OOC: Saints and REverent had 32 members and higher TNW as well as higher ANW. So don't go a-whining about unfairness and all that!!


War was upon them again!! TEVA had only recently been inaugurated as the fourth Rod Nibbler, and already many taks were bestowed upon her. But she handled them well, and Nagash was content that she was now a Nibbler too. TEVA had been charged with the finding of a new target for OAFS to attack. Reverent was one of the guilds that had to be hit, but a war of OAFS versus Reverent would not be good. The 16 monarchies that formed Reverent would be overthrown by the vast OAFish numbers. So another guild would have to be added. And Saints were the chosen ones. As the news reached him, he arched an eyebrow.

" But Bob, them Saints were already at war, right? "

" Yes sir, but they attacked Tiavain while at war. And before that they attacked NV while at war. So we're kind of returning the favor. "

" Ah, that's good. But how about the Saints having turned from Foret to Darden? "

" You know the saying, don't you? 'Once a Foretite, ever the worshipper of all things grey and boring'? "

" As the matter of fact, I don't. But worry not. We shall march!! We shall make them tremble in this all-faith-threesome!! Gather the soldiers!! "

Thus it was done. Reverent would fall. One way or another. The Cucumber would be victorious!!

Smiling proudly for making Nagash happy with her choices being the new nibbler was a strong feeling. I had to make a quick decision since all the warriors where getting restless, they wanted to taste blood and kill. Far as attacking Saints that was more a personally reason, since they attack Tiavain while still at war. She knew that her beloved King Arthur had made his journey to Tiavain. Being an honorable woman that she is, she will always be loyal to King Arthur. Their friendship was of great value to her.

Looking over her fort Teva orders everyone to catapult the largest cucumber they have !
Bombs away!

Fools! Fools!

Isonian pissants have swarmed from their pitiful anthills yet again to pester and annoy the followers of the true God... They cannot even decide which of the other faiths to attack but must attack all. Blimey everyone knows that Dardens and Isonians are all heathen...if ya don't believe me ask any Foret... they all be honest...they'll tell ye true. Heathens...heathens all..I say!

Sir Opie kicks the nearest of his pages and awakes him from their drunken stupor....err...sleep...yeah ...sleep.

"Raise the alarm, them pesky Isonians is a trampling the flower beds again. As Foret is my witness...I swear I'm gonna thrash 'em good this time, instead of letting'em off easy like last time. I don't care if the Gods have a soft spot for imbeciles...I've had enough of them chasing my cows around in the pasture and then bragging about routing my knight's on the field of battle. This time by Foret they are gonna have to stand and actually fight instead of prancing around in their Sunday Go to meeting armor and then running home to brag for six months of their daring exploits. Any other faith would be ashamed of themselves. I'm sick and tired of making an exception cause their Isonians and don't know any better. Call out the dogs...run them idiots out of my flowers or I swear I'll have somebody kill one of them."

Sir Opie at last ran out of imprecations to hurl about and went back to his ale. His tone had at least aroused a few of the Knight's about him and they roused themselves to wander down and rouse some of their pikemen and a few archers. If we gotta run 'em off we might as well have a little fun while we're about it. Gradually, from a drunken fog, the Knight's began to pull together some semblance of a force to go out and run off the pitiful bunch of heathens trampling the royal flower beds and jousting with the blooming Sunflowers. By all that is Holy, they be a sorry bunch.

The Army of Sir_Opie at last wandered out of the gates of the city to whip up on the OAFS scum.

They came marching on two by two.

Harrah. Hurrah.

They came marching with their arms, hurrah! Hurrah!

And then they might the might of God, and suddenly they were broken, and shattered upon the stony shorelines of life without the aide of such convenient forms of life-saving devices, such as life boats. The Reverent, recently empowered by the fall of another, and shortly to begin its own pruning, now had something to play with. And so, the armies went marching out through the mountain passes in companies and battalions - 10,000....15,000......75,000......so many crossed over into the Isonian territory on the first night as to make the ground saturated with blood, so that next year nothing would be able to grow in the rotting fields where the corpses were mounded so high that the villages where they had been fought around were dwarfed.

And still the armies came.

All in all, another twenty thousand acres had been liberated from the heathen lords, to be added with the seventy thousand acres allready freed. And all of it came from the once small, unknown Kingdom in the mountain....all the rewards for following God.

The Lady slept still.

The war seems to be at stalemate now. The first strike from the Isonians were not very impressive but nonetheless damaged was done to the Foret war machine. Glave hurriedly return from the battlefield with his whole troops as he received news that rogue wizards from the Foret faith has declared on and laid waste to his mighty keep. He stood atop a small hill overlooking to his once beautiful realm. It was horrible! What once stood a mighty Isonian city is not but ashes and ruins. Smoke can still be seen bellowing from his torn-down keep. He then decided to encamp his whole army and decided to defend his land from his ruin city. Orders were sent to his army below to rest and encamp for the night. We will lay and wait for the enemy.... his thoughts before he turned around and walk back to his army.

