A dark wind hit the lone figure as he sat upon the hillside, staring at the battle field. This was the start. He had gathered his generals silently, without anyone noticing. He had planned, oh and he had waited. Waited until everything was right. None of his generals had known the others were helping, nor he had truelly was. Until this moment. He remembered though. He remembered of the true meaning of this world. He had once had a name, hated and loved by some. He had not been the smartest, nor the greatest. But he had been there through the history and might of this world. Now the fox sat trying to change it all. He had been destroyed, all those months ago. And he had faded. His armies and name torn apart. He had been glorious though, fought with the best, fought against the best. He had accomplished things of might. Of power! But that name was tarnished, and he had shed it. He had a new name. And he hoped to bring fear with that name. He had allies! He had what he hoped to be power! And he was no longer the foolish, hot head he had once been.
Now he looked upon the battlefield, his banner being raised. It had been painless and quick, as had everything he had planned. The plan had worked perfectly. Within but a second, all of his generals had joined and attacked. He did not know if the others at won yet, or if they would win. But he had just started the name for them. The Forsworn. He had watched now, as this world of vermain died out. Only a true thirty or so generals even remained. Most had left, and many would not return. He hoped they would, that was what he truelly wished to accomplish. But first domination was in order. And he would try his hardest to do that. He was Morzan, first of the Forsworn. And his planning had hopefully worked. Maybe soon the Forsworn would sit at top. He knew not. His generals were all loyal, and only a few knew of his old name, the name that he once used. But they were loyal, and he believed them all trust worthy.
HE had planned for weeks, gathering his forces. HE had found his generals throughout Southsward, Mossflower, and the Northlands. And he would make the warlords of this age fight for their lives. This age had been too soft, these warlords had lived peacefully enough. There had not been a true war since the days of what...Rome? Loren? Sure, Wolf Bite lived in this age, but he sat peacefully. He and the mighty Forsworn would put fear into their enemies. The Forsworn. He had given each of them a mighty Lizard steed, the biggest, fearciest creatures from far North. They were the steeds of the Forsworn, the mighty dragons.
Yes, long pass were the days of glory. The Houses lay empty. Well...maybe when the forsworn sat ontop, he would send one of his generals to the North, to rule as the King of the Northlands. None at sat at that house since the days of Kilk. And maybe a King or Queen of Mossflower, who knows how long that house had lain empty. Ah, and the seas. Maybe one of his generals enjoyed skiffs, and would build an armada that the old Queen of the Seas, Ashyra, would have gapped at. Yes, the vermain of this world would bow before the King and the mighty Forsworn. The King, may he show his presence soon.
"Captain!" he barked to the nearest soldier. "Send forth a message to the people of the Countries. Make it read this.
Dear Warlords,
This world is changing. The Forsworn have shown themselves, a King shall arise. You have seen our might today. We will allow you to stay upon your lands. When the King deems it, a tax shall be put forth from those it is asked. We will rise stronger then what we are today, and maybe the King will show himself to your unworthy faces. Maybe. We will rule and rise, and if a resistance is put forth, we will destroy it. We will allow you to join our ranks, or ally to us. We will also allow clans to have peace treaties. Some of our Generals will even allow protectorates. But if you try to fight, we promise a full fledge war, which we are well prepared for. Tributes may be paid, and we will look at those who have been helpfull and gracious later on, when rewards could and shall be given. Those who help the rise of the forsworn shall be kept in mind. But those who fight, shall also be in mind. They shall be a sign for those to come of what happens to our enemies! We are the Forsworn, the Dragon Riders!
~The First of the Forsworn, Morzan the Magnificent~
Have it sent as soon as possible, pinned to doors or skulls, I care not! But have the message out! This is a direct order from Morzan! Oh, and get me a scribe, I want everything written down from the beginning of our conquest," Morzan smiled.
Yes this would be a summer to remember. He would hold his iron grip. "Ah" he thought though, he was no ruler. He was the leader of the Forsworn, but they were some what of a democracy. Not as powerful as a democracy as Rome had been, he would not allow his Forsworn to tratior or acuse each other. Well...maybe acuse each other...but anything to strong or powerful said or done and he would take care of it. Until the true King returned, he would lead the Forsworn. He was a Steward. And he would rule the clan until the King returned.
He watched as his army cheered in victory. Yes...this would be a most memoriable summer.
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This is a plot to what just happened in normal.will continue throughout normal through the night. It is a plot to the dieing game of normal. Only in roleplaying and about this all should be written, I shall ask an admin or mod to delete anything that is not about this plot or in this plot. Thank you.
A fox sat on a hill. He sat and watched. And he pondered. A slight breeze rippled through his curiously bright orange and red fur.
He hummed quietly to himself as he watched a new clan join together, some small hordes, some large..
The breeze ruffled his fur again and a notice fluttered past. Pinning it to the ground with his paw, he looked at the notice of Morzan.
He continued humming to himself as he padded softly back to his armada.
