Babe stood over the situation map in his war room, surrounded by his advisers. When word had come that the Council of Trees had moved into the neutral zone, they had feared the worst; however, the Ents did not come as friends to the Djinn, but as competitors and scavengers, opportunistic growths on the failing body of Babelon.
Babe snorted. Babelon was not done yet. The Djinn had recoiled from the Ent expansion, choosing to make their fight in the Southern Stone Wall, no doubt planning to use it as a buffer against the Council of Trees. A cautious move, and a prudent move, but one that gave the initiative back to the Republic. With luck, it would be enough to see them through the winter.
"We will halt the Ents here." Babe said, tapping hex 50 on the map. "We must dislodge them before their roots take hold. Burn every building, tear up every road, poison every well and spring and cistern. Lay the land to waste, and then withdraw before their counterstrike. They will not be able to press us before the next growing season."
Nodding firmly, Babe pounded the table. "The tide turns this day. Send every pike south. Death to Djinn!"
Action Pool: 9
Conquer 50 [AP:8]
Abandon 50 [AP:7]
Conquer 79 [AP:4]
Conquer 92 [AP:1]
Tower 11 [AP:0]
An open letter to the Free Nations of the West:
GreatWyrmGold of the Merfolk Lakers, NQT of The Accord, a1s of the Pearly Swine, hear my words. The sleeping giant has awoken; the Council of Trees marches to war. Their numbers have swollen to dwarf the mightiest civilization, and they will swell again next summer if left unchecked. Though you are the smallest of nations, if you stand united you can slay the giant. I urge you to form a Union and to begin planning for the coming war. Do not fool yourselves; war is coming. If you are not in position to combat this threat in the Fourth Year, then the Ents shall surely prevail.
Let us build a strong bond today for the trials of tomorrow.
~Babe, First Speaker of the Republic of Babelon