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Kilvan was taken aback, and stumbled back and fell as the angelic host appeared before him. He had always been a believer, but this was something that only the most devoted of high priests were to ever witness. He had just managed to right himself to his knees when the Angels departed, their message heavy in the air. Bethlehem...the name was foreigner him, but the Light of God was clearly intending to guide his entourage. The signs could not be more clear. Surely Artemis would declare it so before the sun rose tomorrow?
The Emperor of Crassus was away on a bloody campaign in the north against the dreaded Huns. Winter had covered the lands of the Danube with deep snow. The deep frost of the north crept south and blanketed the hills with ice. Driven by a bitter wind from the land of the norsemen, the frost spread to Illyria. Winter had come.
At night the Emperor could see the great star of Bethlehem shining brightly in the night sky. He knew that this was a sign. Unsure of what to do he consulted his generals. After some discussion they agreed that if they marched on the enemy, under the light of this star, they would gain victory.......
The Arat Emperor could see the great star from his high citadel in Yeret. At once he knew its meaning. After gathering a great host of men and horses, he began his long ride across Armenia, hoping to reach the land of this star. Verdant hills and valleys turned into arid steppe. As he reached the great deserts of the south he exchanged his horses for camels.......
As the messengers arrive, the star appears in the sky. The Khan of Mouffjijaddrer stands down his army. "Glorious." he murmurs, before announcing "I accept the union of the mongols! We ride for the star, and whatever may lie beneath it!" and with that, they were off with the fury of a million horses.
I will turn this post into a decent RP post as soon as I get the chance.
The time of prayers and incense had passed. As he presented it to members of his family, the accepted, and embraced it. Wishing him well, they saw him off, as the small fishing boat slowly drifted across the horizon into the meshed deep red and orange hues that made up the edge of the ocean. Glory in the highest was in those hues, made pastel coloured by the clouds that dotted parts of that horizon, making it look akin to a painting as the moon shone its pale blue luminosity brighter every minute, until the sky was purely dark blue, and the magenta hues had faded away entirely...
I think the rule was "no triple posting".
The Emperor gathered a host of 5000 soldiers, the only soldiers brave enough to attack the enemy in the hostile conditions. They marched across the snow covered ground in the dead of night with only the light of the star to guide them. At midnight they crossed a small bridge over the Danube. After hours of marching they could see the fires of the Hunnic camp. Each man drew his sword and prepared to rush the enemy camp.
Perhaps you could take a break, and return to the RMB when you are not drunk.
This fellow needs a rest.
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