Sir_Opie bellowed loudly for his priests. The worthless scum...mostly just chasing after the maidens wanting to give them a bit of RELIGION. Yeah right. Might as well get something out of all the gold poured into building the temples. As the scrawny fawning acolytes gradually appeared at his command...
Sir Opie instructed them. " By Foret, I wish something in return for all the gold I've contributed to your coffers of late. The blasted Isonians are becoming a blessed nuisance. I'm tired to no end of rousting them from my flower beds and now this a.m. they raid my blooming chicken houses and crush all the eggs. Foret only knows what they thought they were accomplishing. I wish them to feel the power of Foret at his greatest. Tumble down their cities around their ears. Give them something to do besides disturbing my slumbers. God knows as shoddy as their cities be they may not even notice the damage...but nonetheless, I want to hear the screams of the women and children as their homes and towers and shops collapse around them. May Foret have mercy on your souls if ye fail me in this. For by Foret I swear that if no screams I hear from the Isonians, screams I will hear from Foret's drunken acolytes."

The acolytes by now were all atremble. None preferred to draw the wrath of their Lord especially not after a night of hard drinking AND having his rest disturbed. Diligently, the fawning followers of Foret applied themselves to their incantations. By all that is holy may something fall down soon.....

The night had been long and the battle raged the entire night..So many purple clad's he thought.where do they come from they just spring up out of the ground or something?The oafs had hit him hard and did moderat damage to his kingdom but was nowhere near enough.they had took 8k acre's he took back 20k acres and gave most of it to foret.

His allies also went on a killing spree leave not much left of the four kingdom's they had hit.The kingdom's they had hit was already in ruin's and was ripe for the taking.

The iso's had no strategy nothing to speak of anyway.From the looks of it they was using the Atack and hope for the best strategy.Amusing to say the least.

As Viktor's army moved from kingdom to kingdom smashing them as he went.He read the news report's as they came in.The largest kingdom's in oafs was being destroyed one by one or two by two.soon the enemy would have nothing left to counter with.Well nothing that could do much harm anyway.

The charge led by sir ulo was a successful one against a kingdom in oafs it had fallen to his forces with ease.over the last few day's they had tried to break him but had failed.However in the end it was he who would stand Victorious over the heathen's.he laughed He would never understand these heathens.

Regicider stood on his balcony and noticed smokes raising from afar. Just as he walked away, his guard captain ran to his door and knocked urgently on the door.

"Come in!" said regicider

"My Lord! OAFS has invaded our all allies!" cried the guard captian

"I see, get a company of men to send gold to aid them. We shall not move as yet" replied regicider.

"What? my lord, aint we attacking back?"

"Do as I said!" glared regicider.

When the order was given. The army was baffled as they were dying to go for battle. Regicider waited for two days. He smiled and muttered to himself.

"It's time! They will be lions freed from the cage"

He got up and put on his armour and walked out of his room.

Standing in the courtyard, regicider addressed his captains and troops.

"How badly you want those heathens' head?"

"VERY MUCH!! WE WANT THEIR HEADS!" roared the troops.

"Very well! Get ready to move out! Gear up and fall in your respective company! Captains, come to meeting hall!"

Back in the meeting hall, the captains apologised for blaming regicider. As they finally understand why regicider delayed moving off. The troops are now filled with bloodlust to rip the heathens apart. Regicider instructed his captains to move out in a three prong attack.

By nightfall, regicider lead out with the main force towards an heathen's kingdom. At the same time, his other captains are leading the remaining troops towards two smaller kingdoms.

Whispers of illusions in the nite. Chaos flowed freely from the dark abyss of his Lord's wrath. A sickening union of disorientation and free flowing blood.

His majesty sits perched on his great throne, teetering to and fro. Bloodshot eyes pierce from beneath furrowed brow. White knuckles squeeze his sword hilt. Pulsating veins keep tempo with his rushing heart.

The glory no longer holds sway. Ascending the corridors of power seem a prerequisite. The burden has now become the focus.

The burden of absolute power.

The man has not slept for weeks. Dark arcanum has fueled his Majesty's relentless vigil. He is not tired. The constant motion of Foret's progression has him reeling.

Yet he knows that he shall return to his people when all things come to an end. This too shall pass.

The journey has yet to begin.

It is after all, Nitetime.

It has been so long since Bubble last saw the remainding survivors of the previous great war. He wandered around the desert for days, looking for shelter and supplies and unfortunately, he found none. As usual, he sat down near a giant rock, lamenting the disband of the alliance and the fall of the TGA empire. Thinking of all the glorious time that he had in the past, in command of thousands of elite soldiers was no more but a sad memory. He was thinking that someday, just maybe that someday, he could rise again and find someone trustworthy to reconstruct the fallen empire with him...... If that day should arrive, it shall be remembered as the rise of nations.

