Post by The Storyteller on Jan 9, 2015 23:19:41 GMT
In a world where Man is the ultimate prey...
And Elves squander the earth's riches...
These brave men and women stood up for freedom...
To my men,
I have just recieved word that the Imperial capital has fallen. Some sort of calamity... I am not sure... there were no survivors and... my experts suggest it is some sort of elven attack, but I simply cannot knoq. I have looked the enemy in the slanted eye, and I know they have not the will for this sort of... evil.
I have also recieved word the local governor will not be joining us and has chosen to remain with his people. I had never been to this country before this assignment, but I had heard their king, though antiquated, was a good and righteous man. I am pleased the local populace will have someone to look after them in the coming days.
With that said, we are still enacting Phoenix Protocol. You've all trained for this. You've all undergone the psychological and necromantic tests. You should be able to endure the years it may take the Empire to fully recover before it calls upon us. Each of you is a veteran, and each of you is like my child, whom I know I may never see again.
The fortress has been enchanted so that only authorized personnel may enter or leave. All nonessential personnel have been evacuated. The armory is prepared. I feel sorry for the first sons of bitches to meet us in the New World.
Serving with you... has been the proudest act of my life. I hope to see everyone of you on the other side.
Armory inventory
300 enchanted swords (Blades can cut through granite)
300 enchanted automated crossbows (Infinite ammunition)
300 enchanted sets of armor (The best protection Imperial gold can buy)
A library containing all current theories and practices of magic (For the eggheads)
Two Typhon-class golems (To be used wisely)
An experimental cloak of invisibility (Note the word experimental.)
Several sets of two-way magic mirrors for communication (Each of these is worth ten times the yearly revenue of your dirtball town)
Slightly anachronistic but extremely badass theme for a montage beginning with the collapse of all civilization and ending a thousand years with our heroes waking up.
And Elves squander the earth's riches...
These brave men and women stood up for freedom...
To my men,
I have just recieved word that the Imperial capital has fallen. Some sort of calamity... I am not sure... there were no survivors and... my experts suggest it is some sort of elven attack, but I simply cannot knoq. I have looked the enemy in the slanted eye, and I know they have not the will for this sort of... evil.
I have also recieved word the local governor will not be joining us and has chosen to remain with his people. I had never been to this country before this assignment, but I had heard their king, though antiquated, was a good and righteous man. I am pleased the local populace will have someone to look after them in the coming days.
With that said, we are still enacting Phoenix Protocol. You've all trained for this. You've all undergone the psychological and necromantic tests. You should be able to endure the years it may take the Empire to fully recover before it calls upon us. Each of you is a veteran, and each of you is like my child, whom I know I may never see again.
The fortress has been enchanted so that only authorized personnel may enter or leave. All nonessential personnel have been evacuated. The armory is prepared. I feel sorry for the first sons of bitches to meet us in the New World.
Serving with you... has been the proudest act of my life. I hope to see everyone of you on the other side.
Armory inventory
300 enchanted swords (Blades can cut through granite)
300 enchanted automated crossbows (Infinite ammunition)
300 enchanted sets of armor (The best protection Imperial gold can buy)
A library containing all current theories and practices of magic (For the eggheads)
Two Typhon-class golems (To be used wisely)
An experimental cloak of invisibility (Note the word experimental.)
Several sets of two-way magic mirrors for communication (Each of these is worth ten times the yearly revenue of your dirtball town)
Slightly anachronistic but extremely badass theme for a montage beginning with the collapse of all civilization and ending a thousand years with our heroes waking up.