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Zygon was sitting in his room reading a book on grammar. It wasn’t that he needed the practice or anything, but he really did need the practice. It was late and outside snow was falling softly. Winterfell had been at edge for weeks now as rumors of war had come from seemingly everywhere. Tonight was peaceful and quiet. At least it was until Zygon heard footsteps running down the hall towards his room. They slowed to a stop outside his door and muffled words leaked through the doors as whoever was outside talked to the guards. The door opened and Ballard walked in with a slip of paper gripped tightly in his hand. “My lord, we’ve received a raven. We don’t where it flew from or it’s sender. Only the note that it was carrying.” Ballard said holding out the paper to Zygon, who sighed, and took it. He read it over a couple of times. “How prepared are we?” Zygon asked, putting the note aside. “As ready as we can be. We’ve been ready for a long time.” Ballard said and Zygon nodded. There had been rumors that war was going to be happening for months now., though it felt like years. Whispers of massive armies consolidating power with the word DYNAMIC ™ had been drifting up North for some time. If what the note said was true, then people we’re fighting back against this power, whatever it was. “It’s time for us to join the fray. We can’t stand idly by while everyone else has all the fun can we?” Zygon said. He stood up and walked over to the fireplace where his father’s sword hung above the mantle. It had been years since it drew blood. It thirsted for blood just as the Men of the North did. Zygon carefully took it from its place and turned to Ballard. He nodded to his unspoken question and Ballard left the room to ready the armies for war. * * * Roquentin hated the open sea. It made his guinea pig nose quiver in fear. He knew that he’d never recover from the pain and loss caused by the Clowns in that fateful war. Now that there was a fog over the ocean, it only made his fear worse. You never knew what was resting just out of sight, ready to attack. “Try and send a signal to the ships around us. We’re going to continue on our present course and hope that we’re near land.” Roq ordered one of his crew. He tried to recall the maps of this ocean he had been pondering over before the battle had begun. There was land somewhere, unfamiliar to IQ and to many others. They managed to get a signal to some of the ships around them and together with the signals of lanterns, they began to slowly move in search of land. As the day wore on and the sun rose higher in the sky, the fog began to disperse, replaced by slow snowfall but revealing a shadowy mass not afar off. Roq ran to the front of his ship to get a better look. It was without a doubt, land. “Land! Land Ho!” he shouted, his stub of a tail wagging in delight “Send a signal to the others if they haven’t seen it! Make ready to disembark!” The ships became a bustle of activity as everyone prepared to beach. A lone wolf howl drifted through the air and the shoreline came more easily into view through the fog. It was a large beach, but it would still be crowded with many of the IQ ships hauled up on it. There was a plentiful forest on either side and farther back from the beach stood a hill. It would make a good place to make camp during their stay here. The ships came into contact with the shore and the crews jumped out of their ships to hoist them ashore. When his was fully beached, Roq disembarked and began to bark orders to his crew, telling them what to unload or where to set up preliminary camp. Around him the other ships were disembarking as well and Legionaries were coming up to Roq waiting for instructions. A wolf howled again, followed by more wolves joining in. Auctor ran up to Roq.. “We’ve noticed movement in the trees around us. There’s got to be hundreds of wolves out there.” Auctor said breathlessly. Adrenaline was clearly coursing through his system. “We’ll build a massive bonfire. Have everyone take up arms in case they attack.” Roq replied, loosening his sword from its sheath. They never could get a break. First, the clowns, then pirates, then another war, and now wolves of all things to attack them. As Auctor ran off, to relay his orders, the wolves reached a peak of howling before dying back down. All was silent except for the wind blowing snow slowly across the landscape. A chill ran down Roq’s spine and all of his fur stood on end. This was not good, not good at all. “Form up on me! Now!” Roq yelled pulling out his sword. In less than a minute everyone had formed a semi-circle facing away from the beach. One wolf howled and a figure appeared on the hill with a broadsword resting on its shoulder. “Who are you?” Roq yelled, “In the name of The Inquisition state your name!” The figure on the hill remained quiet. Roq took a quick glance around then looked back to the figure on the hill. But he was no longer alone. A massive wolf was on the hill next to him. It raised its head and howled. This time, a chorus followed as the rest of the wolves joined in. When they died off, Roq again yelled to the figure on the hill. “I say again, in the name of The Inquisition, who are you?” “Who is this Inquisition you speak of? And who are you?” The figure yelled back. A confused gasp escaped from several people around Roq. Who was this imbecile that didn’t know who the great IQ was or Papa Roq? “I am Roquentin, Emperor of the New Pacific Order. I’m also God-Emperor of The Inquisition, the greatest empire to ever rule the world. I have authority over all things our flag flies upon. If you look behind us, you’ll see that flag. That means that you are under my reign and authority.” Roq said “I do not recognise the authority of you, or that of The Inquisition. Take your ships and go back from where you came from, or face the consequences.” the figure moved his sword from his shoulder and placed the tip into the ground and spread his hands. Clearly this was a reasonable request to him. But that didn’t fly in IQ. “You dare threaten me? Surrender now and we may spare some of your people.” Roq snarled. First this person hadn’t heard of IQ, and now he was bold enough to threaten the greatest empire that ever reigned over the world. “I am Zygon of House Stark, First of His Name, King in the North, Protector of the Realm, Misspeller of Werdz, Killer of Dragons, and Harbinger of Justice. I defy you and your empire. I say to you one final time, go back from whence you came and leave us alone.” “And I say to you, King in the North, bend the knee or die.” Zygon laughed and raised his sword in salute to Roq. “Sorry, I’m not one to kneel. I know now that you are one of the ones involved in wars in the south, and I also know that our allies are involved in these wars. You were given two chances to leave and did not heed them. Now I, Zygon of House Stark and the only King in the North, sentence you and your men to die. I swear that this will be carried out by my hand and my men, in the name of the old gods and the new.” From behind Zygon a mass of people appeared over the crest of the hill. Northerners, and a lot of them. They soon broke into a run and a wave of direwolves busted through their ranks running towards them. Roq had just enough time to register that forces were coming from all sides, not just in front of them. It was only a matter of time before the Legionnaires were overwhelmed and overrun. This was it, the end. Roq was taken aback by his fear. He was an Emperor, and not supposed to be afraid. But the pile of guinea pellets he’d dropped smelled otherwise As Zygon ran towards Roq the Legionnaires broke ranks and tried to run. They lost their cohesive structure and Men of the North quickly filled the holes in their ranks killing them quickly. Darth Revan lead a force to outflank the Legionnaires and burn the boats. Roq and his men would be stranded on the beach, and then they would die on the beach. Roquentin knew in that moment, he done diddly messed up. House Stark Declares War on New Pacific Order

