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"What? A Total War advisor just moaned at me." ~Nick "Pussydestroyer6669"

Shit.

Ahem.

Ever since 305 BC them white boiz been enjoying settling in Egypt.

This man misunderstood my comment. You went into how middle easterners look currently and I mentioned them European settlers during the Ptolemaic dynasty.

Me boi don't forget about the period of Greek dynasties where conaiderable numbers of colonists came from Greece and Thrace and settled in Egypt.

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@ColonelKillaBee The joke is as he burns them alive, that's what they say. Dang it bobby making me explain memes.

I could have sworn you mentioned having a girlfriend in the states before deploying?

Isn't this the same girlfriend you cheated on a hundred times overseas?

Phew that was a post that was in development hell since 2018 because it depended on another post which because it isn't being continued me and Balrog just continued, editing out the effects of said other post.

Imperial City, Palace District Client Barracks Kyne, not Kynareth, damn not Kynareth, was spilling her words out. The storms of these southlands were soft and infinitely forgiving and still to Corvus it would be sacrilege to venture out in it for worldly pleasures. No, he and all of his fellowmen would retire within the old barracks tonight. Ever trusted Hagen with silver tongue managed well enough as liaison. Balancing the awkward culture and customs of these Imperials with the many tribal entities that made up their paymaster's cadre. Hagen with silver tongue, he eased into the middle with ease. Perhaps even enjoying easing the mixing of cultures? With a godly patience Corvus pondered on the end of things, days were spent deep in the primitive man's mind, fasting even for drink and meat. Reclaiming memories of ages past, war in Roscrea, the great starving, service of the seemingly mystic far east. He felt stretched and longing. His life was becoming memories of older grandeur. Memories of a great warrior, against the southerners, against snow-beasts, against the gate spilling hoards, against the dragon, against the thawing devils. Four hundred years of bitter struggle only to falter now, he was not ready to sing his final song. Was it wrong then that only the epics of old remained? He carried the burden of enlightenment, the shunning of a final hall. For in all this time deep in thought he wasn't wise enough to understand. The old thing had a single purpose, he would have no more sagas or epics. Best enjoy the memories of old. It was good then that Kyne spilled her words in console to the weary Atmoriant. Better still did the harsh mother instill a test of will, the client guards had themselves an important guest to the barrack. It was a knocking that announced that guest, the hushed whispering Client Soldiers from dark thoughts. An Imperial Soldier, his colors not of red, but purple entered, his white-gold shimmering like a star, underneath the water drenched equipment. The soldier did an Imperial Salute, old fashioned. "Her Majesty, Empress Draconus, your liege lord waits in the rain, outside. She requires her guard to present themselves." It took a minute for the entirety of the Roscreans to flood into the barrack's foyer, which they overcrowded the entrance. Corvus' head stood above all others in the middle of the crowd, he stood stone faced and fidgeted with the wound in his hand, the oath wound he gave to Dales. Hagen at his right. There paymaster waited for them in the dripping rain. You could tell by her drenched blonde locks, underneath her purple hood. The Empress was flanked by ten guards on each side, her Palace soldiers, and some of the Roscreans she took with them already. To there country man's shock, they had undergo a dramatic transformation. Though it was hard tell underneath the storm, they seemingly wore a new kit. A a kit of silver, crimson, and steel. And the Client soldiers who wore them, walked with a certain pride, and smug looks underneath there new helmets, as if they we're showing off to their comrades. Infront of them, crates of soaked wood we're opened. The Empress called out, her voice booming above the rain "Bloodsworn. Did the Empress not promise her soldiers arms and armor? Think of it...as a gift. From the Empress to her favored warriors." She motioned for them to look inside the crates... And inside, they found what she had promised. Finely forged Spartha's gleaming silver, with handles adorned with red stones. Two handed axes, of the finest forged Imperial steel they had ever seen, with handles made from finely crafted iron. Shields of stalwart steel, an Imperial style, but not like the equipment of this century, it was archaic, but no less finely made. The craftsmenship was excellent, though you could quite bit of the equipment on display had seen battle before And for armor, sets of expertly worked scaled chestguards, silverly plate halburks here and there, and other equipment, a fusion of Norse and Imperial influence drawn on some of them. For helmets, platinum coilfs that covered there entire faces, and a wide arrange of full face helms, all of differing Imperial styles from different ages, some of which were Palace Guard helmets, or finely crafted Legion equipment, up to the warriors preference. They clamored about the crates, there was some confusion of who was gifted what. All were vehemently pleased with gift giving; However, Corvus and Hagen both had the look of weariness and confusion. They didn't approach for the gifts. "Chieften, speaker. Come forward to me." The Empress commanded. Corvus was looking between the Empress' non-Roscrean guards, paranoid that one among them was a spy for the devil emperor. He and Hagen put themselves before their paymaster, Corvus raised his oath-wounded hand in her honor. First she approached the Speaker, holding a