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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eryndur" data-source="post: 3861683" data-attributes="member: 2910">A gigantic tree-like structure... opaque eyewear... smiling gleeful faces... self-awareness... liquid white-hot rock... darkness, then light.. a voice, sinister..."The following constructs are hereby purchased by the Throne of Cyre, and are Her Majesty's sole property. As per the Throne's wishes, they are designated as follows: 6th Special Operations Squad, Eston Company, 3rd Army. Units are:3AC-42X. Function: Heavy Infantry.GR8-C15. Function: Heavy Infantry.GSU-13A. Function: Heavy Infantry, Equipment Repair.R7-2B3. Function: Medium Infantry. Wilderness Adaptation.SD-85. Function: Reconnaissance, Subterfuge.IWM-13. Function: Experimental Element-based Magical Support.AR-88. Function: Tactical Support, Unit Repair and Augmentation.All units are operational and programmed for warfare. Primary objective: protect the land and citizenry of Cyre. Welcome into being, warforged...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ONE YEAR LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"It's a hell of a mess, Corporal, I won't lie to you," shouts Colonel Dansern over the unceasing bombardment. "We're holed up in this valley with the cursed landslide to our rear, and stinking Marguul tribesmen entrenched along the road."A searing flash of red is accompanied by a low whine outside the dun canvas tent. You and the colonel duck instinctively as the ensuing explosion rocks the ground beneath your feet.The slim Cyran warlord steadies himself against the map-laden table. The everburning torches staked into the ground are almost an afterthought, as the night sky outside the tent is constantly alight with the strobing effects of devastating sorcery. "Filthy traitors! We've problems enough with Karrnath and Thrane, and now this! They send Breland packing, and suddenly they think they've got a nation! A nation of what, I ask you? Snot-dribbling, slack-jawed, hunchbacks?"Dansern rubs his handlebar moustache in frustration, his most recognizable trait. "Enough of that. Corporal Erran, bring your squad of things in here. I want to have a look at them."Outside, the wind howls through the mountain passes, chilling every man to the bone. But you are not men. You all stand rigid, entranced by the exchange of wondrous magicks. The towering height of Pargon's Peak looms over everything in sight. The camp is laid out below on the valley floor, a thousand small white tents dotting the rocky landscape. Horses scream in the distance, terrorized by the spell artillery. A few uncontrolled fires are hastily being put out. The stars are blotted out from the smoke. Somewhere, unseen yet heard to the south, a battle rages. The chaos, the darkness, the struggle to persevere -- it all calls to you on a deep level, something you can't quite understand. It feels as though you were born for this. You know of no other existence. War is your sole purpose.[sblock=OOC]Erran is inside the command tent with Colonel Dansern. The rest of the party is just outside. The tent is on a small rise that overlooks the main camp. Pargon's Peak is the largest mountain in the Seawalls. It is the entrance to the famed Seven Caves. Until last year, this was Cyran land, but the upstart nation of Darguun now battles to withhold it.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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