26-09-2003, 03:41
Nearly 48 hours ago, I, the Great Mantonious, launched an assault on the one of the nearby nations (the name of which is of no importance) that dared challenge the might of the Imperium. With nearly 690,000 warriors I swept accross the boarder to the outlying nation that began to set up their defenses in a last attempt to stand against me. The battle was bloody and fierce, the casualties in the thousands (all were theirs). In the end, their realm lay in waste and in the midst of the carnage and destruction, my people stood in bloody victory, cursing the names of all those that oppose me... For their time will come when they too shall have a tast of my blade...