Released from their tethers, to the battle field. The go forward sniffing out blood and carnage. Rife with the smell of death, they howl over the heat of conflict. Lash, burn and tear from limb and bone as the fill the hearts of men. Rage and hate are given to feed them and urge their howls on. No time for peace of discord, no profit in peaceful endeavors. Now let slip the dogs of war, for profit and spoil. Until both sides are decimated and then the dogs shall be withdrawn. In a facade and Olive branch will be offered, only when all is laid to waste and ****** corpses and broken limbs litter the ruins of cities. Then to profit they will help rebuild, then let slip the dogs of war again.