Why hadn't he thought of bringing administrative officials to handle the details of occupying several dwarven cities? Soldiers and sorcerers ruled Magrad and the two other cities he had conquered, and the dwarves worked tirelessly to produce the armor and swords needed to supply his army with the protection and offensive power required to combat the elves. A smile crept over King Braxion's face as he thought of smashing the elven army, and crushing their beautiful faces into splinters of bone and blood. How he hated their haughty smirks and silent sneers. Especially the dark elf that had visited Trikar so many years ago. Jolrath...that demon deserved a dagger plunged up his nostrils. The way he had dared to look at Queen Marinel still made him furious at the handsome, devilish elf. But it was still early in the building of the empire, and the dark elves had come to him promising a power over the high elves. He supposed he would have to stay his wrath for a time... But he vowed that after the draenyx army broke through the elven walls on the border with Yhalan, nothing would stop him from plundering the elven capitol and murdering all who stood in his way.
