[Well not really, just making it more “game” - like, by adding company logos in the intro]
“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
Day 1 Kythorn 1500
Day break over the plains of Westmarch, the camp fires are nothing but embers and ash. The ground still moist with blood from last night's battle with throngs of Fallen Ones. Foul beasts, lesser servants to the Dark Lords of Hell, the Prime Evils, more than 200 years have passed since they were defeated, and still their taint plagues the land.
The city of Dun Craig is still a day’s march away, the warriors of the Silver Inferno Crusading Knights are on the march, they have been joined by other like minded groups of Knights, as well as mercenaries, militia, and the usual riff raff looking to make names for themselves, as well as those who have simply been conscripted into fighting, by various Lords and Barons.
Runners from Dun Craig have informed the gathering that the city is besieged by hordes of demons, it's only a matter of time before its defenses fall. Not since The Prime Evils escaped their imprisonments within the soulstones have there been seen such vast numbers, gathered in one place. They are exceptional well organized, they somehow knew exactly where the weak spots were in the city’s defenses, odd seeing as how most demons are considered to be rather mindless and unintelligent beasts. Thus it is assumed that there is something more powerful than a mere demonic shaman leading this siege, but whom or what, and how or why they are doing it, are currently unknown. But rumours abound that whatever is leading this siege must either be someone who is able to control them through means of a powerful spell, or perhaps worse, a demon who commands them through sheer intimidation. Many pray that is not the case, as it would to be a seriously dominating and powerful demon.
The gathering relief force readied their weapons and armor, packed up camp and continued on the road to Dun Craig. Novices and veterans alike, talk amongst themselves as they march. The Veterans are eager to again sink their blades into the hearts of their foes, the novices, just as eager, though they are a little weary of their foes.
“Not nervous about ze battle ahead, are ve Heinrich?” Karl Sturmgard said to his young squire.
“Vell maybe a little” Heinrich Hohenhiem replied. “I didn’t do much last night so zis will be my first really battle, but viz Sigmar Heldenhammer vatching over me, I vill do my best to kill many demons!!”
“Ha Ha, I believe you vill, I haf taught you much, but it ist only in battle zat you find out vat you are made of.” Karl said, as he placed his hand on Heinrich’s right shoulder.
“Aye laddie” Thoradin Bronzebeard quipped, as he rubbed a cloth over the blade of his axe. “Tis troo thear be no great’r joy than seein’ the crooshed an’ broken bodies oof yer enemies, strewn aboot yer feet”
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
"Let's see if you can bag more kills than me, young whelp" said the man in black, standing in the corner. "Thufir Hawat's the name, killing's the game. So, what do you think, we gonna get there in time?"
Lady Delana chipes in "Yes indeed We shall arrive in due time, For i have seen glimpses of the battle in my dream last night and There are still many foul wretched demons to be slain." "Though this is to be my first battle i to wish to play in this Killing game u have spoke of" "Heinrich care to spar?"
Zubin said : ''Don't you think we should journey thorugh the Graveyard? It would save our time and we'll get there easily. It is dark, smelly, scary yet a nice place. I'm going there, anybody coming?''
(Hehe)
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
The Stranger flies down onto the edge of the camp and pulls his cloak over his face and wings. Not ashamed of his form, but covering his figure so that he may walk with his humanoid companions without to much attention.
The Stranger reports to the group, "Thirty three beasts and fourteen lessers were slain in that battle."
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"Pking in Softcore, is like two deaf kids yelling at each other."
Krog'osh walked alongside the group deep in thought. These demons we're fascinating, much different from the ones he'd studied to be sure. Yet most of them remained an enigma to him, and to everyone else as well. There were many questions that needed answers; what were their shapes and forms, where did they come from, what powers did they posses... and who controlled them. This this group seemed to be the key to those anwers, or at the very least the path to the key.
