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Northern Viking (33) writes:
Well, we're feeling pretty high on ourselves. Armies marching about subjugating cities and towns, parades almost everyday, and even our lowliest garrison need not fear the roaming bogeyman anymore. Still, something is missing. Maybe to feel even better about ourselves, we should embark on some foreign aid. To this end we will search out the hard done by and offer them stuff. It may not be stuff they need but it's the giving that counts. So if you're among the downtrodden expect one of our foreign ministers at your doorstep with goodies of all kinds. Hot chocolate anyone?
Onwards to Empire.
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
He could see the flames of the burning villiage down in the valley.
Every fibre of his being said to mount and storm down there.
But they had ridden hard to get where they were. Men and horses were exhausted.
And it was still a long ride down there. It would take hours and they would be in no position to do anything if there was still something that could be done.
Every fibre was screaming do something anyway.
This was the challenge of leadership. Making the tough calls. His men needed to rest if they were going to be of use tomorrow.
But he would not get any sleep tonight. Although he could hear from the snores that most of his men were not having the same problem.
Good soldiers. They had faced battle before and knew to catch sleep when they could.
But he would probably sit here watching those flames until there was not a glow to be seen.
Maybe then he would get some disturbed sleep.
He'd stopped having night mares, years ago. Too many familier faces gone to the sword.
Too many silent eyes.
But the mares had stopped. Now he just woke often. Although he could never remember what he'd been dreaming, he knew what they were about.
Tonight's would be the villiages.
A hut on the far side of the villiage collapsed in a shower of sparks.
He'd given instruction to the guards to wake early.
They would be afoot at first light.
But probably spend the day tracking the raiders.
Was it raiders? Or possibly just a band of deserters.
Either way, he would know tomorrow night. And they would not see sleep tomorrow night.
A horses hoof shuffled off to his left and a foot slipped on a rock.
He glanced over, but it was just the sentry disturbing the horses.
They may not sleep tomorrow night, but he certainly wasn't going to get any tonight.
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Ethilfinlun and the surrounding regions have remained peaceful these past months. The only exceptions being some pirates that sneaked into the northern swamps, and devastated a small force of lumberjacks attempting to wrest useable lumber from the region.
We welcome Northern Vikings this month to the list of those who we allow free transit of the lands we are currently developing. As always, single man parties are welcome upon REVEALing their employer. My UNFRIENDLY attitude is not directed against the innocent and honest explorer, but rather is a means of curtailing the movements of the wild animals and other unsavory packs of "things" that wander our fair land.
I continue to welcome any communication in regards to trade, cooperative efforts, or alliance from those currently in the region. You may reach me via the incantation wyrmsNOwyrdSPAM@yahoo.com (Omit speaking the words NO & SPAM when using this cantrip please. ;)
Liikkely Loost (Leading crazy person.)
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Redbull (201) writes:
Sitting Bull wrote in his diary:
Demonology - I don't know who convinced me to look into this, but this is not what the spirits wanted to lead me to. I will look into the spirit walk instead - but I must get information of the world around me. This place... it is like no place on earth and I yearn for grasslands, horses, the feel of a spear in my hand.
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