The City of Cearleon
The Cearleon Security Council
To the People of Cearleon
The City and her defenders wish it to be known that the city of Cearleon is declaring her independence of all sovereign bodies that have ruled her in the past or will attempt to rule her in the future. Her origins started as a proud republic with a hatred of mad kings and so shall be again. Any guild,Empire or Friday night gamer-clan that attempts to rule her is to be repelled with the utmost zeal. This is due to astounding taxes impoverishing the people (opponents and friends alike) making this is now a necessary motion.
Citizens of all of Albion
The royal Continent has suffered for too long at the hands of machine guilds, feeding you foolish lies about utopian dreams. These lies promise you glory in Gvgs, Zvzs Epic Gathering and Dungeons, you will never get this. they will feed off your labors, hit you with insane taxes, pull you into exhaustive CTAs until you cannot even think clearly anymore. Then they will strike the killing blow..
They will kick you from your home, lock your stuff in their chests and leave you destitute as you see you hard work was for nothing and the only option left is to leave.
if you do not believe this, look simply to the actions of the MG when she was started. you had to buy into the guild, you had to pay to stay in the guild and you had to constantly decrypt the Scottish ramblings of a madman to get your calls in battle and now they rule Mercia!?
is that what it takes!?
We can no longer be party to the madness that is the Oops Empire that serves so few off the backs of so many!
The Lord of Storms has sat for a while, gracefully allowing the Oops Empire to steady herself and make good of her utopian dreams and has been left disappointed.
He now demands the return of CL into the hands of a CLS security council in which he will be the head
Any who stands in the way of this goal will be driven back as surely a oops in a Zvz.. (like with anyone... like we literally went at them naked and they lost their shit and ran once... insanity).
It is time to rise slumbering titans to build this vision
it is time for content beyond anything seen in Albion History
will you be apart of this?
-Stormlord, Knight Commander of the CLS and general of the Irony alliance.
The Battle of Craeg Morr
On this day..
Storm whirls around the battle field, unleashing devastating walls of wind against filthy people farmers.
A blue courier arrives as storm takes a moment for cool-downs
"A message from Khaos, Knight Commander" he says (like a pompous ass)
"the fuck they want" Storm replies gracefully
Kip wants you to leave your perfectly good fight to come play with them in the region of roast corpse.
Storm looks at him a gestures at global "CANT THEY SEE IM EFFING BUSY!?"
The Little shit waits for a moment then says... "so thats... a no?"
Storm windwalls the cheeky bastard to roast with a message say "we apologies but the CLS yadadada is currently engaged and cannot entertain you at this time"
As he returns to battle his stormy senses start tingling... khaos wouldn't just sit in roast and go "oh well, storm cant play. Hey guys? wanna pussy out and deflag?"
they were coming!
Storm smiles FINALLY a battle worthy of this set of armor (t4 flat - t3 horse)
The skies grow dark and lightening starts to tickle the edge of the sky. the POE bandits with their BA leader start to hide in their ruins waiting in fear of what the LORD Of Cearleon will do next. They watch in surprise as the lord of storms smiles and backs away
BOOM khaos appears and starts charging in
POE cries and desperately fights back - their bandit guards hitting khaos hard and forcing khaos back. 1 - 2 - 3 POE DIE. The poe arnt done - Alarms erupt in their guild house and more poe join the fray
then more Anti Poe blues show up
they smash into the khaos guys and khoas for a moment is caught between a storm and a hard place - they back aways while Sesino contemplates killing that effing Stormlord
the blues get caught in the middle - 3 die but they retreat
POE OVER EXTENDS - DEATHS POUR IN! ON ALL SIDES
STORM ENGAGES - HE FLIES AROUND THE BATTLE FIELD
his ONLY weakness... a ore golum knocks him on his knees!! :O
The battle rages north as storm regains his bearing Sadistra starts annihilating Khaos and blues
and in a perfect ending she quietly walks up to storm, pecks him on the cheek and slits his throat - not realizing that he is of course immortal.
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The amount of role playing that goes on in your head storm......
Even Apache helicopters can't withstand the might of Sir JCPMP of Roastcorpse Steepe. The Ruffian of the Roast, Scoundrel of the South has clashed his rapier upon the blades of the CLS too many a time. He grows tired of the conflict, of the peacekeepers of caerleon. Cant they let me murder noobs in peace?! He wants the blood of the stormlord spilled, determined to slay the head of this foul organization that is the thorn of red zone gankers around the world.
The StormLord must die.