Legends of c-RPG

[TheFocusedOne]

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They say the mask came from the far lands. Past the elk herders, past the barren white wastes. In a yurt whose pole held the night sky itself aloft. It was not forged, but struck from cold iron that had never seen a flame. It carried a weight beyond its seeming size.

Passed from hand to hand, it trickled south. Eventually a warrior of Calradia found the war mask. Odd, the face of it. Not fearsome, like others he had seen. It was more fearful, impossibly twisted in agony. Still, for the price he paid the thing must surely offer some protection in battle...?

The second it fell upon his head, the warrior was under its spell. His arms moved against his will, slaying friend and foe alike. Weeping blood from the eye-sockets of the mask, the warrior cleaved one hundred and nineteen men into pieces, his blade whistling through the air faster than an arrow.

After the last body fell, he continued his unearthly blade dance. A trumpet from the heavens blared, and the warrior fell among his victims with no wound to be seen on his person.

[playername] was banned for 4d. Reason: Teamwounding

10/10

Would read again.

[Olwen]

He's a hero.

well said buddy

[Tomas_of_Miles]

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They say the mask came from the far lands. Past the elk herders, past the barren white wastes. In a yurt whose pole held the night sky itself aloft. It was not forged, but struck from cold iron that had never seen a flame. It carried a weight beyond its seeming size.

Passed from hand to hand, it trickled south. Eventually a warrior of Calradia found the war mask. Odd, the face of it. Not fearsome, like others he had seen. It was more fearful, impossibly twisted in agony. Still, for the price he paid the thing must surely offer some protection in battle...?

The second it fell upon his head, the warrior was under its spell. His arms moved against his will, slaying friend and foe alike. Weeping blood from the eye-sockets of the mask, the warrior cleaved one hundred and nineteen men into pieces, his blade whistling through the air faster than an arrow.

After the last body fell, he continued his unearthly blade dance. A trumpet from the heavens blared, and the warrior fell among his victims with no wound to be seen on his person.

[playername] was banned for 4d. Reason: Teamwounding

Would read again.

[Tomas_of_Miles]

An army is not just made of fighting men... many people are necessary to keep an army going. One such arm of a fighting force is the suppliers of food. There was a legendary group of men from the east who doled out meat to the army. Now this meat was actually pretty rough, most people couldn't identify it... it could have been man flesh for all we know!

But upon the battlefield these balding middle-aged men in their dirty aprons all came at the enemy with mighty skewers covered in lethal grease, and proceeded to rain a volley of them upon the shocked troops. All the while they were maniacally headbanging in the air together, as if it were some kind of ritual of death dealing.

The kebabci men to this day phased out of military history, some say they have moved on to other occupations in Calradia. Hopefully it isn't making kebab...