Hammer, Hammer

Silly drunk stream o' consciousness...

Hammer, Hammer

                The hammer falls in the lands to the south, taking them. Like a checkmate, really.

                Peretalia is of no consequence. They are a block against straightforward aggression, sure. But the navies of the south now answer to us. War hardened. The only true navies you'll find on this side of the continent. They are enough to win us the guarded lands.

                Are we sure? There is more to this all than just numbers.

                Really? Is there fate, some kind of guide, that says 'No, we shall not succeed for we are not the good'? We are not good people, but we have long won through strength of numbers, of arms, of vision. Something many lack.

                Something all but few lack. But we have it. This continent will be ours. The first of many. We shall not stop. Already, the first few-

                Now now, we mustn't think ahead of ourselves. Plan the next invasion - not the ones beyond our lifespans.

                But our lifespans are limitless!

                Will you not fight? Are you a coward? We shall die, but the hammer endures.

                THE HAMMER ENDURES.

                Hammers, guys. Look, we don't need to be ominous here, nor vainly proud. We know who we are, what we are, and how we fare. Peretalia is a PROBLEM. The emperor in the north is NOT one of ours. Until that is so, we need to worry about those who might-

                The emperor knows of us. He can't stop us. Nor can his minions.

                They almost did once before.

                That was before. We were foolish. We did not hide ourselves as we should have.

                No, I'm pretty sure the emperor doesn't know of us as we are now. That was a bloody revolution.

                Surely-

                If that was about to be a 'surely you didn't see it', of course I saw it. We are IMMORTAL. Some of us are SURViVORS. We don't get caught with our pants down, even if we're behind ten kilometres of steel.

                Oh, the war covenant. Yes, congratulation on preparing for the impossible.

                Congratulations of preparing for the inevitable, you mean.

                Yes, yes, we don't care. Peretalia is troublesome, and the emperor also, potentially. But there is much to be done in the south yet, as much as we would love to claim victory.

                True.

                True.

                So, what is the highest priority? The south. See to it that none avoid our control. The old exile-

                DAMN HIM.

                Yes, thank you. He is the greatest problem in the south. They are ready for us. They are not weak to us. We will have to fight them.

                Let the war begin.

                Yes, now is the time.

                What on earth did you think 'the hammer falls in the south' meant?

                Oh, we should have stricter standard for the lords.

                Yeah, then we wouldn't have you.

                Oh, that's-

                Enough. Those who are lords are the great, whether in mind or necessity. Cease this bickering. We must organise the war.

                YES.

                The warriors of-

                Okay, so, let me say something.

                ... Who interrupts.

                Yes, who?

                We really should do some additional work so we KNOW who.

                Oh yes, you should. Then you'd know who I am, who is speaking. Who wishes to speak. Listen, Black Hammer.

                THEY ARE NOT ONE OF US.

                HOW IS THIS.

                Fuck.

                Yes, succinctly put. I am 'the old exile'. Your communications are not secure. How could they be secure? I know too much to be kept out! Honestly. My king knows the disposition, the positions, the strength, the aims of your forces. We will not lose to you. By the way-

                CHANGE COMMUNICATIONS.

                FIX THE LEAK.

                Yeah, that. Good luck, though. Best case scenario for you all: no communications while we knock out everything you have near our lands. Have fun!

                FUCK YOU.

                Hahahahahaha...