Travian WW

Wonders Of The World
Days fade into nights that seem ever longer as the cruel chills of winter begin their descent upon a people weary of war. The first snowflakes dance across the night sky, foretelling the end of all that was and all that will be.
 The glorious victories of the past no longer seem as wonderful in the latest retelling. They are but memories of a time when men felt immortal. The old warriors huddle beside the fire and remember fondly the great friends they had fought beside and lost, now but distant shadows in the darkness. The armies and triumphs of the past have lost their luster, and those still left standing wonder what they continue to fight for and whether there is anything worth still fighting for. They resolve that they will not go so silently into the winter night, that this age, their age, will be one to be remembered.
They pledged to search across the world for knowledge of the wonders of the past, hidden in the past, in a world that was now legend, in a world that was beyond memory. Heroes and armies searched far and wide across the fields, forests and mountains, braving the elements and their enemies to bring the secrets of the lost past back home. After many bitter disappointments a muse smiled upon some unknown hero and guided him to the revelation that a tribe of that long lost past yet lurked among the living---- The Dreaded Natars. The Natars are steeped in lore and mystery, an ancient race so feared for their savagery in battle that they are told as bedtime stories to scare children.
With much trepidation, the armies of Travian bid farewell to their loved ones, possibly for the last time, to march into the villages of the Natarian Empire. Hundreds of thousands of souls marched on the crowded roads beneath a winter sky to their destiny. There was no fear in their eyes, no hesitation, for they knew it was their chance, their only chance, to leave this age with not a whisper, but a roar, a declaration, that they existed. A declaration that will last throughout the ages, to become story, song and legend.
Beneath the winter sky, the flickering lights of the Natarian villages waited for the hundreds of armies marching towards them, the Dread Armies of the Dead Empire prepared to defend the valuable points from which they had once controlled the world, knowing that the many advantages that lay within each would be crucial to the fate of the world and its many peoples.