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Post A Free for All on the Free Cities (MFR vs RFC)
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MAXIMS FINEST REGULATORS (MFR) 14 3,835,564 273,968
REPUBLIC OF THE FREE CITIES (RFC) 13 3,118,277 239,867 (/OOC)




Nitemare stood on the borders of the heathen lands of RFC. Soon these same lands would belong to him and his MFR brethren. It has been a while since Nitemare and his men were at war, and finally their war hunger would be relinquished.

His crimson eyes looked across the plains, his forked tongue licking the creases of his menacing smile. The go ahead by his MFR leader was given, all Nitemare’s men needed was a sign to start plunging into the free lands of the Free Cities.

The demon raised his hand into the air, sticking his index finger towards the heavens. The night sky was now covered in dark gray clouds as he spun his finger in a circular motion. The storms above started to brew, as his men grew anxious to begin this war. Saliva oozed from their mouths as they dreamed about the blood they would shed, and the destruction they would cause.

The chants of the clerics and high priests could be heard in the background, praying to Foret. Not for good luck, but for the dead they were about to raise and hurricanes they were about to unleash!

With his finger still circuling above him, the wind howled and grew stronger. Nitemare turned to his men, his crimson eyes brightly reflecting off their armor and swords. He flashed his men a smile. His jagged metallic teeth showing off themselves in the process. His jet-black skin seemed to blend in with the dark sky. All that could be seen was his red eyes, and his veins filled with molten lava which mazed around his massive body. His bat-like wings were opened fully. Nitemare leapt into the air, his wings flapping to keep him hovered above the ground.

The hand which was held above his head, now came down to his side. His army now looking at one another. Huge smiles appearing on their faces. The storm that was being created above, now made its way to the heathen lands of those of RFC, and his men followed with no hesitation. Their war cries drowning out the crashing thunder and the chants of the priest. As his army stormed the Free Cities, he was certain that his MFR brethren were now doing the same.

Begin…. was all he could say as he watched what he had longed for before him…

War….

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The war of the faiths had once again brought destruction to the World of Maxim..The Foret guild M.F.Regulators had marched against the Darden guild, Republic of Free Cities..The Regulators had struck first and the tidal wave of Foret was fast and furious..

Though, the first attack had went in favor of Foret, the Darden's countered quickly and slowly a few Foret's realms fell to the tenacious RFC..

Those deaths proved as resolve to the Regulators as they would find and punish those responsible..

Attack, then encamp for a short rest, Attack, then encamp and so the battle continues..



  We find the Regulators encamped for the night..A lonely footsoldier scribes in his journal..Fighting back his tears as he writes..



Thy rode into the night towards the sound of ten thousand Darden's deathly moans,
Thy left thine family far behind, knew not if thee come home. The fight was on, the battle called, thy spurred my steed again, For love of all that thy hold dear, thy rode into the wind. Freedom called, thy answered yea, to fight or be enslaved, thy rode into the midst of fire and joined with the Regulator brave, Quodomass, Maliki, and Scovaree.
Sweat and tears, screams and blood, and death--kill or be killed, Thy sword flashed a thousand times, and a thousand more, until the field was still and my arms were sore.
The Darden's gone, peace was restored, secured our Foret rights, Thy spurred my horse, thy rode fast into the night. The house was burned, the fields destroyed, a deathly silence rose, My loved ones lay upon the earth, embraced in death's grim gown. Thy held m'lady in thy arms and cried, "Why Foret? Thy did what was right! Thy should have stayed, thy was a fool to ride into the night?" Slowly a warmth came over thee, thy felt her at my side, She was gone, but yet she lives, we truly never die. Thy felt her words, "Be at peace, thy too fought for the right, I'll wait for you, until the day, you ride into the light."
  Aye freedom's price is blood and pain, and death a thousand times, True love is not revealed until, one rides into the battle at night..
M'lady, M'Love, thy will battle on, until Foret claims thee for heaven above..


The young footsoldier took in a deep breathe and wiped away the tear in his eye..He rolled the parchment up and tied it with leather strip, he added it to his collection of other..When the time for him to bid farewell to the world his legacy would carry on..Not through his deeds but his words..

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His eyes snapped to life as the sound of buildings breaking apart filled the room. He sat up, swinging his legs over the bedside. The sheets followed him as he stood, but they quickly slipped to the floor. He was still dressed, so he left the robes on the hook by the bed. His chainmail slinked softly on his chest as the door swung open. Only his quick reflexes saved him from a broken nose. A young messenger stood before him.

"Yes?"He said as the boy exploded into the room. He waited patiently as the boy sucked cool night air into his lungs. His sillhouette still breathing heavy, the messenger spoke.

