How dare thy enemies break treaty and agreement, when thou have played by that stated in rules.
Shield our terrain, our territory – for it is ours, not cultist fools.
Stand in unison we shall, and let the red, red gore of our holy enemies leak around us.
March, March, March to the battleground and face our cultist foes.
Display our strength and muscle for all to witness!
Does thy stand alongside thou as thy brothers and sisters?
Or Does Uncle Dracos stand alone?
The Fable
“Timepieces state that the century counts as the 20th and the year, the twenty-third and still unseeing the human race is to the vast array of creatures that live amongst them. Some live in their realm known as E-arth others in the parallel realm known as Azure. In layman terms they are dubbed, the mortal realm and the magical realm….
It’s difficult to date just how far back the history of the realms stretches; all that is known that the Angels, in their heavenly glory, were the first race. The history of old is passed down through the races by the Angels…”
Yes, yes, Yes. Speak I could, day and night about the history of our realms. Wars, the Fall of Angels - a history and time long buried ever so far beneath the mud, the dust and the clay that not even the worm can reach the skeletons.
Appy Polly Loggies, allow thy to rearticulate – this is the saga of a shattered truce between a dualistic, unlawful bunch of hooligans – politely said, a broken treaty between two enemy gangs.
Because of said shattered treaty, war has arisen amongst our cliques. And stand we must against such cultists and bring them to their very knees.
Brothers, sisters will thou battle alongside Andracos or against?
