Cilarnen Volpiril took a stroll down the single cobblestone street of his Level 1 Capital City, heading towards his tower. He looked around at the landscape as it steeply sloped across the hex. He and his city had popped together, and though the city wasn't much to look at yet, it had a lot of possibilities. He looked to his left and saw the possibility of a great steepled library, filled with books about sides, tactics, and caster disciplines. Looking to his right, he could see the possibility of a barracks for his soon-to-be soldiers. And ahead, he saw his currently grand Bong Tower rise from the garrison building, rounded with a tapering top and a broad railed spiral staircase wrapping its way around the outside. Grinning to himself, he entered the garrison and moved immediately to the stairs that led up the outside of the tower, wishing to view his domain. It didn't take much of his time to manage his small city, and there wasn't much to see in it, yet. But, as he told Father Bellum, he had great plans for Armethalieh as a city and as a side. As he climbed, he continued to imagine possibilities. A grand wall of yellow stone would one day rise around the hex, defending the city and its inhabitants from all attackers. Within it, a smaller inner wall, also of the yellow stone of these hills, would protect the inner keep that was the garrison. Between the walls, Overlord Volpiril (he couldn't help but laugh to himself at the idea that he had such a grand sounding title for such small demesnes, but he supposed he would grow into it) imagined a variety of buildings. Storehouses, libraries, barracks, banks, all built with smaller versions of the Bong Tower, all containing bells designed to ring whenever the main bell of Bong Tower rang. For now, Armethalieh was the City of the Bell, but one day Cilarnen imagined that it would be known as Armethalieh the Golden, City of 1000 Bells.
Finally reaching the top of the tower, he looked out at the surrounding territory. He'd considered going out to look at the territory himself, but he knew it would be too dangerous for a ruler to risk his entire side for an unescorted trip. Shortly after he'd popped, he'd looked into a mirror to see his own Signamancy, and he knew he was no more a warrior than Father Bellum was. His narrow shoulders and long fingers suggested an archer or musician, which suited him well, he supposed. His dark skin revealed his enjoyment of time in the sun...perhaps the reason his office in the garrison had such large windows and why he felt so comfortable on this wrap-around viewing platform at the top of Bong Tower. He saw the easy smile in the mirror and thought he might be a cheerful ruler, one that worked well with his warlords and spoke to them kindly. He'd tried living up to that so far. But, he also knew that as a ruler he had to take some chances with his units, or his side would be sure to fall to another side willing to take chances that he wasn't. He glanced down and smiled again at his robes of office, red and orange with a burnt orange cape. He couldn't help but think the regal-looking outfit suited him, even if he wasn't truly royal. He was, at least, Titans-Touched, he knew. Touched by a specific Titan whose name he did not know. And, he knew he would do his best to be truly worthy of the Titan's favor.