"S'cuse me for bargin' in M'Lord, but th' heathens'r attackin' an' we canna' hold 'em fer long!" The boy continued slowly, and Ruune listened to each word as it pierced him like an arrow. Those of the Republic of the Free Cities dared to set foot in Quonotae. He had no real hatred towards the guild of blasphemists. Not holding hate doesn't neccesarily mean he was particularly fond of them either. Now that they were here, in Quonotae, he would explain to them why they should leave in person.

The crumbling buildings kept tumbling. He knew it was the temples. There was nothing else to attack until the temples were gone. He cursed at the sentrys and their failure to protect a focal point, the means of attack and defense in his great city. Well, on of them. That didn't matter. That the heathens were here, knocking down his buildings, probably looting homes and taking daughters, that was the important part.

The outer door blew open as the coldest winds of Winter burst through. Ruune walked with his breeze at his back. Held tightly in his right hand, he held a simple looking scepter. From a drawstring sack at his side, he pulled a small crystal, and placed it at the top of the scepter. The two immediately bonded and the crystal grew to a beautiful blue glow. As the wave of dust blew over the wind he created, he looked angrilly at the debris that had once been a temple. The heathens had disgraced a holy place by their presence alone, not to mention the desecration before him. The thought brought a reddened anger to his eyes.

He waved his scepter towards the pile of rubbish and it exploded in a hot fireball. As the fire consumed the demolished remains of a temple, the sky filled with dark smoke. Within the smoke, he drew clouds, piling them upon each other, fitting them together. He swung his scepter towards the ground, and the fiery rains came down upon the heathens. As the rain combined with the smoke, the drops found their way to enemy skin. It boiled as it touched, burning slightly at first. As the pounding of the rain grew, the burning went from a slight annoyance to a constant pain.

His men were running through the streets now, cutting down the horribly distracted oponents. Blood stained the dirt roads as the bodies of the dead were brought outside the walls, where they were burned as a giving to Foret. Ruune dispelled the cloud, and whisked the smoke away with a gentle breeze.


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Karhedron planted his foot on the heathen's chest to stop him from lifting as the Prince withdrew his blade from inside the mans bowels. As the blade exited completely the body gave a few final shudders.

Moans of the dying filled the dawn sky... At least Karhedron's latest adversary was pleastantly quiet. Crouching, he lifted up the least bloody part of the dead warriors grey uniform and wiped his blade clean before resheathing it... He doubted it would stay sheathed long.

He glaced over the carnage around him with weary eyes - it had been a long night.

The initial attack from the Regulator forces had taken the Republic by surprise - they had not expected the larger guild to strike down on them - and many of the city-states had been rapidly pushed back within the first few hours of the night raids.

But the surprise had only lasted so long. The Republic forces rallied, and across the front the Regulator troops felt the wrath of the Free People! Karhedrons own troops had been among the few Republic forces that mostly held their ground against the initial onslaught, and so their retaliation had been highly effective, if costly. The Sang'Guin State was swollen after the nights successes, and as Karhedron glanced backwards to where his own lines had been but hours before, he could already see the units of fresh levies and regiments from the other parts of the City-State moving towards the newly made lines.

The Prince smiled to himself. His forces had done well, the men of the Regulators had been shown how free people are willing to fight for their freedom. Further joy was found in the few reports that had reached him from other battling city-states, his troops were not the only ones with some successes. ~AND~ As of yet the great city of Hirudo was still completely unscathed!!

But he knew he could rest upon his laurels just yet. He made a high pitched whistle, and turned to see Mechelon working his way through the maze of dead and dying towards his master - the horses white mane was clotted and matted with blood and gristle, but there would be little time for any cleaning or care, for as soon as the distant units and regiments reached the lines Karhedron had every intention of moving them even further into land once claimed by the Regulator realms... He just hoped that their intentions on his land were not the same, though he knew they would be.

His Crimson Guard had reformed around him, and he was surprised at how few losses his elite bodyguard of cavalry had sustained. Gripping hold of Mechelon's matted mane he swung himself up onto the steeds back, and moved onwards along the bumpy road to freedom.

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Once again they had gathered upon the hill, far from Sythaphore, and more importantly, far from prying eyes and ears. Many things were discussed. The promotion of Nitemare, the removal of some of some from the ranks of the REGULATORS and the addition of new members. Most important was the talk of war. The heathens of Demonic Reality had spoiled much of the lands of MFR with their foul sorcery. No longer being productive, this land had to be replaced, and after much discussion, it had been decided that the Cities would be used in replenishing the lands of MFR. And so the bowl was once again passed, orders issued and the runners sent throughout the lands.

