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09-07-2009, 05:34 PM
Tribune Pelton Virtus,
Brother,
Enjoy your time off; it would be good to have you back to knock the young-lings around, but WeaponsX has been struck with Rome Fever yet again and is having visions of grandeur: We are breaking our backs farming all day long and at night he makes us fight to the death in the arena.
After taking the Hamlet he went on to conquer a city, which was built with our blood, sweat and screams of pain as he gazes from his watch tower, sipping mint tea. His dark Orkish eyes always moving, watching, forever judging...
Rome is very much alive Brother, the walls are strong and the towers offer far a view. WeaponsX, who as of late demands to be called Caesar The Just, inspects every corner, planning the building of the many cannons and zap towers the city offers. The servants have reported that he chuckles in his sleep every night; non-doubt at the vision of many a foes being blasted to a crisp by the city defenses.
Our forces have grown to 40; Caesar will not be pleased until we reach 50. We all suspect that that number will only appease his hunger for expansion only for so long before he demands the full 100; so we will keep recruiting passed the 50 to avoid his drunken wrath.
Though our rank are full of Alfars, *spits*, the new recruits are mostly veterans and strong additions to our ranks; the few who are weaker or rebellious will soon be toughened, broken or tossed outside the city walls for target practice with the cannons.
Yes, it would please this old Ork to have you back to strengthen the officers ranks, but take your rest as long as you can; for once Rome has risen fully from its ashes, only Death will offers peace.
For Rome and for glory: HAIL CAESAR!
PS: The messenger delivering this message has only farmed 298 resources yesterday instead of 300 and has been sentenced to death in the worst possible way. You are to execute that sentence and return the pieces to Rome within a week. Such is the wish of Caesar.
Your brother in arms,
Brutus Virtus
Tribune of The Tenth
Brother,
Enjoy your time off; it would be good to have you back to knock the young-lings around, but WeaponsX has been struck with Rome Fever yet again and is having visions of grandeur: We are breaking our backs farming all day long and at night he makes us fight to the death in the arena.
After taking the Hamlet he went on to conquer a city, which was built with our blood, sweat and screams of pain as he gazes from his watch tower, sipping mint tea. His dark Orkish eyes always moving, watching, forever judging...
Rome is very much alive Brother, the walls are strong and the towers offer far a view. WeaponsX, who as of late demands to be called Caesar The Just, inspects every corner, planning the building of the many cannons and zap towers the city offers. The servants have reported that he chuckles in his sleep every night; non-doubt at the vision of many a foes being blasted to a crisp by the city defenses.
Our forces have grown to 40; Caesar will not be pleased until we reach 50. We all suspect that that number will only appease his hunger for expansion only for so long before he demands the full 100; so we will keep recruiting passed the 50 to avoid his drunken wrath.
Though our rank are full of Alfars, *spits*, the new recruits are mostly veterans and strong additions to our ranks; the few who are weaker or rebellious will soon be toughened, broken or tossed outside the city walls for target practice with the cannons.
Yes, it would please this old Ork to have you back to strengthen the officers ranks, but take your rest as long as you can; for once Rome has risen fully from its ashes, only Death will offers peace.
For Rome and for glory: HAIL CAESAR!
PS: The messenger delivering this message has only farmed 298 resources yesterday instead of 300 and has been sentenced to death in the worst possible way. You are to execute that sentence and return the pieces to Rome within a week. Such is the wish of Caesar.
Your brother in arms,
Brutus Virtus
Tribune of The Tenth