Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20160920234634/@comment-25975584-20161001031304

"Lord Angron, your father has ordered you to meet the enemy in battle! He tells you, to bring four detachments, one from Mitarri proper, one from the South Lords, one from the Northern Chieftains, one from the War Brothers of the Sun,  and lastly, one from those douxes who betrayed Varr in it's hour of need."

"Well, then... I shall go to war, get the men prepared, and ready!"

"Yes sir!"

"And tell the priests to chant the Hymn of Holy Conflagration, that drives even the least fanatical of my men, to great heights in the name of the Sun Lord!"