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Allons enfant de la patrie Le jour de gloire est arrivé Contre nous de la tyrannie L'étendard sanglant est levé

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Allons enfant de la patrie Le jour de gloire est arrivé Contre nous de la tyrannie L'étendard sanglant est levé
Macedonian phalanx by Guy Borremans
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden light across the land, a compact group of primal warriors stood silhouetted on the crest of a hill. Their figures were stark against the fiery sky, outlined by the fading glow of the setting sun. the group of primal warriors on the hilltop appeared to be guardians of a forgotten realm, keepers of ancient knowledge and wisdom.
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Here's to the winners of the human race Here's to the losers in the game Here's to the soldiers of the bitter war Here's to the wall that bears their name
Macedonian phalanx
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden light across the land, a compact group of primal warriors stood silhouetted on the crest of a hill. Their figures were stark against the fiery sky, outlined by the fading glow of the setting sun. the group of primal warriors on the hilltop appeared to be guardians of a forgotten realm, keepers of ancient knowledge and wisdom.
something that moved with impossible speed, something that left no physical evidence but filled the air with a putrid, metallic stench: the settlers blamed a group of Native Americans, leading to a brief but bloody conflict. But it tells a different story.
Aux armes, citoyens, Formez vos bataillons, Marchons, marchons ! Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons !
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats ? Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes !
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden light across the land, a group of primal warriors stood silhouetted on the crest of a hill. Their figures were stark against the fiery sky, outlined by the fading glow of the setting sun. the group of primal warriors on the hilltop appeared to be guardians of a forgotten realm, keepers of ancient knowledge and wisdom.
Lankhmar is richly described as a populous and labyrinthine city rife with corruption. It is decadent or squalid in roughly equal parts and said to be so shrouded by smog that the stars are rarely sighted (the city's alternate name is "The City of Sevenscore Thousand Smokes"). Located next to the Inner Sea, Lankhmar is visited by ships from across Nehwon and is the starting point for Fafhrd and the Mouser's many sea voyages.
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