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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Mar 28, 2021 13:03:58 GMT
In the early hours of the morning, five ships set sail for other countries; Imperium Divinum, Saladen, WTF, and Neo Valencia carrying a very simple message.
Hello, This is Imparat Blana Gasca.
I would like to invite you and five of your greatest warriors to participate and watch the annual War Games.
I hope this finds you in good health.
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Post by Fleischmann on Mar 28, 2021 22:57:37 GMT
Somewhere in the capital of Blairhaim, a request had arrived from the Sluut for the strongest and most excellent heroes in the Raikhsharjis and the Landsharjisin to be found and to be summoned for a quest. Clerks immediately began pouring through the performance evaluations of various formations and then units, finding those that excelled the most and putting them into lists for examination by more senior bureaucrats.
Once the lists had been made, they were rigorously examined and doubled checked before then going through a process of elimination, until only the best of the best were left. Once the cream of the crop were selected, summons were drafted and these men were called upon to adventure in the name of the Raikh and the Hauhkuno. Over the days, the men started to pour in and were sorted into units of their own. They were then pitted against each other, in brutal competitions.
They were made to swim to islands, collect fleeces in the dead of night from men on guard, evade hunting parties in the mountain, escape from prisons, and endure the most rigorous of torturors. They navigated for days and nights in the wilds, preparing without food or water and no clothes on their backs, simply what they could make and find for themselves. Those that were too weak or unskilled were sent back to their units, but those that remained were deemed good enough.
From amongst their number, a leader was chosen; he was made the Niujisufrum (Lieutenant-Colonel) of the Kreggaistas (Regiment) and told that should he bring back glory, he would be allowed to keep his new rank and awarded land with his men. If not, he and his men would be allowed to return to their units.
From: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalen, Vauhoks Abasunus
To: Imparat Blana Gasca
Utlandugskuno,
Your challenge is accepted.
Our heroes are being assembled and will be ready to meet yours on the fields of glory soon. If they die, you need only return their bones. You will know them by their hair, which shall be dyed bright orange and shaved into crests. They will be known as the Wulfsramiggs, after their leader, Niujisufrum Wulfsram.
Yours,
Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalen, Vauhoks Abasunus
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Apr 19, 2021 8:36:41 GMT
Blana Gasca reads the letter. He stopped and thought for a while. It sounded like Vauhoks Abasunus wasn't going to be attending the games. How unfortunate, he was looking forward to seeing their performance. He read the letter once again, he smiled, this group of soldiers would prove to be entertaining though. He would have to put them in the best division, along with the members of his personal unit and the other noble families. He wondered how they would do with the stratagey part of the games, they sounded like his unit, relying on one or two to come up with the grand stratagey. He was looking forward to these games, they should prove to be intresting. Perhaps it would be enough for them to develop some new stratageys which was always exiting. He dipped his pen into some ink and began to write.
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From: Imparat Blana Gasca
To: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalen, Vauhoks Abasunus
I look forward to the occasion. I shall send an escort to a port of your choice as soon as I am able and have a location. Shiphandling is part of the games, some participants like to use their own ships, If you would like to do so please have them ready to leave with the rest of the group.
Yours,
Imparat Blana Gasca
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