Jump to content

Recommended Posts

Edit: Please take this as what it is...a joke. 

 

A cold wind whips through the mountains. Dwarves work tirelessly, wiping sweat from their brows as massive piles of semi-solid water are pounded into spherical moulds...

 

IT BEGINS

 

 

In the wintery hold of Kal'Bogrin, a Dwarven army awaits. The scarves that wrap their neck are caked in frost and ice. Torches illuminate the night, providing the sole source of warmth in this unforgiving climate. A warhorn sounds in the distance...Oren has come.

 

Snogre Commander Havmar Grandaxe commands his men to hold their fire. Arrows whistle past their ears, the flames lick the sides of the stony walls. One by one, the humans file up the snowy mountain. At a word, it is over.

 

"FOOOOIIIIIIREEEE!" screams Havmar

 

A barrage of snow balls rains upon the Oreners. One by one, the humans are struck down from the precarious mountaintops. They fall to their deaths, their bodies cracking on the hard stone below. Arrows and swords pierce the resilient hides of the stout, courageous dwarves, yet they fight on, through blood. Snowballs whip across the barren mountains, the humans succumbing to the far superior forces of the Dwarven army.

 

announce_smowballfight.jpg

 

The Snelven tactics have proven worthy on this day. Caked in blood, the flags of Uruguan raise above the mighty snowfort. Yet the humans push on. Sword after sword falls upon the defenseless dwarves. The mighty pumpkin helmets are not enough to protect the dwarves from the arrows that crack their skulls. The savage and salty humans pile upon the innocent dwarves, blood spraying like mist. There is no mercy in Kal'Bogrin.

 

The Dwarves fight until their last breath. Every Dwarf, in their infinite bravery, stands until their hearts cease to beat. Havmar, with his last breath, throws a single snowball into the face of the armored archers. It probably hurt.

 

pwned.jpg

 

"AVE URGUAN!"

 

Tl;dr: Dwarves win.

 

Edit: Dwarves got killed. Snowballs are not a viable weapon. This may not be true though. More tests needed.

Link to post
Share on other sites

((This is the definition of bad roleplay. Did they actually throw snowballs while wearing pumpkin helmets?

Link to post
Share on other sites

((Quality rp and no abuse of server mechanics)

Link to post
Share on other sites

Fumble grumbles that the beard'uns are stealing their winter snowball war tactics.

Link to post
Share on other sites

((Quality rp and no abuse of server mechanics)

[snowballs are not restricted to lotc...]

 

Fimlin nods "ah moral victoreh indeed."

Link to post
Share on other sites

(( This was actually fun tbh even though I died by my own fire LOL Gg

Link to post
Share on other sites

((Look, you guys literally lost like nothing, so just relax a bit ))

Link to post
Share on other sites

((I threw snowballs at your girl last night))

Link to post
Share on other sites

((people will now be spamming pillage default demanding skirmishes b4 siege and then just move their pixels 10/10 dynamic, quality roleplay lives on

Link to post
Share on other sites

The regiment lays across the battlefield, men creating snow angels in this great fight. Publius sheds a single tear, as he armour falls apart in this storm of snow and ice.

 

"Creator help us! Where are we to run in hide in this vicious attack? They strike at us like the gods they worship!"

Link to post
Share on other sites

((my personal opinion aligns with that of this post https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/124152-feedback-todays-battle-and-the-flaw-in-the-warclaim-system/

 

so we can either change the rules, or continue to get through loopholes...so yes we absolutely need to reevalute our war rules))

Link to post
Share on other sites

Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.
 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...