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The recently incumbent High Prophet sits happily from the Dwarven Propaganda office as Sairiants, Uruks, Dwarves and Alrasians pour back into the city covered in the blood of their enemies.

"Breaking news! Massive victory on the front, despite sky god blessed weapons of the devious two headed beast and her dark and evil minions, Krughanistan forces prevailed!

In other news the construct of Dwarven beauty over the last week, the HEP, has almost been completed! This yet again proves our favour in the light of the omni-benevolent Yemekar!

This made Orenians very sad, as a result the new water source is now made of 6% Orenian and High Elf tears!"

The High Prophet, after publishing the document, takes a sip of the new Igor's Ale flavour, 'pure adolescent rage.'

 

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"Ave Urguan! Vicoteh tu dah Bloc! For Industry!"

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Was it not the objective of the Lord's Council to end hostilities with the Ruskans? Furthermore was it not one of the reasons the Lord's removed Vorstag Grandaxe, they said he was the reason for this war with the Carrions? To finish, isn't it the treaty that Vorstag made, the treaty the Dwarfs leech off, and yet they betrayed him for false crimes.

 

Odd, eh?

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Agnar Ireheart looks at his axe and sword seeing blood on it smiling looking at the Oreners

"ARUU ARUU!."

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"FER URGUAN."

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Charles looks over the newspaper on his desk.

 

"Huzzah, I suppose.."

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Thersist had approached the field with the First Company, immediately spotting a wave of undead beasts emerging from the air itself. Before he'd even had chance to address his men, the stouts began to fire projectiles of pure fire unto the city. Eyebrow raising, he turned to the Cohort and flatly stated, "Nah. We're no' doin' this piss. 'Skygods' field both demon an' bows o' pure flame to aid their efforts. We'll fight another time an' another day when more o' the Cohort is abou' an' the levies can be raised."
 

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The recently incumbent High Prophet sits happily from the Dwarven Propaganda office as Sairiants, Uruks, Dwarves and Alrasian pour back into the city covered in the blood of their enemies.

"Breaking news! Massive victory on the front, despite sky god blessed weapons of the devious two headed beast and her dark and evil minions, Krughanistan forces prevailed!

In other news the construct of Dwarven beauty over the last week, the HEP, has almost been complete! This yet again proves our favour in the light of the omni-benevolent Yemekar!

This made Orenians very sad, as a result the new water source is now made of 6% Orenian and High Elf tears!"

The High Prophet, after getting the publication, takes a sit of the new Igor's Ale flavour, 'pure adolescent rage.'"

 

 

((Would be very courteous if you could write correctly to fit the theme of the server, much obliged! Although if you have pointed out that you are writing propaganda, I reckon this is fine.))

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(( Dark Elf tears, Gaius. Dark Elf tears. Don't play the snark. ))

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Rocco laughs as 'Flays' killed the entirety of the Dwarven military already twice today, funny that.

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Returning from the raid at Vekaro, Wulfgar nods his head as he finishes wiping the blood from off of the blade of his war axe. 

 

"'ow maneh mur' ov t'ese bludeh raids mus' weh foight back befur' t'is war ends?"

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   After celebrating with a drink in Alras, Malog returns to his cave, "Da zpirutz wur wif uz. Prayz Orgon, fur hi haz kurz'd owr enemehz wif faylur diz dey!"

  

   Translation: "The spirits were with us. Praise Orgon, for he has cursed our enemies with failure this day!"

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"Do ya t'ink some o' t'ose tears could beh imported in?" Kwint asks.

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Cleans some blood off his axe using some ale and coffee, "W'en will dis war end? Ah'm tired of cleanin mine axe evereh day! Ah am callin dis war de Daileh War! We fioght evereh day!"

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