[OOC] I guess I’ll hafta put this up since they’re apparently not willing to show the stats nor declare war in game so as to tarnish their oh-so-streak-free reputation. And here are the stats as of approximately 2100- during The Return’s initial strike:
WHISPERWIND (TheReturn) 41 29,144,378 710,838
DEMONIC REALITY (DR) 10 3,730,891 373,089
They hit roughly 5 minutes after I posted here[/OOC]

And so it was with the heathens -Whatever it takes, no matter who you have to step on, no matter that they supposedly followed the god of justice- they would throw child-like temper tantrums when someone did something they didn’t like. Taldric should have known better than to expect anything else, but then he had been told that monkeys couldn’t run guilds. Whoever had told him that must have been lying. The demon should have trusted his instincts. There was no difference between a pompous windbag sending his mindless lackeys to do his dirty work and a troupe of slobbering primates- except the head of a group primates would bonk a few heads himself. At least the apes had pride, they didn’t hide amidst the ranks of their followers, they led from the front. They protected what was theirs, not haphazardly sent them to destroy what should have been more than a minor annoyance, a mere mosquito. However, unfortunately for some, tiny mosquitoes can carry some vile stuff, and they can get anywhere. Taldric intended to be that mosquito. And he wouldn’t let the one he was after get away.

The demon wouldn’t cry foul, he wouldn’t complain, he’d get even. He would swallow his pride, unlike the arrogant leader of the “Almighty Whisperwind”, and he would do whatever it took. Perhaps, the real question wasn’t whether monkeys could run guilds, but if worse than monkeys could. There was a question that every man would have to answer for himself.

As Taldric himself stood pondering that question, in his heart he already knew the answer. For him, there was something worse. He would now have to rebuild his kingdom and do something about it. If others joined him that was good and well, if not he would do it alone. Someone needed to stand up against this immoral- no amoral fiend. Let him believe that he was “godlike”, but he would learn. The message would be pounded into his thick skull loud and clear.

*edited to add link

<edit>Please remember to limit ooc to 2 sentences. I have allowed 3 due to one of them being a link to another thread- but the rest of your ooc has been edited.</edit>-Jasmine

(ooc: Individual war declarations. DR had 10 members 5 mil TNW, 541K ANW when I went offline. Whisper had 41 members with 25mil TNW and 707k ANW.)

The news came in, there was nothing left. Nothing. They had been declared on individually after Taldric had struck an unguilded kingdom who two days later joined their ranks and this was the excuse used. What happened was a shameful act. Whisperwind had declared individually and struck down the kingdoms of Demonic Reality, hiding their act from the public eye. The demoness was hardly amused.

Her horned head lifted high as she surveyed what was left. We will rebuild, but let no individual pass this night without knowing what shame has been visited upon the lands of Tonan this night. There was anger, anger so deep it went beyond murderous. Lands could be rebuilt. However, stolen lands would only fruit into dishonor and shame. She turned, nodding grimly to her Guild and sent missives to all of Tonan for this act of lunacy.

Arrnek sat peacfully in his keep, reading a book while quietly chewing on some wild figs. His book was very intresting and wove a beautiful tale of love and war into one. Nearly shocking him out of his delighted state, he rose his head tot he door, someone was immatiently knocking.

Enter.

M'lord, someone is burning our markets and temples. And this time it's not just a few or random, it's several hundred. We've already lost nearly 4 thousand total. The death tole rises among our own theives and our citizens are starting to panic throughout the entire cirty. Two kingdoms are using their faith against us also, wind storm are tearing through the city and their armies advance.

Rising quick enough to turn his table over, he seen that what he thought was the coming of night was really the burning of his grand city. We ride to meet them NOW! Issue the orders.

Just as his aid ran off to ready the army and prepare for the assualt, a catapult form the opposite side of the city hit near the keep, almost throwing the elf off his feet. Now more of them? Geesh

Hours of battle waged on before his city gates, the whole time more of his city sucombing to the fires of the Foret scum. Not only had the aggressors been unguilded, but they had attacked in unison, well organized. Something that people without an alliegance aren't commonly known for. But as the battle had merely started, reports of two more armies from the opposing side of his kingdom advanced.

His armies held through the looooong hours of battle. Many thousands of lives had been lost, but his troops had been successful. They had single handedly turned aside FOUR advancing armies of the foret scum whose former allegiance had been rumoured to be of Whisperwind. The thousands of remaining troops cheered as they watched the retreating backs of the defeated foret armies disapear.