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ladyemperor

A bit of a dramatic retelling of the fall of my old alliance, right before I joined my current one. Hope you guys enjoy it!

User: Zeonn
Alliance: (VIK) The Vikings
Kingdom: 293

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The wind blew bitterly in these mountains. It was so quiet . I could hear nothing but my own heaving breaths, a muffled silence in the wake of the settling white. A black plume of smoke rose steadily from the crest of the peak where Castle Mayfaire lay in ruin. To think that only hours before I had stood there, overlooking the breadth of our armies gathered in this very valley, aching for war. Our time of glory never came. Instead, I had woken in the middle of the night to the battle cries of foreign invaders, run to the window to see the doorstep of my keep bathed in the blood of my men. A message came minutes later from allies to the north. Our King had abandoned us. Our contingents were scattered. All was lost.

As the freezing wind bit through to my bones I closed my eyes and remembered.

The sun had risen coldly on that day. Nothing stirred in the air. The messenger birds were restless in their cages. But the unsettling air of this place wasn’t uncommon in times of war.

There were nine of us in the alliance council, nine lords with their respective keeps and armies. Our King sat at the head of the convention, discussing plans for the impending siege of a neighboring kingdom. Skeptical of their plans, I hung back to watch and listen. Several of our keeps had warned earlier of enemy activity from the west, over the ridge. They had seen more than their share of fighting. I didn’t think it wise for their warnings to be overlooked. But the King was adamant. Our keeps needed the resources, and our current territory was becoming too crowded. Even the common man could see we needed to take action, and soon.

And so, it was decided we would launch a surprise offensive on our western rival. I was to send out the orders to every keep. We would launch our attack at dawn.

When dawn finally came, I never thought I would witness it from the floor of this valley as my keep burned down behind me and my few surviving men scattered in all directions, blind with terror. I used my dented weapon to brace myself as I rose slowly to my feet. My left forearm had been crushed inside its armor from the blow of an enemy berserker. It was unlikely I would ever use it again, if I managed to make it out of this graveyard alive. The sun was rising steadily but it grew only colder. The wind picked up. I shivered numbly, half thankful the cold took the edge off my injuries enough for me to keep my head.

In the distance, I could see the enemy carting away their siege equipment, carts loaded up with what they had looted from us. Our banners, stained black with blood, lay trampled in the snow.
It made me angry. Of all the things I could be feeling. Terror. Humiliation. Helplessness. I glared murderously at the abandoned corpses around me was infuriated.

We had been betrayed. By our allies. By our King…

I slumped to my knees with a heavy sigh.

…By ourselves.

I spied a single surviving bird perched obediently on the broken haft of a pike sticking out of the snow. Its dark, intelligent eyes met mine. It waited for an order.

In a fit of desperation I snatched the parchment tied to its leg and scribbled a virtually unintelligible message on the other side with a peace of the charred wooden pike.

To whoever receives this, my alliance has been destroyed. I need revenge. I can pull my own weight. Awaiting reply.

I tied the parchment to the bird and screamed at the thing to fly with every molecule of air left in my body. It took off, growing smaller and smaller against the rising sun. And darkness slowly encroaching on my vision.

Just before I passed out, I saw figures approaching at the mouth of the valley. Their banner was an iron hammer on a black field. Beneath it, a white flag of peace. One of them held his hand out to me as I slipped away into unconsciousness.

ladyemperor

The Night was Cold.... Real Cold. Not the kind of Cold that you could Shake off with a pint of Mead. No, it was a Wet Cold. It Chilled you as if your Soul could Freeze solid if you stayed in one spot for too long.
So there we sat, around the camp Fires. You could here people Singing to themselves. Some were singing of War Victory, others sang of Home. I'm Pretty sure I Heard Combatica from a fellow alliance singing Kumbaya songs.....not sure though.
We waited around the Fires. Waited for others to gather.

Sneezy: Where is he?
Thor: Who?
Sneezy: Nakaz. He was supposed to be here Hours ago.
Shelton: Probably Lurking around the fires, He does that.
Subtle End: Most Likely Burning a couple castles before the big war. It's like he doesn't Stop.... Ever!! He'll Be here.

I Was sitting at a fire made by Pesh along with others of our Alliance. No one really knows why he calls himself "Pesh",, seems like a funny name. But then again "Curugul" is a weird name to have too, so I guess I can't poke fun. I had just finished Shaving my Head, I'm talking about the one on my Neck. I Look around to see familiar Faces and I catch Sneezy Staring at Me. No, he's staring at my Bald Head. Strange that a Grown man has Such a fascination over Bald Heads.

