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[das123]

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The meeting of the Prophets

In distant foothills, a large group of Sauromatian archers emerge from the cover of the dark forest. The small contingent of mounted equites rush forward to investigate. The legions of Ermor advance behind the equites with a personage of great religious power.

The Sauromatian archers are accompanied by a false prophet mounted on a tall chestnut horse and a strange woman riding a fantastic beast. A hail of arrows meet the horsemen as they charge down on the magical beast. Battle is joined...

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BTW, sorry to those of you who had sent me PMs. I didn't see them until just a few minutes ago. I've replied now.

[Renojustin]

The flower of the Ermorian cavalry and a full legion of heavy infantry lies decimated on the field; the Sauromatians begin to feed on the dead and almost-dead... emissaries are exchanged and the passage north is in the balance.

Pangaea seethes behind The Barricade, unable to reach the lush forests beyond. A daring force could easily move against Pangaea while they mass their forces in vain against the mighty, murderous defenses. In less than a season, their armies and lands may fall.

The remaining Ermorian legion mistakenly remains in the northern passage, the Augur Elders deadlocked in their useless senate, arguing the Sauromatian offer... but it is already too late. Their campfires at night seem cold, not so much driving away the darkness as accentuating it. There are no sounds of natural creatures. There is no conversation among the men. The lands are quiet as the death that stalks them.

[das123]

Hey guys,

Just letting you know I may be a little later than normal getting my turns in over the next 24 hours. Busy at work along with a big rugby game here in Australia.

[Dragar]

Rugby? Bah, what do you live in Queensland or something??

I've got to say, this game has been speeding along at a great rate, good job everyone.

[das123]

Dragar said:
Rugby? Bah, what do you live in Queensland or something??

Spot on, Dragar. Go the Maroons!

[das123]

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THE SAUROMATIAN ADVANCE

Along the southern spine of the mountains beyond the waters, two Sauromatian armies converge and decimate a peaceful Ermorian township. The local troops battle valiantly, a lucky arrow striking one of the Sauromatian magicians - killing her instantly. But alas, the weight of numbers is too great and the flesh eaters and undead march steadily onward taking the village and surrounding lands. The thin pass to the Northern lands is now within visual range of the evil Sauromatians.

The question is, will the other kingdoms see the threat and send much needed aid to Ermor, or will they let the Kingdom of Shroud fall and let through the Sauromatian hordes.

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Really enjoying the game guys. Learned a lot already from how Renojustin is playing that I haven't been able to pick up in single player. Great stuff.

[Rorschach]

Abysians posted on top of Smouldercone spot Sauromatians crawling through the southern woods. They have obviously lost their bearings and we trust they will turn back from whence they came.

[das123]

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SAUROMATIAN ARROWS

The full might of Sauromatias main armies converge on the northern pass. In the pass itself are the cream of the Ermorian troops to hold off the attackers. One of the Ermorian priests sacrifices a pig to check the entrails for guidance. His interpretation is 'Don't sit and await death - go and greet it'. So the holding force makes the rash decision to strike southward into the heart of the Sauromatian lands.

Unfortunately, the road south is now held by masses of Sauromatian flesh eating archers, cavalry, 3 Witch Kings, a Warrior Sorceress and myriad other commanders and magicians. The battle doesn't last long and afterwards the bloody field is strewn with the mutilated bodies of Ermor's finest veteran legions.

A black day in the history of mighty Ermor.

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[Renojustin]

The slaughter complete, the archers drag the bodies of their slain foemen to the Blackest Cauldron for the great feast. A raucous, drunken night of revelry and naked limbo ensues. Speaking of Pangaea...

Slave girls wade in the camp ditches to freshen their masters' arrows for the seething hordes of the dirty, dirty naked women of Pangaea. And the hair, oh Weeping One, the hair. Too much hair, and in terrible, unnatural places. Even the swamp women at least braid their underarm and groin growths, but the maenads seem to be wearing kilts...

All of Sauromatia laughs as they come to the realization that the wild people have halted their expansions only to flail their armies uselessly at the awesome defenses of the swamplands. And so obvious! To amass 300 "troops" in one place, their entire military, over several months; the Celestial General would weep along with Gazebo if he knew. What a target! The wild people are only falling farther behind the times - no amount of research will draw them abreast of the mighty and destructive spellhymns of Gazebo!

The Weeping One wonders... does no one else play the great game with their neighbors? And also, how do they expect to reign ascendant as Pantokrator if not by climbing the stacked bodies of their rivals?

[rtyffg]

The Spirit of Forest wonders at words of the Weeping One, and thinks about does scouts of the swamps not even know, how to count? Or did a victory just made enemy three times more numerous in their sight? The Spirit mourns about eaten people of the forest and wants revenge.
But one thing is to be said to everyone - the Weeping One wants an ascendency so much, that even considers itself way higher, than rivals.
Both wars, that swamp dwellers started were declared at the same time, as their armies attacked, so any neighbour of them can expect attack, maybe even when their words say cease fire.