his tiny legs, leaning back his hands for support. "So other than attacking, what can we do?" asked the king. A long and awkward silence fell on both of them. "Well, you may not like it, but my husband is gathering his armies and is preparing the White Valleys for..." Before the Lich Lady finished, she noticed the small king wasn't listening. "Look, I know how much my sister meant to you, but you can not..."

"Can't what? Blame him? Your husband cursed my wife, turned you into an undead, and has me in shambles. I only said yes to your arrival because you're my sister-in-law, and my wife would've never allowed me to deny you refuge from danger," said the halfling king as he stood up. "Please, King Broketoe the KarDragon. If my husband is to succeed, he will need your help," pleaded the Lich Lady. "What makes you think my help will be the thing that will be enough to stop the half-orcs? All I would be doing is leaving my country more vulnerable to a half-orc invasion. And even if my support was enough. What then? Your husband would now be in deep debt to me, and by the time he'd pay it back, my grandchildren would be ruling. Let him lead his armies to their second deaths," said the halfling king as he hopped off the table and walked toward the balcony. "Don't say that. If you were in his position, he would send you support. He would want to make a deal, but he would do everything he could to ensure you'd survive," said the Lich Lady as she sat up. "He wouldn't do it of his own free will. You'd have to convince him," said the king, now looking over his lands from his castle tower once again. "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" shouted the Lich Lady as she rose from her seat and started to saunter to the king. "My husband might not be the best ruler, but at least he is willing to risk his life for his ideals, his country, and the world if it means stopping a force like the one that toppled Kamo. He'd sacerfice himself if it meant things stay the way they are, instead of being completely overhauled by some green-skinned conquering emperor," said the Lich Lady. "You have too much faith in him," said the king. "You have too little," shot back the Lich Lady. "FINE! I'll...I'll send some supplies to him, but you're delivering them. You need to see each other one last time before things get worse," said the defeated king. "Thank you, King Broketoe the KarDragon," said the Lich Lady as she bowed and then left the room to get ready for the journey. Then she stopped.

"You never answered how the half-orcs brought the walls. I know Crackfoot would've sent a message saying how it happened," said the Lich Lady as she slowly turned her head. "Crackfoot never sent a message. Perhaps once you make it to the White Valleys, he'll tell you," said the king, caught off guard by the question. "Hmm. Well, maybe once we learn how the half-orcs crumbled the walls, then we could take it out before it can be used again," said the Lich Lady. "If the half-orcs made a wall destroyer, Crackfoot would've made mention of it. Since he didn't, either he doesn't know, or...divinity was involved," said the king. "Now what divine being would lower themselves to...the True God of the Chrisstens. Yes. He's the only one to lower himself to a group of monsters and beasts." Said the Lich Lady, disgusted. "If that's true. This god is real, and the Great Lion Gods will have their work cut out for them," said the king. "Indeed, however, I will remind you that our gods have more loyal followers than he does. Throughout history, his choice of...champions... is questionable at best," said the Lich Lady. She then laughed as she opened the door and left.