He looked around himself and beheld the warriors. Bah! Warriors indeed. They fought for the sake of fightning, but did they know why beyond to defend themselves? Conflict was always bred by causes. What was the cause of this effect?
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Lady Delana after sparring with Heinrich Hohenhiem overhears Krog'osh speaking softly to himself as she listened to what he said and thought to herself "Krog'osh thinks much more then usual Orcs she had encountered"
She Speaks Softly To the Group "might we pick up the pace a little?. You Warriors are "MEN" right?"
-Lady Delana Questioning the Men around her about their slow pace-
Vzlek half stumbled on a rock that snagged his dark hooded cloak nearly dropping his precious potions, his mind was elsewhere thinking and he was not thinking of the road ahead. Last nights cold bed had given him a cold, his nose was runny and he felt exhausted.
"Your no young chap anymore, hmmm..." he muttered to himself, getting out his pipe and patting down the tobacco.
He starred up at the relief force that trailed on ahead of him, there was a young beautiful women who caught his eye, she was speaking with the rest of the men but Vzalek was unable to hear what she was saying.
"You there! Old Man" Bellow Wulfgar. "You travel with Wulfgar, you toe the line! I won't suffer slackers while I'm busy Heroing!"
The feeling was mutual throughout the ranks of the relief force, as they quickened their pace.
"I do not want to get to Dun Craig, only to find it in ruin" declared Wulfgar.
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
"You are still young Winston. Fighting is inevitable, you should not be rushing toward it. Prepare your mind for what you are about to soon touch, see, taste, and feel. Battle is an infectious disease and if you do not prepare for it, you will sucome to it." - The Stranger.
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"Pking in Softcore, is like two deaf kids yelling at each other."
Vzlek starred up at the monsterous man who called himself "Wulfgar", little respect did he have for these giant men of brute strength but he fell into line like he said; Vzlek didnt want a fight.
He lit his pipe and started to smoke, blowing smoke rings into the air above him.
"Wulfgar is it? Do you want a pipe there friend?"
Vzlek thought it wise to make a friend here, he did not know any of these warriors and would surely need their help when push came to shove
"Who are you to tell me such things? and who is so knowledgable in fighting that he may be poetic on such a subject?" replied Winston. "You are a stranger to me, come and share tales with me"
*Notices older man in cloak stumble and cough - rummages through pack for some herbs and approaches old man.*
Here - eat these herbs - they will help with your cold and give you some energy - you are going to need it for the long trip ahead.
I'm Cinara.
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
"Still your mind and your tongue young Winston. Clear your head of thought. If your mind drifts during battle, you will be dead. The last group of demons was just a scouting party. Nothing more. There are more fierce beasts and demons that lie waiting ahead. After the battle, shall our hearts be beating, I shall share a story with you."
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"Pking in Softcore, is like two deaf kids yelling at each other."
Vzalek Thanked Cinara for the herbs with a gesture and a smile.
"I recognise these, from the forest of Scosglen... Beautiful place I must say, well, that was last time I visited that region. Who knows what could of happened now... Im glad to see a friendly face.
"Do you smoke?" Vzlek asked, starting to fumble through his satchel before he even heard the answer
"Greetings!" Shouts a towering Tauren in the distance in a deep, thundering voice.(Think Berry White) "I saw the battle and set up camp. My name is Tairne BladeHorn. I was wondering if I could accompany you all. I know much of these lands and I feel sympathetic to your cause. I will gladly lay myself on the line in order to help you." Tairne stands at a massive seven foot tall with a thick broad sword in his hand. "How are your wounded?"
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[Well not really, just making it more “game” - like, by adding company logos in the intro]
“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
Day 1 Kythorn 1500
Day break over the plains of Westmarch, the camp fires are nothing but embers and ash. The ground still moist with blood from last night's battle with throngs of Fallen Ones. Foul beasts, lesser servants to the Dark Lords of Hell, the Prime Evils, more than 200 years have passed since they were defeated, and still their taint plagues the land.
