On a summer evening the sun was shining and all seems calm. The brave warriors from the Coniunctis Viribus clan were still thinking about how close they were to grab a Spartan city.
Some Spartans made fun of it....what an arrogance point of view!
Well, we decided that this should be our last defeat. Anyway that would take days to prove, we all know Spartans are attacking for real in the weekends, don't they?
Well yes, some cities were in revolt (always the same players), but some defenses were put in place.
Everyone was expecting the same pattern, a barking enemy...not biting.
Suddenly, coming out of nowhere, the sky turns black...deep black. Where the sun shines, the clouds created a mythical color red....deep red. The color of blood? Would it be true?
Then Frenky warns the clan: attacks by Spartans!
The rain starts falling from the sky, rapidly increasing into flooding amounts. This could be the moment. Our intelligence center calculates the attack would be at the city of Rohan.
Thunderbolts and lightning creates a creepy atmosphere. This attack would be the worst ever.
The council sat immediately in crisis meeting: what to do? "The enemy is strong, but we can defeat them if we stand as a team" and so the decision was taken to defend Rohan with all we've got.
From all of our empire people collected units, ships, yes even flying creatures. They all were sent to the city of no return. Many beloved ones would have their grave in the mud or washed ashore due to the rain poring heavily.
So many tribes arrived there from all over the place. One at the other. The more they arrived, the more amazed the soldiers became about how much this empire could bring. "I didn't know we had that much!" This encouraged the soldiers.
While the first strikes hit the city, the soldiers bravely fought back, knowing reinforcements were arriving soon.
Many of the soldiers died, more attacks came in. Even from the island attacks came in, hard to prevent and by this cunning plan avoiding the defensive ships in the harbor. More soldiers died, but they survived the island tribes looking for their defeat.
Then Frenky alarmed again : "Bagginator and Dritki on their way!"
Everyone knew these citizens of the Two Towers did not come for coffee...they do not take any prisoners. They come with massive amounts of ships, even Light Ships turning the sky even more red. This didn't look good....Our brave soldiers were looking at the harbor, so many ships sunk. Will we stand? Is this where we collected our best soldiers for?
Then again a lightning bold...but this time it cleared the sky. The brave soldiers looked up and saw a face of Plodalf the White. His voice reached every ear, even the ones filled with mud and blood: "Thou shall not pass!"
With 1 stroke the harbor was filled with defensive ships again. So many the eye couldn't see them all.
The black rulers of the Two Towers didn't notice, their ships sailed to this wall of Biremes.
Thinking of a certain victory they entered the harbor. A loud crashing sound filled the air, every attack was defeated. Enemy soldiers reaching the shore were crushed by the Coniunctis Viribus soldiers, now roaring and shouting:"This time we take no prisoners!".
And so it happened: Coniunctis Viribus defeats the Spartans in the battle of Rohan. Hundreds of Light Ships and thousands of units were slaughtered. The good news was brought to the Council very swiftly.
"This is beyond expectation. Let's celebrate and thank all those brave rulers who sacrificed their sons in this epic battle. Our people deserve a next action plan to continue this success and not only win this battle, also the war"