implying we haven't all already left to attack other people--go attack FCC or something, shitbird(click to show/hide)
On the eve of Ragnarok, the Warriors of the First Age launch their crusade against the Gobblin oppressors of Calradia. All brave warriors welcomed(click to show/hide)
Thalion awoke with a start, the screams from a terrible nightmare still ringing in his ears. As he became aware of his soundings he heard that despite the late hour, the grounds of Radoghir
were alert with the sounds of men shouting. A few minutes later he had discovered the nature of the disturbance. Over the course of months he had put together a careful network of informants of spies to bring tidings of events throughout the whole of Calradia, now this spiderweb of information was aflame, riders were coming in from every part of the land all breathlessly crying the same message. War. A war to end all wars. The entirety of Calradia was in the process of tearing itself apart. Old alliances crumbled and bones of friendship were broken as all realms plunged into absolute darkness. Ragnarok was come.
With the wisdom bestowed on the elven kind, Thalion new that the rise and fall of nations was merely the way of nature, a great ebb and flow of the tides that swept away men's hopes and lives with total impartiality. It seemed such a tidal wave of destruction was now poised to fall on Calradia. So be it.
"Summon all our Captains of War to the castle! Ready all that can bear arms, kindle the forges, for they shall not grow cold again in this age of the world. The great darkness is upon us and upon the blades of our warriors depends the survival of our people! May a few survive to carry on the noble memory of Beleriand into the new age. Forward and sweep all foes before us in this, Last Alliance, between Elves, Dwarves and Men. Let us do what we can to cleanse the world of Gobblins ere the end, so that if any be left to tell our tale, they shall say that we stood true to the last, in defiance to the shadow, and spent our last strength to plunge cold steel in the wicked heart of the Gobblin King and all knaves who follow him. Forward for wrath and ruin!
And so the ring of hammers and the scraping of weapons on grindstones made an eerie music that played without pause within the grounds of Radogir Castle. All the captains of the WFA were summoned and given detachments of soldiers to be fired like arrows from a great bow, streaking towards the enemy's heart. So it was, that the Last Alliance marched forth from the gates of Radogir, shining host upon shining host only to be lost to sight in the darkening gloom now descending on Calradia.(click to show/hide)
Ragnarok doesn't sound very elvish, or dwarvish, or anything-ish from middle earth.
Don't you mean dagor dagorath?
0/10 poor rp. :D :mrgreen: :P <- anyone else's smiley's broken? QQ
Touché, Jona. I was using the term Ragnarok as i felt more folks would be familiar with. Mayhaps i shall amend this.