Gole and Ale, laughable. Central keep falls to the one true realm of Albion. We mounted your head on spikes, enslaved your children and took your wives for our own. Try to stop us in Thidranki and perish like the rest.
Frail baby celt arms and nappy headed mids HAH. Get used to the feeling of being decimated, it's going to happen a lot.
Frail baby celt arms and nappy headed mids HAH. Get used to the feeling of being decimated, it's going to happen a lot.