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Solian Round 2, not quite as impressive in terms of sheer numbers of troops (200 or so per side instead of 400). Still pretty impressive, though.

What's funny is, in both battles, hardly any melee happened; its just exchanging mage and archer fire. Strength of Giants hardly seems worth it, when that COULD'VE been another Blade Wind/Magma Eruption. (Legions of Steel, though, still worth it).

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I'm quite surprise of my situation, with such a small army, i managed to resist more than i expected. And i'm back now.
I fall in love with Caelum nation, and i'll never take that pretender again with them XD

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This battle was fatally misplanned on my part. For future reference, don't put your unarmoured mages directly in front of a mob of lightly armoured troops when blade winds are being thrown about. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/frown.gif

Even the archer fire was relatively irrelevant compared to the sheer hurt being passed about with those evocations.

Yup, you were well-positioned to counter every one of my tricks, and I could only counter one of your tricks (mammoths), so I had to rely on raw economic power and attrition. Which was working, until Vanheim fell too quickly and ruined everything!

By the way, I'm surprised you never tried raiding my territory. If you had gone hopping about with a handful of fliers through my minimally defended farmland, I would have had a tough time dealing with that.

Caelum is a lot of fun. What was wrong with the pretender, though?

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*Gasp* The tide of war seems to turn when those two false gods are entering my realm!

And Pangea... Is it right to send naked women into battle?

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Is it right to attack naked women on a battlefield ?

If you do not want to harm them, it's rather easy. Flee, and give us the thing that casted wrath of god. They told me they needed a plaything before returning home !

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Hmmm, good question... who's the one to blame: the one that sent them on the battlefield or the one that killed them on the battlefield? Perhaps the Stone Oracles of Agartha know the answer... but I think everyone entering a battlefield knows that he/she could get into trouble.

So, if Pangea and the noble apes promise to stop their attack, withdraw from the lands of Shinumaya and swear not go to war with Shinuyama again, we might overthink the Wrath of God.

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Then I will use the second solution I have, burn every of your mage until I find the caster. I know what and where is the thing that casted that spell, and the reason why you just will not give it. I'll have to go look for it myself, along with all your researching mages, and since it has both astral and air magic, I'm left with no choice but annihilating you, or dying in the attempt.

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I vote for the "dying in the attempt".

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Damn.

Speak of bad luck! Jolkuna routs everyone on the battlefield. But before all enemies have left th field she routs herself because of turn limit 50 and dies due to being surrounded by enemy provinces!

You will pay for this Agartha! Grrrr... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/evil.gif

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Tomaso del Monferrada rode wearily across the Umidor coastline, the churning of the Whirling Sea sounding static in his mind. Where had it all gone wrong? Had he not lived in state of grace? Had not the Church itself? Sure, there was the occasional heretic or apostate, but they were always dealt with thoroughly. The Church remained pure. What, then, could explain the defeats in Solian? How could they have been brought low by the cold, unfashionable peasants of Ulm?

Suddenly the churning stopped. Startled out of his thoughts, Tomaso turned to stare at the ocean. Spirited waves no longer disturbed its surface, and Tomaso almost felt that it was mourning a great loss. Or maybe it was a sense of relief?

Tomaso watched the placid sea for moments longer, before turning his steed from the coast. The ocean may have found its rest, but the chivalrous man knows no leisure. This was a test, Tomaso decided, a test of faith. Marignon was not yet dead, and neither was the Church. So long as Tomaso lived, so long as the Lady Flonne watched over him, he would maintain his faith. He would see the fight through. So long as he lived, Marignon would never die.