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cerberan
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It was a cold winters morning, the mountains of Jamtland lay still, nothing disturbed the silence except for the sound of foot steps on the crust.
From west emerged a dwarf, the one known as Ardamel Svartalfsbanne. For reasons unknown he stops for a few moments, perchance pondering the situation at hand... Then suddenly, from the north the silence breaks, this time from the foot steps of mighty troll, the one known as Thg Gork. From the east a silent figure is moving towards them, this time, it is the norseman known as Cerberan Ceraklath. As he reaches the two aleady standing by the foot of Nottmoor Faste, a kobold comes running from the south, this leaping little figure is known as Mirak Naijmi.
<Ardamel> Shall we begin?
<Cerberan> Yes, something must be done.
<Thg> Aye, the true strength of Midgard has to be shown, and no Hibbie nor Alb shall stop us!
<Ardamel> The situation is grave indeed, but we must not despair, it is being taken care of...
<Mirak> What do you have in mind?
<Ardamel> Get your forces ready, we move at dawn.
<Thg> Then I shall have the siege machines up and running! And if dey dare resist, I shall bash dem silly elfies, crush dem lurikeen!
<Cerberan> Then I shall rally the stealthed forces of Midgard, so that you may work undisturbed... Having said that he vanishes from mind's eye.
<Mirak> But who will lead us?
<Ardamel> I shall lead the forces of Midgard!
As the first rays of sunshine casts light on the lands of Breifine, the forces of the FoM alliance begins their attack...
And we all know how the story ended!
/Yours sincerely
Cerberan Ceraklath
lvl 47th season norseman [Critblade] Shadowblade
Defender of Uppland
Self-proclaimed Ruler of Mt Collory
Master Deceiver
Isen Vakten
And
Ardamel Svartalfsbanne
Ps: Pls guys from Hibbieland or albcountry see this for what it is
a funny story about the relc raid this godforsaken early morning
Ds
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Now let the FLAME FEST begin!
From west emerged a dwarf, the one known as Ardamel Svartalfsbanne. For reasons unknown he stops for a few moments, perchance pondering the situation at hand... Then suddenly, from the north the silence breaks, this time from the foot steps of mighty troll, the one known as Thg Gork. From the east a silent figure is moving towards them, this time, it is the norseman known as Cerberan Ceraklath. As he reaches the two aleady standing by the foot of Nottmoor Faste, a kobold comes running from the south, this leaping little figure is known as Mirak Naijmi.
<Ardamel> Shall we begin?
<Cerberan> Yes, something must be done.
<Thg> Aye, the true strength of Midgard has to be shown, and no Hibbie nor Alb shall stop us!
<Ardamel> The situation is grave indeed, but we must not despair, it is being taken care of...
<Mirak> What do you have in mind?
<Ardamel> Get your forces ready, we move at dawn.
<Thg> Then I shall have the siege machines up and running! And if dey dare resist, I shall bash dem silly elfies, crush dem lurikeen!
<Cerberan> Then I shall rally the stealthed forces of Midgard, so that you may work undisturbed... Having said that he vanishes from mind's eye.
<Mirak> But who will lead us?
<Ardamel> I shall lead the forces of Midgard!
As the first rays of sunshine casts light on the lands of Breifine, the forces of the FoM alliance begins their attack...
And we all know how the story ended!
/Yours sincerely
Cerberan Ceraklath
lvl 47th season norseman [Critblade] Shadowblade
Defender of Uppland
Self-proclaimed Ruler of Mt Collory
Master Deceiver
Isen Vakten
And
Ardamel Svartalfsbanne
Ps: Pls guys from Hibbieland or albcountry see this for what it is
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Now let the FLAME FEST begin!

