The sun had finally set upon New Sungetche this day. Its walls lay reduced to rubble by siege equipment, and the arrow riddled corpses of many a man populated the battlements.
Deltah stood in the courtyard, finding himself yet again in the familiar scene of devastation. Dolphinicus, a young Draculian lieutenant approached him, covered in the blood of many, with a look in his eyes that Deltah knew all too well. "At ease, Draculmancer," said Deltah. "I know the kinds of things you have done today. Be eat ease with yourself. This is your castle now for the time being. Make yourself at home. Eat, drink,and have your way with the ladies." "Thank you lord, but I merely wish to continue my work" replied the lieutenant. "What would you have me do?" Deltah smiled at the mans ethic. "You see those fires up there, atop the keep? I want them to burn with the same fervor as was with the men who fought and died for this miserable hunk of rock."
It's been said from that night on that the brilliant flames of New Sungetche could be seen from every corner of Calradia.
