Times of war grind by on shattered wheels, forever demanding the
attention of a Ruler and Commander. However, even in such brutal
and demanding moments, a brief and critical break can and must be
taken. Today, we celebrate the Blackguardian holiday of
, roughly translating to "Victory Day." On that
note, a happy Vilisinfratz to the Blackguard Empire and our allies!
An army is only as great as the Commander is. If your Commander
isn't quick enough to act, or hesitates even a moment in battle,
you'll lose ten. If your Commander is weak in soul and heart and
takes pity on your opponent, you'll lose a hundred. And if your
Commander is simply incompetent, you'll lose thousands.
"Down South, below the earth, there lies a land of gold. Down
South, above the sky, lies halls of Heroes, Old. Down South,
between the two, there sits a fortress squat. Down South, between
the walls, there sits foolish lot. Down South, there lies the Lord,
the ones who call us low. Down South, our target sit, awaiting for
their coal. Down South, our oils light and glasses do explode. Down
South, our target lies, and we're not ones to let it go."
A troop's song, used for encouragement on long marches. The roots
of it are unknown, though most say it was an old folk song.
"Lying, crying, burning oil. We are warlords, you are soil. Cower,
cower, flee and fly, we'll not stop until you die. Send your
marchers send your dogs, we'll keep sending logs and logs. Burning
woods and scorching balls, flaming trees will breach your walls.
Bolts and arrows, swords and sparrows, ballistae call you to the
gallows. Battlefields your life may be, fear ensures our victory.
Lizards scream, speakers bleed, royals heed, dead men sleep. Lying,
crying, burning oil, we are warlords, you are soil."
A children's song, very common in the streets of the Capitol of our
As the rain washes over the hills, the charred grasslands start to
heal. Burnt villages and buildings can be seen for miles before the
mighty Blackguard Army. Be we were not the cause of it. These were
our villages. These were Imperial Farms, too. They've threatened
us. They were enraged by another kingdom, and struck quickly
without thinking... Or perhaps they weren't. The Army's Commanders
gather at the diamond head of the massive formation, muttering
quietly. After a few moments, they part ways and return to their
Divisions, dispatching an order: Formation, Change Direction:
North-Northwest, to the Barbarian Kingdom of Valice.
Nothing can compare to the feeling you get after warm relations
with your partner, using silly and cute names as you try to create
the best pick up line. To those that know, you know. To those that
don't, it's the most wonderful thing. It can make the rain seem
pleasant, make a rotten day better, fill a void you thought was
eternal. It's everything and nothing, all at once. Such a small
thing has such a great impact. It's terrifying, almost. How a
simple peck on the cheek can make the whole world shine like gold.
As the poll boxes were getting stolen, we've decided to simply hold
a gathering. Ask the Blackguard
just about anything!
Odd question, but alright.
"How do the Blackguard take showers?" Well, same as you. Wait for
it to rain, grab a sponge-
You know, a man in the Capitol of our homelands just had the idea
to cook his bread twice... We laughed for about five minutes,
before we realized that it was selling better than even the highest
quality breads in the area.
Some battles may last for far too long. Twenty years, maybe. Or
even a few moments. Some battles aren't necessary. If your siege
takes twenty years, then you would determine if it was worth it at
the end. But if the battle with the one you love lasts for more
than a few moments, or even sparks up at all... One should know,
that battle is never worth it.
Some have asked, "What exactly is 'hello' In your language?" Well,
due to descent advancements in language and literature, hello and
goodbye are both the same word. "Jdiaohaodia!" However, when it's
"goodbye," it's always a bit sad. Nobody wants to say farewell to
their friends, even if it's temporary.
We have not slept for gods know how long, and we still haven't
found our immortality. Aye, they told us that never resting would
show us the path to everlasting life and rule, but they lied. So
grab your torches and blades, my friends. For tonight, we burn a
few more liars from the world.
Ah, April First. Sometimes better known as April Fool's Day. And I
have the chance to bring a box of small fireworks to a heavily
crowded public area. This is going to be a fun day, once it gets
started. For now, we sleep. In the wee hours of the day, we will
prepare for our mighty conquest of the lands, taking kingdoms by
force and explosives. It will be a fun day indeed. For now, we bid
The thundering sound of an army marching past, their heads turned
to the mighty walls of our homeland capitol. They salute us, their
steady footsteps causing a cacophony in town and out. They are on
their way to another kingdom, with their own types of Advanced
troops and specialized soldiers. They are the Raiders, those who
attack who they wish. They hunger for resources, not for peace. We
despise them, though they idolize us. If they were to learn that
retaliation is the better way of war, they would have long ago
advanced beyond their barbaric ways.
So it begins again. Wars are sparking up, threats are flying back
and forth. But none to us. Why? Because we are the Blackguard
Empire, those who retaliate. Our might is unparalleled. Maybe it's
because we only retaliate. Maybe not. Nonetheless, we need only sit
back and watch. All wars come to an end some day.