11-16-2019, 07:38 PM
(11-16-2019, 06:49 PM)uncledarkseid Wrote:(11-16-2019, 05:04 PM)Tobias Chipheart Wrote: High Elves to all races:
The High Elven King overlooks yet another battle expertly directing the troops. It is a beautiful sight tens of thousands marching in unison...the ground trembles beneath their feet ...their marching is so perfect that it sounds like one monstrous being stalking through the lands. We faced the best that the Sorcerors had to offer and armour was polished and weapons sharpened in preparation for the battle. The generals under direction of the king formed in front of the Sorceror army.. banners flapping in the winds. The generals decided to send in the prisoners taken from the previous battle arming them only with rocks and sticks to test the Sorceror lines. As the prisoners went over the hill into the Sorceror army the king signaled to his generals to advance. The winds came up flipping the skirts (i mean robes) up into the faces of the Sorceror force. The elven armies saw more then they wanted to but expertly moved as one... swordsman, pikeman and bowman advancing up the hill. Just as they were about to crest the hill a runner came up to the King informing him that the prisoners had completely destroyed the enemy and no further attack was necessary....not one living sole was left. The king laughed as the complete superiority of the elven armies yet again was proven in battle.
The king realizing how little challenge the Sorcerors were in battle decided to give some of our emissaries time to visit their families as they werent needed. One in particular went home to visit family who owned a cottage on the beach in the waves of Azure and while there was captured by Sorceror agents. He was beaten and dragged away in..front...of...his...wife...and...children. He apparently was forced to say things that werent true...we received his middle finger in an ornately wrapped box...so we know he didnt give up this information willingly. Based upon this false information we have been removed from the Council...it is a witch hunt...we are being framed and all we wanted to do was make Zamora and the other lands great again. The Sorceror will pay!
paleeze. if you call a green brigade of troops sitting on a pop center to prevent emmy intrusion my best, you are sorely...no wait, that may have actually been my best. know ye this, an invisible army floats around the world this turn somewhere. could it be at your newly relocated capital in XE?
How did the dome of invulnerabilty taste? we enjoyed your temper tantrum you threw as you tried to worm your way in to my city. Wherever have you marched off to? Not on my radar this turn. Assuming you are off crying to the king about your lack of accomodations outside the city walls.
NE - ALL
Well isn't this an interesting tidbit of information. One side casts the story as a battle ripped right out of annals of Braveheart in all of its glory. The other side shares that it was nothing but some louts from the nearby tavern likely too drunk to even tie the knots of their armor. Where does the truth lie? Or is one lie the truth?
I suspect that Tobias has grown up in this world thinking that he is a rather Big Fish but unfortunately completely unaware that he was in fact living in a very ... very ... very small pond. I can imagine an 18 year old Tobias, still hoping to be able to shave one day like his human father, running into the kitchen breathlessly to tell his mother with great pride about his "amazing aim" and "remarkable ability" to put the toilet seat down when done.
His likely, over patronizing and only half-elven, mother, patting him on the head, placing a golden crown on his head, and asking him to go outside to play with his new pony. Beaming with pride Tobias staps on his mother's butter knife, grabs one of the family silver platters for a shield, and strides oh so very over confidently out to the sheep pens to mount his mount.
HabeusCorpus
That trembling you hear in my voice is just a cold.
