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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>/<1200>/<Bonuses>/(-300)[/indent]
 [b]Current Action: DISBANDING. MERGING WITH BLOODSTALKERS[/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 Crescent Berserkers>/<1200>/<Bonuses>/ (From CRESCENT PHOENIX)
 - <Isarimer Flail Berserkers>/<125>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/
 - <Isarimer Firestarters>/<50>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Firestarting>/
 - <Lesser Breed >/<2800>/<No Bonuses>/ (+2000)[/indent] 
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Moving South, onto the Belarus / Lithuania border
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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>/<500>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Massive Weapons>/ (-200)
  - <Isarimer Flail Berserker>/<500>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/ (-200)
   - <Isarimer Javeline Thrower>/<100> (-100)/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/
    - <Lesser Breed Swordsman>/<100>(-100))/<No Bonuses>/[/indent]
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Consolidating Kaliningrad Oblast. 
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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>/<2400>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Rending Weapons>/ (-900)(+1000)
 - <Isarimer Claymore Berserkers>/<1600>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Massive Weapons>/ (-900)
  - <Isarimer Flail Berserkers>/<2200>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/ (-900) (+1000)
   - <Isarimer Thrower Berserkers>/<1000>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/
    - <Lesser Breed Axe Wielders>/<2980>/<No Bonuses> (-3220) (-800)/[/indent]
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Consolidating and defending while other Warbands join to bolster numbers. 
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[u][b]HAMBURG[/u][/b]
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[i]The Isarimer crashed into the Hamburg defenders with the force of a thousand armies, and the bloodshed was unlike anything this world had yet seen. Isarimer steel lashed at the humans, eviscerating them beyond all recognition, severing them limb from limb and spilling every ounce of blood pulsing through their puny bodies. The Human Emperor had found the courage to assault the Crescent Phoenix under the pre tense of a preemptive strike, leaving both the city and heir flank vulnerable to attack.
This had cost them dearly. 
They realised their folly too late, and the slaughter was glorious and terrifying. Few survived. Those who did fled into the forests like frightened animals as the remains of those they considered friends and brothers were feasted upon by the blight of Gorika. The Lesser breeds took losses, as was expected, and all three units of Berserkers took lighter, but noticeable causalities. 

Among the bloodshed, a storm gathered. From the fierce savagery of the melee, something towered above the combatants: a raging beast whose anger put to shame the combined rage of the thousands fighting in his name. In his wake, Human bodies were split apart, flayed, skinned, slaughtered and annihilated. A storm of blood and flesh erupting in his wake. A pair of cursed blades spinning like a whirlwind spelled death for any human attackers to come into contact. 

There was a pause in the combat for a moment as conjoining of warriors took place. A culmination of the ferocity of both sides, a face-off of the utmost importance. LesaLikl stopped his rage for a moment, as he was confronted by none other than his quarry: Emperor Otto IV, who took the opportunity to apparently make attempts at intimidating his foe. 

“Creature!” he had shouted to his much larger adversary. “This world is no place for your demon spawn! We will send you back to Satan and his realm of fire!”
Otto drew his sword, making an example to his men who had found the time to take notice of his heroics. 
“Bravery will win this day! We will show no mercy in the face of your tide, and we will show no mercy in delivering you back to your master! The forces of God, in his eternal name, will show you what Humans are capable of! We are the masters of our world, and no foe can break our faith!” 
He began to charge at LesaLikl, who merely stood, listening to the empty words of this mewling rat. 
“I will put you down and send you back to Hell, beast! I will be your bane!” 

Emperor Otto got within attacking range, and attempted to draw his sword across the monster that faced him. Instead, LesaLikl slapped away the sword with which his foe intended to strike with as if it were nothing at all, and gripped his quarry by the neck, lifting him high into the air. 

“..Wait! No!” He had cried. “I shall not be defeated! Not like this!” He began to scream and sob. “This is not our Lord’s plan! He will not be defied!” 

“I…” The Isarimer spoke. “Will tear out your God’s eyes. Fuck the Sunrise.”

LesaLikl grabbed Otto by both arms, and with minuscule effort, ripped both of them from his body with an utterly sickening crunch, wrenching the bones from their sockets and decimating the muscles that held them in place. He kneeled down to the man that had dropped to the mud, screaming in incomprehensible pain, writhing in his own blood that poured from his body. His words were beyond incomprehensible. 

“If you see your God, tell him that all his followers will die,” 

With that, he plunged his hand down, directly into the chest of his foe, ripping free Otto’s heart from his chest. LesaLikl raised it to their air with a mighty battle cry as it still tried to pump the blood of the man who had crossed the Isarimer commander, serving as an inspiration to the Berserkers fighting in his name. 
Otto’s eyes waned and drooped. They glazed and started into the distance, but the man lived. Not for long, but he held on to the very little life he had left. Maybe he saw something in the light at the end? Maybe he saw that his life was folly, that his actions were made in vain? LesaLikl did not care. Just another Human. Just another bag of meat for the feast.

He raised the cursed blade Sunfall, and brought it down into Otto’s body with such force that the flesh was pulverised. Whatever life remained within the man was extinguished as his body was cleaved directly in two with one last, fell strike from the lord of the Isarimer… [/i]