FutbolTango
Hoplite
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Searching for old alliances and the Black Pirates
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Jittinvt
Hoplite
Is that attack kill? If so, that is impressive.Spergy. I like it.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
Oh, Muse, hear the voice of your devoted servant, Futboltango.
Upon the battlefield, where bronze clashes with iron in a symphony of war, we find ourselves in a plight akin to that of the valiant Hector, bravely confronting the overpowering might of Achilles. As the sun rises over the blood-soaked plains, we, the oppressed masses, stand in defiance against a foe whose wealth and resources tower above our own, much like the grassroots players in their struggle against the gold abusers, who hoard their riches at the expense of the common folk.
In the annals of history, we witness the deeds of Hector, stalwart defender of his homeland against the encroaching hordes of Greek invaders. Yet, despite his valor, he fell before the relentless onslaught of his adversary. Similarly, we, the grassroots players, are faced with adversaries of immense power – the gold abusers, whose economic dominance and opulence seem insurmountable.
But even amidst this tumultuous fray, hope flickers like a beacon in the night. Just as Hector drew strength from the solidarity of his comrades, so too must we stand united, forging bonds of fellowship and mutual support in our struggle against the conglomerate of gold abusers.
We are reminded that the gold abusers, though mighty in their wealth and influence, are not invincible. Their power derives from the exploitation of our labor, and it is through concerted resistance and revolutionary fervor that we shall shake off their chains. Like Achilles, whose pride was his downfall, the gold abusers possess vulnerabilities that can be exploited through cunning and guile.
Therefore, let us heed the call to arms, not with the resignation of Hector facing his fate, but with the indomitable spirit of warriors fighting for a brighter Grepolis. Let us rally the downtrodden, inspiring them with the vision of a world free from the shackles of exploitation by the gold abusers. And let us advance with unwavering determination, for though the path may be treacherous, victory is assured for those who dare to dream of a more just and equitable society.
In the immortal words of heroes long past, "The grassroots players have naught to lose but their chains. They have a world to gain." So let us rise, Pirates and common folks, and seize our destiny with hands hardened by toil and hearts ablaze with the fire of revolution. For in the crucible of struggle, we shall forge a new era of liberty, equality, and solidarity – a world worthy of the heroes of old and the dreams of generations of Grepolis players yet to come.
Upon the battlefield, where bronze clashes with iron in a symphony of war, we find ourselves in a plight akin to that of the valiant Hector, bravely confronting the overpowering might of Achilles. As the sun rises over the blood-soaked plains, we, the oppressed masses, stand in defiance against a foe whose wealth and resources tower above our own, much like the grassroots players in their struggle against the gold abusers, who hoard their riches at the expense of the common folk.
In the annals of history, we witness the deeds of Hector, stalwart defender of his homeland against the encroaching hordes of Greek invaders. Yet, despite his valor, he fell before the relentless onslaught of his adversary. Similarly, we, the grassroots players, are faced with adversaries of immense power – the gold abusers, whose economic dominance and opulence seem insurmountable.
But even amidst this tumultuous fray, hope flickers like a beacon in the night. Just as Hector drew strength from the solidarity of his comrades, so too must we stand united, forging bonds of fellowship and mutual support in our struggle against the conglomerate of gold abusers.
We are reminded that the gold abusers, though mighty in their wealth and influence, are not invincible. Their power derives from the exploitation of our labor, and it is through concerted resistance and revolutionary fervor that we shall shake off their chains. Like Achilles, whose pride was his downfall, the gold abusers possess vulnerabilities that can be exploited through cunning and guile.
Therefore, let us heed the call to arms, not with the resignation of Hector facing his fate, but with the indomitable spirit of warriors fighting for a brighter Grepolis. Let us rally the downtrodden, inspiring them with the vision of a world free from the shackles of exploitation by the gold abusers. And let us advance with unwavering determination, for though the path may be treacherous, victory is assured for those who dare to dream of a more just and equitable society.
In the immortal words of heroes long past, "The grassroots players have naught to lose but their chains. They have a world to gain." So let us rise, Pirates and common folks, and seize our destiny with hands hardened by toil and hearts ablaze with the fire of revolution. For in the crucible of struggle, we shall forge a new era of liberty, equality, and solidarity – a world worthy of the heroes of old and the dreams of generations of Grepolis players yet to come.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
O Muse, sing of the adventures of FutbolTango
In the land of Grepolis, where legends soar,
FutbolTango's, with valor to adore,
Led his warriors, bold and true,
Through perils dire, they journeyed through.
For surrounded his troops are deep into enemy territory.
First, Moniac, a giant fierce,
Whose brawn did menace, strike and pierce.
