Avis
Fledgling Freddie
- Joined
- Nov 8, 2004
- Messages
- 20
Well done!
It was a dark and gloomy day in Molvik, war was waged everywhere and the hordes of enemies just kept on coming. It seemed hopeless for a moment, but only for a moment, and you clenched your teeth and adjusted your harness, knowing that on this day you would fight for the proud and glorious city of Camelot, home to the noble Albion races, and for King Arthur. Hail to thee, King Arthur! You found yourself alone out on the battlefield, facing the full might of the Hibernian army as it charged towards you, kneeling down and inducting yourself, whispering a soft “For Arthur” as you rose up again, prepared for the onslaught. Standing firm with your mighty chest heaving as you struck blows to the right and left, ducking and parrying as the numerous foes came at you. Bloodying the grass as your maces struck home and silencing the Celts. You stuck it through all until the very end, bracing yourself against the impacts, muttering curses as the Celt war cries echoed through the hills. And at the end of the day you stood there as a conqueror, victor and vanquisher of women and men alike…
Those who died, salute you!
Adde parvum parvo manus acervus erit.
It was a dark and gloomy day in Molvik, war was waged everywhere and the hordes of enemies just kept on coming. It seemed hopeless for a moment, but only for a moment, and you clenched your teeth and adjusted your harness, knowing that on this day you would fight for the proud and glorious city of Camelot, home to the noble Albion races, and for King Arthur. Hail to thee, King Arthur! You found yourself alone out on the battlefield, facing the full might of the Hibernian army as it charged towards you, kneeling down and inducting yourself, whispering a soft “For Arthur” as you rose up again, prepared for the onslaught. Standing firm with your mighty chest heaving as you struck blows to the right and left, ducking and parrying as the numerous foes came at you. Bloodying the grass as your maces struck home and silencing the Celts. You stuck it through all until the very end, bracing yourself against the impacts, muttering curses as the Celt war cries echoed through the hills. And at the end of the day you stood there as a conqueror, victor and vanquisher of women and men alike…
Those who died, salute you!
Adde parvum parvo manus acervus erit.