Scovaree's forces had been positioned well before the trip to the hill, as he had known all along that the Cities would be one of the choices of the council. Last minute word of MFR's original choice being otherwise engaged sealed the fates of all those to soon be involved. And so it was that Scovaree's forces wreaked great havoc upon those realms of the Cities they were positioned closest to. It was amazing how costly the fast pace of the attacks were. While his initial goals were more than successful, his resources depleted much faster than anticipated, and his warriors exhusted themselves trying to keep up with him in the swealtering heat of early summer. All seemed well and Scov split his forces, leaving some to watch over the new lands gained, others sent to assist his fellow REGULATORS in the accomplishment of their goals. It had seemed that the Cities were asleep...

Sleeping...Yeah...They were asleep alright Scov thought to himself upon returning to his keep. Once again the foul stench of Darden magic permeated the land. Damnit! Damn it all!! It will take YEARS to recover from this destruction. So many clerics I will have to employ. So many will have to be trained anew. Damnit! But it would be accomplished, in time. Time is the great healer, of the land as well as the soul. For now, more important things were to be done...

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Quodomass sat back with an amused look on his face, he rubbed his chin as he planned for his realms third strike..RFC had struck back with lightning speed but little did they realize what they were charging into..

  A few of Foret's Finest had been flooded by the heathen sorcery but they were warriors and would return with a vengeance, this Quodomass was sure of.

  Outside his tent he heard the arrival of a MFR runner..The dragons they rode were a sight to behold but their wings could sure stir up some commotion for those on the ground below their landings..
But it made for the quickest communication between leaders..

  The runner ran towards the advancing Quodomass and handed him a sealed scribe, and as quick as he had arrived he had disappeared into the sky upon his dragon.

  Opening the scribe, Quodomass felt his anger building..

    Lare one of his long time trusted friends had her realm attacked by multiple Darden realms and was in dire need of assistance..

  RFC had struck with force finally but their short lived victory would be just that, short..

  Quodomass's army had taken a beaten in his first few attacks but the extra treasury that his shadows had looted from RFC came in handy as he hired 9000 Nubash mercenaries to avenge his fallen friend..
I bet there was some irate and frustrated Darden heathen right now wondering what had happened to all his extra riches..They probably could of bought themself some troops to defend their realms but now the gold would be used on his fellow Darden guild mates..The joy of it all..Let the battling begin once again this day..


  Two Darden realms were left in shambles, what few acres that were left anyhow were in shambles, after Quodomass's army visited..

More would follow soon..


"Ti i i ime, is on my side, oh yes it is.." Quodomass sang to himself as he watched the Darden realms fall..

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A messenger gave LoCo the orders while Loco was gazing at the sky.

Mi'lord orders from the Regulators........

Loco opened the message and read that war is at hand and Loco smiled looking at his army. Loco gave orders to Swordmaiden General Xamia to prepare his army for war.

"Loco, our army is prepared, they are just waiting for your command to go to the field......." Swordmaiden Xamia said....

"Right, open the gates.... " Loco said to Xamia.

Loco's army marched to the heathens kingdom and set camp at night.

While the men prepared for themselves for the strike at night Loco told his men "Tommorow, we strike at dawn.... I and Xamia had plans for the invasion, as soon as the sun shines we strike....

So the war began and this was Loco's first war with the Regulators......

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*He muttered curses under his breath, finding it the easiest way to relieve the tensions he was feeling. It had been quite the night. His kingdom still recovering from their last war had not been quite as prepared as he liked for the coming of the regulators. His thieves had not yet been fully trained, his sorcerors not yet fully empowered. Though one does not always get to choose the time for war. On the first night he had been able to do some damage, his thieves looting and burning through the towns that were left undefended by the armies invading the free lands. His sorcerors in turn used all their magic to the point of exhaustion causing mass destruction where ever they were unleashed. Still he found himself now trudging in the rain, with what few thieves he had been able to round up to do what they could.*

*Messages had gone back and forth all night between himself and the other lords and ladies of the free lands. As to be expected when defendings one home, the news was sometimes bad, but was also surprisingly good. Several of his brethren were holding their own and even turning back the oncoming armies. Their had been some back luck amongst them this evening but to hear good news was heartening.*

*Their was much work to be done this evening, and they wasted no time. Buildings were ablaze, temples were desecrated and money was looted. As the hours began moving towards the rising of the sun, his men regrouped and headed home. He would have much to speak with his fellow lords and ladies of the free people, and much more to plan.*


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She sat at her desk, starring at the mounds of papers before her arranged so that, from the right angle, they actually produced a topographical map of the Regulators' kingdoms. She sighed deeply and leaning back covered her face with her hands. The scent of her perfume from the previous nights raids still clung to her wrists. She was not a fighter, she knew this well enough. Her people were the magic weavers, the seers and the conduits of faith. But last night she had made a very successful attack on one of the heathen realms. High off the rush of battle she had made an attack on a second kingdom, and moments into it realized her mistake.