Yet with guile and cunning, they did evade,
From his grasp, their path they made.
Ricoj came next, swift as the wind,
But their cunning minds, they had pinned,
To outwit the foe, their skill displayed,
In the dance of war, they never delayed.
Hydrix, sly as the serpent's tongue,
In his trap, they'd not be stung.
With Athena's wisdom as their guide,
They turned the tide, with valor's stride.
Napoleon, a master of the field,
His legions vast, his foes to yield.
Yet through audacity, they broke his hold,
And left his ambitions, bitter and cold.
BigDrew, ChosenFighter, and MarcoNarco,
Their prowess tested, yet they did hark,
To the call of battle, they danced and fought,
With every move, victory sought.
Clay, Cato, and The Doctor's might,
Challenges faced, in the dead of night.
Yet with courage and cunning, they slipped away,
Into the shadows, where they'd stay.
Amidst their camp, beneath the stars' bright gleam,
They sought the Oracle, their fate to deem.
In whispered prayers, they sought the way,
To survive the trials of their journey's fray.
And in the Oracle's cryptic voice,
They found solace, they found rejoice.
For though their path was fraught with danger,
Their spirits strong, they would never falter.
With hearts ablaze and courage high,
They faced the future, ne'er to shy.
For in the land of Grepolis, where heroes roam,
FutbolTango's warriors found their home.
In the land of Grepolis, where legends soar,
FutbolTango's, with valor to adore,
Led his warriors, bold and true,
Through perils dire, they journeyed through.
For surrounded his troops are deep into enemy territory.
First, Moniac, a giant fierce,
Whose brawn did menace, strike and pierce.
Yet with guile and cunning, they did evade,
From his grasp, their path they made.
Ricoj came next, swift as the wind,
But their cunning minds, they had pinned,
To outwit the foe, their skill displayed,
In the dance of war, they never delayed.
Hydrix, sly as the serpent's tongue,
In his trap, they'd not be stung.
With Athena's wisdom as their guide,
They turned the tide, with valor's stride.
Napoleon, a master of the field,
His legions vast, his foes to yield.
Yet through audacity, they broke his hold,
And left his ambitions, bitter and cold.
BigDrew, ChosenFighter, and MarcoNarco,
Their prowess tested, yet they did hark,
To the call of battle, they danced and fought,
With every move, victory sought.
Clay, Cato, and The Doctor's might,
Challenges faced, in the dead of night.
Yet with courage and cunning, they slipped away,
Into the shadows, where they'd stay.
Amidst their camp, beneath the stars' bright gleam,
They sought the Oracle, their fate to deem.
In whispered prayers, they sought the way,
To survive the trials of their journey's fray.
And in the Oracle's cryptic voice,
They found solace, they found rejoice.
For though their path was fraught with danger,
Their spirits strong, they would never falter.
With hearts ablaze and courage high,
They faced the future, ne'er to shy.
For in the land of Grepolis, where heroes roam,
FutbolTango's warriors found their home.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
Sing, Muse, of FutbolTango's mighty raid, Where piracy and plunder were displayed. In Homer's style, let verses now unfold, Of daring deeds and tales of old.
From port to port, they sailed with stealthy grace, Their black sails billowing in winds' embrace. With swords and cannons ready to ignite, They struck fear in hearts in the dead of night.
No ship was safe from their relentless wrath, As they scoured the seas along their path. Colony ships, laden with hope and dreams, Were torn apart by FutbolTango's schemes.
The alliances, once proud and bold, Now cowered in fear, their courage sold. For when the raiders came, they turned away, Leaving innocent ships to the fray.
But FutbolTango's troops, they reveled on, In the chaos and the havoc they had spun. Their laughter echoed as they plundered free, From the docile, who dared not disagree.
Their captain, a figure feared and renowned, With eyes like fire, his voice a thunderous sound. He led his men with cunning and with might, A master of the seas, in day or night.
Though others trembled at their name, FutbolTango sought neither fortune nor fame. For in the thrill of the raid, they found their bliss, In the dance of piracy, they found their kiss.
So sing, O Muse, of FutbolTango's tale, Of how they left their mark upon the gale. For even in the darkest depths of night, Their legend burns forever bright.
From port to port, they sailed with stealthy grace, Their black sails billowing in winds' embrace. With swords and cannons ready to ignite, They struck fear in hearts in the dead of night.
No ship was safe from their relentless wrath, As they scoured the seas along their path. Colony ships, laden with hope and dreams, Were torn apart by FutbolTango's schemes.
The alliances, once proud and bold, Now cowered in fear, their courage sold. For when the raiders came, they turned away, Leaving innocent ships to the fray.
