Woken up in the middle of the night.

"-honey, wake up!" You mother pleas as she shakes you.

Your spring up as you hear bells banging loudly outside the confines of your mother's large bedchamber, deciphering the signals, Trupia's outer fortifications is under attack.

"Mom, what's happening?" You mumble as you scramble to get off the bed, your eyes still heavy.

"Get armored-" Banging on the door, the properties of the bang and their sequence signalling a trusted elite guard. Your mother runs to the large double doors and recites the incantation, magically commanding them to open.

Standing there, a busty lamia covered in steel platings, wielding a long spear, "Lady Delilah, the Balwoods of the Ath Grove Forest of The South have sent us messages with their flying couriers, Queen Faylen has been captured!" she finishes, panting.

"Who is attacking our city?" Delilah demands.

"An alliance of High Orcs and Goblins."

Turning to you, "I must go, get ready, and rally the defenders atop the walls." leaning in to kiss you on the lips as you struggle with the straps and strings of your armor, "Good luck, King {firstname}."

"Good luck, mom."

Goblins may be weak and stupid, but High Orcs are anything but.

High Orcs are essentially a mix of Genesiths and various races of Orcs, and their numbers have grown large in recent centuries, large enough to field armies of them.

Not only are they exceptionally strong and durable, with significantly greater stamina than Humans and even Elves, but High Orcs are intelligent, intelligent enough to wield magic, strategize, and understand advanced mathematics, allowing them to construct advanced siege engines and execute advanced siege techniques.

Sheathing your legendary sword, you leave.