Legends of c-RPG

[Tomas_of_Miles]

There was once a dread knight clad all in blackest armour, tougher than any ordinary steel. He rode a horse all covered in fearsome plate as himself, and carried a great lance that struck fear into the heart of those who beheld it. They say his horse was bred in Hell, that the merest touch of his lance was enough to kill any man. Many brave soldiers and innocent peasants alike were mown down by the iron hooves of his steed, or impaled upon his lance. They called this legend the Finn. It is known.

[Christo]

You forgot how his steed had the ability to always patrol castle walls.

ALWAYS.

[Teeth]

There was once a dread knight clad all in blackest armour, tougher than any ordinary steel. He rode a horse all covered in fearsome plate as himself, and carried a great lance that struck fear into the heart of those who beheld it. They say his horse was bred in Hell, that the merest touch of his lance was enough to kill any man. Many brave soldiers and innocent peasants alike were mown down by the iron hooves of his steed, or impaled upon his lance. They called this legend the Finn. It is known.

Pretty sure he used a Heavy Lance. He always just did laps around the buildings caused the teams always sort off camped close to eachother. No teambumps back then.

[LordBerenger]

If i remember correct he used Heavy Lance Right? And also some shield if i'm not mistaken and also a poleaxe whilst on foot if i remember it right.

[Tomas_of_Miles]

I'll try to save myself by pointing out a great lance isn't a Great Lance...

 

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[Count_RisArch]

There was once a dread knight clad all in blackest armour, tougher than any ordinary steel. He rode a horse all covered in fearsome plate as himself, and carried a great lance that struck fear into the heart of those who beheld it. They say his horse was bred in Hell, that the merest touch of his lance was enough to kill any man. Many brave soldiers and innocent peasants alike were mown down by the iron hooves of his steed, or impaled upon his lance. They called this legend the Finn. It is known.

Oh the Finn, what happy, grindy times they were. I remember his one man army K/D's...

I also remember when he quit. About 2 days after upkeep killed quite possibly the most hilarious poster child for crutch setup characters. And people really liked cRPG more back then?

[Leshma]

And people really liked cRPG more back then?

I liked it then, I like it now, I would like it even if we go back to old crutch friendly cRPG. As long it's official.

Neither version of cRPG is perfect and honestly, I can't say that current is better than pre-upkeep cRPG, when it comes to pure fun factor.

[Osiris]

pure fun factor of crpg depends on when you joined

the learning stage and the point where your just getting good is infinatly more fun then the stage where you run around killing everyone

I love the old crpg with looney toons and boulder on a stick etc etc maybe becuase just before upkeep i had JUST managed to finally afford a cata horse trans armour a lance and bec etc (bec was fucking awesome with blunt knockdown) stuff was just more crazy ^^  crushthrough barmaces and morningstars op becs and archers with sniper rifle aim but it was just more fun

[LordBerenger]

Yeah. Lots of QQ about stuff being OP. But truth is. Almost everything were ''OP'' so it kinda balanced eachother out.


But yeah. MUCH MORE FUN BACK THEN!

[Olwen]

guys, you're all noobs ... crpg is a game about dramas, without dramas crpg is dead

[Osiris]

and people used to care about olwen back in the day ^^

[Olwen]

you're the only one left ;) want a hug ?

[Vrael]

Ivani4?

There was once a man who's horse alone got more kills than the rest of the team combined on some days.

TheFinn?

[Tomas_of_Miles]

and people used to care about olwen back in the day ^^

He's a hero.

[WITCHCRAFT]

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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.

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