We vikings love ourselves a fight and some mead, but nothing beats a good song to raise our spirits after a battle… or a drinking contest. The brothers and sisters over at Bad Company have some of the most talented musicians us vikings have ever seen, and at times they have been kind enough to provide us with their services. In turn we get more drunk and get into more brawls amongst ourselves, providing a rather entertaining spectacle for them. A day or so ago, while we were enjoying our sixth bottle of mead, we noticed that our fellas in Bad Company got into a bar fight with GoG, who soon called for their buddy NPO. As the patron of the arts, us vikings in Ragnarok (wasted as we are) could not let such an opportunity pass by! In recognition of NPO’s attack against our brothers and sisters at BC we have deemed that assisting BC in this fight is of the greatest importance. Ragnarok declares war on New Pacific Order. Signed: Jeremy Graham, High King AddictedBoy, Jarl Dundren, Thane of War Balancer, Steward of War

I would like to further congratulate the newest Viceroy of BK, Taco. Who was promoted to the second highest position in BK government today! BK has made a wise and delightful choice in Taco. He is smart, a great fighter, has a spectacular resume regarding alliance governance (see Zodiac.... oh wait nvm) and exemplifies everything that is BK. Safe to say that BK members have someone strong and tough to help guide them through this war. Keep up the good work Taco, its nice to see BK members have someone to look up to!

