SKILORD
Insurgent
Thrang looked over at the Amazonian perched next to him, Hilp was a Gang, one of the northern Amazonian tribes, one which had elected to ally with the Dominion, one of Thrangs axes sat in his hand.
The Trikk generals had worked hard to develop different strategies across the different battlefields, one would see few of the prized Llama charioteers here in the rainforests of the Amazonian battlefields, the axes were different too, the Northern Axes were distinctly larger, as the Northern Armies rushed their opponents to meet them on the battlefields, fighting was hand to hand against the northern barbarians and the generals who trained in Hrall prized the Llama charioteers for their ability to shatter the lines of the barbarian troops. To the contrary Thrang had always been told not to rush forward away from the cover of the trees, the Amazonian archers hid with poisoned arrows out there and it was far better to simply throw smaller axes to clear some of the opposition first, and even if it hadnt been the larger northern axes wouldnt have been much use with the limited space to swing that the rainforest provided. The differences werent enough to separate the two, they were both certainly Trikk Warriors, but the Trikk understood that there was no universal strategy.
Hilp nodded, pulling back his own bow and letting the poison death pierce the flesh of a rival tribes warrior who would never learn the folly that was the charge in the Amazonian forests.
Javelins stung tree trunks and the battle began.
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For the love of the Dominion many a man had died. She was a tempting mistress, promising every immortality. Who dared say that the Duke Hryle, he whose name was whispered solemnly by every charioteer, had not exceeded mortality? The Dominion rewarded those who served her well.
The soldiers stood in their rows, noone could accuse the Trikk army of lacking organization, their axes hung behind their backs, the base metals catching what sun they could, the charioteers pet their Llamas, standing besides them. The days had come for battle to be brought again to the North, the latest winner of the woodworking festival had dreams so grandiose as Hryles, and he hoped to add as greatly to his majestys Empire.
For the love of the Dominion many a solemn foot was placed upon the ground to march for conquest.
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Orders
Begin slightly steeper taxes towards the center of the Empire to encourage expansion outwards and to increase tax funding. The taxes will be only slightly higher, not by any means excessive or even unfair. (just an eeensy weensy bit)
500 Charioteers are to be added to the Northern Army to assist in expansions.
3000 Warriors are to be devoted to expanding northwards.
3000 Warriors are to fight wars with our Amazonian Allies to expand Trikk influence in the Amazon.
1000 Warriors are to work on building a road between Trii and Hrall.
The Trikk generals had worked hard to develop different strategies across the different battlefields, one would see few of the prized Llama charioteers here in the rainforests of the Amazonian battlefields, the axes were different too, the Northern Axes were distinctly larger, as the Northern Armies rushed their opponents to meet them on the battlefields, fighting was hand to hand against the northern barbarians and the generals who trained in Hrall prized the Llama charioteers for their ability to shatter the lines of the barbarian troops. To the contrary Thrang had always been told not to rush forward away from the cover of the trees, the Amazonian archers hid with poisoned arrows out there and it was far better to simply throw smaller axes to clear some of the opposition first, and even if it hadnt been the larger northern axes wouldnt have been much use with the limited space to swing that the rainforest provided. The differences werent enough to separate the two, they were both certainly Trikk Warriors, but the Trikk understood that there was no universal strategy.
Hilp nodded, pulling back his own bow and letting the poison death pierce the flesh of a rival tribes warrior who would never learn the folly that was the charge in the Amazonian forests.
Javelins stung tree trunks and the battle began.
-
For the love of the Dominion many a man had died. She was a tempting mistress, promising every immortality. Who dared say that the Duke Hryle, he whose name was whispered solemnly by every charioteer, had not exceeded mortality? The Dominion rewarded those who served her well.
The soldiers stood in their rows, noone could accuse the Trikk army of lacking organization, their axes hung behind their backs, the base metals catching what sun they could, the charioteers pet their Llamas, standing besides them. The days had come for battle to be brought again to the North, the latest winner of the woodworking festival had dreams so grandiose as Hryles, and he hoped to add as greatly to his majestys Empire.
For the love of the Dominion many a solemn foot was placed upon the ground to march for conquest.
-
Orders
Begin slightly steeper taxes towards the center of the Empire to encourage expansion outwards and to increase tax funding. The taxes will be only slightly higher, not by any means excessive or even unfair. (just an eeensy weensy bit)
500 Charioteers are to be added to the Northern Army to assist in expansions.
3000 Warriors are to be devoted to expanding northwards.
3000 Warriors are to fight wars with our Amazonian Allies to expand Trikk influence in the Amazon.
1000 Warriors are to work on building a road between Trii and Hrall.
It gonna be nice 