It seemed things were planned
whether they proved beneficial or negative for he and his skiffs was uncertain, but it seems things were planned
^_^
spiffy, though, methinks this would go better in the rp section
(I know but I wanted people to see that we just attacked in normal and such, it is all based on normal, sort of like Kilk and Ereptors plot during the dark ages, eh?)
"M'Lord! Diplomats be saying that Wolf Bite has sent forth a peace treaty till we deem it unneccissary!" a rat squeked in Morzan's ears.
"Then tell him aye! I will form an alliance with that giant peaceful dog! Now I hear Juska has taken the spot of Emperor. Good, I knew one of our higher lads could do it. And you say 3 others havn't even joined yet, they havn't got message to attack? Good, make sure they attack. Move out the army!" Morzan walked away, smilling at a dead ferret.
Tercios Of Old stood silent in the aftermath, deep in thought. He too had shed his skin of suffering, and emerged anew...
He had gone from mindless battle to mindless battle in seek of anything worth wild and then it came...
He Heeded the call, albeit he was a little late due to his scuffling ways and had taken a poor path, but he heeded the call...
Juska had watched and waited for many days, waited..waited untill that moment when he would arise for Morzan and The Forsworn. His army was small and his land also, but he was rich with food and gold. He set his sights upon the landfat Empire of Neobaron, afer buying large amount of skiffs for the offensive Juska through his might against the Sea Wall, but they were too strong. He sent his leaders behide those walls and weakened the gate holding out his skiffs, they stormed up the beach and took the shores of the empire. Now he waited again for his leaders to return, some his own some captured in war, and for his camps to be set up. Now that all was well he let lose his reserved and bought up the cruel mercinaries of Southsward, the Creatures then shouted "Long live Emperor Juska, ruler of Southsward, The Sworn Wall!"
Neobaron, a newcomer to Southsward trudged from the beach in the shame of defeat. His navy had failed, and his leaders were too few to combat the enemy. He had been hit in his weakest point. Sensing the threat of a lust for his blood, he sent out messengers to the bright spots of his empire, telling them to turn to defense, and to beware of turncoats and the treachorous tongue of the mighty Juska and his allies. He trudged quite some time before he mounted a rock and looked back opun his tattered and blood-stained army. In the distance, feint smoke was rising from the place of battle.
"Faithful servants of the BlackAdders!" he cried with a shaky voice. He paused, glancing about at the faces of those who remained loyal. Every glance from his eye was like a blow to the heart, for the embarresment of defeat had unleashed a ferocity that was apparent to those who were faithful to him and each shuddered with a fear greater than they had ever shown to their enemies.
"Today, is our darkest day. Our strongest members have been defeated, or scared into submission, and our allies cannot aid us. We have been pushed from the shores that we conquered, and our nemesis has become dominant over the land that many of our friends fought and died for." He tried to continue, but the events of the last few days had gotten to him. His army had been decimated, all of his money had been taken, his food poisoned, and his empire had become one-fouth the size of its former self.
He ordered the majority of his army to continue deeper into the safety of friendly territory, but he and a small number of his best forces remained at the rock for some time. Messages were sent to the members of the clan who had stayed with Neobaron through the slaughter that contained orders to remove the banner of the BA from their tower walls, and to wait for the next move of the young General who had been demolished by Juska. An amendment was sent ordering continuing offenses against the traitors who had left the BA at the first sign of trouble. They were the ones Neobaron was most angry with, and they were the ones who would first pay for his suffering.
He wasnt sure what to do at that point, but he had heard stories of times past. Viscious, angry times. A name came to him. A name that stuck out more than the others. One that had never been smeared by defeat or tarnished by its enemies. He had a plan. A plan to defeat the Forsworn, but it would require every bit of energy and cunning he had left to complete succesfully.
Emmisaries were sent to the glorious warlords of time past, in disbelief of the message they had been told to deliever. If the great warlords whose names echo throughout history would respond, then maybe Neobaron would have a chance. He knew he had established himself, but his planning was bad and he had let his forces become weak, contented by the peacefullness of his neighbors, but establishment wasnt enough. He had the desire to fight with the best and defeat the strongest clan he had ever seen created in the short time he had been fighting.
Neobaron gave a nod to those around him and he trudged off after his army, glancing occasionally back to the place of battle, where a feint smoke was rising.
He knew it was only the beggining, and that gave him reassurance.
*Finds topic moved to role play*
I feel that this topic is directly about what is going on in the game in a fantasized way. I don?t see a difference between ?Me and my buddies are attacking you in rag? and ?My orcs are stomp?in you in Mossflower.?
*Moves topic back to general discussion.*
Also, There is no rule that the person that starts a post can dictate how people must post in their topic. I will NOT delete non role-playing responses to the threat of this new clan that is role-playing.
Wolf Bite
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Morzan turned to look at his new fortress. Not bad...not bad at all. The attacks went flawless, and only his massive army had been hit, which is what he wanted, his leaders were now better.