Now her forces were resting for a few hours, licking their wounds. She mean while was in her tent on the field, stuck pouring over these reports. The Republic was doing well, fighting strongly against these heathen armies. Both sides were hurting in their own ways, and each was struggling to utilize the apparent weakness of the other. She sighed again and leaned forward to pick the first report that would get her attention.

Losmar's report was the first to catch her eye and she pulled it from the stack, ruining the delicate balance of that pile. Papers cascaded to the floor and she cursed softly. Setting the report from Losmar down she stood up and moved around the makeshift desk to collect her clutter and restore it to the organized chaos of her desk. She crouched down and began gathering the parchment, piling it before her.

Something caught her ear before she could finish... the sound of fabric tearing.

She stood and looked around.

Nothing.

A feeling of unease settled over her as she went back to collecting the papers, more carefully now, attentive to the area around her. Using her magic, she sent out "feelers" to detect if there was anything moving in her tent, but she felt nothing.

She stood and turned to set the papers back and came face to face with a dark haired man, wickedly barbed dagger in hand. He was about a foot taller than she, quite a feat when she was six feet herself. He wore no holy symbols or crests, just dirty, matted, browns and blacks. She reached for her sorcery, but couldn't touch it, something was blocking her. He reached out and caught her by the throat, squeezing it tight with one meaty fist. She struggled for breath, her eyes locked on his, but felt the world begin to grow dark. He smiled, exposing rotted teeth and whispered:


You're in a bit over your head elf-witch, my Lord will pay handsomely for you. When I finally take you to him...

His leering glance told her exactly what he meant by that statement. She felt her stomach turn and realized she was in fact in over her head. She could do nothing to this man, he had her. Her head swam and she was about to yield to the pull of unconsciousness when she realized she was still holding the papers she had collected from the floor. With the last of her strength, she threw them toward the doorway, hoping to get someone's attention.

She cursed herself for sending Grace to her tent to sleep.

That was the last thought she had before everything went dark.

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She'd left Tallula's tent, eager to reach her own for some solitude and welcome rest. Because of this, the sense of unease that tickled between her shoulderblades right below the nape of her neck caused her to close her eyes and let out a weary sigh. Should she ignore the feeling? Of course she couldn't. The woman had told her to go sleep, but the woman didn't realize that when her nerves were prodding her, sleep would be elusive at the best. Still, she didn't want an argument either. It would be easier if her employer not know she had stayed. Sitting on the ground outside of Tallula's tent, she attempted to get comfortable, stay warm and catch a little sleep while guarding.

It hadn't taken too long. Her sharp ears could pick out the faint sounds of ripping cloth even though the sounds of the night were beginning to be loud and boisterous. Quietly standing, she'd made her way around the back of the tent, where the sounds had come from. Peering into the knife made hole, she'd stepped through the opening and drawn her own knife, even as the man was mocking Tallula and the woman had thrown her papers toward the front of her tent. She made her own move as the new captive went limp in the intruder's arms.

I truly do not think you want to do that. Let her go. Then leave quietly if you can.

She smiled thinly at the surprised look on his face as he twisted around to look at her. She actually grinned at the shock in his eyes as he found his arms suddenly loosened from his prey from- air? Grace ignored Tallula's inert form, knowing that she'd come to and crawl out of the way as soon as air returned to her lungs. Instead, she focused on the man in front of her. She couldn't let him get to close to her. He was larger and if it came down to a match of brute strength, she would lose.

Despite this, he did attempt to attack her. Holding his knife, he moved on her quickly, thinking to overwhelm her and kill her before taking his prisoner with him. She dodged out of the way, avoiding him rather than fighting him hand to hand. She began to focus on only him, and he soon found himself shoved backwards everytime he tried to move toward her. His look of smug confidence turned to worry, as he realized he would not be able to easily dispatch of her and he began to quietly attempt to break her "spell" with some of his own. In the far recesses of her attention, she could hear guards approaching the tent. Someone had heard something and they were coming to investigate it. He apparently realized this too and decided that escape was more imperative than removing her and taking his captive.

She chuckled softly at the mans attempts to escape. At first he tried to leave quietly, thinking that the guards would not know which direction or who they looked for if he did not look guilty, but soon as he realized that everytime he neared an exit he was "shoved" back, he began to give up secrecy and tried noise and throwing things at her to distract her long enough to get away. He continued mumbling magical binds on her, thinking that she was using magic herself. If he only realized. She laughed again as she finally tired of her game and concentrated one last time- and sent him flying into the desk where Tallula's papers were. He landed on a heap on the floor, documents floating down around him like snowfall, and did not move. Apparently he'd hit his head.

