Obligatory Victory Post - A Trap Well Sprung

[Mingpow321 285]

 

The dwarf squealed as a fire seemed to sear through his mid-section, the sharpened stakes at the bottom of the pit trap having impaled him as he reached the bottom of his descent. The shouts of his comrades above echoed in his ears as he looked up at the small square of light, their figures silhouetted against the sun, what two of them there were left after the drop had decimated his war party. It had all happened so quickly, even with his doubts spurred on by the recent string of losses his brothers had sustained, the dwarf had thought they might inflict some casualties.

 

The dwarf began to shake as he laid in the filth at the bottom of the pit, his vision blurring and fading in and out of red. With no small amount of shaking and coughing, he reached up with his right hand, grasping the large stake that now sprouted from his abdomen. The shouts of his comrades had stopped, cut short by their screams as the swords of the Orenian men fell upon them. He found himself angry, jealous of their easy death as he lay here in agony at the bottom of a muck-covered pit.

 

"No' much long'r now," the dwarf thought to himself as he heard the sound of men descending a ladder somewhere above his head. And he was right, shortly after the sound stopped he was greeted by the face of a grizzled Imperial Army soldier. The soldier quickly made his way between the dying dwarves and the corpses at the bottom of the pit, delivering quick deathblows to each. The man came to him last... he watched the misericorde as it was quickly slipped beneath the rim of his helmet and into his head, ending him immediately.

[Nationalist 65]

Glorya avenius garenius¬!!1

[Fishy 2709]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHNfvJc99YY

Ave Orenia, Orenia rules the clay!

[Snoop 365]

"Ave Oren!"

[Stephensj 327]

[hey that was me ;(]

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Grogmar snorts, brushing off his blade from the human blood he shed throughout the city with his band as the weaker minded fools died in a pit, only to be avenged by a brave dwarf who killed the executioner for his people "Mi zhed bluud ib dere tempul bullskah." the Rex grunts, handing the head of a Gilles Bretagne to Rusk'Gul the new Wargoth of a new clan of warrior Orcs; Gul. "Su whyll da sharaz wuz buzy laffin bout da dumz dat fell ib da hule, wi slaughdered dere kynd ib dere tempul ab dere ztreetz. Drynk frum diz zkull ab reemembur, wi bi da tru winnurz ub diz bub'hozh klomp. Fir Krug, bruddah." he snorts as the wind whips up, sending sand around the area.

[Burkester 1247]

High Shaman Rusk'Gul, covered in the blood of all the humans they slayed within the city, turns to his Rex with his head turned in question when he hears those within the gate room. "Dey ure appy dat wu kulled ull da umies in da citeh....?" Rusk'Gul shakes his head slightly not understanding as he goes and runs back to their city. He tells his clan, "Id Waz greut victury wu kulled uveryone un da citeh und dey kulled a cuple ob dwerves wid ah trup." The Gul clan join together in a laugh as they headbutt each other.

[Heff 2460]

((gib halflings clay for teaching u wayz of hole digging))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.