Post by Dreyco on Aug 4, 2009 22:30:42 GMT -8
A: Empire
B: Fear
C: Honor
D: Loyalty
E: War
F: Ruthless.
At a time where there was no Empire,
There were few who devoutly followed the Lord of Fear.
Others that had been created by his hand had shown little intelligence and Honor.
And as the days passed, Cazic-Thule grew tired of the lack of Loyalty.
Putting aside the other god’s: the brooding, and War.
He shaped the Iksar, a race proud, and Ruthless.
Though, during their rise to power, the Iksar fell to slavery and Ruthlessness.
Shackles and chains about legs and wrists, made the civilization pawns to a new Empire.
Tirelessly, they worked in pits and caves, plagued by disease, struggling to plan their liberation through War.
The cracks of the slave driver’s whip instating weak and strong alike with a new kind of Fear.
Regardless of the toils they endured, they never forgot their Loyalty.
And through revolt, and prayer, did they earn their freedom, and Honor.
Time showed that the Iksar would live up to their Honor.
Over the period of many years, they constructed a city through magic, strength, and Ruthlessness.
Sebilis their home, warriors and alike eliminated the empire’s enemies, in a test of loyalty.
And in doing such, the Iksar became stronger and stronger, day-by-day, more power for the Empire.
Accomplishments bringing pride to the Lord of Fear.
Claiming everything that was rightfully theirs through combat and war.
The blaring of trumpets and horns, a call to arms, as many Iksar marched to war.
The Ring of Scale, branded a dangerous threat to the empire, and their races honor.
Soldier after soldier, dead in the name of the Lord of Fear.
A clash of scale, bloody blades, in battles violent, and ruthless.
Until defenses fell, and a retreat was called, did the dragons march upon the land of the Empire.
The Poison Beast Trakanon, bringing Sebilis to its downfall, leaving the proud race with nothing but their Loyalty.
It seemed the worst of times, yet the Iksar never doubted, or shamed their Loyalty.
Pride and tribulation still burned in their souls, even in spite of the lost War.
Once more, the Iksar began to rebuild their Empire.
Never forgetting the qualities that ordained their races respect and Honor.
Time brought forth the construction of a new capital, a prize to years of endurance to spite and Ruthlessness.
And thus it was christened Cabilis, new home of the empire, new home of the children of Cazic-Thule, Lord of Fear.
The Iksar continue to live devoted lives to the Lord of Fear.
Years of opportunities to question their Loyalty.
Years of enduring pain, slavery, death, and Ruthlessness.
Years of suffering through war after War.
And yet, they continue to uphold their Honor.
Devoted to the end, humble servants to Cazic-Thule, humble servants of the empire.
Glory to Cazic-Thule, Lord of Fear. We serve you in death and war.
Glory to Cazic-Thule, we promise you our Loyalty and Honor.
Glory to Cazic-Thule, Glory to the Empire, may all that oppose us feel our Ruthlessness.
B: Fear
C: Honor
D: Loyalty
E: War
F: Ruthless.
At a time where there was no Empire,
There were few who devoutly followed the Lord of Fear.
Others that had been created by his hand had shown little intelligence and Honor.
And as the days passed, Cazic-Thule grew tired of the lack of Loyalty.
Putting aside the other god’s: the brooding, and War.
He shaped the Iksar, a race proud, and Ruthless.
Though, during their rise to power, the Iksar fell to slavery and Ruthlessness.
Shackles and chains about legs and wrists, made the civilization pawns to a new Empire.
Tirelessly, they worked in pits and caves, plagued by disease, struggling to plan their liberation through War.
The cracks of the slave driver’s whip instating weak and strong alike with a new kind of Fear.
Regardless of the toils they endured, they never forgot their Loyalty.
And through revolt, and prayer, did they earn their freedom, and Honor.
Time showed that the Iksar would live up to their Honor.
Over the period of many years, they constructed a city through magic, strength, and Ruthlessness.
Sebilis their home, warriors and alike eliminated the empire’s enemies, in a test of loyalty.
And in doing such, the Iksar became stronger and stronger, day-by-day, more power for the Empire.
Accomplishments bringing pride to the Lord of Fear.
Claiming everything that was rightfully theirs through combat and war.
The blaring of trumpets and horns, a call to arms, as many Iksar marched to war.
The Ring of Scale, branded a dangerous threat to the empire, and their races honor.
Soldier after soldier, dead in the name of the Lord of Fear.
A clash of scale, bloody blades, in battles violent, and ruthless.
Until defenses fell, and a retreat was called, did the dragons march upon the land of the Empire.
The Poison Beast Trakanon, bringing Sebilis to its downfall, leaving the proud race with nothing but their Loyalty.
It seemed the worst of times, yet the Iksar never doubted, or shamed their Loyalty.
Pride and tribulation still burned in their souls, even in spite of the lost War.
Once more, the Iksar began to rebuild their Empire.
Never forgetting the qualities that ordained their races respect and Honor.
Time brought forth the construction of a new capital, a prize to years of endurance to spite and Ruthlessness.
And thus it was christened Cabilis, new home of the empire, new home of the children of Cazic-Thule, Lord of Fear.
The Iksar continue to live devoted lives to the Lord of Fear.
Years of opportunities to question their Loyalty.
Years of enduring pain, slavery, death, and Ruthlessness.
Years of suffering through war after War.
And yet, they continue to uphold their Honor.
Devoted to the end, humble servants to Cazic-Thule, humble servants of the empire.
Glory to Cazic-Thule, Lord of Fear. We serve you in death and war.
Glory to Cazic-Thule, we promise you our Loyalty and Honor.
Glory to Cazic-Thule, Glory to the Empire, may all that oppose us feel our Ruthlessness.