Meanwhile: It is a dreary day within the Halls of Jroc. The wind whispers in and out, softly echoing "waaarrrr isss comiiiing", unheard by any mortals but the mice. They scatter to the corners of the Halls and refuse to come out. The murmurs grow with each passing minute, but nobody inside the Halls pays any attention. The chamber lightens up as the shadows and embers begin their ceaseless dance. The candles around the poker tables flicker with vacillation, shifting with discomfort among the whispering winds. They mutter amongst themselves quietly. Candles: Is it true, they will march? Wind: Warrrr isss comiiiing... Candles: Who will light us when they leave? WInd: Warrrr isss comiiiing... The whispers quiet down, with only a gently ticking clock to mark the approaching hour. The merry company is oblivious to it all as the men and Lords drink and eat and play poker. "My Lords, my Lords, King Zygon calls for war. You are all ordered to ride out immediately.” A breathless messenger rushes through the doors of the Halls and darts past the guards before they can react. Darth Ataxia rises up first to give charge to the revelers, who have ominously fallen silent. "Suit up. War is here." The whispers climb as the candles blaze to life, freed of speculation. Flickering lights turn into bright, dancing flames. The wind whisks the message through the Halls, growing sharper with each cycle. War… iss… here… war… isss… here... Darth Slam acts quickly, donning the heavy armor that Jroc had blocked him from gambling. He barks out orders, wasting no time. "Get off your ass, Jroc, get your men ready!" Blackatron tosses his cards onto the table and gallops to his manor to gather his men. “I wish Jroc didn’t make me do that keg stand,” he mutters, leaning low into his horse’s mane. It doesn’t take long for House Stark to reconvene. Soldiers march, war drums beat, and the dire wolves prowl, tails flicking. War is the only thing on anyone’s mind. Darth Ataxia’s lightsaber radiates a brilliant red, Slam’s men can be heard clinking their shields and swords, Blackatron’s men chant something about Roq’s momma... it’s a strange scene: Jroc appears slightly drunk as he unsteadily readies his saddlebags while Slam loudly knocks down bottles of whiskey. The signal is given. They ride as one, men and Lords and horses and dire wolves pounding out a steady beat on the ground. The winds come alive with a flurry, dancing and shrieking into the night, all too delighted to be unleashed. They fly toward the enemies of House Stark, but this time carrying a different mantra. Death is at your doorstep.

Just when Bad Company thought things couldn't get more exciting, it seems NPO has stepped up to provide us with some quality entertainment and juicy targets. This is our response; this is our recognition of your hostility. DemonSpawn and Alexio send their regards. Prepare for a good pounding, lads.

What is IQ? If it stands for "The Inquisition" then why is it abbreviated with "IQ", wouldn't it just be "I" since Inquisition is a single word and you don't include "The" in abbreviations and even if I did it would be "TI"?? Who are Guardians of the Galaxy? How can you make an alliance about 7 or something people? I haven't seen the movies about the Guardians of the Galaxy is it good? Why can't I get past 10 cities? Happy 1 month late birthday to my nation I forget and I'm sorryyyy? Who is Bourhanmm How do I spell Bourhannn nnnnnnnn? I'm broke, is this normal? Is Thalmor cool or not? What's wrong with KT besides all the weebs I mean? I can afford 5000 something soldiers should I buy them? Why do we have to buy soldiers? In fact why do we have to buy our military at all? Are we all just hiring mercenaries for our dirty work? How can we fit 3000 men in one barracks? What is KT? Are there hot singles in my area? thank you please email all answers to the link below link below

Honestly totally forgot to post this earlier. Better late then never.

