She could hear the tiny droplets of rain rapping against the cover stretched above her horse-driven carriage, imagined liquid snakes trickling sluggishly down leather and wood and metal before tacitly dissolving into nothingness. It helped her relax, cleared her mind so it could be free of doubt or hesitation. The mission she had embarked upon was as peculiar as the one who offered it to her - a flimsy-looking man with a disturbingly powerful vision. She had not believed him until she saw for herself that which he had united, and even then.. she could not shake off the feeling that she was being used, but did she truly have any other choice? This world seldom gave her any.
"What do you think, Natasha?" Dokis speaks to the other warlady, her old friend and companion. She had asked her to ride in the same carriage so they could discuss plans across the long journey.
"This Solfather.. he spoke of unity and acceptance, and yet he sent us here in the first line, with not much assistance. There was talk that a male warlord would join us, but I haven't seen any trace of him," she sighs, fiddling with her furs. This land was much warmer than what she had grown used to.
"Will he even come?" she paused for a while after that talk, listening to the marching songs shouted by the men that were with them. Her outcasts were familiarly silent. They were fighting on the same side, and yet they were so different..
too different. The danger was present as much within as it was outside.
But when was it ever easy?
She rose as the road came to an end, at least Dokis' journey - her headquarters, this tattered map told, were situated between Natasha's and the place where the other warlord was supposed to be. She set foot in the valley and had a look around, darkly sniffing the humid air. She turned around to the other.
"This land.. we will make it ours," she said with conviction,
"Good luck to you, my friend. Keep in touch, I will do the same," she smiled faintly, pulling Natasha into a short, but firm comradely embrace before letting her and her people depart when she desired.
Dokis made her way inside the headquarters, a wooden fort with not much to its name. She set the map on a table in the centre of the war room before turning to inspect her troops - at least they were taking out their aggressions in sparring, turning it into something productive. No speeches or formalities were needed - these men and outcasts were not used to them, and neither was she. Dokis stepped outside and encountered Mysha, her lieutenant, her berserker. "Mistress? We are ready, what shall I tell the troops?" she inquired.
"You know how we handle unknown terrain," Dokis replied.
"Scouting comes first. Split them into groups - one made outcasts, one made of men. Let each one be led by a hunter, the rest are escort. Explore the lands around us and get back to me with any valuable information. Tell them not to engage any enemies unless absolutely necessary - we are not ready for all-out combat yet," she ordered, having decided that splitting them up will prevent in-fighting, as much as it was possible.
Mysha nodded, and went off with the orders, leaving Dokis to turn her attention to their chief craftsman, Tarn - a man from the Blue Chest tribe, it would seem. His work on the headquarters was solid, strong. She was satisfied.
"I want you to build a farm and get it functional before seven suns set," she told him, offering him access to supply carts and everything else he required. Then she went back into the fort and sat down at the desk, her gaze lingering on the map of this strange new land.
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
((Consider these the actual orders, gameplay-wise.))
Total number of troops:3 Builders; 4 Workers; 5 Soldiers; 2 Survivalist; 1 Champion
Squad 1 - 1 Survivalist, 3 Soldiers
Orders: Scout C10
Squad 2 - 1 Survivalist, 2 Soldiers; 1 Champion
Orders: Scout D10
Squad 3 - 1 Builder, 3 Workers
Orders: Build Farm in D11