Camonna Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 Morgothdodges the attacks and sheathes his blade and said very strictly.."Stop this now!!!!! All of you or I shall be forced to send the whole legions after this bar and have every one of you in prison stop emmidiettley... would have won this fight but have not been prepared for this. OOC:Perigrine you have to stop god-moding like that!!!!!!!!!I dont see how you have not gotten in trouble for this....You make like that 20 leginares cant lay a single finger on you!!!!!Have you noticed that I have not stabbed my sword through you!!!!You must stop this EMMEDIETLY or most people will not play with you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smashy Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 OOC: oookkkk um how could some one doge a cloud of magic frost?! your engulfed in a freezeing cloud of death! Fode laughs maniacly, and readys his claymore, "FOOL, there is nothing a legion you pittiful imperials could do here, leave with your life.....OR DIE WHERE YOU STAND!!!!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peregrine Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 Perigrine you have to stop god-moding like that! <ooc: how ironic, considering that's exactly who that voice in your head is. Maybe you shouldn't annoy a god next time! And I suggest you stop complaining, you've done just as much.... one post victories and stuff. Who cares exactly what method of killing you use, you've done stuff like tie up my nord in one post with no chance of response. And as I said, stop with the infinite soldier thing.> The voice returns to Morgoth's mind. "Arrogant fool. Did you really think your pathetic Empire has any power here? Now you shall die." As Morgoth makes his speech, the entire tavern explodes with laughter. The Nord gives a laugh of contempt for the man he is about to kill. As he raises his sword to finish the job, he pauses long enough to ask one last question. "Are all Imperials as poor fighters as you?" Then he brings the blade down into Morgoth's neck, and his head flies from his shoulders in a spray of blood. "Nobody evades a Nord's justice...." he says as he walks back to his table. <ooc: before you complain, look at reality for a moment. You do something stupid like putting away your sword in a real fight and you're just as dead.> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smashy Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 OOC:Well Fode has been played to hell, guess he should retire or Peregrine take him over, im now gonna bring in a new character, so Peregrine do what you will with Fode, have him walk off in to the sun set, take every one out with him, what ever, but now it is time for a new and interesting character. A creature of unbeliveable muscle mass, resembleing an Argonian but far larger and obviously more adept to the more brutish and straight foreward sides of fighting, its crocodilian head alone seems to be a deadly wepon, the things jaw is filled with rows upon rows of jagged dagger like teeth, slowly and purposefuly it strides through the broken door way of the tavern, it walks past Fode, standing a full head higher than him, it made its way to the bar, intimidateing every patron it passed with its meer presence, with the exseption of Fode who seems to fear nothing and no one. The bar-keep seemed to shrink as it reached the bar, "Our name is Loq-Gar, you might not be familiar with us kind, we are a Lizardman, we come from Blackmarsh just like those pittiful Argonians, how bout something with meat, lots of meat, and a few bottles of greif", the creature now known as Loq-Gar is given what he asked for, and he turns and takes a seat near the back of the building, and begins to devoure an entire nix-hound leg as well as downing a few greifs with out even a grimace. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ObsidianKnight Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 Morgoth's head sails through the air. With a shriek of disgust, Armiena ducks it, and the head lands in the fire. With all of the Imperials staring at her, as if they expected her to catch it, she goes up to her room and retrieves an ornate violin. She sits in front of the fire, and plays a song appropriate for the moment--one about the horrors of war and the mourning of the dead. Surprisingly, it puts the Imperials at ease, and most of them look as though they want to leave the tavern and its respectable barfight alone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smashy Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 Loq-Gar's eyes light up at the sight of a fresh kill, quickly he rushes tward the decapitated imperial's body, knocking over reacently righted tables and chairs in his wake, he then snatches up the body and returns to the spot he occupied before and continues his feasting, the bar tender and several other patrons eye Loq-Gar suspiciously, but he replies with, "you will have no worries from us, we know not to hurt you manlings while you still live, you let us eat now or Loq-Gar eat you!", he then quickly returned to his feasting, after his mediocure attempt at calming the locals. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arkayan Posted January 24, 2004 Share Posted January 24, 2004 Seran walks over to the fire place & wispers in Armien's ear, All is forgotten, He then beckons Tilindra to join in the sad song... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Camonna Posted January 25, 2004 Share Posted January 25, 2004 Smart eh smart you KILL AN IMPERIL OFFICER!!!!!Now the imperial legion will utterly destroy YOU!!!!!! ***Morgoths cousin Margoth the imperial was twice as strong and commanded fort silvermoth...he rode out with his strongest soldiers to Kill the terrible nord who killed his cousin!!!! OOC: I expect you to fight fair or you will see what god-moding really is!!!!Bad move,now the legion will most likely destroy you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smashy Posted January 25, 2004 Share Posted January 25, 2004 Loq-Gar raises his gore-coverd head from the half eaten corpse of Morgoth, with a gleam of burning haterd in his eye he rises to his feet, clenching and unclenching his massive hands into fists, his rage becomes so horrible and great that the large iorn bracers on his wrists fracture and fall to the ground in two, a low rumbleing growel begins to eminate from deep with in Loq-Gar, strings of blood-filled saliva drip from his tooth filled jaw, finaly he yanks a massive club from a leather cord around his waist, he then begins to walk outside tward the over-confident imperial boasting his "athoraty" to everyone out side, Loq-Gar drowns out the foolish mans words with an utterly deafaning roar, folowed by a few obscure words,"foolish manling..... you dare speak of Fode like that.... he could kill you where you stand... but hes in enough trouble... you manlings good prey....", he then charges forth through the door way and leaps through the air at Margoth, knocking him from his mount, and pinning him to the ground, with his club across Margoth's torso and arms....... Margoth is now at Loq-Gars mearcy... OOC:ya know sludge, this has gone on far to long.... i dont think Peregrine will be to pleased to see more god-moding.... in the meanwhile, try to learn the finer points of RPing, try to put some feeling and action of meaning in your posts... and guess what, as you so aptly said before..."You must stop this EMMEDIETLY or most people will not play with you", well guess what despite how childish that sounds....it describes your posts down to the finest detail, NO MORE GOD-MODING, i know this is meerly a forum, but you should at leats folow the posted rules, you are makeing your self look like an insolent fool. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peregrine Posted January 25, 2004 Share Posted January 25, 2004 As Margoth walks, dreaming of what life might be if there were horses in Vvardenfell, an army appears on the top of a hill about 400 yards away. A solid wall of pikes surrounds a core of over 800 archers. As the Imperials prepare to charge, the Habassans stop and the pike lines enter defensive formation. But then Loq-Gar is on him, and he has no more time to worry about his army. In the lead row of archers, Alenee B'Elen watches the Imperials come closer. Just a little bit more, she thinks. 100 yards closer and there will be no escape for the Imperials. Below them, the Imperials do exactly that, their overconfidence refusing to let them retreat."DRAW!" she yells, and 800 Habassan archers draw back arrows. With a battle cry that echoes across the hills, the Imperials charge. 380 yards.... 350 yards.... 320 yards.... Alenee watches calmly, waiting for the right moment to fire."FIRE!" She releases her own arrow, followed by 800 more from behind her. The brilliant points of fire arrows fly out to the Imperials, and they try desperately to raise shields against the attack. But the formation is too dense to dodge, and the arrows' flight time too short for shields. Now, they can only pray the casualties are light... A deadly rain slams into the front rows Imperial formation and soldier after soldier falls, dead or dragged down by the falling bodies. The heavy war arrows pierce the Imperial armor almost effortlessly, and the burning points only make things worse. But the Habassans have not watched passively, and six seconds later 800 more arrows hit the Imperials. The second wave cuts deep into the formation, opening massive holes. And this time, the few Imperial archers are the main target. Over 90% of them die before coming into range of their less powerful bows, and the Imperials' only chance is destroyed. Now, it is retreat or die on the waiting pikes. <ooc: if you think that's not fair, I suggest you go research a minor invention called the English longbow> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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