I told you you didn't want to do that.

She shrugged, then glanced toward the woman she'd been hired to protect. Maybe they could get a couple of guards to stand watch the rest of the night. She really did need to sleep.

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WOMP...womp...womp...womp...

I wouldn't, she could spell ya an not even know it!

Regaining concienceness is rarely pleasant.

Her head was splitting, her lungs burning, and as she began to push up from the floor, something salty slipped in the corner of her mouth... tears? She must have wept at some point while out.

Her arms gave way, she was still weak, and she crashed back to the grassy floor. She opened her eyes and looked around herself, relieved to discover she was in her tent, and it was swarming with guards. None of them approached her however. They were warriors and the sorcery she commanded frightened them. She considered closing her eyes and taking a little nap on the soft ground when a pair of soft, but very strong hands reached under her arms and gently hoisted her up. She was guided to a chair and fell into it more than anything else.

Grace looked down at her, with what hinted at amusement in her eyes.


Thank you Grace. I assume this is your handy work, though I thought I had sent you to bed.

She smiled weakly at her body guard. Grace had been a treasure for her, a child without faith in any God so far as she had seen. The chances of being stabbed in the back by a faithless woman in the height of a war of devotion to the Gods were minimal. Grace was also something of a study for her, a creature who made it a point to distance herself from everyone and everything around her. No relationships, no faith, Grace was perfect.

The would-be abductor lay still on the other side of the tent, he was breathing, but shallowly. She looked at him and turned to the guards.


Have him searched thoroughly, locked in chains and put in a very secure location. I have a few questions for him. Grace, if you would join me...

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The first night had been a struggle, as MFR didn't expect the heathens of RFC to retaliate with such strength. Seems as if MFR would have to try harder, and so they did. The next night was a success. Realms toppled as armies charged in with force. Peasants screamed in fear as Rousing Winds and Hurricanes unleasehed their powers over their lands.

Weaknesses were found in the Free Cities, and Nitemare made no hesitation to point them out and take full advantage of the situation.

That day had passed, and today was another day.... Would it be as successful as yesterday? Who knows... Guess we will have to wait for tomorrow....

ATTACK!!!

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Army upon army smashed themselves against the San'Guin lines, replused each time with minimal casualties... But still casualties. Karhedron let out a long exasperated sigh at the thought of his situation.... His city-state was effectively under siege.

Other than the most minimal actions, his forces were completely immobilised - forced simply to tenaciously defend the swollen borders of the State... And the Heathens replication of Darden's divine sorcery as ineffective as they were, were becoming a tad annoying.

But that need not bother him for now. Thanks to his forces defensive standing, the supply caravans had finally caught up with his once rapidly advancing troops, and he now lay in his simple cot within the back section of his war tent trying to find sleep actually lying down for once....

In the 'room' next to him - separated from by a simple 'wall' of material, his Generals and Captains still discussed maneuvers and actions ready for the next day of war, despite the fact that it seemed almost certain the next day would be spent as the last - dug in, defending.

A final thought crossed the Prince's mind just before the sandman snuck up on him with a good few nights worth of tiredness on his side, and lumped half a beach down on Karhedrons head...

Well... this will just have to change...

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News of Regulator attacks was sent to him in scribe, for he himself had not be touched save for a now executed spy caught the day before. Immediatly he set into affect his spy network. He soon had a spy in every enemy capital and they were reporting back invaluable information on a daily basis. Studying the reports he noticed and abundace of holy sites on several of the enemies kingdoms. His thieves would be sent to rectify that situation and would do so with relative ease. This action would continue through the next day until it was considered safe as far as heathen sorcery was concerned. His Kingdom was far from war ready, his forces at the time had been made up primarily to combat the dark arts. Luckily this had worked to his favor so far, for their were a number of theft and burn attempts and almost no word of invasion. All enemy attemps had failled however and the time had come to prepare his troops, invasion of or by his troops would occur shortly, he was most certain of this.

The first battle would be a mild one however. His spies had informed him of an obviously undefended enemy of considerable size. This was an opportunity he could not pass up. He sent a single legion to the weakend foe lead by a fairly inexperienced general, it would be a great oppurtunity to learn. The legion met a representative of the spy network currently in the kingdom to confirm the enemy forces, they were still very poorly defended. thousands of acres were liberated with miniscule casualties, even the current citizens barely noticed or cared, their loyalty to the Regulators was obviously none existent. Kwaiq then ordered the leagion to remain in the area to both secure a launching point for future attacks and to provide any needed support for allied troops in the area. His main assualt force would join them in days, perhaps less if luck was with them....