"General! Send a messsage to those other warlords, tell them a feast shall be held here, and they are allowed to come without being harmed. As if I wished them dead, they have better uses alive. I am not cold hearted. Ha! May they see I am but a kind fox who wishes to rule. And rule for the King!" at this he nodded his goblet of wine at a banner of a crown with an axe and sword across it. "May you show your presence soon M'Lord! Also General, get me my full black helm, I wish none who once knew me to recoginize me, my old self is dead!"
He moved off, hidding and concealing short knives under his long baquet table. He wanted peace, not an over extended war with these fools, but if they came here as hot heads, they would leave with no heads at all.
Orcrist studied the battles from a distance, searching for the flags of Forsworn to pop up around the countryside. Alas, the wait was a damp squib: only the army of Juska represented the clan of Morzan in the land of the top 10. Also, Neobaron of Loren was gracing an even higher rank than Juska. He mused that maybe there were extenuating circumstances that kept the plan from being taken out. He also noticed that wolf bite was in first... again. Figures, he thought: in first and didn't even have to attack anyone to get there.
Orcrist took one last look through his field glasses and then turned back, walking purposfully inside: it was time for afternoon tea. It would help him get through his evening nap before supper.
RazorClaw sat back sleepily in his La-Z-Boy, reclining and basking in the sun, which was setting in a fiery red kaleidoscope of color over Mossflower.
A new recruit popped into his room. "Sir!"
"Eh? Wazzat? Attack the blaggarts!"
"Um, sir?"
RazorClaw sat up, fully awake. "Yes?"
"Yes, er, just to let you know, there is a plot-thingy going on, you might want to get involved, as you haven't been in a plot since ROME..."
"Have too!"
"Have not!"
"Have-- ahem. Anyway, perhaps I shall get involved. Have my messengers give a special /gift/ to windy-- a gift that may spell his doom!"
"What kind of a /gift/, sir?"
"A message, you dolt, what do you think messengers are for? Yes, send him a message. Useful things, messages. Not as comfy as massages, but they're more useful when you want to say something to a person. Yes, quite nifty, messages."
So, as this was happening, a bottle of ale hit the ailing-from-slight-madness RazorClaw konk on the noggin, which, though the ale would make RazorClaw ail like hail smashing a pail, /if/ he drank it, but as it was it brought him into his prime form of tactics. Not that he ever, really, used, tactics.
"Alright. You're promoted to lieutenant for getting me back into form. Always eat well, though. Remember, you are what you eat!" RazorClaw said, while munching some candied chestnuts. "Now! About the message. Send a noble and dignified message to windy, asking for membership in Loren. After all, I was assistant leader in the bloody thing at one time! We'll immediately take the stereotypical goodguy side and, at great risk of sounding cliched, Forsworn will never get away with it!"
Quite pleased at his promotion, the lieutenant said, "Yessir! Sending the message, sir!"
The recruit went out of the rom at a brisk walk, telling the messengers to send a message of diplomacy to windy. Yes, things were churning in the big thingy filled with butter that you churn, oh yes, things were churning.
He looked down. "They should be here soon." The ships he had sent. The ships He had sent to find out what was happening in the world he had lived in for so long. For he had left, sailed across the ocean, and landed. He had been absent for so long....Rome, even. He remembered the treachery which had led to the downfall...Luckily he had been absent long enough he was not attacked by the traitor....His friend still. Yet he longed for the heat of battle. Though he was graying he was a s proud as ever. They were here. He spoke, quickly, quietly. And then. "Tercios?" "Yes Sir" "Prepare to leave with the army. We shall fght against these until they are gone from the top 10."
He smiled. Tercios would find a surprise, indeed.
*scratches head* :huh:
He has an imaginary gerbal named Tercios who leads his armies.
rofl, Razorclaw.
The curiously bright furred fox was prowling the deck of one of his ships. Infact, if he wanted to he could walk for miles and miles across the decks of his armada, but that took too much effort, as there was always the issue of having to walk back. Pacing in circles let him walk as long as he wished without fear of the return journey.
Halfway through a cycle he spotted a rather perplexed vermin standing on the shore. Fetching his telescope, he stared at the creature. It appeared to be quite fuzzy, which seemed odd for a vermin. Only cute, discusting woodlanders were fuzzy.. He focused the lense.
"ah" he exclaimed, "much better"
Suddenly the critter on the shore drew out a bow, rolled a scrap of parchment around an arrow, and let it fly. The fox followed its clumsy progress though the air, and it landed with a clatter on the deck. There was a flurry of orange and red as the fox pounced on the arrow before it had a chance to escape over the edge of the ship.
"ah" he said again. "Razorclaw would like ta join Loren"
He pondered, Razorclaw was welcome as far as he was concerned, but he would rather ask.. He pulled out a piece of parchment, drew a large "?" and signed it. Rolling it together with Razorclaw's message, he sealed them with a thin coat of wax. This done, he placed a paw in the water and splashed four times, sat back and waited. Soon a dark fin pierced the water, and a large thresher shark surfaced. The fox threw the wax sealed parchment into the water and the enormous fish caught it in it's mouth.
