The population is restless, every day they have seen changes in the color of the field surrounding the city, the notices placed in every corner of the city warn of a new use of the field, the cleaning fields have failed a bit, but no one knows the real reasons why this has happened, today, after months and months of preparation, I must begin my part of the plan.
It's been almost a year since the elves returned, at first I saw it with horror, the elves in almost all the treaties I read talk about massacres, raids, slaves, the destruction of entire cultures, recently I asked my most rebellious member to infiltrate, the results of his investigations convinced me that besides everything I knew now I had reasons to hate them, they recruited humans, they tattooed them like cattle, some marks that for most only mean a lot of money for fulfilling missions that seem unimportant to them. .. The reality is that from the first day they came here I realized that this rune had something to do with it, it was not possible that they trusted them just like that, the recruitment centers that were set up here disturbed my field, it was not much, a few destabilizing movements, but that was only until I received a contact from what they now call "dark forces", But it didn't seem to me that they were looking for anything from us, in fact they came to offer me guidance about the elves, some information that I had to confirm (apparently I wasn't to trust just because they didn't kill my emissary), that was the origin of the first changes, but now that I know, I change to give a total rejection to this betrayal of society that they call alliance.
From the top of the tower I can see everything, now with the filters in my field I can see the thin lines of power, they are very thin because they come from small magicians or from simple people with limited magical potential, everything was concentrated in the same recruitment centers, that's garbage, they exploit them, take out their potential as if they were mines, it doesn't surprise me all the power they show, I knew they didn't have regenerative power and I wondered how they faced the fact of constantly consuming resources for this stupid campaign to hunt the Darklord, I am the first one who hates the title but I recognize that it will be necessary, my people are very impressionable and when I tell them that someone with great power will help them get what they are looking for, most would be plagued by greed, I hope to teach them that they have to work for what they long for, but now we need a lot so that this city does not end up as a mine of people.
Then through contact with the other towns my allies Capablanca, after explaining what is happening most were horrified, feeling their support reminded me that my secretary is not the only one, nor are they treacherous, at least not with me, training them took me more than two months, most understood the concept, of course, but that's not important, some had not even seen members of this alliance, It was extensive, some even traveled here to see it, after that all that was left was to work, under the pretext of protecting the villagers from the hordes of undead, we warned that we will improve the protection, at least I did the first time, but tomorrow will be the time, the lines of runes were understood by all, the concept was accepted, but I still lacked the hardest part.
The night passes slowly, this is just another routine for me, since the crisis with the murderous dead the night was a time of peace, the multicolored field that protects you dear city will not be limited for the obvious enemies, if not for those who play with the ambitions of your citizens, my biggest concern is the risk posed by the clans of the largest guild of all Green Leaf, the same that only want power, the wolves have many people involved in the alliance, So for this to work I have worked a lot with the dwarves of my home, each forge has shone at night, each weapon, designed by them, with my specifications, only in this way we could work, they appreciate very little to their king, who according to history was killed and his descendants enslaved, none of this we can prove, but I will not have time to do it, since it is known this morning that nothing works, everything will be chaos.
At six o'clock the ovens of the bakeries begin, a little later the stench of the slaughterhouses and the noise of the various carriages with visitors, merchants, not forgetting the numerous adventurers returning from their journeys in the lower levels of the dark forest, distinguished by the garbage of their equipment, The ones who interest me, the ones who will know if this operation is a failure or not, are the others who arrive after noon, with their elven weapons gleaming, their armor protected by impressive enchantments for wearers of such low skill, but it is not yet time, not yet.
The recruitment centers are run by humans, so they don't notice the soulstones, those precious gems the elves use to store magic, in larger quantities than one or two of the little mages who play at being adventurers, but no more, there is no food to accept, none of the warriors or soldiers of this alliance will send magic, no one in my city will do it, at least not within the walls of my power, we do this in every city, while everyone ran after the most visible enemy, my colleague Capablanca elaborated powerful defenses that, as in this city, will prevent any attack or retaliation.
As the city began to enjoy what was called "happy hour," as the adventurers had drunk enough to show off their skills, most of them using enchanted weapons, I didn't mind charging their runes, it was something I couldn't avoid, until now. While on the esplanade, some of those who had timidly arrived at the planices began to use explosions of fire and ice, the experienced ones kept to the reserve, as it was not necessary to show off skills, armor capable of withstanding the impact of cutting weapons, the exhibitions continued until a paladin, one of those their faith commands them to do so, After these crazy years I have lived, I think I would rather forgive a crazy warrior of the plains who kills for the rewards or the beauty of the battle than for some "something" that only he sees tells him who is worthy to be killed or not. The fat paladin had been shaking his head for a long time, in his little mind he was probably drunker than the rest of his group, of power, of decisions, the point is that he wanted to prove that his god Phaladine was so powerful.
Not knowing that his mace had elven runes and not ecclesiastical ones, that the runes have the power to strike and shatter bones, he charged with a prayer, the square has several strikes on the stone, the same that the clans pay to always have to show their skill, but that did not happen, a great two-handed mace of pure iron bounced with a dull clang, suddenly no show was so applauded, all except those fighting at his side, A great two-handed mace, of the purest iron, struck with a dull clang, suddenly no show was so applauded, all mocked him, except those who fought at his side, who by seeing him eliminate vermin in the mountains recognized that he was a mad zealot, but a very powerful one, the murmur of them will be accompanied by the murmur of many. By the end of the day, when the recruiters return to their tents and the elves have not received their reward, they will come, by then they will know what I have proposed, but by then everything else will be ready, mine will be the first city to turn against the Alliance, the rest of my guild will follow these steps, but only mine will be neutral to the people of Lilith for the time being, if he proves right, then the danger we face will be so great that not even the worst of the Elven Age will compare to it.