Half the world was coloured the, um, turquoise of my undead armies. My war with the Anubislike dog-mage Sol looked set to bring more territory under my control. Things were going well. End turn. Rjakh is demanding 900 mana or he?ll declare war. Well, no, I need it. Sure, history has proven it?s bad to fight a war on two fronts, but history didn?t command a two-headed poison spitting dragon. War it...
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