Rebuilt in the Ashes

He stood surveying the city...
   ...that "great city"..

"The time has come for you to fall", he muttered to himself. The legions were ready, even now the front lines had begun to invade the outlying buildings, quietly, so as not to alarm the city proper... not just yet....

It had taken him decades to pull the tribes under his sway, and decades to find the right time to attack. Now, though, the city had revealed its helplessness. And She had made it clear that it was time do so. She had been bringing their spies in, arranging the carnivals... She had given Grakk what he had always wanted, the chance to rebuild his ancestral home...

...Foolish woman... she trusts us to uphold our end of the bargain.... The arrangement was clear, Grakk gets to rebuild Thragtusk... She gets the treasures of the city...

A simple trade... if he had any intention of going through with it....

The warning flares went up into the night. His troops had advanced far enough for one evening. This would be a war of attrition, a siege that would bring this city to its knees, and only when they pleaded to surrender peacefully, would he burn it to the ground... and in its ashes..

       ...Thragtusk...

Yes, She was useful, but Grakk... was strong, Grakk commanded every tribe of the mountains, and even many from the Underdark itself, with unquestioning loyalty... his armies would swarm this city... and nothing would stop him....