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I ask Alduin nicely to go destroy your empire before anywhere else. Everything is on fire.

My Very Burned, Very Empty Area!

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I fall backwards in laughter and nearly laugh myself to death as your puny dragon gets destroyed by the old surface-to-air cannon i destroyed AP's floating island with. Read my first post on This page.

My only slightly burnt and still very alive empire and very dead corpse of Alduin

I send an immortal giant dragon of shadows and ice to defeat you!

My Dragon!

i come out of nowhere and land on the dragon!

my dragon!

I attack with a swarm of these. They drop living bombs

My Hills

I move all the hills to one single giant hill!

My Hill!

My people cry out in terror as they are attacked, one after another, by invaders. I send an army to liberate the hill and realize it will take more than just an army to take over the hill. I grab a strange gem, ram it into the shadow-ice dragon's head, and it disappears. My men arm themselves with new plasma rifles (yes i have those) to shoot down the harpies, and I stab the crystal into the center of the merged, big hill and immediately, all who are not loyal to me or the Danwarian Empire perish immediately in flashes of light. The end result is me being in control of one, huge city which cannot be directly attacked which I use as a seat of power.

I send colonists meanwhile to nearby hills and take them for my empire: 5 to be exact. I establish colonies there and set up governors loyal to me in each colony.

I have rebuilt and grown My Empire.

It is a sunny day, the citizens of the Danwarian empire are busily pursuing their trades and the minds are happy. No one has dared to challenge the empire in quite a while and people are beginning to feel safe.
Suddenly, a wind comes up and brings dark gloomy clouds with it. Within ten minutes the sky is covered, the daylight is vanishing and people are hurrying home. The first ones under shelter are the rich: their fine clothes do not take well to being soaked. Rain is in the air and an expecting silence enshrouds the land.
As anticipated, drops of rain begin to fall. Immediately, cries of anguish and pain tear the silence. The few people still out in the open begin to scream, rubbing their limbs or holding their face in their hands, falling to the ground one by one. In the now deafening roar of the rain, the shouts of those gazing from the windows are barely audible as they watch, helpless, while their fellow citizen are being burned and eaten alive by the rain.
Cowering in the delusory shelter of its homes, the Danwarian people has not yet fully realized what is happening when, with an ominous grinding noise, the structures meant to protect them begin to fall apart as wood, metal and cement are gnawed by the humidity. Looking at each other, they see the reflections of pure fear mirrored in their kin's eyes. Seconds before being crushed under the debris of their homes, they are taken by irrepressible coughing fits; the air, saturated with acidic vapours, is eating itself through their lungs and replacing mucus with blood. Unheard through the raging storm, the last remnants of the Danwarian empire crumble and fall into ruin.

Hours have passed, and the rain has stopped. The air is filled with acidulous scents and a frail, greenish light struggles to break through the high layer of clouds hiding the heavens from the earth. A dead silence has taken residence in the once so busy lands, and pools of nauseous sludge fill the holes and crevices of a devastated, eroded landscape.
Suddenly, a fluttering noise is heard. A large, pitch black raven lands on the skeletal remains of what used to be the castle's highest spire, and contemplates the sterile wasteland with glowing eyes. With its harsh voice, cutting the silence with a victorious croak, it says:

"My Hill"

Amidst the chaos of what would go down in Imperial history as the Great Rain, The Emperor and his heir flees to one of the few colonies untouched by the rain. Gasping, he and his escort arrive at the town. The people, seeing his worry and fear and tiredness, swarm around the Emperor to ask what's going on.
Emperor Danwar wheezes, catches his breath,and says to them this:

"People of this colony, The sky has fallen. Our once-great capital city... Has been melted by a treacherous evil. It has destroyed our towns, killed our people, and destroyed everything we have held dear...
However, we are not..."

"We are not defeated yet. I and my son will lead you to victory against this new threat: But it is not just a battle fought by armies. Instead, it is also a battle fought by minds, technology, and strength! You will defeat this evil and restore the Empire to it's glory!

The Emperor suddenly drops down again, and says one last sentence.

"Do not bury me until you retake the capital, and when you do, bury me there."

The Emperor falls down, facedown, and dies.

The people gasp at this,and the Emperor's sun drops down and cries over his dead father.
However, he stiffens his resolve and steps in and delivers his own speech.

" My father was a great man, and he speaks the truth. They have not wiped us out yet. Do you know of all the defeats we had to go through to create the glorious empire we just so recently lost? We were defeated many times, and yet we came back stronger each time. Do you not know of the great feats we have achieved? We have expanded and grown to be massive and prosperous! Do you not know of the victories we have won? We eventually beat back everything sent against us! Do you think this incident will stop us? NO! Do you think this will end our Empire? NO! Do you think we will surrender to this new threat? NEVER! We will defeat this like we have before! We will recover and come back stronger! We will make sure this never happens again, once and for all! Are you with me???

The people cheered.

The old Emperor's son was appointed Emperor himself and turned out to be nearly as good as his father, despite his young age. He was Emperor Danwar II. He rebuilt the city into a greater city than it ever had been before, and then...

Then he planned.

Planned for revenge.
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The Emperor marched an army toward the ruins of the old capital, Danwarium. There were many dark figures in the city, armed and armoured similarly to the Empire's old army They were shades of the dead soldiers, wandering around, drawn to fight for the enemy of the very empire they once served by wicked dark magic. The army forms a spearhead formation when they see the enemy form a rough line. The spearhead charges through, decimating the enemy troops with more advanced weapons and a valor only demonstrated by men retaking their homes from literal monstrosities. The raven atop the old castle spire simply cast a dark spell and rained the horrid rain upon the troops. The Emperor had planned for this, though: He held the gem his father once used up into the air, and suddenly the troops had large, rectangular shields on their arms. They formed a box with thier shields, trying not to let there be any open space between shields. They marched up to the avatar of evil, and it replied by sending multiple bolts of darkness, but they are reflected by the shields. Then, suddenly, when the army drew close, the Emperor broke off and rode atop his horse forward. The raven
readied an attack, but it was too late: The Emperor grabbed it by the throat and put a sword to it. He said this:

"You thought you could control the Empire. You thought you could crush it beneath your wings. You were a fool. You simply tried to devastate our homeland, and you will pay the price with what else then death? This is for the people you killed, the damage you've done, and Father. This is for Father."

He took the gem, rose it up high, and his sword glew a faint light. He stabbed the raven three times, and it fell to the ground.
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Ten years later, The Emperor rode through the city of Danwarium atop his old horse, and he smiled as the reconstruction efforts were going very nicely. Ever since he liberated the Empire from evil, he had set 3/4 of the national budget to rebuilding, and he was not regretting it. The Imperial City was growing and prospering once more.

The Empire had won!

My Empire!

well... it seems u effectively turned this game into an rpg for a few posts.

ur rp- wait, i establish my qckingdom! it doesn't really have a speciality except for being a qckingdom instead of a kingdom but nobody cares!

I team up with Armoria kingdom and doqck's qckingdom against danwar123's empire!

Our... wait... what is mine? I think we shouldn't have teamed up, we don't know what each one will get... d'oh!

You both fail and get conquered by my vastly superior Imperial army.

You two don't get anything and i just expanded my even bigger empire!

I throw the whole planet in a super-massive black hole. Out of the plasma emitted by the relativistic jets I somehow shape a new planet with a pristine hill on it.

My Hill

I laugh as you get banned for cheating.

My Empire and Banned HaHiHa!

I destroy the universe

The End