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My friends, it has often been said that I like war. Friends, I like war. No, friends, I love war!
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I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats. Wars across continents, in clusters, in church radius', grasslands, profiles, PnP's, I love every act of war that can occur upon this game. I love nuking the enemy to smithereens with paladins holding Thogard's across the lines of battle.
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My heart leaps with joy whenever a player is tossed high into the air and left to dry as their tribe is too busy supporting others in power to support those in need, and there is nothing like a duke requesting support because he thinks all of the fakes unto him are actually real and that he is a threat. The feeling that comes when a player runs screaming from his tribe only to be mowed down by nukes for being a refugee, is such an exquisite feeling.
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The sight of deserters being strung up in the externals is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by rim jockies of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by nuke after nuke for no reason at all! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stands with nothing but defense troops, only to have their village smashed to atoms piece by piece by catapult nukes, I'm in ecstasy.
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I love it when my enemies forces are ravaged by front line fighters. It's so sad to see villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste.
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Gentlemen, all I ask for is war. A war so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with iron, and lightning, and fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this Earth?!
Very well. Then krieg is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who oppose us with our might. But, after enduring a week wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple, "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient. We need a decent war!
We are but a single battalion, the remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a 45 strong. However, I believe that each of our old warriors is worth a thousand of their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men!
It is time for them to awake, the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie restless. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our boots make against their throats. We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy.
I have brought you all back just as we all promised that we would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved war! At last, the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill!
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And so it came to pass that those who had gathered before a painted line of spears found themselves reunited before the real thing. On one side, the few men and women who stand against the larger force. On the other side, 46 members of a family tribe that doesn't like the back foot.
All is ready; the players prepare to take the stage, and the curtain rises over this Walpurgis Dawn!
The tribe Fight Fire with Fire (FFF)
Officially declares (after 3 days) on the family tribe
Storm Cloaks (-SC- & - SC -).
Officially declares (after 3 days) on the family tribe
Storm Cloaks (-SC- & - SC -).
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