An Empty Field

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

The Gashbluuds, mighty warband of the Uzg, charge side by side with man and elf alike in the freezing plains of Fenn. The air splits with their shouts, the ground trembles as the army crashes forward like an tumultuous wave over shore. On and on they charge, to nothing. Soon, the roaring army stands still, looking around at the bleak, frozen grasslands surrounding them. The Fennlands, proud plains of the Snow Elves, are left defenseless, not even their bravest warriors show. It is a victory, one too easily earned.

 

Blood demands to be spilt. Those who cheat death will discover that they have only taken a shortcut to find it. The plains, though pure now, will be made crimson. The Gashbluuds will come.

[Cpt_Noobman 1954]

((The field wasn't empty 
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[Samoblivion 532]

Lukra halts over the abandoned snelf banners, sniffing the ground. She nods and stands.

"Albai urine, ztowt tu. Dey pizzed demzelvez!"

[CheekyNolan 5420]

"Cravens!" A young Squire of Oren would scream, dark green orbs scanning over the empty landscape before him bar some half-naked dorfs.

[jamyei 45]

Kwixzil would laugh, obviously finding this whole situation hilarious, "CUWARDZ! HURR HURR! GU BUCK TU DUIN WUB LATZ DU BUZT! FLATTING!" And with that, he would turn back to his cave counting his treasures.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Seeing no snow elves on the battlefield, Artimec simply shot a nearby rabbit and named it 'Aelthir', proceeding to skin said rabbit and feed it to his hounds.

[the 1 bow 1112]

The Rex wanders the empty battlefield, his mighty Krughai flanking him. Their weapons are absent blood. 

 

"Da Znow Albaiz were alweyz dizhonorable skahz, bud da Ztowtz. Ah rezpekted dem. Ah zpared dem. Agh diz iz da honour dey zhow in return. Dey have grown zoft, durin dere tik wid da Znow Albaiz. Ztowtz ob awld wid nub hide behind dere wallz, dey wood meet uz on da field. Id zeemz, Andy Tundrak haz god da Grand King skah'n dogz tuu. Fohr zhame"

 

[Catarrh 720]

Malog stops at the river with the rest of the charging forces, looking about in a rage only to find himself cleaving through thin air where flesh should be. He straightens himself up, and leans on his axe, panting as his dissatisfied bloodlust settles. He turns to look back at his band of Yars all painted in the black and white warpaint of their clan; besides himself, Durah, Tarroh, Vorgo and Xug. He sees their weapons clean as well. He shrugs to them, and they to him. Later at the goi, he gathers those Yars who answered his call together, "Da klomp wuz... nub a klomp ad awl, but lat anzur'd mi kawl. Fur dat, lat awl hab da rezpekt ob latz Wargoth. Yar wud hab biin prowdur iv wi gawt tu flat zumazh, but wi ztill zhuw'd ub tu reprezent hiz naym. Fur dat, hiz zpirut ez honur'd bai owr willunnezz tu klomp fur him agh fur Krug. Kjaftur'Yaru, bruddahz." He certainly doesn't sound as enthused as he utters the Yar battle shout this time, but all the same, he offers each of them a headbutt before retiring to his tent with Durah.

[Silent™ 552]

Sylen sat in his comfy armchair in his house that towered above everything in the Princedom. He drank from his mug of hot tea, then sat it down upon a small table. He picked up a small plate with some cookies and took a few bites from one of the tasty treats, then put the plate back on the table. Once again he picked up his mug of tea, and then stood up from his comfy armchair and strolled over to his spyglass in front of his window. He hunched himself over slightly, lowering his eye to the lens, and peering out at the rolling fields to the North-West of Tar'sil. He saw the large mass of Oren and Orcs moving across the plains, waving banners and banging on drums.

 

He stood up straight, and moved back to his armchair, sipping from his mug of tea. He sits down again, thinking of how upon seeing the enemy numbers, it was a better decision to not waste the lives of Dwarves and Snow Elves, but instead to conserve equipment and morale for the battles that matter. He picked up another cookie from his plate and took a bit into the crunchy goodness, thinking about other matters.

[Skippy 2466]

Lukra halts over the abandoned snelf banners, sniffing the ground. She nods and stands.

"Albai urine, ztowt tu. Dey pizzed demzelvez!"

"How does one piss themselves if they weren't there you degenerate?" says the cactus back at the iron uzg

[Pureimp10 5691]

Lukra halts over the abandoned snelf banners, sniffing the ground. She nods and stands.

"Albai urine, ztowt tu. Dey pizzed demzelvez!"

"How does one piss themselves if they weren't there you degenerate?" says the cactus back at the iron uzg

"If a dwarf pisses his pants, but no Orenian soldier is around to see it, did he really piss his pants?" asks Boris.

[Elad™ 560]

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