RAWR OFFENSIVE
A ragged messenger bursts into the kings chambers, his clothes torn and travel stained, blood seeping through a bandage on his temple. "Lord Doomicus, i have grave news from the frontier, Barbarians have invaded! The border outposts have been overun and serveral villiages have already been sacked". Lord Doomicus ruler of the Dojo empire, supreme commander of the armies of the east calls out to his generals "How dare these insolent barabrians invade us, no respect! gather what troops you can, Dojo marches to WAR!".
Surveying his war-camp the self proclaimed warlord of the eastern mountains smiles to himself, his hosts campfires dotted the plain before him. Hundreds of warriors had flocked to his banner, eager to plunder the rich lands of the Dojo. With the empires armies occupied with the recent invasion of the Iron Horsemens domain his men had marched largely un-opposed, slaughtering all who stood before them. A scout makes his way to stand before the barbarian leader, "Chief Matt, a large army is approaching from the west, from the banners it looks like King Doomicus himself is leading them", the chieften looks heavenward, his expression unreadable "I knew they would come eventually, tell the captains to gather thier men, we break camp at first light, the gods require blood and we shall oblige". Turning to face his assembled host, Matts mighty voice booms across the plains "The Dojo king himself marches with an army towards us, time to earn your plunder boys, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GODS!!", the chant is taken up, hundreds of mouths baying for blood as RAWR readies for war.
The midday sun arcs overhead, as two great armies face each other across a plain. The Dojo soldiers take position within the ruins of an ancient keep, broken towers rise up like boney fingers from a grave, the keep offers scant protection as large breaches from some long forgotten battle dot the walls but a wall of men and courage is stronger than any wall of stone. Before them stands the horde of Matt, barabrians, tribesmen, bandits and cut-throats a seething mass of men and horses. In the Dojo lines Kimbo shruggles out of his heavy chain and mail to the questioning looks of his comrades, now shirtless he replies " Boys if we're going to die, id rather die cool and comfortable rather than hot and sweaty".
Irrifuteable Barbarian invasion launched on HEX J9!
Time: Next Sunday after 8:30 or if your busy, the Sunday after that
Battle size: Suggest 8v8 (will let you know definite numbers once date is settled)
*Edit* I apologise for horrible spelling, the forums needs a spell check