You have an entire legacy of just getting clapped

Order of the White Rose Recognition of Hippopotamus

It was a grueling battle. The Northerners had been fighting the Legionnaires for a few hours. The beach had been reinforced halfway through their fighting by more Pacific Legions and the Starks had drawn back a little bit to regroup. "Zygon!" Darth Revan yelled above the tumult, "None of our giants have been able to fight. Ballard and Ripper are crying in the middle of their forces because there's nobody worthy to fight them." Zygon sighed. This had been inevitable. Somehow, they would have to find a way to get them to fight. Even if it meant sending them somewhere else. At that moment a horn blast rang out from behind the Stark forces. Zygon whipped his head around just in time to see a mass of cavalry charging over the hill behind them. Perfect timing. "Ballard! Ripper! Get in position! There's finally someone you can kill." Immediately Ballard led a group of Northerners from the larger Houses of the North to counter the charge. The horses would be stopped before they even got to the main force. As the Starks ran toward their new enemy yelling with bloodlust, the cavalry began to balk and veer from the army but it was too late. House Stark recognizes a state of war with Horsemen.

LPS where you at?

Defeating A Taco, Only Makes It Tastier, uuuuuuuuuuughhhh!

We've come to put your Empire to work.

With such holy blessings, Jerusalem never stood a chance

When the game's favourite fascist hates you more than he likes his coalition or even the game itself.

You could literally ZI NPO and sit on them for a year and they would hold out for white peace and a participation ribbon. Stubbornness is literally their defining trait.

Hello world. I offer you a possible distraction from your terrible lives to view an even worse life. The next stream is this Saturday, March 24th at 6PM EDT. Smith

Lmfao it's not hatred, it's just banter. It is simply that you have abstained yourselves from coming here for so long (becausee "Wahhhhhh OWF are anti IQ conspirator meanies.") that you very much lost the capacity to tell them apart. If we actually were a hating bandwagon Lelouch's post wouldn't have like 20 likes by now.

You know, for calling other people butthurt, you sure are salty yourself.

It was alluded to, though not made explicitly clear, in the Game Rules that this is in fact against the rules. I have updated the Game Rules, and included a 20% bank deletion policy going forward; however in this instance I've just returned the bank as-is.

Time to get our asses kicked... errr I meant IQ's ass, no difference, in the end, Arrgh will win as always.

I hope you're prepared to have your garden dug up and replaced with a shrine to Buorkhann.

THE ABSOLUTE STATE OF BLACK KNIGHTS

This is the opposite of dynamic. Have you not seen the dynamic measurement rating system?

Im going to unplug your router.

(Credits to Theo)

Heretics.

I know war opens the floodgates for shitposters, but pretty sure we wanted the good ones.

I thought the game was about slinging noods in private and memes in public? My apologies for the bad memes, no apologies for bad noods.

No.

The entire Alliance Affairs subforum in a nutshell.

Damn, that's one kickass war flag right there.

Just a kind reminder: The Golden Horde has around 20 mid-high tier experienced players of a few years, and we also took in some assassin's from Assassin's Order to compliment our ranks. Using us as a basis of good growth is unfair to alliances that are legitimately new. Goodluck to you guys in DEFCON 1. You'll need it in those low tier ranks. Don't be afraid to war and learn from it.

"VDS is useless"

@Lelouch Vi Britannia - BK needs you, but they really don't deserve you. Thanks for the dankness.

You and my parents would have a lot in common.

for the record, memes are supposed to be shit. that's the entire appeal. you're trying too hard

You should see what your government tried to do! Those are full of fricking idiots lmfao! Who the frick creates an FA path against the will of their membership? Forced the OGs to come out and check you idiots.

Because the OWF needs more topics to make the game and meta playable again. Also dank meme grown here 5/7 with rice

How many women did JFK have in and out of the White House? How many women did Clinton have non/consensual sex with in the White House? How many push doors did Bush pull? Very few presidents have been "the cream of the crop". Also, if someone really thought Trump was a true devout Christian, they'd be as smart as they folks chanting "Collusion!" for the past two years.

Have you forgot how great it was to have 40+ D-slots taken up by an alliance that incompetent? I mean, I got ground and air sup on my blitzer in 3 hours, without a counter, then he rebuilt his infra right before I beiged him. I'd struggle to arrange a slot filling that effective.

Hi I’m from Polaris

The only fair punishment for this egregious offense is to delete their entire bank.