The Citadel

Don't get mixed up. This is the third part of the Fortress tetralogy, part one being The Acropolis and part two being Donjon. "Halt!" one of the figures shouted. The two figures appeared as if they were both villagers, but discolored as if they had some sort of skin disease. The current figure speaking had a brown jacket with blue striped trousers, and was also of a large and bulky stature. On his side, he had a sheathe which housed an iron axe, though the axe was rusted, and damaged from battle. The other figure, a bit taller and thinner, had a black robe with a gold stripe down the middle. Apart from this, he had bushy eyebrows and hard gray shoes.

"What are you doing in our lands, villager scum?" the other figure asked, aggressively.

Grigore Cheken began to stammer but eventually spat out "We came here to claim territories. We had no idea you were here. We shall vacate this area swiftly." Cheken began to turn around, though one of the figures grabbed his overcoat.

"This is our land. Villagers do not trek here," the figure whispered. "We thought that the disappearances of your kind would make you more reluctant to come here, but obviously you are much too stubborn to even notice death." The figure then began to produce off-white smoke, and a high pitched horn sound started to sound in the air.

"What are you?" questioned the Minister of Territory, Benedict Gerardine, fearfully.

The slimmer figure stared for a while, but eventually said "I am Ug Quolthos, an Evoker, a branch of Illager. He," motioning at the larger figure, "Krivbek Schlak, is a Vindicator. And apart from us, there is one more person here you cannot see. They are an illusioner." Out of nowhere, a figure in a blue garment with a cowl appeared suddenly, small smoke particles forming. On their back was a bow and quiver. The illusioner's hands seemed to be ready, as if he were on edge about something being there.

"We are not too keen about invaders from Villager country," Krivbek stated. He pulled out his old, dusty axe, and began to stroke his axe, first the hilt and then the blade.

"We shall leave," Arther Jaquise, a councilman, faltered. He started to back up, and eventually turned around and began to walk.

"No. You shall not." Ug uttered. He started a hand motion, raising them in the air casting some sort of spell. A series of fangs bursted from the ground and surrounded Arther.