The crisis was unleashed two days ago, now stuck on the table of an extinct wood, I consider my options. The first part of the plan was a complete success, in less than two months we recruited 10% of the population, mostly just pathetic humans with little magic, but those little ones were enough to gather all the magic we use for exhibitions in other towns and cities, then began to arrive those we expected, greedy warriors, eager to belong to our alliance, the so-called bloodthirsty elves were excluded for two reasons:

1.- they do not generate power, so even with the tattoos we would not get more from them than worn and low quality scrolls.

2.- we had to get rid of them, during the centuries they lived here they lost the pride of our superior race, they humiliated themselves to feel great for their money and what they could get, so if we wanted to be something different, acceptable by society, they had to be out of our ranks.

Humans with potential gave us a lot of magic, so much so that most of my guards were seen in the streets with halos of fire or moonlight, as if we were still living in the precincts of the King's Palace in Green Leaf, which made our supply of soulstones full, we began to go on expeditions to gather materials for blacksmithing or fur, because we had to offer not only power but also prizes for their obedience.

The different guilds of the Alliance, here on the coast, in front of everyone, the flag of the Alliance flies with an elegance that can only be achieved by some kind of magic, in the middle the baculum of the king, a huge orb, a soul stone so exquisite that we had to destroy the mine where it came from so that only this quality was present in it, on the right the Caparoja guild, with their stupid logo, intimidating according to them, but who could be afraid of a red cape with the embroidery of an explosion about to happen? On the left, the only ones recognized by us (the others despise them, as it suits me), "fearsome" humans, trained little by little by our skills, a black fist raised with the intention of showing their worth, the Capanegra did not come from a village on the edge of the mountain, But they were almost ready, they were powerful and the amount of magic they provided us with was impressive, but we hardly took anything from them, we needed them to be whole for what I had in mind, even among all of them a withered tree with few leaves, these were our forest elf brothers.

We chased them for many miles through the forest, as far as I know the blood elves made them go through some bitter experiences, when I finally contacted their elders they agreed to belong to our alliance, the reason for having them is the same as keeping the blood elves away, the forest elves are useful hunters but have no offensive power, magical ability or intelligence, they only exist to demonstrate that this is an inclusive alliance, for the moment is what is most convenient, or at least that seemed to be the case.

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Today in the afternoon, the largest recruiting centers are located in the city of the soft-hearted Capablanca, leader of his guild and the only one who did not accept to join the Alliance but remains neutral to it, from there comes the largest number of recruits, magic, but not this time, they came with one or two brats for whom any weapon represents more danger to them than any enemy, To this cannon fodder we give them a sword and a bronze shield, they will always be the ones to receive the frontal attack of the battles in raids, if they have not died after their first mission, then they can be trained and become a group of warriors moderately useful to my interests, the recruiters gave me the stones when those rednecks left, but there was nothing there, not a drop of magic, nothing.

Angrily I scold the misers, surely they spent the resources on some stupid exhibition! Confused, they claim not to have touched anything, but the damn coin recruiters arrive and they come loaded with magic, I call the guards to arrest these lazybones, but then representatives from other towns arrive and it is clear that something is wrong, none of the stones from 25 small and medium sized towns brought magic, I was still awake after midnight, trying to understand what had happened, it could only mean that the tattoos were not working, but if that was the case, no city should bring charged stones, and the ten cities under the protection of the caparojas had no problems, so I decided that I had to go to the city to find out what was happening.

When I arrived in the city I could not but be amazed by the garbage that they called "white city", I could see perfectly how all the dirt was absorbed in the surroundings of the magical field, this condensed it and by means of channels they gave it exit to wells organized in the outer part, I remembered that its clear and milky color was only perceptible from the outside, but when entering my eyes continued to see a little blurred, as I imagine the inferiors must feel about their problems. I extracted a stone, I had to make an exhibition, call the recruits inside their gates, make that being assembled allow me to see first hand the operation of the runes, I concentrated on achieving a low and soft voice that all users of these commercial places and made them the call to dictate the new missions, A little bit of knotty leather for the hunters, some reptile scales and insect shells for the armor of superior power, normally I paid with some minor weapons that we brought from our arsenal, but instead of my harmonious voice to travel the field, this was heard only in the normal way, a slightly shrill voice, When I looked at the crystal, I noticed that it was still charged, but no magic was going in or out, then an image appeared in the field, it was that of Capablanca as an old man (despite his ridiculous age of 50) greeting all the villagers, notice that from now on the town declares hostility to the Alliance, for all people as individuals are welcome to the blacksmith and restaurants, but the missions of the Alliance are not those of Capablanca, added that the dwarves have worked to offer exclusive weapons to those who are honorable to their people and the villages that belong to the guild . ... son of a whore! You want to declare war on me? So with the power that I represent ... that I represent from the field, mmmm cunning, I will go to him to persuade him, because I will not let an old man decide on our source of magic, you bastard Capablanca.