Cloaked Emperor

Talis is the newest nation to join the Trakhatan banner. It was only a matter of time. Their borders had long been weakened by relentless attacks, and frankly, their infantry was no match for the warriors of the Red Empire.

Emperor Murata came to personally inspect the latest addition to his map. He did so with only his most trusted advisors and high-ranking officials familiar with the matter. To the public, he is currently campaigning in the west. He has left this matter to his right-hand man, General Ruvaen. He prefers to deal with this "youngest son" of Trakhatan first. Murata is a very practical man and would like to see what he is working on before implementing any policy.

He's an invincible man, so he doesn't need envoys on this solo journey. He walks through the bustling markets of Talis's capital, Antum, and observes his people.

Murata pulls his hood up to better hide his face, though the scent of power emanating from him is still palpable, while the wisest of them step aside and make way. The man towers over most. Only beasts and hybrids surpass him in height. In power, none.

Antum is certainly lively. It's a commercial hub. Trakhatan will profit greatly, he can imagine. He smells the spices, touches the fabrics, and descends through a door that leads to the black market.

It's number one on his list whenever he visits a new area. To conquer a land, one must know its weak points. The man weaves through the crowd in the darkened area, observing the goods and people. Potions, slaves, antiques, relics, weapons. His sharp eyes glow beneath his hood.