The Gods envy us.
They envy us because we are mortal, because any moment might be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.
You will never be lovlier than you are now.
We will never be here again.
What about some army-related rules, such as "only x amount of slingers in an army", or something like that. Personally, I think we should limit it to at most 2 slingers/army, and no senseless amounts of elites, either.
(Oh, and you can confirm me as the Arverni.)
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