"War. I am War."
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"The Empire considered to be the greatest and most powerful of all the nations forged by Men, but what isn't told to the masses within the so called 'Great Empire' is that they are beset on all sides by enemies ranging from marauding Beastmen that seemingly emerge from its great and vast forests, to the mighty WAAGHs of Orc tribes and Goblin bands that inhabit the mountains on its eastern borders to even the very Lords and Nobles that govern the land, the very same Lords and Nobles who pillage and kill there very people, often without impunity.
But in these trying times, Heroes are made. The likes of Karl Franz, Balthasar Gelt, Aldebrand Ludenhof, Kurt Helborg and Boris Todbringer are but a mere few from among many that stand out. It is these people that rekindle the embers of hope within many across the Empire.
Lies... all of them are mere lies that the Elector Council have fed to the sheep of a dying Empire, with the very outcome of these lies being a fragile illusion of a false peace in the futile attempt for these people in power to not only keep said power, no matter how small or large it is, but to expand their influence and false ideologies.
My goal is to not only tear down this fragile illusion that some sheep pretending to be wolves have created, not knowing that a true wolf is waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. To do this, I intend to bring about the events that would bring about an 'Age of Wolves', but not in some misbegotten notion from a love of war and violence that philosophers have placed upon my name, but because I loathe the very stagnation created from this false peace.
So... will you join me and my Blackstone Legion in bringing about my Age of Wolves... or will you carry on your meaningless life as a sheep merely awaiting its own slaughter."
[Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters within this story, all rights of the characters go to their respective owners. The only character I own is my OC and this story.]
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