Here sat the royal goblin castle where the decisions of the entirety of Conflictus were decided. At one time it had five towers of teal standing tall. Now all but one had fallen; most of which had slid down the hillside and into the town, crushing several other buildings. It once had keeps that were stationed on each corner of the walled fortress. At a set of bronze doors, the only standing barbican towered over them with a cannon situated on the top. Inside the walls was a dome with a bronze top.
This place has resisted attack after attack, but the town was finally overwhelmed in the final confrontation of the Tech War. Lone Star and his forces from their nearby island swarmed the shores with the intent to reach and ransack Mendaxum. However, they found stiff resistance from the mixed forces of Conflictus and an elite team of heroes that came to assist them. Through staggering odds, they were able to repel the invaders, but not without cost. The town was scarred and the citizens felt no inspiration to repair it. Their leaders had failed them, trusting that Mendaxum would actually come to their aide. It was then that the goblin monarchy was toppled and the many races of Conflictus grew apart.
As for the state of the town in the current town, the houses and shops were made of brown stones for the walls and the houses had teal slated roofs. The buildings still had burns, singes, and smashed in every conceivable way of damage. Most of the shops had since been closed with the old local market nearby. The stands had been tipped over and the fruit had fallen on the ground, rotting with flies pouring out of them. The town sat in front of the beach that opened into a bay which had several small wooden docks built on it. Its sand was surprisingly well kept other than the few bits of scrap metal and wood, the damage caused from the same battle that hit the rest of the town. A far-off cliff exhibited more of the past scars with the rocks broken off, leaving columns of white rock standing in front of a cove under the castle. On the main drag one finds a rundown building that notably had sword slashes, bullet holes, scorch marks, and blood stains upon its walls. On top of the place was a sign that said, “Ol’ Bera”.
For now that is all I can say about this capital town. Anymore would reveal too much of the story. Hoping you like to read more.
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