"My most miserable Lords and Ladies, it is I, your grand Marshall of Geets. I bring fretful news."
The war goes ill. Though our stalwart Defenders, Regiments of honour and courage, numbering 52 sacrificial lambs, managed to erect some ramshackle barricades, it seems the atrocious Attackers outnumber us.
At last count, our spudling scouts have spotted 54 WRETCHED Regiments mulling around the attackers camp.
"Still all hope is not lost. Mighty bastions have been built. Keeps, outposts and bastilles so formidable it would take abject ingenuity to defeat them, and I believe there is none of that among our besiegers."
"OH GODS! What approaches our walls, THIS THING, it licks at our stone and disgorges saliva slathered attackers on to our sacred Ramparts! What foul mind could have designed this? ALL IS LOST."
Oh No! Our scribes send news, the attackers have clearly out smarted us again. We have spied a powerful 47 Siege Weapons being built, if this is the first, I can only imagine what horror awaits.
Let us pray that while we are fewer in number, our 34 deadly defence plans can weather the coming storm.
The Siege So Far:
ATTACKERS: 148 GARRISON POINTS "Oh god's we're doomed."
DEFENDERS: 120 GARRISON POINTS "My Lords, there's still a chance".
"It is close fought, with both sides slowly building creations of such malice, I fear for our souls and dramatically lowering house prices."

New Challenges Await:
Ready for the Assault (3 Garrison Points): Post a picture of a newly built and painted Follower unit, ready to fight for your sides honour (in your respective chats). New players may join the fight too! there's always more space for corpses in the moat.
Raise those Banners (2 Garrison Points): Design and post a heraldic shield or banner using the themes of your side. Attackers (Burning Red), or the Defenders (Noble Blue).
Strange Bedfellows (1 Garrison Points): Paint your new follower unit in the heraldry of one of your team mates. 1 EXTRA POINT if you tag them.
A single player can only score their points once, points being counted and scored towards the end of each week until that challenge ends.
"Good luck my fair Gentlefolk of Cist, I hope you die well out there. You have my promise as the Marshal of this fair city to only loot several of your gold teeth."
Somewhere below, in a city of oil and fish: P'sst. Get that halibut out your mouth and look at this.
Pretty neat huh. Wonder what it could be?
Max FitzGerald
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