"To the Old One!!" the fox shouted, and the shark twitched its long tail in agreement and swam off
RazorClaw, waiting to be admitted to Loren by the mysterious and wise "Old One", was out of turns and did absolutely nothing other than recline in a NEW La-Z-Boy that, when un-recling, um, de-reclined, declined? Ahem. Anyways, when it was, er, up, it looked like a noble and dignified throne. His new lieutenant, Roger "The Shrubber", walked in. "Sir!"
RazorClaw quickly made his chair, um, go up, which flung him out and he hit his head on the desk. "Ouch. Too bad the air bag hasn't been invented yet. Or a clock!"
"A clock, sir?"
"Yes, a clock."
"How would that help?
"Because, the clock would tell me what time it would be, so I'd know that I could re-- un-- de-- make the throne go up, with time to spare!"
"How would the clock tell you that, sir?"
RazorClaw smiled gently and chuckled, "Aha, yes, well, that's why you're the lieutenant, and I'm the amazing prodigy general."
Still confused, the recruit said, "Erm, my report, sir?"
"Ah yes, but of course. Go right on ahead with your report, which I'm sure shall be intellectually enlightening and bring me much knowledge from the cosmos."
"What?!?!?!?"
"I'm sure I'll learn stuff from your report. Go ahead."
"Yes, sir! We are now in Loren, sir!"
"Roger."
"Yes?"
"No, no, no. Roger is a term of confirmation."
"So, it's the same thing as saying ten-four, or ok?"
"Roger."
"Yes?"
Looking exasperated, RazorClaw said, "Oh, never mind."
"You know, sir, I think that one fox, windy, I think it was, is drunk."
"Really? What makes you say that?"
"Well, he was going around and around in circles, over and over and muttering to himself."
"Ah, well, we geniuses do that many a time whilst we think. 'Course, there's a good possibility he was drunk, yes. Good work. Dismissed."
Now, as he said this, he had a piece of food in his mouth, so dismissed came out as dithmithed.
"What's a myth?"
"Mith!" He said, his mouth stil full.
"Myth?"
His mouth finally empty, "Miss, miss!"
A female fox popped in the room and stood at attention. "Yes, sir?"
With one hand over his eyes, RazorClaw waved his free hand and said, "Oh, get out!"
Both hordebeasts walked out, looking extremely confused.
Juska awoke to a beautiful morning, eveything was right a pity he had to conquer empires today. He was just about to look at his map when a messenger come in.
"What is it!?" "The Nameless Fear has personally declared war on you sir" said the messenger.
Juska look out towards The Fear's empire, it was weak he would attack, but net yet. First he sent his mighty legions to the land fat empire of Neobaron, without even spying out his troop numbers Juska attacked and broke through capturing nearly half of Neobaron's empire. Now it was The Fear's turn again he broke through capturing a great many leaders and killing all the troops in his path. He then turned his gaze to two of the empires of Loren, a few attacks proved that they weren't worth his time. Seeing his huge new empire Juska sent about looting for huge amount's of cash and bought out the mercinaries.
Once again, Orcrist looked out over the horizon. Through the field glasses, he could see the raging war between Loren and Forsworn. It seemed, however, that Loren's calls for its allies had not be in vain- a rising coalition is beginning to threaten Forsworn's loose hold on the world. Before turning in, Orcrist also noted that a relatively unknown leader had increased his empire worth to greater than that of wolf bite- a rare accomplishment. He noticed the telltale signs of a plan gone awry, and a new regime setting in. If all went according to what he surmised could occur, Loren could rule the game... again. He strolled casually inside and called his generals to him- it would be a great deal of fun to take part in the clan wars once more. The plans have been finalized- now they just need to be carried out...
Claw assassins, on loan to S.E. from the Malazan Empire. Have succcesfully eliminated the high king Morzan. In the words of a obese friend of mine.
whaugh ha, DEATH!!!
ummmm.....Holby killed Morzan, then cowardly left the Loren clan to be free of deserved reprisals, Forsworn, hasn't killed anyone, yet we are being killed to prevent us from becoming competitive.
Umm, Jubes, that's what clan wars are about...
it's just weird, were been spray painted evil, but we don't act evil, and the good guys don't act good...weirded out...
Anyone know what happens to goods that were on the market when the seller is killed?
Deathspear- Your lowly clan is going to come out the worse you shold quit while your ahead.
Goods on the market are still on the market, even with the death of a player. Someone can buy them, but the cash goes to the dead player that can not use or send the cash.
Wolf Bite
Thanks for clearing that up Wolfy.
It's a storyline, Jubes. You're supposed to go along with it, take the top ten (since people hate you based on propoganda anyways) and then be masterfully defeated by moi. Tu comprehends?
