Mutts Lost in the Woods

[Kaelan 1918]

Mutts Lost in the Woods

13th of the First Seed, 1738

A group of Irrinites watching as the Orenian mutts abandon their fallen comrades, leaving them to die.

 

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Shouts and calls to rally could be heard echoing throughout the Forest Realm of Irrinor. The thundering marches of the Orenian dogs could be heard nearing the city as more and more men assembled in the square to meet them. 

 

There were shouts of confusion from those Orenian mutts as they circled the city, clawing at the walls and attempting to snake their way in. However, it proved to be a fruitless endeavour as they could find no way into the city.

 

With the Irrinites and their allies assembled the steel gates would rise and the force would begin to march out from the city to meet the would-be invaders. Caught off guard by the sudden offensive by the dwellers of the Irrinite forests those *****-sons would begin to turn on their heels and run away with their tails between their legs. The dogs had found themselves lost in the forest and they would not be escaping

 

Screams and confused shouting could be heard echoing throughout the otherwise silent forest as the Orenians were cut down one by one. Their attempts to scramble out of the forest cut short as they were run down and slaughtered one by one. Orenians littered the road into the Forest Realm. Crimson lifeblood covered the blades of the Mali that stepped over the dying Valah who whimpered and begged for mercy as the Irrinites continued their charge after the cowards of Oren.

 

The mutts that had dared to enter the forest had been put down.

[Mister_Gavin 567]

War claim when?

[ReveredOwl 5639]

“Almost as if you think a small skirmish is enough to stop your forest from burning down.” said Farley

[Demotheus 651]

4 minutes ago, ReveredOwl said:

“Almost as if you think a small skirmish is enough to stop your forest from burning down.” said Farley

A rather confused peasant standing next to this ‘Farley’ individual stared at Farley with a look of apprehension and a little bit of concern as Farley appeared to have some mental illness owed to the fact that they had randomly blurted some insane nonsense in the middle of the street. Perhaps the peasant had missed a key piece of information and so they glanced around in search of a poster or some other thing or person that might have served as the source from which Farley had made his statements in response to. This peasant found nothing of the sort and so they decided it’d be best to take a few steps away from Farley and then paused for a moment for some contemplation before taking a few steps further. “What in Iblees’ arse are you goin’ on about? You talkin’ to th’ voices in you’s head or some’n!? Agh, slag it!” The Peasant chastised the poor, deranged man.

 

The Peasant cranked his head to and fro’ and called out loudly as he started to walk away from Farley. “Ho! Ho! Guards! Any guards ‘round here!? We gots another head case over here! Damn it all! Bastahd’s never ‘round when they needed. . .” With that the Peasant sought with haste to make as much distance between himself and the perceived ‘head case’ called ‘Farley’ in the off – or perhaps very likely – chance that the voices in Farley’s head started telling him to drink his blood and gorge himself on the Peasant’s entrails. 

[frill 2277]

29 minutes ago, Demotheus said:

A rather confused peasant standing next to this ‘Farley’ individual stared at Farley with a look of apprehension and a little bit of concern as Farley appeared to have some mental illness owed to the fact that they had randomly blurted some insane nonsense in the middle of the street. Perhaps the peasant had missed a key piece of information and so they glanced around in search of a poster or some other thing or person that might have served as the source from which Farley had made his statements in response to. This peasant found nothing of the sort and so they decided it’d be best to take a few steps away from Farley and then paused for a moment for some contemplation before taking a few steps further. “What in Iblees’ arse are you goin’ on about? You talkin’ to th’ voices in you’s head or some’n!? Agh, slag it!” The Peasant chastised the poor, deranged man.

 

The Peasant cranked his head to and fro’ and called out loudly as he started to walk away from Farley. “Ho! Ho! Guards! Any guards ‘round here!? We gots another head case over here! Damn it all! Bastahd’s never ‘round when they needed. . .” With that the Peasant sought with haste to make as much distance between himself and the perceived ‘head case’ called ‘Farley’ in the off – or perhaps very likely – chance that the voices in Farley’s head started telling him to drink his blood and gorge himself on the Peasant’s entrails. 

 

he was talking to me actually says al baden

[ReveredOwl 5639]

51 minutes ago, frill said:

 

he was talking to me actually says al baden

“What is he going on about, the peasant is clearly deranged and should stay out of other peoples conversations!” said templar soldier, Farley to his friend Al Baden who he was having a conversation too about Irrinor’s fate.

[Demotheus 651]

2 minutes ago, ReveredOwl said:

“What is he going on about, the peasant is clearly deranged and should stay out of other peoples conversations!” said templar soldier, Farley to his friend Al Baden who he was having a conversation too about Irrinor’s fate.

Somewhere in Irrinor some random Elf’s ears twitched and perked as he somehow managed to hear a conversation leagues away from his own location. “Hmm...strange...I thought we had killed all of those mutts, yet I can hear a couple of them talking about something which they, in all likelihood, shouldn’t really have much knowledge, – if any – about. No matter! These Valah possess a monumental amount of hypocrisy, don’t they? If I recall correctly, they raided some Elven settlement at a particularly inactive hour and caught it’s inhabitants by surprise, yet found such a small victory sufficient enough to vigorously stroke their massive, grotesque, throbbing egos over it.” 

The Elf then laughed in a long, drawn out pompous way that sounded a lot like “AAAAAWWWWNGHONHONHONHOOOON!” which drew the attention of an Elven guard who shouted and drew his sword. “I thought I told you to stay out of here you crazy bastard!” 

The deranged elf squealed in fear and sprinted off, deep into the dark Forests of Irrinor but not before tripping over several human corpses in the process. 

[frill 2277]

2 hours ago, ReveredOwl said:

“What is he going on about, the peasant is clearly deranged and should stay out of other peoples conversations!” said templar soldier, Farley to his friend Al Baden who he was having a conversation too about Irrinor’s fate.

 

dunno says al, making a face like somebody trying to solve a really hard jigsaw puzzle.

[ApplePieKathy 561]

“F*** Oren.” Spoke a mali’ker

[Demotheus 651]

2 hours ago, PapiZapii said:

“F*** Oren.” Spoke a mali’ker

Another random Mali’ker was passing by as the other Mali’ker said his vulgarity directed towards the nation of Oren. He paused for a moment, wondering why he would say such a thing out of the blue in the middle of who knows where they were. Then he remembered they were at war with them, as well as Oren just sucks in general. The Mali’ker grinned to the other Mali’ker and nodded. “Yeah, **** Oren! The **** is ‘messy medieval’ anyway? Just looks like they can’t pave a road to save their lives and use the streets as a latrine!” The Mali’ker laughed a mirthful laugh and carried on with his day, throughout which every so often he would mutter, “Heh, **** Oren, ahaha, yisssss” and chuckle to himself every time.

 

OOC: Disclaimer: I have nothing against messy medieval. Tis but a jest!

[Icarnus 1669]

((remove your lewd profile picture before you posture with pvp posts IM SICK