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Rasputin sat in his throne room overlooking the Celtic people. He hated them, he detested them. His family had paid most of their fortune to the celts for protection over the centuries of exile from the southern lands. Now his family had risen to leadership of the people. These people who had al lthe wealth of the world. They were mighty and strong and feared. But he hated them. He longed to return to his families home land.
He picked up the Memo on his desk again and smiled. His family still had many friends in the southern lands. Information was always coming in. He re read the listings of the Troop movements of the Trollic Despot. In his arrogance he had left an opening. Rasputin smiled as he called for is Generals.
FOur weeks later, a procession of the Emperial Guard Units headed south undercover of night. In their sacks on their backs they caried much treasure from the Celtic Palace. Rasputin smiled as he thought of the rewards he had given to his generals for their support of his plan. The procession crossed the border into the Southern lands. America here we come.
Months later, having avoided all Trollic Supporters patrols. Having been pre warned of their movements. Rasputin entered the Amrican Capital and slaughtered all the Trolls he could find. Blood ran thick and fast through the halls of power. Only the Children and women folk were saved as Rasputin was not an animal, he only wanted revenge for the lossof his families lands.
Grandpa Troll, the leader of the Trolls who has forcibly removed the RaZ Clan from power so many centruies ago, was taken captive and made to confess his crimes. But in an act of leniency, Granpa Troll was not be headed but sent into prison on a remote island off the coast of America.
Rasputins cousin Robertus Maxim was declared king of all the lands of America. He immedialty set about liberating the people. New Temples were t obe constructed, roads would be built. Farms would be irrigated. No longer would America be a sea of unhappiness. Warriors were ordered to return home and make love to their wives.
Whilst allt his occured. Rasputin continued his travels. He had to release his own people . He travelled further south. He crossed plains of desocration. He passed the ruins of many citys. He sailed across an ocean. More cities he passed. He could not fathom whether war or earthquakes had caused this damage. No signs of who these cities had belonged to remained. He suspected the Evil Celts had probalby plundered them centuries ago. The Celts were so strong and rich, they believed they owned the world.
Finally Rasputin arrived in the Russian lands. His home land. The land overflowing with milk and honey. The lands of his family.
He travelled through many broken cities. Cities without basic infrastructure. Citys without roads. He swore to revenge the fowl treatment of his people.
He travelled for months before arriving in Brisbane. The traditional home of his people. The Trollic people had fled already after hearing of the American revolts.
Rasputin XIV was proclaimed king of Russia in 230BC.
His first decree was to write to his families past friends the Babylonians and Romans. He needed to consumate those old reltionships. He offered the fruits of his lands in a token gesture.
Rasputin was home at last. But he was sad. He was alone with no wife no heir . And he still hated the CELTS !!!!!!
Rasputin sat in his throne room overlooking the Celtic people. He hated them, he detested them. His family had paid most of their fortune to the celts for protection over the centuries of exile from the southern lands. Now his family had risen to leadership of the people. These people who had al lthe wealth of the world. They were mighty and strong and feared. But he hated them. He longed to return to his families home land.
He picked up the Memo on his desk again and smiled. His family still had many friends in the southern lands. Information was always coming in. He re read the listings of the Troop movements of the Trollic Despot. In his arrogance he had left an opening. Rasputin smiled as he called for is Generals.
FOur weeks later, a procession of the Emperial Guard Units headed south undercover of night. In their sacks on their backs they caried much treasure from the Celtic Palace. Rasputin smiled as he thought of the rewards he had given to his generals for their support of his plan. The procession crossed the border into the Southern lands. America here we come.
Months later, having avoided all Trollic Supporters patrols. Having been pre warned of their movements. Rasputin entered the Amrican Capital and slaughtered all the Trolls he could find. Blood ran thick and fast through the halls of power. Only the Children and women folk were saved as Rasputin was not an animal, he only wanted revenge for the lossof his families lands.
Grandpa Troll, the leader of the Trolls who has forcibly removed the RaZ Clan from power so many centruies ago, was taken captive and made to confess his crimes. But in an act of leniency, Granpa Troll was not be headed but sent into prison on a remote island off the coast of America.
Rasputins cousin Robertus Maxim was declared king of all the lands of America. He immedialty set about liberating the people. New Temples were t obe constructed, roads would be built. Farms would be irrigated. No longer would America be a sea of unhappiness. Warriors were ordered to return home and make love to their wives.
Whilst allt his occured. Rasputin continued his travels. He had to release his own people . He travelled further south. He crossed plains of desocration. He passed the ruins of many citys. He sailed across an ocean. More cities he passed. He could not fathom whether war or earthquakes had caused this damage. No signs of who these cities had belonged to remained. He suspected the Evil Celts had probalby plundered them centuries ago. The Celts were so strong and rich, they believed they owned the world.
Finally Rasputin arrived in the Russian lands. His home land. The land overflowing with milk and honey. The lands of his family.
He travelled through many broken cities. Cities without basic infrastructure. Citys without roads. He swore to revenge the fowl treatment of his people.
He travelled for months before arriving in Brisbane. The traditional home of his people. The Trollic people had fled already after hearing of the American revolts.
Rasputin XIV was proclaimed king of Russia in 230BC.
His first decree was to write to his families past friends the Babylonians and Romans. He needed to consumate those old reltionships. He offered the fruits of his lands in a token gesture.
Rasputin was home at last. But he was sad. He was alone with no wife no heir . And he still hated the CELTS !!!!!!
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