The Aggregate Alliance

[Rhalzo]

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This is beautiful. I can't stop looking at it. Zulu warriors assemble!

[Lumetta]

I made the Mother dickship for your server too

[Huey Newton]

Joe was fucking with his favorite Champion Courser when the door to his glorious Sex Palace burst open. A mere Rouncey, a simple working horse, strode into the gilded hall. He wore a flowing heraldic coat, on which was sewn the glorious seal of Free Companies of Calradia.

"Sire," he said, his eyes nervous and cast down, away from the glorious debaucher before him. "Sire, I have news of an alliance between neighboring factions.

"I am with my mistress!" Joe cried, still thrusting. Sweat from the bestial duo dripped audibly onto the gold-tiled floor. "Can't you see that I'm busy? Fuck off!"

"Y-yes my lord. I'll just tell them you're b-busy I guess."

"Tell them the usual," Joe grunted. "It's signed, etc."

The doors burst open again. In strode a red haired woman, beautiful but stern of face. She wore the finest of Plus Three Cavalry Robes. She looked from the Rouncey to Joe, then grimaced, pushing past the anxious messenger. "Joe, Jesus Christ, stop."

"What do you mean by this, Kesh? Bursting into my hall--"

"Oh my God, just stop. You delusional fuck. Just get out of the 'Sex Palace' and get to work. We need you to go south to boot CHAOS nerds to EU."

"Oh... Ok." He looked down at the panting Champion Courser. "Leave me, my mistress!"

"Please stop talking to the horses Joe. You can fuck them, but please don't talk to them. It's unnerving."

Joe begrudgingly unsheathed his dick from the Champion Courser and collected his pants from the dusty stool on which he'd placed them. Clothes in arm, he stumbled through hay and horse-shit, his bare feet slapping audibly against the dirt floor of the stables at Mechin. He strode out beside Kesh, visibly upset, his imaginary play time over.

Am I doing the roleplay right?

[Lord_Bernie_of_Voodoo]

Just want to say I had a good time fighting in your siege. (First time fighting for this the A.A. faction.)

[ShiftKnife]

The Lord General looked upon the approval of the foreign Nobility and stated as he always does; "Cool, dude."

[Canary]

Raaaaargh! We're here too. We ain't dead yet.

Get out of my roooooom!

[dreadnok]

No one? No derogatory puns on 'Aggregate' yet?

Okay. my old friendregate Alliance. XDDDD XDDD so funy

Shut up asshole. Get how to be an internet troll for dummies already.

[ShiftKnife]

The Lord General of the 3rd Legion stood atop a hill just nearby his manor and thought to himself about the days that would come. He pulled the hubcap helm from his head and held it at his side, revealing his sleek bald head. He bristled his goatee with his free hand, and made a low hum before he spoke, "Chaos have entered this war, just as I predicted. After all, where there are Fiddlegib, there is Chaos."  His trusty vassal Duchess Tren of Tosdhar stood beside him on this hill, with similar attire fitted to her, like the Lord General. She listened closely as those words had escaped his beard- after several moments passed, she replied.. "Yes, Lord General. The days ahead are looking quite dark..."

He twiddled the end of his beard with two fingers, and nodded towards the woman as he scanned the area around him. "Yes, my dear. They are looking dark.. and if they are looking dark, then you know we must bring the light." The Duchess turned her head, redirecting her attention from the village to the Lord General. She nodded once, and then strode off down the hill towards the village they stood above. Lord General ShiftKnife was a daring man, but no one could have predicted what he did next... 

[Socks]

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