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[u][b]ARMY CARDS[/b][/u]
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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>/<1050>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Massive Weapons>/ (+500 from Bloodsong)
 - <Isarimer Slingers>/<75>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/
 - <Isarimer Crescent Berserkers>/<1200>/<Bonuses>/
 - <Isarimer Flail Berserkers>/<625>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/ (+500 from Bloodsong)
 - <Isarimer Firestarters>/<50>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Firestarting>/
 - <Isarimer Javeline Thrower>/<100>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/ (From Bloodsong)
 - <Lesser Breed >/<3900>/<No Bonuses>/ (+1000)(+100 From Bloodsong))[/indent] 
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Assaulting Belarus
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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>/<3400>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Rending Weapons>/ (+1000)
 - <Isarimer Claymore Berserkers>/<1600>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Massive Weapons>/ 
  - <Isarimer Flail Berserkers>/<3200>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Crushing Weapons>/ (+1000)
   - <Isarimer Thrower Berserkers>/<1000>/<Horrifying, Unstoppable, Shadow of Sunrise, Ranged>/
    - <Lesser Breed Axe Wielders>/<3980>/<No Bonuses>/(+1000)[/indent]
 [b]Current Action:[/b] Consolidating and defending while other Warbands join to bolster numbers. 
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[b][u]GERMANY[/b][/u]
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[i]The feast on that night had been worthy of the Gods themselves. At the moment the sky was darkest and the Sunrise was furthest from the Isarimer Warhorde, fires were lit and the greatest yet gathering of Isarimer on this strange, alien world commenced. 
The sight would have been utterly horrifying to a Human witnessing the unholy celebrations. It was no wonder that the Isarimer were heralded as Demons from the darkest of Hells. Remains, both Human and Isarimer, were piled fifty feet into the air. Thousand of bodies looming over everything on the horizon, attracting flies and pestilence, rot and decay. Still, the barbarians feasted. Gathering by the hundreds, the pile of flesh was attacked with as much abandon as when it still walked the Earth. The voracious Warhorde consumed every last morsel and remain in hours, devouring it with insatiable hunger. Only the Isarimer were capable of such a morbid display of hatred and wrath. But it served as a consolidation to the rampaging horde, solidifying both their physical and mental grip on their land. The first feast would historically signify the beginnings of a Great Hunt: a period of Isarimer rage so horrible that not even the recently formed Crusades could hope to stand firm. This ‘Pope’ who had ordered the mass gathering of religious soldiers to fight back against the assault from Gorika was a man who had not yet seen the Isarimer with his own eyes. He considered them demons, and LesaLikl planned to prove that assumption more right than he had ever anticipated. 

Despite this, Lucifash’s legions poured from the South, finally finding their way from Gorika. The distraction they would cause would be useful to the Isarimer. They were rash, single minded. Much like the Isarimer, but served only to honour their false God, and display a certain arrogance in how intimidating they truly were. Nothing was more frightening to the hearts of men and Gorikans alike than the Isarimer horde. There was something primal in the promise of the Isarimer: not everlasting damnation or torture, but the immediate fear of a most painful death, and a less than honourable disposal of their remains. Crude, but effective. 
More Isarimer would come forth, certainly by the time that the Human assembly could march their way to Germany, and LesaLikl would be ready for their puny attempt at battle. For now, the Isarimer would feast, and, with hungering eyes, watch, wait and bide their time. The Humans would die. 
Fuck the Sunrise. [/i]

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[b][u]LITHUANIA[/b][/u]
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The Phoenix Crescent and the Bloodwalkers had merged into the Bloodstalker Warhorde who were poised for battle for so long. Like so many nations before it, Belarus could not have been ready for the Isarimer storm. The Bloodstalker horde had swelled in size, nearly forming a Warhorde all of it’s own. A huge tidal crashing of Berserkers and Lesser Breeds rampaging through the country, searching for the seat of power, the main defences, so that they could be consumed and made a part of the Isarimer Hunting Grounds, too. It would be glorious.