LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II

Terris: Having quote tags in your signature can get you warnings.
 
whats the deal with the two cheifs? Is it under civil war or something?
It was. Kenna and the Divotheists won out.

Alt-Hists are hard to you know. Seeing as the orders I get are usually longer than the orders Iggy receives.
Bull. I'm constantly getting multi-PM orders from several nations.

:run: :whipped: So Iggy you think you will update this weekend? Or Next.
Sometime between now and a week from now.
 
With all due respect, your update are also shorter then iggy's though ;)
 
Mine average 12 pages of Microsoft Word size 12 Times New Roman font.

EDIT: What are you implying about the content of my updates moose?
 
could one of you send me an example of their past orders? mine are rediculously small compared to that and i definetly need to learn how to write better ones.
 
Personally, I like iggy's writing style. Except he never mentions my generals but he always mentions Khermi or Veritas'!

FYI, the Emperor Guang himself is leading the punitive campaign against the Barbarians iggy. REMEMBER THAT AND MENTION HIM!!! :cry:
 
When fear takes your breath; when your duty seems to defy even fate; when merciful death is scorned for the sake of honor, do not not falter. Falter, and fail. However, if you conquer fear with will, fate with brotherhood and duty, then even death will bow its head in honorable defeat; Succeed in this fashion, and be remembered as a hero forever more...​

Khagan Khorchi, upon the eve of battle

How sweet the dead Iron Faces soldiers upon the fields looked, their broken bodies scattered about the plains. Ghosts of the battle lingered here, each one raising up their soft voices into the empty sky. Some cried in pain and fear, while others swore, releasing their anger at their fates, while more still remembered what was left behind.

Wives, daughters, sons, fathers: family and friends poorly left by their passing. How sweet and sad such deaths were, upon that sorrowful battlefield. The desperate rebels falling upon the Gorin, their dirty rags falling upon the brightly shining armor in a dance of death.

Heroes one and all that fought and died on that day. Each one asking, praying, swearing and crying. Wishing so hard to know the answer that could not be heard?

"Was it worth it, those heroic deeds that could not outstripe death itself?" they asked silently.

Only time itself could answer that question, and it moved on without a word, leaving silence upon the field. Empty eyes watched the empty sky, but no answer would ever come.


Only the dead have seen the end of war.


Plato
 
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