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December 13th, 2006, 06:32 PM
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Re: Mid Era, fiddled version of Orania
He drinks deeply of the crisp, cool air at the peak of the mighy iron fortress of Ulm.
"Victory!" he proclaims over the rolling mountain peaks and green valleys. All the power of ulmish industry is now *his* to command, the prophet of the True God, Knife Bright Insight!
At this moment, a voice roars from the clear air.
--Prophet! Return thou eastward with dispatch! The vile forces of the false God of R'lyeh march to our very gates!--
A moment later the voice is gone.
The prophet cries out in rage. He pulverizes a bit of stone from the damaged battlement in a black gloved fist. "Centurion!"
"Yes, mighty one?"
"The legions march eastward. R'lyeh is preparing to lay siege to the capital."
The centurion stammers, "but, lord, we have all but finished off Ulm..."
"God has commanded this, and we shall obey."
The centurion bows his head. "It shall be as you say, Lord."
Saluting, the lord of the legion heads for the stairwell back into the mighty fortress of Ulm, and bellows for his century. "Praetorians! On your feet! We march!"
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