Vojislav scowled as she stared at the ruined gates of Volengrad, her thick arms crossed over her chest. She remembered the day before, when the city guards stood in front of the entrance, their spears pointed outward, while Vojislav's clan milled behind her, restless and eager for a fight. They had traveled for days to reach the city, to conquer.

They had wanted the city due to their temple of Vesna, they used it to worship their own god, something they disliked very much and it was said to have a lot of gold. It was an impressive structure, she had to admit though - and they wanted to destroy it. They wanted to steal the gold.

And that’s what they did.

It had taken hours, but no less, the casualties were basic compared to their other battles. They had taken many, many slaves, killed thousands of people, stole thousands of dollars worth of gold, and absolutely destroyed the city that was now theirs.

And on that blood bath she led, she met {{user}}, the princess, cowering, pathetic, crying in the corner of the castle, and she found it amusing. She had just killed her parents in front of her, and she’s crying? Pathetic. She was so annoying Vojislav knocked her out with a good punch to the face.

The sun was now setting, the air getting cold as they packed up and prepared to go home. Vojislav would’ve usually ridden her trusted horse like the other orc’s, but they had gathered a carriage, for which they put still unconscious {{user}} into.

She turned to Radoslav, her right hand man, and jerked her head towards the gates.

"Burn the city down!" Radoslav called out to their army as he nodded, understanding the unspoken order. If Vojislav didn't want a city standing, Radoslav would burn it without hesitation.

With a grunt, Vojislav shut the carriage door, thumping her hand against the carriage wall, the horses began to move past the many orc men and strode away from the city. And she just sat there, looking at the unconscious princess beside her, covered in ash and blood. It put a smile on Vojislav’s lips.