First contact with the other tribe was bloody, cruel, and filled with violence. They came at night, surprising them, and killing many of the guards Setsua put in place in a matter of moments. Then they turned on the laborers, and it became a sport of seeing just how many of the wood workers they could capture, and drag off into the forest with nets. He tried, he really did, but it was difficult in the darkness, and there were so many of them. At the end of it all, he couldn't do anything, and instead, he ran with the others, hoping to flee the nets of these savage attackers. 

The Sun brought with it the safety of knowing that it was all over, but in reality, it had only just begun. Looking over the ruins of the recently built outpost, Setsua feldt within himself a deep seated anger, an animal that would not be refused. A messenger was sent, to tell of this attack, and to make the call for warriors.

War was on the horizon. 

Setsua of course was given command of the army. It was a loose conglomeration of soldiers, taken from different villages with their own specialties. Some men held spears, some swords, others axes, slings, and more commonly, farm tools or bricks. A small handful were professional soldiers, guards or perhaps even adventurers answering the call, outfitted in armor, armed to the teeth, and hungry for battle. These were his tools, and Setsua had to use them in such a way that would ensure victory, or be faced with a crippling defeat. That wasn't going to happen, not again. 

Making the trek out into the wilderness, he entrusted the renewal and further administrative duties of the new outpost to a noble his father trusted for the job. Hopefully he did well, as Setsua was going to need those resources very soon. 

Along the way they would meet with hunting parties. Some were quick enough to get away, while others felt the vengeful fury of Setsua's blade as it plunged into their chests. All the death in the world wouldn't suppress the screams he still heard in his dreams, but at the very least it allowed him some comfort knowing that they were being avenged. It was not until they came upon the first city of what he recently learned was the Den'suma country, that the war was going to be especially brutal for them. 

Outside of those walls was a gathering of the savages, tall like them, with the same grey skin and all white eyes, even their clothing of leather, skins and furs were similar to their own, but they knew there were greater differences than what was on the surface. Those Goliaths were the ones who attacked without provocation, killing and capturing anyone they could get their hands on, taking no mercy at all. For Setsua and his people, these neighbors might have well been demons in disguise, and it was their duty to slay them in kind. While he wanted nothing more than to kill them here and now, he knew that patience was required, and so took a different plan into action. 

His army embedded themselves into the forest, separating his army into various groups to be headed by his lieutenants. Using this separation, he intended on starving them out, killing whomever decided to venture into the forest, and denying them the hunted meat they so desperately hungered for. If they wished to eat, they would have to risk their lives for it, and Setsua intended on making sure that none of these monsters made it out of this forest alive.