Finding a source of water in front of him, Bubble quickly ran towards it and drank frantically as he has had water for 2 days now. Inside the pond, he found an exceptionally beautiful rock that glimored under the sun. On it carved the words, "Destiny in the sky". Thinking ponderously on what the words mean, he sat down near the palm tree, sheltering himself from the sun. Perhaps, everyone was free to choose their own destination... It was never time to give up simply because of the disband of the alliance. He was an individual who once was in command and responsible for everyone's best interest, including his own.... Knowing what direction he is heading.. he quickly moved forth towards the nation of Azeroth of the Reverant where he shall rise again.

Chaunii stood at her war table. Enraged she threw the reports, scattering them across it’s black granite surface. They read of losses she had taken, not to the war she was involved in, but to rogue dardens in her land. Her Master-of-Arm’s, Malik stood at the other side. “M’Lady, I can send a battalion to see to the deal with the rogues,” he inserted eagerly. Too long her armies stood still damaged and rebuilding due to the attack, they were wanting to go to battle, even though their numbers were diminished.

“No!!!!” Her eyes flashed with rage, “I will not split my men to fight wars on two fronts! We fight alongside Reverent. This holds place first and foremost. I await news from allies." Her anger dispursed, she looked Malik in the eyes, “I know you and your men have been idle too long. Tonight, you shall march. Ready your men Malik, I shall alert you when the other’s arrive.”

Malik bowed and left Chaunii alone with her rage. She hated waiting, but it was not long. She and her allies marched against the enemies of Reverent. The battle worthy of a bard’s tale. Yet, there was no celebration. Victory of one battle, marred. The Darden rogues had struck again.

Urza looked around the desolate lands which lay in ruin of the Reverent. He felt great sorrow. Not for the ones who had lost their lives. Not for those who had fought hard battles and triumphed many times, or fallen victim to seige. He felt sorrow for he had missed the battle.

Only recently had he joined the fight with the Reverent. Building, and training his men while standing aloft from the war. This saddened him, & therefore angered him, but alas he would settle for the next battle he & his comrads would incounter.

Daylight came, Regicider stood outside the gate with heathen blood dripping from his sword. Behind him, his men were stacking the bodies of the heathens in the middle of the market square. The attack on the heathen kingdom was swift and ruthless, no heathen lived to tell the tale.

A captain came to regicider.

"My lord, we are ready to burn the bodies."

"Ah! proceed on. But save their captains' head. I would like to send them to OAFS" replied regicider.

Moments later, thick smoke rose into the sky. Regicider walked to his tent as he awaits for battle reports from his captains who led attacks into another two kingdoms.

OOC: *points at peace thread* Twas nice fighting you guys. See ya next time!!



The reports! Where were the reports?? A messenger came in, as Nagash was wondering about just that. The man was buried in parchments.

" Gimme that!! I wanna reports!! "

Nagash ordered, and the man gave a relieved sigh and dropped all the reports...... on Nagash's foot. Not a big problem, under normal circumstances, but a few of these reports came from Droben kingdoms, who tended to make them out of solid marble.

" OUCH!!!!!!!!! "

A few minutes later, Nagash regained conciousness and also regained the sense of pain in his foot that made him lose it in the first place. A couple of hours later though, he was nicely sedated and reading the reports with his goatee-wearing advisor.

" So Bob, how much land did we take, all in all? "

" Approximatly 20.000 acres, Sir. "

" And did you do the exact things I ordered you to with the land? "

" Yes Sir, we've......... fertilized......... the ground first, then sold almost everything of it to the Church. They were surprised that the land wasn't blood-stained but poo-covered when they obtained it. But the fertility-priest confirmed that it was quite fertile ground, so we got a high price for it... "

" Great! What about the 6.000 we kept? Are there new dairy farms being built already? They can be the most important weapon we have now that this war is over!! "

" How's that, Sir? "

" Well, what do cows do, apart from making great sandwich-stuffing and giving milk? "

" They moo a lot. And they poo-poo a lot too... But can't see how that's gonna aid us in the next war... "

" That's why I am in charge here, and you are my advisor. Cow dung, if dried, burns like hell. So if we are going to war next time, first thing we do is fling cow dung all over the place, then light it and create an Inferno!! "

" That's a most wicked thing to do..... I love it!! "

" Ofcourse you do Bob. If you hadn't, I'd have signed your execution warrant a long time ago... "

Bob did reply, but Nagash didn't hear him. He was wondering what his next steps would be, now that there was peace. Who would he assault next time? Who would be covered in cow dung? Who was that man in the pink tutu?

Yes, the thoughts of this monarch were deep indeed...

A lone messenger rode swiftly across the plains and arrived at regicider's command tent. He promptly handed a letter to regicider.

"Ah! peace already!" exclaimed regicider.

He sent the messenger away and at the same time mesengers from his both of his other armies came too.

"Hmm.. resounding victory. So we gain over 30000 acres in all." gleamed regicider.

After saying that, regicider went out and arrange for his main force to return to the castle. Moments later, battalion of troops were seen marching orderly back to the main castle. Leaving only a small force to refortify the captaured lands, before workers and farmers move in to refurnish the area.