TugBOAT stood from his oak throne, covered in furs of the beasts he had hunted that winter before as he approached the bird. He wore nothing but the pale moonlight that shone through the window of his cottage, his masculine frame covered in the scars of many a hard fought battle.
Your roleplay sucks. You contradicted yourself. Tugboat, more like Chugchoad.
HA!
Joe sat at the bar of a tavern inside the Jelbegi Castle. The other patrons, mostly soldiers bearing the heraldry of the FCC, avoided sitting near him. He was drunk, and in a dark mood. The Free Companies had lost every single one of their villages to an unholy alliance of Italians and homosexuals. Soon, these cruel invaders would begin attacking castles and cities. Cavalry was useless in castles and cities.
He was useless--powerless to stop the onslaught.
He swallowed the rest of his of Miller High Life. He threw the can over his shoulder, then reached into the dark, cardboard cavern of the half-empty thirty-pack on the counter and pulled out another beer.
The bartender, a fine Destrier, approached with some caution, a confused look on his dumb horse face. "My lord," he offered, "we have beer on tap if you'd like. We have lots of beer--you don't need to keep bringing your own."
Joe dribbled a mouthful of beer onto the counter. "Shut up."
"I-"
"Jesus, you don't even have hands. What the fuck are you doing back there?"
"You had the last bartender replaced, sir. Said you were more comfortable speaking with horses."
"Right you are." Joe sipped his beer, then turned in his seat and threw the can across the room. It exploded against a distant wall. He pulled a fresh one out of the box in front of him.
"Sir," the horse persisted, "Do you want to try one of our seasonal brews?"
Joe looked at the horse, silent. He drank from his can. The horse opened it's mouth to speak but Joe, still drinking, raised a finger. He drank at a slow, steady pace, his eyes locked on the horse's, until the can was empty, which took about five minutes. "Bartender," he declared, "This is the Champagne of Beers. The best brew in the world."
The animal didn't seem convinced, but nodded. "Right. Well, I guess you couldn't find a brew like it elsewhere. You could drink from one side of town to the other--do the whole village--and not find a thing like it..."
Joe wasn't listening. A voice echoed in his head, over and over. The whole village, the whole village, the whole village. He'd heard those words before, years ago...
In Vietnam.
Joe had been a rifleman--just another pair of boots. His platoon had been tasked with defending a little cluster of villages. A foolish assignment. He set up inside a hooch and waited. They sat there for hours, then days, waiting for the enemy was sure to come.
Then, one moonless night, the world reverberated with the crack of rifles and the screams of the dying. From his little house, Joe watched slivers of tracer fire stich themselves through the fabric of the night. Bullets hissed and cracked at super-sonic speeds around him, tearing through the dry lumber of the building he was in. After a few minutes the thing was ablaze, and Joe had to move--all this without firing a shot. He could only watch and run, helplessly, from fighting position to fighting position as they all were overrun by VC.
He got to his PL, in the heart of the surviving hamlet. The RTO was shouting grid coordinates into his handset. The PL looked at Joe, and at the wounded and dying around them all. He said to Joe, "Just run. We're dropping arty on us. We're gonna do the whole village if it means keeping it out of Charlie's hands."
Joe had ran, then.
A burst of clapping and laughter roused Joe from his flashback. He looked around the crowded tavern, which had broken into sudden applause. He was confused, some part of him still running through the dark jungles of south east Asia.
Joe grabbed at a passerby. "What the fuck's going on, sergeant?"
"Uh." The man swallowed, his eyes clearly recognizing Joe. "HoC is back apparently." The man shrugged. "Messenger came in and said so." He shrugged again, uncertain.
"Don't shrug at me boy, I was in the 'Nam."
"W-what?"
Joe stood, then peed himself. "I said," his voice rising, "VIETNAM!" He shoved past the man, cans of the Champagne of Beers clenched in each fist. He could hear the sound of gunfire and the scream of falling helicopters. Somebody--probably VC--stepped into his path.
Joe barked, then bit the man's face. He went down, hard, giving Joe room to leap out of the tavern and into the cool night air. He removed the rest of his clothing--finally free--and leapt onto the back of a passing horse. "TAKE ME TO CAMBODIA! WE NEED TO GET OUT!" he shouted. The animal leapt to his bidding, galloping towards the open castle gate and the safety of any place but there.
As the Noble Radsvid sat there cleaning the blood, yet again, off his armor, A young Edain rider (formerly from Dor-Lomen) bearing a letter. he handed the letter to Radsvid, the greedy coin keeping dwarf ripped it open, read it hastily, and then again more thoroughly. His eyes went wide in apprehension. Radsvid tossed a coin to the lad (a custom frequently observed by only the mercantile Dwarves), sending him on his way. The dwarf then began to sprint (as all dwarves are natural sprinters) up the stairs of a near by spire in which Finnian, head of the Noldorin house of Tiercel, now resided. The winded dwarf soon burst through the doors open into a dark and quiet room on the top of a tower. As Finnian received the letter and reviewed it's contents under a small yet ornate candelabrum his brow furrowed. "This information may be of interest to our friend Thalion. Send our swiftest scout, Alethriel perhaps, to bring him these tidings and beckon for him to return from his expedition for his counsel is sorely missed" the elf said and then returned to studying a battered scroll depicting various emblems of the great houses of the elves and men of Beleriand.
