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An Ancient War Of Vengeance! (Fantasy Medieval Invite Only)

Hansia
17-08-2006, 06:15
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IC:

"Men of Hansia, I am one of you! A simple man who knows one thing! The Elves must die in order for our children to Live!"

~ High King Azaire Holandar I, Son of the Divine protector and first King of Hansia!


Hansian Border…


The sound of thousands of boots marching across the ground could be heard from a mile away. The armies of Hansia had started a crusade a holy war to crush their hated enemies the high elves. The sight would be impressive to the local observers, as they would see legions of humans dressed in various types of armor.

The humans were armed with various weapons from bows, swords, maces, spears, and halberds. There was also hundreds of Hansian Realm Knights ridding amongst the various divisions of the armies. It seemed the various lords of Hansia had come to aid their King in crushing the Elven scourge from the human race.

The Order of Arcania had also joined this army in support for their mighty High King. There was a massive array of spell casters from the masters of the arcane. The other spell casters were priest of the Divine Protector. They adorned their traditional attire of robes and chain mail armor with war-hammers and maces at ready to strike their enemies.

The armies had also brought siege engines from battering rams to trebuchets and catapults. The massive army finally halted at the border. The sight was eerie as the horde of human soldiers just halted in their tracks just on the edge of their territory.

The ancient High King Azaire Holandar himself rode up to the front of his Hansian Royal Army and said in his most famous speech ever to his loyal soldiers and knights….

"Men of Hansia, I am one of you! A simple man who knows one thing! The Elves must die in order for our children to Live!"

The huge army cheered as their King raised his divinely crafted blade up into the air. The holy energy of the divine protector resided in this large sword and the sun reflected right off the blade. The men looked upon it and found renewed vigor and strength from the mighty dragon that was their god.

The King swung the blade and pointed towards the ancient forest. The Forest was the ancestral homeland of the High Elves that had years ago had tried to enslave the Hansi tribe. The descendants of the Hansi had now come for vengeance!