My clan/I took morzan from 1000-2000 land to 66 land, then I ran out of turns and Holby finished it.
My thanks to holby
Just because it's a story line razor claw, doesn't mean you win cause you assume your good, you do have to win with class to remain good, and Larrusus, that's nothing, face it, you guys aren't very good players, you should stay out of this conflict.
Okay, fine. *puts on sunglasses as he fights Sworn* That enough class? No? *leather jacket, slightly faded jeans, and styled/gelled hair are added* Voila!
hmmm, that gives me an idea, we should have a Happy Days fad here, I get to be either The Juby (like Phonzie) or JaJi(like Chachi) :lol:
*groans* Sure, I'll be the guys that sings the theme song! "These happy days are in a row...."
Morzan looked at his deplated army in vain. Dead, or so they thought. Just like he had wished for, since he had been destroyed. He turned and jumped on his fierce lizard, Zara. He kicked it forward, and raced across the plains. Farther North, always north.
Days went by, then weeks. Zara became tired, but went on by the forth of his masters bidding. As he went, Morzan would pin messages to his generals doors, but then speed away. Then one morning, he saw it. The dark cave. He pushed Zara in dispite the creatures hissings.
"You are late and have failed!" a huge voice boomed in the darkness. Morzan bowed on one knee.
"Master, I promise I can come back, stronger! I can be greater!" he moaned.
"Silence, you are dead to me. MY new General shall finish it!" A drak figure apeared beside Morzan. It hissed once, then it threw a long dagger into the foxes chest. Morzan looked up, then fell.
"Contact your new generals of the Forsworn my servent. You will lead them to victory! HAHAHAHA" the voice boomed, and the creature jumped on Zara and rushed it out of the cave.
Quote from: Juby (Tercios)and Larrusus, that's nothing, face it, you guys aren't very good players, you should stay out of this conflict.
You're saying they're bad player, yet they almost killed you, Juby. I pondered finishing you off like I did with Morzan, but we had something of an agreement. It did not cover anything about you staying alive, but I did it out of respect.
Quoteummmm.....Holby killed Morzan, then cowardly left the Loren clan to be free of deserved reprisals,
Holby finished the kill because it was necessary, it was SE's victory and they deserve the full credit. I collected the reamining 66 land. But, knowing how this would appear, I left the clan. I don't classify myself as a coward, it's called staying alive and playing smart. I would be dead now if I was still in- it's happened to me several times before.
QuoteForsworn, hasn't killed anyone, yet we are being killed to prevent us from becoming competitive.
Forsworn came out full guns blazing, boasted of how they were going to take the game and tried to kill Nohc. You set yourself up for failure, it seems.
We basically made this game a real game once again instead of the boring food store fest it was before. Did you see Morzan declanning when he was done to 1k land? No. Do you see Juby declanning now? No. You are a coward Holby, lead your clan.
I had a careful eye on S.E.'s actions, I was saving turns till I needed to, almost killed me!? that's laughable.
Loren started it, they did the middle work, took like 1500 acres then you finished it. They probably couldn't have even broken him if they started it.
We made a major land grab, nohc was over zealously attacked, we could have killed him, we decided that would be wrong.
windhound stood in the crows nest of his largest ship, watching as with a final charge of rats Juskabally's horde was taken of it's last bit of land. The largest threat to Loren was thus obliviated
Tercios looked over the feilds with watering eyes. It then dawned on him, he was in Command. This evil disguised in a good treasured by Tercios and his heart frooze over like the depths of earth. He recieved a message from a messenger who had been monitoring Windhound who was recently dubbed "Firefox". "Sir, he claims that the largest threat to Loren is now gone".
Tercios pondered this 'It does not make sense, they are our threat, they rose up to fight us, when we arose they did not exist, it makes no bloody sense, some great sorcery or clever propaghanda must be at work'.
Tercios went to his tent and opened an old chest of his filled with his illustrious armour, he skipped by his old ezekial garments and his rogue wears and reached to his greatest suit of armour of all. A shining suit of armour that shone more light then actually struck it's surface, it had magical properties and was comprised half of the strongest metal and half of the inner light of his heart. His will to help those less fortunate from being bamboozled into oppression shook his spirit to the core.
Tercios took the armour to the fire, over his heart was the word Tercios and with the fire he made his sword red from the fire and emblozoned in burning scorch markings over his right breast plate, the name masada.
He would be victorious in this armour or die, possible both, he was not afraid to die, he had died before, but his virtuous soul was resurected by the will of those above his understanding.
"Are you afraid to die my good man?" Tercios asked.
"Not for you sir" was his response.
"Aye" Tercios said soberly "Send pensions to all the mens widows".
"But Sir, their not dead yet".
"Aye....yet" and then a single tear dropped to the ground and from the spot rose smoke, 'curious' Tercios thought and looked closer, it was no longer a tear, it was a seed.