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I can't help but wonder Clot...It seems we have been smashing through Cities realms with little resources, yet still we are unoposed. Now I KNOW we are not THAT good old friend. There must be some other explanation. I refuse to believe the Cities leadership is offering up so many sacrificial lambs. Scov lamented to his most trusted aid. I really need you to investigate this further...

As you wish sire. But might I add that they ARE heathens after all.
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Foret it's quite clear their brains are a touch addled. Makes it kind of difficult to figure out just what the heck they are sceeming if ya know what I mean. And with that both men let out peals of thunderous laughter as Clot left to do his masters bidding.

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As the dust trail started to settle Losmar's thoughts trailed off into the past, into times when the opposing heathen hordes had been more ruthless. Those days were great, if only this new batch of heathens, forets under the banner MFR, were as such. Then, maybe he would take more enjoyment of this war.

Looking over maps of the various regions from which these armies had arrived. One thing thing troubled him, why would so many armies beat down on only a few realms at a time. It is a useless tactic, as was proven upon his own realm in the earlier in the war. So many resources poured into the destruction of just one realm and yet it still could not stop him from continuing his extremely successful retaliatory strikes; each march brought many times more acreage into the fold than marching out with. Sadly though the smoldering fires had brought an end to his realm, the people had been taken into the safety caverns. No heathen knew about them and none lived that ever stumbled upon them. Those glittering halls were the staging point for the resurgance of his people.

Once on the outside his army would gather for a resurgance. A resurgance into the now broken lands of the "high" and "mighty" Regulators who had dared think they could overpower the Republic of Free Cities with greater size and numbers, even bringing another realm into the mix when they discovered that they had bit off more than they could ever chew, let alone nibble upon. Proof of this was shown in the recent analysis of the two sides, showing even while having every disadvantage in this war the Cities had dealt just about as much damage to their attackers as had been dealt to them.

The rider returned, just a couple hours past midnight, just as the camp was beginning to become completely silent. The messages Losmar recieved made him smile, it seems the raids into the largest of the Regulators lands had taken them down a great deal, not crippling, but just enough to start the domino effect. This was good news indeed.

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I figured since no-one had updated since beginning it was needed:
MAXIMS FINEST REGULATORS (MFR) 15 2,198,070 146,538
REPUBLIC OF THE FREE CITIES (RFC) 12 1,314,797 109,566
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Rough hands pulled at her skirt and jeers filled the room. The soldiers were arrogant and ready for further conquer, and the poor young thing who'd accidentally stumbled into the wrong inn would do nicely. Oh, no sir, please! I must get this dinner to my mother! she cried, her eyes wide with terror. She twisted quickly, breaking free from the calloused pikeman and fleeing towards the open door. Whoah! roared the others in the room, delighted at such sport. She was five steps from the freedom and safety before a thrown mug struck her in the back of the head and knocked her dizzy. She fell to the floor sodden and dazed. She blinked away tears as she struggled to push herself up and crawl to door.

Hands were all over her, and she could hear nothing but a great roaring sound. There was tearing, her skirt and underclothes - when they ripped, her skin tore as well. More than hands now, she felt pushing and prodding. She tore inside, and howled. She wept and begged, but it only inflamed the men. They fought for their turns and the biggest went first.

The last to go was a pale youngster, his face filled with pity as he took his turn. His blue eyes met her tear filled gaze and he looked away in shame. He grew angry - who was she, the little whore, to judge him. She knew what she was doing when she came in here, in the simple skirt, damned bitch! He snarled and struck her face, bloodying her lip.

He took the longest, and when he was finished he spit on her face. He stood and kicked the torn child before joining the other men for a drink. Rape is thirsty work.

Quietly, she gathered herself. She could not find her underthings, they were the pikeman's trophy, but her skirt and damp shawl were close by. Wordlessly she crept out the door and into the dark night.

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The girl limped away, her sobs echoing off the cobble stones. The guardsman at the door of the Tavern sneered at her figure as it disappeared around the corner. He laughed, and wished he'd had his turn.

Well, how many? Neinhagen asked as she wiped away the filth and blood from the girl's face. Fifteen, mistress, no, sixteen if you count the boy. replied Lola. She smiled, They all took their turns! The older woman laughed ruefully. Her hands worked strange, glowing sigils into the air, and the corruscation grew to engulf the girl before winking out in a great blue spark.

Good. Our work is almost done. She stepped back and admired her ministrations. The girl looked as fresh and innocent as a kitten. I have to go. You know where the next one is?

Lola nodded and smiled; she knew her list of Regulator's to visit, just like all of Neinhagen's girls.

