"The sound of war travels up the rivers of the south, to the east your ally moves closer as you gain land for your glorious empire, no known formation has been heard from the west and north. Continue with your campaign reaper....." The dark slithery voice whispered to him as he meditated, coming out of his trance The Grrim Reaper grabbed his synth from the ground and flipped over his dark as shadow hood over his head. Walking back to his encampment other death dealers accompanied him while other troops continued to work. Arriving at the center of the encampment deathly silence filled the air such as if the world had stopped breathing. Looking over his army he told them what the dark gods had told him and that we will prosper. "To the north the hidden but strong lay ever so expanding as we get closer by the hour. Fear not for we will not be disturbed by the local tribes, even as we speak the fanatical chargers go around causing mayhem, tonight we sleep and tomorrow me March, Praise the lords!" Reaper rasps out as his men let out a similar cry
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