But FutbolTango's troops, they reveled on, In the chaos and the havoc they had spun. Their laughter echoed as they plundered free, From the docile, who dared not disagree.
Their captain, a figure feared and renowned, With eyes like fire, his voice a thunderous sound. He led his men with cunning and with might, A master of the seas, in day or night.
Though others trembled at their name, FutbolTango sought neither fortune nor fame. For in the thrill of the raid, they found their bliss, In the dance of piracy, they found their kiss.
So sing, O Muse, of FutbolTango's tale, Of how they left their mark upon the gale. For even in the darkest depths of night, Their legend burns forever bright.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
A CALL TO PLAYERS FROM THE FRINGES TO COME TO THE CORE AND RAID THE UNDEFENDED CITIES
Come, players of the fringes, hear the call, To venture forth and brave the tempest's squall. To raid and pillage cities far and wide, Where silver, rock, and wood doth abide.
With hearts ablaze and spirits bold and free, We'll sail the seas, masters of destiny. Through storm and strife, our course we'll chart, To claim the treasures of each port's heart.
The gods, they smile upon our daring quest, As we plunder, revel, and never rest. For in the spoils of war, we find our prize, Beneath the endless, azure-painted skies.
So gather, comrades, let the banners wave, As we set forth to be bold, strong, and brave. To cities ripe for plunder, we shall soar, And bask in riches, forevermore.
Come, players of the fringes, hear the call, To venture forth and brave the tempest's squall. To raid and pillage cities far and wide, Where silver, rock, and wood doth abide.
With hearts ablaze and spirits bold and free, We'll sail the seas, masters of destiny. Through storm and strife, our course we'll chart, To claim the treasures of each port's heart.
The gods, they smile upon our daring quest, As we plunder, revel, and never rest. For in the spoils of war, we find our prize, Beneath the endless, azure-painted skies.
So gather, comrades, let the banners wave, As we set forth to be bold, strong, and brave. To cities ripe for plunder, we shall soar, And bask in riches, forevermore.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
Sing, Muse, of FutbolTango, bold and brave,
Whose troops did march with purpose swift along,
Through lands of Convent, heart of enemy's hold,
To set their base and tales of conquest told.
In times of old, when war did fiercely rage,
FutbolTango, leader of warriors brave,
With gleaming armor, and banners unfurled,
Led forth his legions, to conquer the world.
Through forests dark and valleys deep they strode,
Their path with fire and steel so boldly sowed,
To reach the heart of Convent's cherished land,
And there to make their stand with sword in hand.
With cunning strategy and valor true,
They breached the walls of cities, not a few,
Their troops did storm with thunderous roar,
And laid their enemies upon the floor.
Four cities fell beneath FutbolTango's persistance,
Their banners torn, their walls reduced to plight,
And in their wake, they left a trail of woe,
With pillaged riches, and sorrow's heavy blow.
They raided shores, where innocence did dwell,
And turned to pieces ships they did repel,
With flames and swords, they conquered far and wide,
Their conquest fueled by passion, power, and pride.
Yet in the end, as all great empires fall,
FutbolTango's reign did come to call,
For even heroes, in their glory's height,
Must face the darkness of eternal night.
But in the annals of the ancient lore,
The tale of FutbolTango, forevermore,
Shall echo through the ages, proud and bold,
A saga of conquest, in days of old
Please join Futboltango at the core and raide Convent and Zest cities at galore.
Whose troops did march with purpose swift along,
Through lands of Convent, heart of enemy's hold,
To set their base and tales of conquest told.
In times of old, when war did fiercely rage,
FutbolTango, leader of warriors brave,
With gleaming armor, and banners unfurled,
Led forth his legions, to conquer the world.
Through forests dark and valleys deep they strode,
Their path with fire and steel so boldly sowed,
To reach the heart of Convent's cherished land,
And there to make their stand with sword in hand.
With cunning strategy and valor true,
They breached the walls of cities, not a few,
Their troops did storm with thunderous roar,
And laid their enemies upon the floor.
Four cities fell beneath FutbolTango's persistance,
Their banners torn, their walls reduced to plight,
And in their wake, they left a trail of woe,
With pillaged riches, and sorrow's heavy blow.
They raided shores, where innocence did dwell,
And turned to pieces ships they did repel,
With flames and swords, they conquered far and wide,
Their conquest fueled by passion, power, and pride.
Yet in the end, as all great empires fall,
FutbolTango's reign did come to call,
For even heroes, in their glory's height,
Must face the darkness of eternal night.
