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temoedjin
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A stiff wind blew through the skies, leaves fell death to the ground and all looked up and felt a chill running down their spines. Birds scuttled through the underbrush and foxes hid in their lairs.
Defectu Virium Elite has fallen. Thrusted members and legends like kcinimodus, matje en sollers have perished, never will they be seen again...
The remaining soldiers from Defectu Virium Elite cried out in shock and pain and aimlessly wandered into the wastelands.
But the lands were restless. The evil forces who were held at bay for so long were roaming the lands almost unopposed. The forces of Albion had fought and lost many battles and the people cried out for heroes.
On the eve of destruction, clouds raged over the lands until suddenly it stopped, an eerie silence could be heard. On the horizon a strange army could be seen. Men and women of fabled strength, thought to be lost forever, had returned once again.
Grim faces enclosed in red and white armor. Red for the colour of the blood of the enemies they would spill, white for the serenity of their souls in accepting the difficult task at hand.
On their banner writen the new words they lived by; SEMPER FIDELIS!
Drawing their swords and axes they charged.
Defectu Virium Elite has fallen. Thrusted members and legends like kcinimodus, matje en sollers have perished, never will they be seen again...
The remaining soldiers from Defectu Virium Elite cried out in shock and pain and aimlessly wandered into the wastelands.
But the lands were restless. The evil forces who were held at bay for so long were roaming the lands almost unopposed. The forces of Albion had fought and lost many battles and the people cried out for heroes.
On the eve of destruction, clouds raged over the lands until suddenly it stopped, an eerie silence could be heard. On the horizon a strange army could be seen. Men and women of fabled strength, thought to be lost forever, had returned once again.
Grim faces enclosed in red and white armor. Red for the colour of the blood of the enemies they would spill, white for the serenity of their souls in accepting the difficult task at hand.
On their banner writen the new words they lived by; SEMPER FIDELIS!
Drawing their swords and axes they charged.
