CHAOS at war!

[Boss_Awesome]

“Stupid bastards.”  Boss Awesome said with a smirk as he watched the approaching armies from the Ramparts of Tibault Castle.  Off on the horizon he could make out green and grey banners swirling in the wind and the almost inaudible music of pipes and drums graced his ears with a haunting beauty.  “They’re fucking celebrating.”   He turned his head at the sound of clawed feet clicking up from behind. 
    “Mortemer!”  Boss Awesome, said with the authority only found in a seasoned battle commander.  “Get the skull, Mortemer!”  The small, white and brown Corgi rushed off and grabbed a hollowed out skull from a nearby crate, returning and dropping it at his master’s feet.  “Good boy, Mortemer!”  He crooned.  “Now, get my rum!”  Mortemer soon returned, dragging a nearly full bottle of fine rum.   Boss Awesome snatched up the rum and filled the skull to the brim.  “Good boy!”  He said, after taking a long swig.  Mortemer adroitly hopped up onto the parapet and stared at the approaching armies with a low growl. 
   “I know, boy.”  Boss Awesome said with a tired sigh.  “There sure are a lot of them.”  Mortemer barked angrily.  “No, no.  We’re not in any danger.  We have enough arrows to kill every man, woman, and child in Caladria ten times over.”  Mortemer gave another low growl.  “The real problem will be getting rid of the bodies before we all end up with the damned plague or something.”

[Ethgar]

“Stupid bastards.”  Boss Awesome said with a smirk as he watched the approaching armies from the Ramparts of Tibault Castle.  Off on the horizon he could make out green and grey banners swirling in the wind and the almost inaudible music of pipes and drums graced his ears with a haunting beauty.  “They’re fucking celebrating.”   He turned his head at the sound of clawed feet clicking up from behind. 
    “Mortemer!”  Boss Awesome, said with the authority only found in a seasoned battle commander.  “Get the skull, Mortemer!”  The small, white and brown Corgi rushed off and grabbed a hollowed out skull from a nearby crate, returning and dropping it at his master’s feet.  “Good boy, Mortemer!”  He crooned.  “Now, get my rum!”  Mortemer soon returned, dragging a nearly full bottle of fine rum.   Boss Awesome snatched up the rum and filled the skull to the brim.  “Good boy!”  He said, after taking a long swig.  Mortemer adroitly hopped up onto the parapet and stared at the approaching armies with a low growl. 
   “I know, boy.”  Boss Awesome said with a tired sigh.  “There sure are a lot of them.”  Mortemer barked angrily.  “No, no.  We’re not in any danger.  We have enough arrows to kill every man, woman, and child in Caladria ten times over.”  Mortemer gave another low growl.  “The real problem will be getting rid of the bodies before we all end up with the damned plague or something.”

Lol,   

Very well thought of.   

[Torben]

mortemer evaluating the things to come:

visitors can't see pics , please register or login

[Uumdi]

Finally purged of caffeine, Uumdi sat in meditation to confront his undying anxiety.  Many hours of fleeting thought and passing frivolity went by, until he subtly began rocking forward in his posture.  His internal visage lie sad and shaking, with puffy red eyes and melancholic stubble.  An upright, yet fuzzy figure strongly lifted Uumdi's upper body to a barely-sitting posture and scribed words into a book before his very tired eyes.

Do you not see that you are in the jaws of death?  There is no time for sleep.

With such apocalyptic perception, Uumdi's body tensed and snapped back to physicality.

"Do I jump for joy, or break down and weep?"  Such objectivity cut down to the bone, but at least the path was clear.  "I never found love.  The life which I somehow attained has been spent in vain."  Reflecting a moment more, visions of the poor still in poverty, the frightened masses are still terrified.  Respects were never given to the gifts he received; the friends he met, the teachings he accepted, and the very people who sustained his existence and happiness.

As these images faded, the book appeared in his mind once more.  "Miseries, depressions, various fears, and impediments to their desires befall those who do evil.  Wherever the heart's desire of those who perform virtue goes, there its own merits honor it with an offering of its results. But wherever the desire for happiness of the evil-doers goes, there vices destroy it with weapons of sufferings."

Sloth and apathy have been his greatest sin.  It was time to dismount the beast of war and regain focus.  It was time to draw the alchemical symbol once more, and dust off his father's longbow and fight with his brothers against the only tangible evil he knew.  When hell rains fire, it would be returned with divine force.

(click to show/hide)

Quotes and paraphrasings from the Bodhicaryavatara

[Malaclypse]

Where did Gleimary even get these +3 Deli Caps and +2 stones man, awesome.

[Tears of Destiny]

Where did Gleimary even get these +3 Deli Caps and +2 stones man, awesome.

You mean Pumpkin hats, and it was from a Trick-or-Treat heist that went horribly wrong so we received rocks instead of candy.

[Blackzilla]

Chaos has my sword, and  my army to help cleanse NA of the Coalition, now that marktplatz is gone, there is no holding back the force of one man from the Hero Party.

[Boss_Awesome]

"Where the fuck is Markplatz?!"  Boss Awesome yelled, as he stormed out into courtyard of New Tibault Castle.  "He was specifically assigned to guard duty!"  A group of Fallen Brigade soldiers stared at him, wide eyed, but no one offered any suggestions.  "If Markplatz isn't on guard duty then who is covering his shift?"  He continued, snarling at the group with an accusatory stare.  "Surely, someone must be..."  Boss Awesome froze, and shot a terrified glance at the entrance to the Dungeon.  "If Markplatz isn't...and no one's covering..."  He took a slow step toward the Dungeon followed by another, and another at an increasingly quickening pace.  "No one's guarding Blackzilla!!!!"  With expert discipline, the group of soldier fell in behind Boss Awesome and they all broke into a run. 

