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Thread originally started by Cerberan...
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
continued....
<Mirak> Anyone got the time by the way?
<Thg> Sure it's 11pm.
<Ardamel> By the great beard of Thor! Cancel the attack! Run away! Run away!
<Mirak> Why my lord ?!!
<Ardamel> There might be Hibbies or Albions and they might hurt us!
<Thg> Gadzzooks sir! He's right! Run away! Run away!
<Mirak> Hold me sire, im, im frightened!
<Ardamel> Fear not my little one.... For although I may have only fought beasties afore now and never a sentient being, I have received a vision from the great norse god known as Nuhb. And i have conceived a plan so cunning that I'll wager noone has ever, ever, ever thought of a plan so fiendishly clever in the entire history of the world... We shall all wake up in the middle of night, make spurious excuses to our wenches (if we had had any), and steal the relics whilst the enemy sleeps, and most importantly, noone will risk being hurt!
<Mirak> Inspired my lord! Bravo! Bravo!
<Thg> But what if we should fail? The guards might hurt us, or even kill us!! Ahhh run away! Run ...
<Ardamel> Silence! Oh ye of little faith! If by chance our raid on, for example, the undefended Excalibur should fail , then we shall simply say it was a jest, or a joke, but if we are successful, for example in hibernia, then we shall hail this as the biggest triumph in Midgard history, and ALL shall bow down before us!!! Never again will NPC's laugh at us!
<Mirak> Marvellous! Marvellous! All hail Lord Ardamel and praise be to Nuhb!!
<Thg> But sire, won't, won't people say we are cowards? That we have broken the conventions of the war? That our mighty realm is unable to look its neighbours in the eye? Will not the enemy simply enter our frontiers and take the relics straight back and shame us by doing so in broad daylight???
<Ardamel> Trifling details my boy! Now where's my alarm clock? And Mirak move over your hogging all the duvet!...
AND THE REST, AS WE ALL KNOW, IS... GEOGRAPHY
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
continued....
<Mirak> Anyone got the time by the way?
<Thg> Sure it's 11pm.
<Ardamel> By the great beard of Thor! Cancel the attack! Run away! Run away!
<Mirak> Why my lord ?!!
<Ardamel> There might be Hibbies or Albions and they might hurt us!
<Thg> Gadzzooks sir! He's right! Run away! Run away!
<Mirak> Hold me sire, im, im frightened!
<Ardamel> Fear not my little one.... For although I may have only fought beasties afore now and never a sentient being, I have received a vision from the great norse god known as Nuhb. And i have conceived a plan so cunning that I'll wager noone has ever, ever, ever thought of a plan so fiendishly clever in the entire history of the world... We shall all wake up in the middle of night, make spurious excuses to our wenches (if we had had any), and steal the relics whilst the enemy sleeps, and most importantly, noone will risk being hurt!
<Mirak> Inspired my lord! Bravo! Bravo!
<Thg> But what if we should fail? The guards might hurt us, or even kill us!! Ahhh run away! Run ...
<Ardamel> Silence! Oh ye of little faith! If by chance our raid on, for example, the undefended Excalibur should fail , then we shall simply say it was a jest, or a joke, but if we are successful, for example in hibernia, then we shall hail this as the biggest triumph in Midgard history, and ALL shall bow down before us!!! Never again will NPC's laugh at us!
<Mirak> Marvellous! Marvellous! All hail Lord Ardamel and praise be to Nuhb!!
<Thg> But sire, won't, won't people say we are cowards? That we have broken the conventions of the war? That our mighty realm is unable to look its neighbours in the eye? Will not the enemy simply enter our frontiers and take the relics straight back and shame us by doing so in broad daylight???
<Ardamel> Trifling details my boy! Now where's my alarm clock? And Mirak move over your hogging all the duvet!...
AND THE REST, AS WE ALL KNOW, IS... GEOGRAPHY
the horror, the horror