Juska looked upon his slaughtered forces through his blurred vision. They had come from the south and massacred his rats and then his other armies on their way to his imperial fortress, his leaders the ones loyal to him had been captured the rest had fled, the scum he would never trust leaders again in this war. Mortally wounded Juska tried to take a breath, he couldn't. Was this how he would die beaten and broken with his loyal subjects lieing dead all around him instead his blackend fortress? No his anger and hatred against Loren were too great he took a breath and smell the death all around him, that is what Loren would bring to his world, death! He would stop them, the empires who did this to him would pay. He staggered to his feet and limped towards his allies empire, he would start anew and vanquish this evil foe. Now it was war, war to death and Loren would fall, yes Loren would fall.
In meditation, the old spirits of Loren approached Tercios, In the absence of the other honourable loren alumni and with Holby's evil apparent, the spirits declared Tercios the Keeper of the True Spirit of Loren. Then they decreed this new loren shall be called: bizarro loren, because of their fondness for superman comics.
Juby, that's just plain stupid. Were not Loren. Loren usually has 20+ players on their side and won't let anyone else do anything in the game.
Loren has a code of conduct that I have consistently played with, this loren is evil.
edit: I'm the keeper of the spirit of Loren but I am still a servant of forsworn, just a powerful subject.
They landed. " "Bring out my armour of adamantite!" "Yes sir"
Platebody and legs. A longsword. A kiteshield. No Helm. His eneies would see his face before their defeat. Apparently the threat was vanquished, for a few remnants, but he still had many other scores to settle.....
"Create the clan. Do we have any scapers still with us? Yes? Aha."
For Camelot. For Saradomin.
You play RuneScape, don't you, John. Runeite is better, :P Anyways, Loren didn't start this, so it is illogical for the attempt to carry on the stoyline which you admittedly started to call us evil. "We'se not evil, man, we'se coow. Real coow." :D
OOC: My addy is (g) :P So there.
My Dragon's better than anything. ntm my most specialest secret weapon.... THE SANTA HAT! Dun-dunduuuuuuuun... Erm, trying to unspam my post...
RazorClaw decided to make a rash move. He would become like those of the east, with the death wind. The Kamikaze! He would fling himself idiotically into the enemy, and recieve their retributions. Whilst they retalled, he would gain turns. Then he would begin anew, defeating them with a new strategy!!!
Juby's a perfect zamorakian don't you think? All of them are actually. I kill in the name of not killing. LoL/ If you in the wildy with skull, your a pker. By killing pkers, they not pk anymore, thus no pking. See?
Lol, Dragons awesome. If I could I'd have full sare with dragon battle axe or dragon dagger (p)
Howd you get a santa hat!?!?!?
Lucky/ what lvl are you.
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IC "Ready the troops. Issue the infantry with full steel, the cavalry with mithril, my generals with Adamantite/ Runite and the mages with their Saradomin robes. We attack tomorrow."
Quote from: RazorClawYou play RuneScape, don't you, John. Runeite is better, :P Anyways, Loren didn't start this, so it is illogical for the attempt to carry on the stoyline which you admittedly started to call us evil. "We'se not evil, man, we'se coow. Real coow." :D
Haven't you ever heard of a plot twist or perspective change? Does every book you read just have a good guy and a bad guy, no everybody is grey and you have to wait till the end to know who is virtous and who will win, if everything had a regular good guy at the start, still the good guy at the endhappy ending, no one would like a happy endings or the hero, cause they'd always predict it and it'd be boring, it's movies like american beauty that make you appretiate a good old fashioned adventure. If we had a boring old plot for this, it woudn't generate much attention, cudos to holby for changing the parameters of the game.
Actually, John, just started a few weeks ago. Got to level 31 before a guy found out my password somehow and the basta--blaggart stole my account. You get Santa Hats either by trading, getting them in 2002 on Christmas, (think it was 2002) or buying them for 350K frokm other players. I traded. Also, our current internet server no longer supports RuneScape, and we get all kinds of viruses from Internet Explorer, so I basically can't play anymore. *sigh* It was fun, though. When you're in the wild, and you ever see someone called Vengerfriend, kill him! He's the guy that stole my account!
So I guess my request for this to stay just on the plot and in character about RWL is not going to be taken seriously.
IC: The black figure looked down at the final sweeps of the destruction of Juska. HE heard cheers from the armies of Loren. Perfect! Oh well, Juska could rebuild. And he would work with the dark warrior. He would help the King, he was loyal. The dark figure laughed as the lizard under him hissed. Yes, just perfect. Loren would fall when they were least expecting trouble. After all, the High Lord Morzan was slain, and Juska was on the run. Who could bother Loren now? They did not even believe there was a King, much less fear the Forsworn. Fools. They would bow down or die! He was the mighty one from across the sea, loyal servent to the King. And he was stronger then those fools who believed to be winning this war.