Curugul: What are you Staring at Sneezle?
Sneezy: It's So Bright!!! And Shiny!!! It's like a perfect Night Light!!
Curugul: Well this Night Light has Elbows, and I'll jam them into your side If you keep it up.....
Sneezy: Ooooo.... I Like Elbows, preferably Left Elbows.....
Curugul: your a Nut

Chain mail Armour has a strange but Profound sound when thousands of solders are shivering in them from the cold. It was a constant rumble of metal. As if the Armour was calling for a Storm to come for a visit.
Cozee sits next to me, Shivering.

Cozee: Well at Least it's not raining..
Rain: I like the rain, it helps to keep the Monsters away from my Castle
Curugul: You Let me Know when that lvl 16 monster Shows up, I'll have our Leader Hells take Care of him... He handles all of my Light Work.
Purr: yea, We won't let those "Peeping Toms" bother you, Rain or Shine!!
IronMan: Cur could just Heckle them to death.... He won't even have to use a single troop!!!
(VIP9) Nakaz: Hey Guys!!! What's Up?

Nakaz always has his VIP status on.. It's like he Branded it to his forehead..

Sneezy: Alright!!! Let's get this war Going!!
Shelton: has anyone figured out what the Global circumstance of war is and how we can prevent farming of Resources to be the determining factor of leveling up our castles and training our troops yet!?
Curugul: ( Scratches his Bald Head ) I Have Know Clue What the Heck you Just Asked Shelt!!!!
Chase: Let's Just all Attack Sneezy!! While he's not Looking....
Sneezy: My Own Troops attack me already... I can Barely keep them fed.. Don't you have Farms to Hoe!? I can't smell the Poo from your Castle anymore, Chase!! XD
Chase: My Troops are too busy Spying on your Woman!! You really should pay your Troops More Sneezy, they're Slacking!!

At This Point, we have all warmed up a Bit. Laughter helps to keep the spirits up, not to mention your Body tempature.
Hells, our Brave a Fearless King, shows up with a Dasterdly Grin on his Face. He Knows we are Cold, and Tired of Waiting. Mostly, we are just tired of Waiting. We have been Anticipating for the Night of the Great War. The War to take control of the Kingdom Throne. It was Controlled by others Before us.. But Now... Now it was our Turn... Now it was Our Destiny. Now it was....... Raining!?? Aw, man... Now we are mostly Cold Again....

Hells: I sent you all a mail about the strategy we are taking. Did everyone read it?

We all replied in different variations, those who didn't were just Lurking the whole time.... Those dang Lurkers!!

Hells: We Attack in Five. Everyone knows their places?
Sneezy: I've got the North Catapult!!
Hells: No, you have the South Catapult. Purr has the North Catipult.
Sneezy: ok.
Purr: I'm ready Hells.
Hells: Good
Sneezy: so I'm going for the East Catapult.
Hells: No,, your,, forget it... Just Attack
Curugul: ( Lifts up his Kilt and shows his War Painted Nether Regions ) WWAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!

The War Begins, Nearly every Member in the Alliance is Fighting. The Marches sound like Roaring Thunder. The Light from the breaking of Dawn Flashes off our Armour and Shields like Lightening ready to Strike at anything moving.
IronMan was more Impressive with his Armour than anyone else on the Battle Field. This was because he was Obsessed with Shining his Armour every night before Bed. I've even seen him hold a contest once to find the best Polisher in the kingdom, just to make them be his personal Armour polisher worker.... He has Issues with that...
During the Grueling Battle, words were Exchanged and hearts were Broken. Castles were destroyed and troops lost. I'm pretty sure I saw a few that went into the Fetal Position. Something about "Wanting Mommy".
The war was over. Blood swirled in the Puddles of Water Created by the Heavens. As if Hell itself Just passed through and left its mark on the Beautiful landscape.
We Held the Throne. It was a Glorious Victory. Allies of our Alliance Cheered, Haters just kept on Hating. We Cursed no one. We just enjoyed the victory. A Party was Thrown, Announcements were made and all were invited. Kingdom Chat was Buzzing.
When the blood washed away and the new day was Born, Hells Passed out his Plunder. Awarded those who served him Well. He Patted Sneezy on the head.

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I Pledge alliagence to the alliance of FATAL TENSHI and to the People's for which it stands. One Alliance, Indivisible, with Protection and Justice for all. ---- KING Francois

This Story is dedicated to all of my Friends of the (WOT) FATAL TENSHI Alliance and to All of those who are a part of the Kingdom#115. Thank you all for being there for me during my hard times. You are true friends. I Wish you all the Best of Luck in Life and I Hope you keep Smiling even through your Toughest Times Because you helped me to do that!!!!