But in the annals of the ancient lore,
The tale of FutbolTango, forevermore,
Shall echo through the ages, proud and bold,
A saga of conquest, in days of old
Please join Futboltango at the core and raide Convent and Zest cities at galore.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
Sing, Muse, of the epic clash between Pirates and Buccaneers,Sing, Muse, of FutbolTango, bold and brave,
Whose troops did march with purpose swift along,
Through lands of Convent, heart of enemy's hold,
To set their base and tales of conquest told.
In times of old, when war did fiercely rage,
FutbolTango, leader of warriors brave,
With gleaming armor, and banners unfurled,
Led forth his legions, to conquer the world.
Through forests dark and valleys deep they strode,
Their path with fire and steel so boldly sowed,
To reach the heart of Convent's cherished land,
And there to make their stand with sword in hand.
With cunning strategy and valor true,
They breached the walls of cities, not a few,
Their troops did storm with thunderous roar,
And laid their enemies upon the floor.
Four cities fell beneath FutbolTango's persistance,
Their banners torn, their walls reduced to plight,
And in their wake, they left a trail of woe,
With pillaged riches, and sorrow's heavy blow.
They raided shores, where innocence did dwell,
And turned to pieces ships they did repel,
With flames and swords, they conquered far and wide,
Their conquest fueled by passion, power, and pride.
Yet in the end, as all great empires fall,
FutbolTango's reign did come to call,
For even heroes, in their glory's height,
Must face the darkness of eternal night.
But in the annals of the ancient lore,
The tale of FutbolTango, forevermore,
Shall echo through the ages, proud and bold,
A saga of conquest, in days of old
Please join Futboltango at the core and raide Convent and Zest cities at galore.
Where the city of Oosit, with its walls high and fears,
Stood as a bastion of wealth and pride,
Yet destined to fall to the raiders' tide.
FutbolTango, with cunning and might,
Laid siege upon Oosit, under the moon's pale light,
With relentless assaults, the naval defenses crumbled,
And the waves echoed with war cries, tumultuous and troubled.
But amidst the chaos, a princess warrior arose,
Narni, the beautiful princess warrior
Her bravery unmatched, her prowess like a rose,
With a single blow, she shattered the walls,
Opening the gates for the raiders' calls.
First came the onslaught of the pirate fleet,
Sails unfurled, they brought destruction, swift and fleet,
Their cannons roared, their swords gleamed bright,
As they laid waste to Oosit, in the dead of night.
The city trembled beneath their relentless assault,
As buildings crumbled and citizens sought refuge, without fault,
But the Pirates showed no mercy, their hearts cold as stone,
For they sought only plunder, and Oosit's riches to own.
On the field of battle, death danced its cruel dance,
As the troops of Oosit and Ourboros fell, without a chance,
Thousands upon thousands, their blood stained the ground,
While the cries of the fallen echoed all around.
And as the sun rose upon the shattered city's shore,
The remnants of Oosit's navy lay broken, forevermore,
Their ships reduced to splinters, their pride cast aside,
By Pirates's might, they could no longer abide.
So ends the tale of Oosit, once proud and grand,
Now but a memory, buried beneath the sand, For in the annals of history, it shall be known,
The day the Pirates and Buccaneers claimed it as their own.
Amidst the chaos of battle, Narni stood tall, With sword in hand, she answered the raiders' call, Leading his troops with valor and might, He fought fiercely, in the heat of the fight.
Hydra, with serpent-like grace, struck swift, His enemies trembled, their spirits adrift, With each swing of his blade, he cleaved through the foe, Leaving destruction in his wake, a fearsome shadow.
G24DEEPER, a warrior of unyielding strength, His blows fell like thunder, relentless at length, Through the ranks of the enemy, he carved his way, Leaving no doubt of his victory that day.
Lyssa C, with eyes ablaze and heart afire, Charged into battle with a burning desire, To defend her city, her people, her home, With courage unmatched, she fought alone.
Cobemarko, a defender with steadfast resolve, Stood firm against the raiders, their plans to dissolve, With shield raised high and spear held true, He repelled the invaders, their ambitions to subdue.
JThena, a beacon of hope in the darkest night, Inspired her comrades to stand and fight, With her leadership, they pushed back the tide, And held firm against the enemy's pride.
Wilderbeast Troutman, a force to be reckoned, His ferocity unmatched, his enemies beckoned, To challenge his might was to court defeat, For he struck with precision, his victory complete.
Thanatos4702, with death's touch upon his blade, Struck fear into the hearts of those who stayed, His name whispered in terror, his deeds renowned, As he fought for his city, on sacred ground.
And as the battle raged on, amidst the cries and screams, FutbolTango emerged, with victory in his dreams, For he had conquered the city, its riches now his own, And the legacy of Oosit's fall, forever known.
FutbolTango
Hoplite
I agree. He is a character and a very unique fighter.
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