weapon to him, "I gift this to you, officer. An heirloom of the guard. Wielded by Captain Atriumas a hundred years ago, it has passed to worthy soldiers from then, and now I relinquish it's care to you. May it serve you well" It was a ornate mace. The head had ridges, made from nothing other then a mix of silver, and mithril, and adorned with veiny dragons, en carved in the weapon. It's handle was of the same material, barring the small, but still noticeable ruby that lay at it's end. A beautiful weapon to be sure, strong, but almost uncannily light, as afforded but it's material. "The lordly paymaster should not bare such an exquisite gift to my person. I, born a whaler in rags, this thing of beauty belongs to the high born." Said Hagen. His wisdom of denying such a gift above his status was lost on the Imperials, their culture too different to understand. A look of understanding fell on the girl. "Can you kill people well enough?" The young girl asked plainly. "Many times have I killed, many times have I raised my shield to my lord. Both be done for you paymaster." "That's the only thing that matters here. The owners of this weapon belonged too men and woman who rose in the ranks through their talent, not spoonfed, silk-clad children of aristocrats. That is the way of the Legion. It's shiny now but it's drenched in the blood of centuries in defense of the Royal Throne. It needs someone who can properly feed it blood." She grinned, offering it forward, "Take it, and spill blood in my name. That is all that required to wield it, not fake titles, and crowns. Putting it too good use. My soldiers and guard will have not but the best equipment, as a matter of principal." The Empress had decided the best course of action was to draw from her family's wealth, rather that of the Imperial treasury. Less her...teacher be made aware of her activities. Furthermore, while she had some equipment made, quite a bit of the pile was taken from the armoury of her own palace guard and the Second Legion, much of which was old fashioned equipment she had refurbished. Still of excellent quality and make, but a much lighter load on her expenses if she was to do otherwise. "This exchange, the debt cannot be repaid, not in a hundred lifetimes. It is worth more than I" His rough hands liberated the mace from Dales, with such care and attempt at grace would seem he's holding his own soul in hand. She nodded and approached, the half giant. "Chieftan. Alas, there was no weapon in the armouries...grand enough, for one such as you to wield. I had this made specially." At her words a guard approached, carrying the biggest sheaf anyone had ever seen. The guard himself was large, and strong, and even he struggled to carry it. The Empess, clearly channelling magic to assist her, lifted the leather sheaf, and motioned for the man to draw what was inside. It was a sword. A great sword, some would say, but it was more like a slab. It's blade was large, very large, and seemed like it could be used as a crushing weapon because of it's weight. But it was clear to all the sword was tempered by an expert at the forge. In contrast to the silver light of the mace, the blade shone like darkness. Clearly Ebony had been used in it's forging, though it seemed to be an alloy combined with a separate mineral. Still, gorgeous. Embroided at it's large hilt, we're black gem stones, and silvery crows, haunting and wicked. Corvus silently grasped the magnificent sword in his right hand, the weight of it crashing into his wrist. The blade slumped to the floor still in his hand. With a struggle he looked into Dales eyes. The thing was immense in his old age, yet so many eyes attached themselves to his increasing display of weakness. An unacceptable display. With an enormous strain he gathered himself and hefted it in a single hand, his oath-wounded hand, above his head. Scraping the thing atop the roof. The foreigners truly thought of giants then? He only thought of the impossibility of breath and an weakly beating heart, the tightening of chest and weakness of lungs brought the sword back to the world. She called out, "Men, are you pleased with your gifts!?" The expected outcry went about, a whole bunch of furiously happy war cries and shouting. Dales alone could hear the struggle of breath on the old Atmoriant, he lowered himself below her head height in knelling. He acknowledged the transference of debt by the gift. The Empress could obviously see a great weight on the Giant's shoulder. Anyone could see...his tired eyes. Hopefully he still had the strength to crush and rend. "You have the tools you need. Use them well. Carry on gentlemen." The Empress gave a curt nod, before making her leave. "Your all beginning official duty tomorrow. Make sure to take care of your new gear." Most of the guard left, barring a trio of palace soldiers, stone faced as usual. They carried rolls of parchment, they went forward to the speaker, handing him the assembly of scrolls. "These are the details of your men's patrols and guard dity." The man's speech slurred underneath the rain. "Make sure they are punctional and disciplined. Long live the Empire." They offered an imperial salute, leaving the client soldiers. After they left Hagen looked at Corvus with both eyebrows raised. "Did he say guard dity?" Corvus labored himself to rise. "Imperials are a strange bunch."

That moment when the Imperials replace the testuto with standing in line for yo food.

The new cod is really fun, been really wanting one without exo suits and too far futuristic stuff. Black Ops 2 was where I was happy with the future stuff. Anyhow Im actually pretty good with thr AK-47 and my favorite weapon in the beta, the three burst famas

I must see what balrog posted.

Unholy fusions. BigDocBalrog BTCelans ColonelWitchieBee

That's not lore friendly, this is the real Easy Pete.

I love Roboboi.

Rest in peace Ubbe.

Man got Zero Summed