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Strategus => Diplomacy => Topic started by: Braeden on August 01, 2012, 10:36:58 pm
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They were tired, weak and weary; overburdened and underarmed. Their home was gone, and with it much of their purpose. The great and promised war would never come. Dominion and victory, that had been the promise, but that promise was broken. Hope had long since abandoned them, as they sat around the dying campfires. These were many men, strong men, but they had not yet tasted battle and were already broken. They had not taken the field, but they were already lost.
Braeden knew this. His leadership had failed them, or rather his lack thereof. He was tired as well, his fire only embers, yet some remnant of that former heat remained. No, he thought, as he looked out at what remained of his Imperium, no this would not be the end. It was not meet that these brave men who had come so far would die of starvation and cold in the snow of the north. They would die as they deserved, with blood on their hands and clothes. It was not much, but it was what he had to offer.
He turned to his scouts, smiling as they had not seen in since winter broke.
"Find us a target. We're going to need supplies. Its time for us to go home."
It was time to die.
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May Armagan have mercy upon your souls.
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Ill see if I can rally more men my lord
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The village slumbered.
"Kill all who stand against us, but spare those that flee. These are not our people, but we bear them no hate. They simply have what we need for our journey home."
The cavalry commander knew that his was the last ride he would make. It might well be the last ride of his entire people. From a small, scattered tribe, he had watched his people grow strong and proud, a founding part of the once mighty Imperium. Now things had fallen again, apathy and lack of an enemy had weakened the will of not just his tribe, but the entire Imperium with them. Once touted as "the fierce Spirit of the Imperium", his tribe had grown lazy and tired. For the Sarmatians, this last gasp to return to the plains would spell rejuvenation or utter collapse. There was little glory in the taking of supplies from this small, picturesque village, but it was necessary, and might be just the thing to bring his people to their battle-lust once more.
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silly peasents insta retreating :(
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The Imperium's Last Retreat.
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:-}
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amazing raid :)
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We can always make a comeback!
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YOU GUYS ARE ALIVE
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FOREVER!
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YOU GUYS ARE ALIVE
No we're really really dead. Hence the last and such.
I was going to write out the full events, but since it ended with neither Kophka or I being online to hire people for a battle, I kind of lost my desire to write it up.