[Soladaak]

Finally reaching the city gates of Tizt, the capital was nothing but a glorious settlement, build from the hands of the drakes. Huge stone walls with a few hundred guards scouting forward from above. Legions of Drakes marching and standing to the ready, their footsteps all pitched to a solid tune as armour clicked and chimed. Spears rising into the air and shields held firm. The guards at the gates immediately identified the Ragr brethren and gave them passage into the city. Voices were heard here and there. "Mummy those soldiers are from Ragr, aren't they?" A child spoke up to her mother, hiding behind the robes that cloaked her body. "Yes Furn, they are, and they are the most glorious soldiers in all the land." The mother replied, looking up at mounted soldiers. Soladaak overheard the conversation and tilted his head to the child to which it smiled and had a few seconds to enjoy that Soladaak took his time to notice. 

As the unit came to a hold, the wildebeest panting and gruffing in exhaustion as the journey was a large one. A voice was heard again but very near, Soladaak looked down from his mount to glimpse eyes on a Ork messenger. "Excuse me would you kindly point me to your leaders residence, I have a message from my war chief." The messenger announced. Soladaak looked to the front of the unit. "Ammok! There's a Ork messenger here for you!" Soladaak alerted. From out of the dust kicked up by the wildebeests came Ammok, the guard chief which since the war came along has become the commander of the unit from Ragr. He was a strong and fierce looking Drake which is what all the commanders seemed to uphold physically. Only the strongest become commanders of their garrisons. "Ragr, you may dismount, put your mounts in the stables for resting as they will need their energy in battle, take your time and do what you like but when the horn sounds for assembly I expect you to be saddled up and at the assembly point on the double!" Ammok commanded. The unit dismounted and started organising their equipment on the wildebeest before taking them to the stables.

 "Ork messenger, follow me. Azarth has been expecting you." Ammok looked down on the Ork. Drakes were always a tall race, tall and strong, ready for anything and always vigilant about it. Ammok and the Ork messenger squeezed through soldier or civilian, their was a lot of activity in Tizt and for good reason. They finally reached the inner gates which lead to Azarths inner fortress. "Halt!, I am know well of who you are Ammok but who is this Ork stranger you bring with you?" The guard questioned, putting a hand to Ammok's chest. Ammok looked down at the hand on his chest and flipped the guards arm behind his back. "He is Razgar's messenger you fool and if you know who I am you wouldn't be so disrespectful and let me through!" And with that Ammok pushed the guard forward. "Let them in!" The guard shouted looking pretty embarrassed in himself.

 The inner fortress was a mighty structure build from huge stone blocks, you had to bend your back and look up at it to get the full picture. "I hope you like steps Ork." Ammok laughed. After reaching the top of the fortress and entering the throne room which had twenty guards in total and was dimly lit. Azarth was a huge Drake, mighty and strong but not ill-tempered and quite intelligent. The right ruler for the Drakes as most Drakes are quite short-tempered and abusive under the wrong command. Azarth has just finished talking to a commander from another settlement. Ammok seemed to know this particular Drake. As this Drake turned away from Azarth in completed conversation his eyes glowed at Ammok. "Ammok! I havn't seen you in what would seem years my old friend!" The Drake cheered. "I know, I know times are now in our favour. I will battle alongside you Brother." Ammok and what would now seem his relation had took arm and arm, a strong non shaken hand shake. A sign of respect in the Drake society. As Ammok's relation had left the throne room; Azarth laid eyes on the Ork. "You bring me a messenger Ammok?" Azarth asked. "I do my king. Go ahead." He replied and nudged the Ork Messenger.