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[u][b]ARMY CARDS[/b][/u]
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[hider=Phoenix Crescent Warband]
[b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Phoenix Crescent Warband
[b]Current General:[/b] Warlord AhkDrkl
[b]Location:[/b] Germany / Poland Border
[b]Morale:[/b] 100%
[b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b] 
[indent] - <Troop Type>/<Number of Troops>/<Bonuses>/
 - <Isarimer Crescent Berserkers>/<1500>/<Bonuses>/
  - <Isarimer Javelin Throwers>/<500>/<Bonuses>/
   - <Lesser Breed Claymores>/<2000>/<Bonuses>/[/indent]
 [b]Current Action: Taking Defensive Positions. Preparing for joint strike on Hamburg[/b] 
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[hider=Bloodstalker Warband]
[b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Bloodstalker Warband
[b]Current General:[/b] Warlord KhruklRethua (Promise of Chaos)
[b]Location:[/b] Poland / Lithuania
[b]Morale:[/b] 100%
[b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b] 
[indent] - <Troop Type>/<Number of Troops>/<Bonuses>/
 - <Isarimer Claymore Berserkers>/<550>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Massive Weapons>/
 - <Isarimer Slingers>/<75>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/
 - <Isarimer Flail Berserkers>/<125>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/
 - <Isarimer Firestarters>/<50>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Firestarting>/
 - <Lesser Breed >/<800>/<No Bonuses>/ [/indent] 
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Regrouping and Reinforcing
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[Hider=Bloodsong Warband]
[b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Bloodsong Warband
[b]Current General:[/b] UkhEklo
[b]Location:[/b] Poland / Kaliningrad Oblast border
[b]Morale:[/b] 100%
[b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b] 
[indent]  - <Isarimer Claymore Berserker>/<700>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Massive Weapons>/
  - <Isarimer Flail Berserker>/<700>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/ (+200)
   - <Isarimer Javeline Thrower>/<200>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/
    - <Lesser Breed Swordsman>/<200>/<No Bonuses>/[/indent]
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Assaulting entrenched Kaliningrad Oblast Militia. 
(+200 Isarimer Berserkers reinforcement.)
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[Hider=Hellwalker Warhorde]
[b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Hellwalker Warhorde
[b]Current General:[/b] LesaLikl, Beast of the Shadow
[b]Location:[/b] Moving on Czech
[b]Morale:[/b] 100%
[b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b] 
[indent] - <Isarimer Crescent Berserkers>/<2300>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Rending Weapons>/ (+800)
 - <Isarimer Claymore Berserkers>/<2500>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Massive Weapons>/
  - <Isarimer Flail Berserkers>/<2000>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/ (+1000)
   - <Isarimer Thrower Berserkers>/<1000>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/
    - <Lesser Breed Axe Wielders>/<7000>/<No Bonuses>/[/indent]
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Continuing through the Czech Lands, marching on Hamburg. Ignoring Prague Defenders. 
(+1800 Reinforcement)
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[u][b]CZECH LANDS AND HAMBURG[/u][/b]
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Three Lesser Breeds stood in the shadow of a titan. They stood, trembling, obviously having drawn some form of short straw to find themselves in this position. They kept exchanging worried glances, and even the Lesser Breeds were monsters by human comparison. The [i]thing[/i] they stood before was like a mountain given form, a shape that radiated a feeling of fear and remorse. It was adorned with a hundred skulls and a string of Human hands around it’s neck, alongside many more exotic and otherworldly trophies to signify conquests long passed. It towered over even the tallest Isarimer, dwarfing the proudest Lorenvolk; and it started, frightfully, into the very soul of the three Lessers sent to address it. 

“Warmaster LesaLikl…” One started, before the next took over.
“The Human forced retreated-“ 

“Silence” 

The three lesser Breeds immediately killed their address at the slightest earthy rumble of LesaLikl’s voice. 

“Mention them once more… And i’ll remove your skulls for my collection. The Human cowards are of no concern to us. Let them run to their city. They are too afraid to fight us, so we will return for their skulls once the hunt has concluded. We continue North. This ‘Emperor’ in ‘Hamburg’ falls. Emperors make for the best feasts. We assault his encampment in four days time.” 

“Yes Warmaster” all three replied at once, wasting no time to do so. 

“Do not address me again. Or you will all die”

LesaLikl stood, apparently to dream of bloodshed where his Warlords would not disturb him with endless pitiful attempts at favour.

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[u][b]KALININGRAD OBLAST[/u][/b]
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The Human Militiamen had not even stood to fight. One sight of the fierce Isarimer and their courage had faltered, they turned and ran like startled sheep, leaving their duty to defend their country behind, along with their dignity and honour. 
UkhEklo had been pleased, yet also strangely disappointed with the performance of his first true human adversaries. He had hoped for more from them, but expected no less. His impressions were not helped in the slightest by the lingering cowardice that his foes displayed: hiding behind their entrenchments, feeling safe behind their so called ‘defences’, words a true warrior needed not to fill his head. 

The weather complimented the grim and painfully bleak outlook for the Human resistance. UkhEklo stood against the rain and wind, both splattering off his grotesquely muscular frame with a series of incessant [i]pitters[/i] and [i]patters[/i], his blood-caked hair blowing slightly in the chilled autumn breeze. Isarimer surrounded the Human Militia in their garrison from every side, although being at a very slight disadvantage in numbers, they had the overall advantage, walls or no. 

“You Humans!” He cried, addressing the Garrison from the ranks of barbaric warriors encircling it. “You piss yourselves at the thought of battle! Is that how you want you bitches to remember you? How you want your offspring to recount your tales?” 
He spat to the ground, throwing his blade into the churned mud alongside. 
“You only have two choices!” he bellowed. “Quit cowering in your boots and face your deaths like men, and you will die fast! Or…” 

He gave a moment of silence for the finality of the ultimatum to sink in amongst his prey who were inevitably listening in. “Or you can continue to cower like animals; you will die last. Your women will be raped, your children will be eaten. You will watch, we will peel your eyelids from your putrid faces and we will devour your hearts!” 

“[b]YOUR LIVES ARE FORFEIT, YOUR LAND BELONGS TO THE ISARIMER. DIE WITH DIGNITY OR DIE IN THE DIRT, IT MATTERS NOT TO US![/b]”