The Four Shards

[Samson Option 9652]

Walking in the searing desert with nothing but a woven sack slung behind his left shoulder, Gaius approaches the Capital of Sanjezal and brings forth from the sack a shard made of shining diamond.

Tell me... the Undead are truly becoming a foreboding presence in this World... Perhaps we must bring forth what we hold with two other factions to remember that we were people of action in the past and that we must be people of action to this day and onward. Perhaps it is time to join as a united coalition and collaborate with the United Aegis Coalition? They may ask, why not all become one together...

Withdraws the diamond shard back into the woven sack and with his forefinger and thumb pulls a single arrow from his quiver. With the arrow now in both of his hands, he holds it forward with slight elevation and applies pressure until it breaks.

This is what happens if we are to be thrown into a melting pot to become one single entity. Instead, this Coalition should stay separate in identity and even recognize themselves as subdivisions of Orcish, Black Axe, Elven, and Teutonic Order fellows...

Widening the gap of his forefinger and thumb to fit around a bundle of ten arrows, he pulls them out from his quiver. Once again holding them together in both of his hands, he holds them forward and applies pressure and with tenseness shows how the arrows do not break.

Perhaps we shall begin preparations?

(Brownie Points if you know where I got that from ;) )

[firespirit44 1323]

((Old saying, something about you can easily break a single arrow but not a bunch of em. Somewhere in Sun Tzu?))

[Blawharag 277]

*grunts* Bah. Me wyl joyn lat fur da rezpekt me hav fur lat. Nub bekuz me need latz helb. Me wunt tu klomp dem nubded mal ed hurtz. Nub moar skahun rownd. Juzd nub blah me tu helb da Shara. Dem kan rot en dat goi uv derz fur ull me kayr.

Juzd su lat gruk, iv aniash elz azked Blawharag tu joyn dem, me wuld blah dem tu gu skah demzelvz. Juzd su lat gruk.

[Ned Lud 1260]

((Aesop's Fables, yeah? I remember one of these stories about an old man and his sons.))

Uzggoth Lud'Gorkil snorts derisively, drawing out ten of his own arrows, goblin-made and smeared in coagulated blood. With a grunt and a nod, he attempts to snap the bundle heavy-handedly, using sheer brute force. He fails miserably, cursing his quivering forearms and biceps in frustration. Struggling to save face, he snaps them one by one, tossing the broken shafts into the sand with the absent-minded grin of a victorious child.

Ugkay, me get latz point. Me could have broke all dem sticks easy, like chicken neck, but me was simply reinforcing da lesson. If Warlord command it, me will klomp longside dese shard-bearers. Dey has proven demselves in battle many time and me tink der maybe someting to dese prophecies of da world's end. Beside, if da uruk flat everyone dey damn selves, who we fight den?

[Danny 2232]

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