A few days later found him at the end of a long road that led to the castle by the ocean. It was torn apart, battered and destroyed. He knew this place, this was the once mighty castle of the Juskawong, and home to Silver Tounge the Barbarian. Here was where he would start a new, building his army. And it was by the sea where his 10 million rats were coming from on 20 large boats. Here was where his empire would start anew!
The large Wolf growled dangerously, and two shrew slaves backed up. But his Fangorl, his general, sat unmoving. The Wolf was bigger then any badger, wildcat, or any other large creature of Mossflower. He had red eyes, as red as blood. His teeth were sharper then any dagger or sword, the same with his claws. He had a giant axe tied to his belt. It was so big it took a score of rats to lift. HE wore only a giant black cloak. His fur was almost as black as night.
"Sir, the messangers have come. The people of Loren need papers, they need proof that you will help them fight the evil that is Forsworn. They are afraid you may be a spy of some sort M'Lord!" The Fangorl said. Fangorl was bigger then most rats, and had a long rapier at his side. HE wore a smart uniform, with three black claw ornaments tied to it. It was the sign of his 2nd in command of the armies of his master, The Dragon Slayer.
"Proof! I wish to destroy the evil that is Forsworn, to destroy my brother's armies! I know Morzan is still alive, and I will slay him, with or without Loren. I alone know of Forsworn's plans, of what evil my brother wishes to do upon this world. I will stop him. Send messangers back to Neobaron, beg him to allow me to join the armies of Loren. I wish to destroy Forsworn, and I will do it! Juska and Morzan will be back leading that evil clan, I know it. My brother thought I would join him, bah!" The Wolf turned away. His adopted brother had come to him and asked...no commanded him to join the Forsworn movement, to help destroy the world of Mossflower and take over the vermain armies. But Itha Dragonslayer was no creature's pawn, he choose his path. And the rest of Forsworn had attacked Itha in the past, Juska exspecially. But he would make them pay. There was no room for evil creatures. If only Loren would allow him to join!
OOC: So, you're Ra'zac, then, Itha?
IC: RazorClaw decided after his rash run at Sworn which had earned their attentions, to keep a low profile. To rebuild, build up energy, then come in one sweep and eliminate a member of Sworn. RazorClaw did not wish, necessarily, to kill, but there were ways other than death to eliminate an opponent. Ways which he had experienced, pains brought beyond knives. He had heard rumors, rumors of a black shadow, greater than any that had come yet. "Sounds like the IRS." he commented to himself. He would wait, however, contentedly.
OOC: Yea, I really do want to join you guys, but I understand this spying thing. I really am Morzan/ Dead Eye's brother in real life, but I got sick of him over shadowing me and basicly pushing me around in game and telling me what to do in game, so I decided to show him that I am better then him in game. Also listening to his plans at home, he sounded pretty evil. So I am hoping Loren allows me to join up, I was Witner Warrior during the time of Rome, and made it to rank 5 while surronded by Roman Emperors. My brother attacked me then too...
OOC: I wish I had a little brother who played this game, lol I an just see it I get home and he's like guess what I just killed you.
OOC: Don't worry Juska, I plan on doing that to Dead Eye. And if you really want, I can kill you and when you get online I can tell you, since I planned on that too :D
OOC: I'd like to get a V in my name before this war is over :D .
Kill those two and I'll kill you :D
Kill him and I'll... negotiate strenuously. SO THERE!
OOC: Never believed my own brother would betray me, but don't worry, he will die and fall. You made a mistake my brother, now you shall die. And Loren won't protect you, from what I hear they wont even allow you in their clan. No where to run, so now you die!
OCC:No!!! please don't negotiate!!
Actually, Dead Eye, your threat isn't that relevant. You are in no position to kill him, and he would be in more danger if he were in Loren, because you wouldn't have the attack restrictions...
OOC: But he could have back up from you guys. Now he is alone. He will die, do not worry. He shall die. I won't let him get his 15 million rats like he did last time we fight.
Gives Itha 15M rats* :D :D :D He, in this round, doesn't need 15M rats to have enough to break most people...
OOC: That is silly my friend, Loren won't aid him, though it would be better to have all my enemies in one place. No, he will die and so shall Loren. I hear he is begging Neobaron for the password. My brother doesn't like to be alone, he showed he was against me and now he has nobody to help him.
Neobaron emerged from his room. Many messengers greeted him. Alliances, information, and requests to join the ranks of loren were the order of the day, as had been the last few days.
He had regained a fraction of his former empire, and his army was continually growing to what it once had been. For the moment, the Forsworn were on the run, but whispers of a new threat from an old warlord echoed through the halls of the retaken castle on the shore.
Morzan was defeated, and so was Juska. Juska had escaped death, and sent messages out with the promise of defeat for those that had anyhting to do in his demise. Neobaron was shaken. He had barely escaped the first suprise attacks, and even though he knew what was to come, many things were going to happen that he had never seen before. Names that he had never heard before were appearing, and in some cases reappearing, each pledging to fight on one side or the other.
