Not Methodically Theseus

We Ride at Dawn.

A little interesting fact about L'manburg... it has been blown up under the supervision of every president that's controlled the country.

A little interesting fact about Technoblade... he hated L'manburg (or, any government...) with a burning passion, and happily helped destroy it. So, naturally, the two had a pretty strong hatred for each other. 

That hatred grew and grew until L'manburg president, Toby ("Tubbo") Smith, decided to end Technoblade and that rivalry once and for all. He wanted his country to be safe, and keeping The Blade around wasn't the way to do that. So, him and all of his people geared up and set off for the residence of the hog man. Of course, with the intent to kill and put his head on a stick.

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Technoblade sat in his house, sipping at a hot black tea and looking over some old books, when something outside felt off. Peculiar.

He glanced around and went to peek outside at the snowy landscape, only to find nothing. This feeling had been weighing on Techno for weeks, ever since he helped Tommy get out of Dream's exile torture and back on his feet. Tommy claimed he was out exploring and finding a place to live, assuring his brother that he would be back very soon.

After a week or so, the feeling set in. He knew something wasn't right, something about Tommy was off. But the Brit wasn't his responsibility, so he tried not to worry about it. The man spun around in his chair absently.. that's when he suddenly heard quiet, distant chatter.

Ears flicking and chair stopping, he got up and looked out the window. There was a small, not army, but battle group approaching. And helping lead the way... was Tommy. The L'manburg flag on his jacket and on the flag he was holding was impossible to miss, and immediately Technoblade almost seethed with... hurt? Anger? Betrayal?

He wasn't good with emotions. He's Technoblade, ha, who needs emotions? It's 2024, guys.

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After carefully analyzing the situation a bit, the crowned man rushed to get ready, his heavy feet thumping against the hardwood floor. It didn't take more than three minutes until he was suited up in the slick, shiny armor that was netherite. It practically glowed with the enchantments, and it glinted gracefully as it reflected the lights of the torches and lanterns. In his hand and inventory, were Wither supplies, weapons, potions, baked potatoes, and TNT. Perfect.

He heard feet making a hollow crunch in the snow, pausing. No way they were already here..?

Then, a knock on the door.