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The black candles stood tall in their silver settings. They illuminated the workroom (some might call it an oubliette) quite clearly, and cast long shadows into the hallway without, curious faces peering in to see what the Mistress was doing to the first. As always, it was Lola. She kneeled before the Mistress and offered up her pale arm, and all the other girls craned their necks to see.

The cut was small but deep. It barely touched the vein within, creating an opening inside the girl. Delicately, the witch picked up a stained, silver bowl filled with an evil looking ochre fluid. She paused and with great care tipped but a drop into the cut. She uttered a small cantrip to encourage the assimilation of the philtre into the young whore's system, then quickly bound up the wound.

It will be hot, at first. Go. I shall meet you in the streets. She embraced the young blonde then watched the girl scamper down the hallway, rubbing her hot wound. Neinhagen stood and waved another delicate young girl forward. Come, my sweet. Take your turn.


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I'd say the best gash was the little blonde, wouldn't you? the pikeman squinted at the youngster.
Oh yeah, best gash I ever had, that's for sure. I bet we were her first, too!, the recruit nodded knowingly. He squirmed, uncomfortable with the conversation. He looked up to the burly pikeman, and didn't want him to know that the frightened little girl had been his first. The pikeman laughed, Son, bullshit! What's the we? I was her first. I broke her wide open and the rest of you tagged along for the ride! He reached down and scratched his crotch, and frowned. Damned if I ain't sore after bustin' that cherry, too!

The boy shuddered at the memory of the pale, bloodstained thighs, but was aroused too. Shame and lust mingled within him, and before he knew it had to adjust his breeches. It hurt to move down there. I guess it's always like that, after... he thought to himself, too embarassed to ask the pikeman if the soreness and heat in his loins was normal.

Up and down the column of men marching back home for rest and recuperation, the men bragged about their conquests and exploits. One thing they could all agree on was that the girls of Harmony were the best they'd ever taken. Every man had found a girl and taken her. Some had to take them by force, others were invited by a welcoming embrace. Still - they had all tasted deep from the well of lust in Harmony.


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Hungry. Home. Full, no room. Growing. Too many. Crowded. Hungry. Hot. Hot. Hot. Pushing. Crowded. Hungry. Hungry. The Call! Awaiting the Call! Hungry. Crowded. Pushing. Too many. Hungry. Wait. Wait. Wait. Hungry. Come the Call! Let us Free! Hungry. Hot. Hot. Hungry!
...she tore inside, and howled...

Freedom! Freedom! Hot! Freedom! Hot! Go! Now! Freedom! Food! Feed! Freedom! Surge! Surge! Surge! Surge!

...They fought for their turns, and took them. Each man tearing in, growling in blood lust. Some went deep inside the other way, and there was more blood...

Go! Hungry. Feed. Hungry. Go. Freedom. Surge. Go. Feed. Await the Call. Home. Wait. Await. Hungry. Hot. Await. Await. The Call.


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You smell like a damned lamp! the pikeman's wife growled at him as he rolled off her. He frowned at her through bloodshot eyes, what the hell? a lamp?

Her voice rose, A lamp! Oil! You smell like a lamp's oil. It's disgusting! She sat up and swung her legs off the rough bed. It's all over me, your sweat. HERE! Smell! She wiped her breasts and neck where their sweat had mingled and thrust her hand to his nose. He wrinkled his face as he recognized the odor. Indeed, it did smell like lamp oil. He rubbed his red eyes and shook his head. Ever since he'd come home from Harmony, he'd been off his game. First the sore cock, then the red eyes and now this. It was starting to scare him. In the distance, he heard a faint, high pitched sound. Almost like a faint scream. It grew louder, filling his ears. His ears grew hot at the sound. He shook his head and stood, dizzy and confused, What the hell. What the hell. Goddam. Hot. He staggered to the window, the din in his head growing louder and louder. He threw it open, hoping for a breath of cool air, only to find the air outside filled with greater noise. It filled his head and body, the screams consumed his mind and blood.

Hungry. Home. Full, no room. Growing. Too many. Crowded. Hungry. Hot. Burning. Hot. Hot.

Thirsty from their exertions the wife left to get a jug of wine from the kitchen. She ignored him as he stood to stagger to the window.

When she came back into the room, she stopped short and gasped, the screams from window assailing her. The jug fell from her shocked grasp and broke upon the tile, red wine spilling over her feet and onto the hem of her white gown. The pikeman turned to look at her, his face ruined. Hot blood coursed from his eyes and gushed from his ears down his straining neck and hairy body. He moaned in fear, blind and almost deaf. All he could hear was the screaming, a wailing unlike anything he'd heard before.

The room was hot and close. It stank of the pikeman's sweat. Hot oil and sweat, it was suffocating how strong the reek filled the room. It came from the pikeman, his blood his fluids. It like a lamp had been spilled and the room filled by the dangerous fuel.

