Post by Directed by M. Night Shyamalan on Apr 15, 2012 0:42:37 GMT -5
This is a plea, a message to all able-bodied beasts who love justice and the purging and cleansing of all despicable evil.
We are the great Isle of Argong, the proud home of the noble line of Marten rulers and warriors. We strive for the days of peace and glory, for the destruction of all who would dare rally against the flag of light and justice. But the forces of darkness clamor against us, the paw of evil raises its claws down on us in the form of the abomination, the Vara Shvall and his Crimson Hordes.
From the northern lands they came, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, all in their vast armada. They came to make war on us, to take our lands and ravage our isles beauty.
For years our noble comrades have battled the wolverines scourge, and for years we have conceded ground to their overwhelming size. Even now, as they march over mountain of their own dead bodies toward our glorious capital, we fight on! And fight on we shall until every one of our throats have been cut for the glory of the motherland.
Just weeks before the writing of this message, our glorious armies fought the ravenous beast to a standstill. In the gorges of the Lord's Pass through the mountains, our Infinite Army met the bloodthirsty Shvall in full-force, with every mighty warrior of ours there to halt his rampage.
And halt him we did! Our brave and glorious comrades, heroes each of them to our beautiful motherland, stuck the monster like a fish, slashing and hacking him and bleeding him dry. The ground ran deep with the blood of fallen comrades and slain invaders, and now the great beast has come to a halt. Their losses were too severe, they need time to recuperate and recover before another assault. Ka knows when this may be, but they are not the only ones.
Our Legions are laid waste, only a quarter of our fighting force can still bear arms, with nearly ten thousand casualties holding the Lord's Pass. We weep for our fallen brothers, but tears do not raise an army.
Even with the old traditions the dictated only male Martens may fight abolished, we are nearly spent. Thousands of new faces, new species, flood our ranks but it is not enough, and so many warriors have been slain and so many are needed on the front lines, that we cannot afford anywhere near enough to train them all.
Our great allies in the Wildcat Patriarchy have gone silent for over a year, and our scout ships spotted their capital in flames. Their Patriarch has been forced to flee, they cannot help us now.
The enemies force is vast. They are preparing. We send this message now to the far coasts in an appeal to any and all beasts willing to help us in our time of need. Lord Daje humbly asks for assistance.
We are bleeding, we are dying. Our numbers are dwindling, our morale is dropping. The enemy is vicious, strong, and unrelenting. Please, help us. Do not let us die. Do not let our glorious motherland fall to this fowl abomination.
Please, help us.
Plot notes:
We need adventurers, warriors, Long Patrol hares (preferably) to set forth and help free the Southern Isle from siege.
This probably won't start immediately. This is just an interest check. If I get enough interest in it, I'll consider implementing it.
I'm interested! I have a fox corsair captain, Kohl Stryker who could be of some use to either the good or bad side, depending on who wants to pay him. I also have several long patrol hares, and I play the badger lord, Braythe the Savage! I'm sure we could find a good use for any number of them! ^^