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Alliances with the SE and Blades gave him firther reassurance of the ultimate sucess of Loren in this great war, and negotiations with the brother of the dethroned were going well, though Neobaron had his doubts...
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I cant continue now coz theres a frikkin hurricane about to eat florida...
Good luck to all who are in its path besides me, and i wish you the best truly, even if you're in forsworn :P
Juska sent out calls of aid to the corners of the Earth, to his friends and enemies alike. Aid in the fight against Loren. His most loyal friends had already come with the promise of more to come........
The dark figure laughed. Fools. All his enemies thought they had won. They had allowed Morzan's adopted brother to join them, that big stupid wolf. The Dark One had planned on having him die already, why not burn with the rest of Loren. He laughed as his rats poured in from the seas. They would all die. Or bow before the King. What Morzan had not done, the Dark One would. He would rule beside the King. Or perish in the attempt. But change was here. Was Loren ready? Or for that matter, was anyone?
OOC: Only error with this is that he hasn't joined us...
Spies and diplomats returned to Neobaron with good news. The reeling enemy had a loose tongue and much information was gathered that would have otherwise been kept a secret by the Forsworn. Whispers of a new king to replace the old one were abundant, some said Kilkenne. Plans of a grand offensive, and of death threats and grave promises were also in abundance.
The enemy was not happy.
The Old One had returned from his voyage, and Neobaron was relieved of general command of Loren, he did not have the experience to be the representitive of such a powerful name.
New allies came from the former members of the Forsworn, and much information was learned from them as well, plans and such that had no real significance, but gave insight into the way the enemy thought. Teh brother of Morzan was being of use, and had earned a bit of trust to the point that he was allowed to raise the banner of Loren in his empire.
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The next phase would soon begin... Neobaron could feel it and knew what was about to happen. He knew he could not hold off the hordes of Forsworn, they were too strong and knew too well his army, but he had made it through once, and now his enemies werent as strong as they once were.
OOC: Reads Neobaron's post and laughs.
OOC: *is confused* Wait, so Ill is Dead Eye's brother, or House of Pants? I thought he was Ra'zac, but since you're implying he's in our clan... And Kilk? *snorts* Though having an extremely skilled (no offense to Sworn) player on their side would make things much more interesting. Not saying that Sworn isn't skilled, but they're not on Kilk's level. He'd make a good evil person for Sworn...
The dawn broke on a new day, and he was up to meet it. A vision of living death, the ferret stood on a bluff, staring down the canyon. He spat.
"(sorry, but I can't think of a word to use)ed southlands." With that he turned to the second ferret behind him and to the right. "Muster all forces. We move."
The time was soon. He would be coming...And would they be ready?
(OOC: I am aligned with a side I suppose. But it all depends on how it plays out, so I'm going to hold off until something definite is decided on by myself.)
OOC:Eh? Well this is suprising! This will be much more fun if you side with them in-game, Kilk!
BIC: RazorClaw was troubled. Rumors that Kilk, once a great emperor of ROME, was back and possibly assuming the side of the enemy were quite disquieting. For, though in ROME RazorClaw had, in fact, nearly single-handedly killed Dead Eye, or Morzan, (OOC: Okay, I didn't exactly nearly kill you, but I got you down to like 1K land. :P ), Kilk was a different matter. Kilk had the experience, the skill, to present a challenge and make trouble. RazorClaw would be ready.
(OOC:)Ya, Dead Eye was the like the only Roman empire I could brake when ROME went into power, Razorclaw 1000 land is not nearly dead, it takes like another 250-400 turns to kill someone from their and that's if all they do is attack. Dead Eye coulda just explored or run turns and he wouldn't have been killable then either.
(BIC:) His warriors were getting restless, many had already left their protected mountain valleys, they were also surpised by the lack of resisitence in the lands that they captured, for these warriors we used to feirce fights for their lives. They would get to release their power soon very soon.
OOC: Well, it was down from like 21,000... And besides, I was the first one to idiotically make a bold stand and attack a guy like that... Then the rest of me clan got him down to rank 69 or whatever... The days when there was a rank 69...
"Raise the banner you fools! We fight for Loren now!" the large Wolf howled to the moon. Forsworn would pay now, as would Morzan if he still lived. Itha Dragonslayer would win, and rule with Holby and the rest of Loren. They were the true rulers. He knew of this Kilk creature, but fear did not touch him. If this Kilk wanted a war and choose to be with Forsworn, he would die too. The large Wolf edged his axe while he thought. There was a supposed Black Shadow creature who road a dragon, and the creature was supposivly leading the Forsworn. All very well, maybe Morzan was already dead. There was no report of his dead body from the ruins of his castle. Maybe this black shadow had slain Morzan? Who knew! But whatever Forsworn had planned, he would beat them, and slay them! He was a Champion! He laughed as he turned around. Now to go and visit his leaders, the mighty Holby and Neobaron and the rest of Loren. Maybe a feast was in order?