[Dogged57]

IC: The empire has entered a dark period. Perhaps even a dark age. Supporting an old friend has brought us to blows against an ancient enemy, the steel men behind their iron curtain. Now, another enemy has encroached upon our lands, bringing the very skies we revere down upon us. The winged half-man of the mountains have soared off of their lofty perch, jealous of the lands held by the most civilized of nations. We shall stand against them, using our knowledge as our shield. They have taken us by surprise (due to a clerical error-the minister in charge of the negotiations has been staked to an iron rod and placed in front of the invading lightning-hurlers). We will rally and defend our lands, throwing the birdmen back into the mountains. Their pet "god" shall perish for transgressing against our people, and their shattered armies shall slink back into their nests! Our people shall burn them, purifying the lands and making it fit for a true civilization to flourish in!

OOC: Our base are belong to you.