Didn't know dwarves were so bad at the grammar. :lol:
Didn't know dwarves were so bad at the grammar. :lol:
For the record, placing "the" in front of "grammar" as a definite article that applies itself to refer to a specific or particular noun, which in this case, "grammar" is not a specific or particular noun for you are referring to the general English langauge as a whole, not an imparticular part of it nor a specific part of it.#gottem coach. This dwarf is clearly ready to play.
For the record, placing "the" in front of "grammar" as a definite article that applies itself to refer to a specific or particular noun, which in this case, "grammar" is not a specific or particular noun for you are referring to the general Englishlangaugelanguage as a whole, not an imparticular part of it nor a specific part of it.
We will fight against competence. We will stand united as one behind Bonesaw the Fool. We will strike in the night with the force of a soggy noodle. We are the incompetent fodder envisioned in your dreams. We will stand passively in our shield wall till hell freezes over. For we are the Horde of Children!
One should really only be concerned if Soturin gave the castle back... Oh Sheeut.
Who gives a fuck
Why do you have hard feelings towards HoC?because any fief previously owned by VE, remains their property until the next strat starts, duh
#FCC vassals in disguise
Why do you have hard feelings towards HoC?
Can u wok with the Chinese clan?
Fixed that for you, brother :D
"waahhhh I'm quitting!"
"waahhh I'm back!"
When I began, I noticed a few banners and the groups they were associated with. Loved the custom banners and the differences in the gear and play styles.
NH - Great Shield wall, Lots of members, Worked together, tactful brawlers with big scary axes
Astralis - Not alot of members, solo heroes in pub, scary to fight one v one.
Hospitaller - Lots of archers and cavalry, worked together in groups
HoC - Lots of members, Worked together, Brawlers not tacticians, still scary in force. Lot's of pokey spears.
Occitan - Lots of members, Worked together, Tactful and scary ammounts of cavalry
FCC - Lots of members, Brawlers, Lots of solo heroes with big two handed weapons
CHAOS - Few members, teamwork, lots of heroes through teamwork, San's Pick of destiny
LLJK - Assholes, brawlers, scary in number, nerds
KUTT - Lots of members, great teamwork, scary in general, lot's of plated up people with big pole arms
Remnant - Lots of members of all classes. Solo heroes. Scary.
Thought we had lost NH at one point when they were transitioning into Raven. Saddened, then relieved.
LLJK was faded away. Joyed that the faction died, saddened the players quit cRPG.
KUTT exploded when they lost in strat. Was worried for a while. Many different routes taken by the members. Most remain.
Thought we lost HoC when they were... dead/dying/internally-combusting? Saddened. Liked having more than one shield wall clan to fight against instead of only NH. Wanted to recruit Bernie and a few others who were factionless for a while. Good to hear you are bringing back the band.
Hopefully we will have more people out there again
When I began, I noticed a few banners and the groups they were associated with. Loved the custom banners and the differences in the gear and play styles.
NH - Great Shield wall, Lots of members, Worked together, tactful brawlers with big scary axes
Astralis - Not alot of members, solo heroes in pub, scary to fight one v one.
Hospitaller - Lots of archers and cavalry, worked together in groups
HoC - Lots of members, Worked together, Brawlers not tacticians, still scary in force. Lot's of pokey spears.
Occitan - Lots of members, Worked together, Tactful and scary ammounts of cavalry
FCC - Lots of members, Brawlers, Lots of solo heroes with big two handed weapons
CHAOS - Few members, teamwork, lots of heroes through teamwork, San's Pick of destiny
LLJK - Assholes, brawlers, scary in number, nerds
KUTT - Lots of members, great teamwork, scary in general, lot's of plated up people with big pole arms
Remnant - Lots of members of all classes. Solo heroes. Scary.
Thought we had lost NH at one point when they were transitioning into Raven. Saddened, then relieved.
LLJK was faded away. Joyed that the faction died, saddened the players quit cRPG.
KUTT exploded when they lost in strat. Was worried for a while. Many different routes taken by the members. Most remain.
Thought we lost HoC when they were... dead/dying/internally-combusting? Saddened. Liked having more than one shield wall clan to fight against instead of only NH. Wanted to recruit Bernie and a few others who were factionless for a while. Good to hear you are bringing back the band.
Hopefully we will have more people out there again
TKoV: ?... ouch. Concious Occi burn IMO. Actually though, i'm just sad.
TKoV: ?... ouch. Concious Occi burn IMO. Actually though, i'm just sad.
Frisia wasn't around till after Chevalier started up. We started as The Hoplites. A bunch of silent shield wallers with spears trying to survive in a two hand world
Dread, You like penis.
TKoV: ?... ouch. Concious Occi burn IMO. Actually though, i'm just sad.
Maybe just an oversight... nice though to see someone who cares for the community at large and would rather see crpg stay alive than want all his "enemy" clans exterminated.
TKoV - Lots of members, all classes but archer, solo heroes. Hobb Habb cav
gf goat
gf goat
Maybe just an oversight... nice though to see someone who cares for the community at large and would rather see crpg stay alive than want all his "enemy" clans exterminated.
Some men just want to watch the world burn.
Its prettier that way.
Was going to +1but then I noticed you had 420 reknown. No one change this!
Hobb also has 420 posts. He should really just stop posting to save 420 renown and posts.