THE CALL! THE CALL! BURN! BURN! BURN!

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Neinhagen opened the cage. Go! Fly! Call to them! Call to those Awaiting! Tell them ! Banshees flew in a great cloud of shrieking, screaming wings. They flew from the cage and headed back to the lands of the Regulators, bearing their message.

She turned to Wieshaupt, the crooked fellow who'd helped her with her twisted vengeance and continued to explain. When I was a girl, I lived in a sun kissed land, dry but green. It was a beautiful place, I remember, but every five years or so, we had terrible fires. It was as if the land would come alive and explode in flames.

She continued to explain, It was the creosote. The bushes would exude gases that would oddly enough, cause these explosive fires. Once burnt, the untouched root would be nourished by the ashen soil. All the nutrients would be returned to the root, and like a phoenix, the creosote would rise again.

So I applied that simple process to my small friends, I taught it to the Shepherd's Crook - the virus that answers to my Call. The Regulators are now hearing that Call, carried by my Banshees.


She smiledI would imagine it's starting to get a bit hot for those men who came to Harmony. Yes, the Banshees should now be calling to those Awaiting the Call.

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No! No! Stay Away! The pikesman's wife turned and fled as he staggered towards her, his eyes gushing steaming blood. He stumbled into the hallway after her, but tripped into into low table where the hall candle guttered. Flames raced across his hot body, up the trail of blood and into his eyes and ears. He sputtered and then, quite simply, exploded.

Across the city more screams could be heard from above and below. Explosions and fire raced across the city, and it was as if the flames reached up high to return the call of the Banshees wheeling overhead.


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Freedom!!!!! the battle cry sounded out and after the rain of arrows, he and his legions charged forward into the forces of Foret. They had arrived in quick manner and ready to conquer. Their foe would be a stronghold of the Regulators, the battle would be glorious indeed. battle lines were held on both sides at first but, assisted by his sorcerers, Kwaiqs' men began to rush the enemy with increasing vigor. Soon chaos was seen in the forces of foret and great gains had been liberated, gains that swelled his kingdom. But the battle cost many men for his legions and left his kingdoms as a whole in a much weaker state, and this great victory would no doubt only draw the eyes and men of the rest of MFR.

Word of mass burnings had been sent from his city. That same day word of
large sorcery attacks had reached him. his kingdom was far too weak. No invasion attempts had yet been taken against him thankfully, but he knew it was only a matter of time, he must return to his kingdom as fast as possible. The journey home was not an easy one however, drought with storms and sickness, it was much longer a journey than it should have been. "Darden must be busy this day" he thought to himself.

Once he had arrived the outlook of his home was bleek but not without hope. The sorcery and burning had left more than half his realm in shambles. He order the centuries stationed in outlying areas and civilians alike to fall back to the heartland provinces of his kingdom, or at the very least to leave the conquered lands. An attack was imminent, ney promised to him, he would have to scramlbe his depleted forces to his fortresses and throughout town and wait....

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She raised an eyebrow in amused deference when Tallula had mentioned sending her to bed. If she hadn't caught that faint hint of approval in the woman's glance, she would have been irritated at the admonition. She doubted the woman was upset at her disregard for orders- this time at least. When Tallula turned to address the other guards, Grace allowed her own gaze to roam around the tent, falling on individual men and on the evidence left behind from the attack.

It was obvious that Tallula was the target- else the man could have waited till the woman slept or was out of the tent to steal whatever he wanted. He had, after all, figured out a way to sneak past the camp guards. It was also clear that his intent was to take Tallula alive. As quick as Grace had been, she knew that all it would have taken was a well placed blade and it wouldn't have mattered when she walked in on the man and his activities.

She hoped the guards were better at getting information out of prisoners, than they were at keeping intruders out. Perhaps, she would have a go at it when they were through and had left. In secret. She eyed him coldly, as if he were a specimen she were about to dissect and explore. Yes. When the guards were through their attempts, she would have a go at it.

Turning toward Tallula as she was requested to join the woman, she smiled and nodded.

M'lady? Of course.

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Logan desperately clambered over the bodies of the dead. It seemed he was going up a hill... whether it was of a hill of earth or corpses, Logan chose not to ask. As he reached to top of the hill, he looked down upon the valley below... he was too late. The battle was over... his troops were of coarse victorious, however he had not been by their side at the time of battle. Curse that damn snowstorm! My troops are three days ahead of me! BLACKMANE WE'VE GOT SOME RUNNING TO DO! Logan yelled. As he ran down the hill to catch up to his troops. Behind him Blackmane glided in the air, the wolf loved a good chase, and it seemed he was going to get one.

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