A wrought iron cage hung by massive chains over a pit far below the surface.  The bars were torn and bent, and the cage swung lazily back and forth over the black depths.  Even Mortemer, the Fallen Brigade's ever vigiliant and blood thirsty watch Corgi, wimpered at the sight of the cage.  Boss Awesome's knuckles went white as he clenched his fingers together. 

"We'll need to search every inch of the dungeon. If we don't find him there then we move on to the sewers."  Boss Awesome said, with grave honesty.  "Organize search parties and stay together.  Mortemer's with me.  If you find Blackzilla, call for back up.  Don't try to take him down on your own."  The soldiers quickly divided themselves into groups and took off down separate passageways.  Only Boss Awesome and Mortemer remained.  "C'mon Mortemer."  He said, patting the small Corgi on the head as they walked off into a nearby tunnel. "Let's see what we can find." 

Boss Awesome stopped dead in his tracks.  Mortemer growled and soon began barking with uncontrollable rage.  The smell of fart and semen assaulted the area so strongly that the air almost seemed to solidify.  "Blackzilla..."  Boss Awesome muttered, unslinging his bow.  He ran the numbers in his head.  The odds were not good.  He had told his men to not engage and to call for help, and yet here he was thinking he could slay the beast with a single arrow.  Boss Awesome let the fear in, it was his only chance.  He scooped up Mortemer and took off running at full speed. 

[Blackzilla]

"Where the fuck is Markplatz?!"  Boss Awesome yelled, as he stormed out into courtyard of New Tibault Castle.  "He was specifically assigned to guard duty!"  A group of Fallen Brigade soldiers stared at him, wide eyed, but no one offered any suggestions.  "If Markplatz isn't on guard duty then who is covering his shift?"  He continued, snarling at the group with an accusatory stare.  "Surely, someone must be..."  Boss Awesome froze, and shot a terrified glance at the entrance to the Dungeon.  "If Markplatz isn't...and no one's covering..."  He took a slow step toward the Dungeon followed by another, and another at an increasingly quickening pace.  "No one's guarding Blackzilla!!!!"  With expert discipline, the group of soldier fell in behind Boss Awesome and they all broke into a run. 

A rot iron cage hung by massive chains over a pit far below the surface.  The bars were torn and bent, and the cage swung lazily back and forth over the black depths.  Even Mortemer, the Fallen Brigade's ever vigiliant and blood thirsty watch Corgi, wimpered at the sight of the cage.  Boss Awesome's knuckles went white as he clenched his fingers together. 

"We'll need to search every inch of the dungeon. If we don't find him there then we move on to the sewers."  Boss Awesome said, with grave honesty.  "Organize search parties and stay together.  Mortemer's with me.  If you find him, call for back up.  Don't try to take him down on your own."  The soldiers quickly divided themselves into groups and took off down separate passageways.  Only Boss Awesome and Mortemer remained.  "C'mon Mortemer."  He said, patting the small Corgi on the head as they walked off into a nearby tunnel. "Let's see what we can find." 

Boss Awesome stopped dead in his tracks.  Mortemer growled and soon began barking with uncontrollable rage.  The smell of fart and semen assaulted the area so strongly that the air almost seemed to solidify.  "Blackzilla..."  Boss Awesome muttered, unslinging his bow.  He ran the numbers in his head.  The odds were not good.  He had told his men to not engage and call for help, and yet here he was thinking he could slay the beast with a single arrow.  Boss Awesome let the fear in, it was his only chance.  He scooped up Mortemer and took off running at full speed. 

Pardon my language, but that was fucking awesome!  You should do all the coalitions forum posting, or majority of it. Nevertheless +1!

[Pentecost]

Good post, Boss_Awesome. Just one thing:

(click to show/hide)

>A rot iron cage

Wrought. Wrought as in worked by a smith. It's wrought iron. Unless you meant to say the cage itself was rotting, which would explain a lot about why Blackzilla escaped.

[Boss_Awesome]

Fixed the mispelling, and thanks for the comments! 

[Ethgar]

I actually think Boss Awesome should do all the different clans story lines.   Just jump in, see what's going on, and come up with one at random.    Would spice the forums up quite a bit!   +1 good sir,  +1 indeed!

[Boss_Awesome]

I actually think Boss Awesome should do all the different clans story lines.   Just jump in, see what's going on, and come up with one at random.    Would spice the forums up quite a bit!   +1 good sir,  +1 indeed!

That might be fun, I am not sure about it though.  It's easy to write what actually happens to Boss Awesome in game since I have first hand knowledge.  However, using other people's characters as viewpoint characters would be a bit dishonest, since I don't know how they feel and what they have experienced. 

[Ethgar]

That might be fun, I am not sure about it though.  It's easy to write what actually happens to Boss Awesome in game since I have first hand knowledge.  However, using other people's characters as viewpoint characters would be a bit dishonest, since I don't know how they feel and what they have experienced.

And that good sir is where, a nice simple pm with a few questions like........

1.  I'm thinking about creating a story line about you, would you mind?
2.  What type of a person would you describe your character in game?

........etc, etc, etc...............

I think if a majority of people (to whom I'm sure already do) read your stories, would be like "hell yeah, do one about me." 


Again, though you do one hell of a job with them, and here's to hoping to see many more in the future.   Take care!

[Lordark]

Er best of luck!