The city of Dun Craig is still a day’s march away, the warriors of the Silver Inferno Crusading Knights are on the march, they have been joined by other like minded groups of Knights, as well as mercenaries, militia, and the usual riff raff looking to make names for themselves, as well as those who have simply been conscripted into fighting, by various Lords and Barons.
Runners from Dun Craig have informed the gathering that the city is besieged by hordes of demons, it's only a matter of time before its defenses fall. Not since The Prime Evils escaped their imprisonments within the soulstones have there been seen such vast numbers, gathered in one place. They are exceptional well organized, they somehow knew exactly where the weak spots were in the city’s defenses, odd seeing as how most demons are considered to be rather mindless and unintelligent beasts. Thus it is assumed that there is something more powerful than a mere demonic shaman leading this siege, but whom or what, and how or why they are doing it, are currently unknown. But rumours abound that whatever is leading this siege must either be someone who is able to control them through means of a powerful spell, or perhaps worse, a demon who commands them through sheer intimidation. Many pray that is not the case, as it would to be a seriously dominating and powerful demon.
The gathering relief force readied their weapons and armor, packed up camp and continued on the road to Dun Craig. Novices and veterans alike, talk amongst themselves as they march. The Veterans are eager to again sink their blades into the hearts of their foes, the novices, just as eager, though they are a little weary of their foes.
“Not nervous about ze battle ahead, are ve Heinrich?” Karl Sturmgard said to his young squire.
“Vell maybe a little” Heinrich Hohenhiem replied. “I didn’t do much last night so zis will be my first really battle, but viz Sigmar Heldenhammer vatching over me, I vill do my best to kill many demons!!”
“Ha Ha, I believe you vill, I haf taught you much, but it ist only in battle zat you find out vat you are made of.” Karl said, as he placed his hand on Heinrich’s right shoulder.
“Aye laddie” Thoradin Bronzebeard quipped, as he rubbed a cloth over the blade of his axe. “Tis troo thear be no great’r joy than seein’ the crooshed an’ broken bodies oof yer enemies, strewn aboot yer feet”
Lady Delana chipes in "Yes indeed We shall arrive in due time, For i have seen glimpses of the battle in my dream last night and There are still many foul wretched demons to be slain." "Though this is to be my first battle i to wish to play in this Killing game u have spoke of" "Heinrich care to spar?"
(Hehe)
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
The Stranger flies down onto the edge of the camp and pulls his cloak over his face and wings. Not ashamed of his form, but covering his figure so that he may walk with his humanoid companions without to much attention.
The Stranger reports to the group, "Thirty three beasts and fourteen lessers were slain in that battle."
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He looked around himself and beheld the warriors. Bah! Warriors indeed. They fought for the sake of fightning, but did they know why beyond to defend themselves? Conflict was always bred by causes. What was the cause of this effect?
She Speaks Softly To the Group "might we pick up the pace a little?. You Warriors are "MEN" right?"
-Lady Delana Questioning the Men around her about their slow pace-
Vzlek half stumbled on a rock that snagged his dark hooded cloak nearly dropping his precious potions, his mind was elsewhere thinking and he was not thinking of the road ahead. Last nights cold bed had given him a cold, his nose was runny and he felt exhausted.
"Your no young chap anymore, hmmm..." he muttered to himself, getting out his pipe and patting down the tobacco.
He starred up at the relief force that trailed on ahead of him, there was a young beautiful women who caught his eye, she was speaking with the rest of the men but Vzalek was unable to hear what she was saying.
"You there! Old Man" Bellow Wulfgar. "You travel with Wulfgar, you toe the line! I won't suffer slackers while I'm busy Heroing!"
The feeling was mutual throughout the ranks of the relief force, as they quickened their pace.
"I do not want to get to Dun Craig, only to find it in ruin" declared Wulfgar.
"All this walking is boring" complained Winston. "I want some fighting" he says as he begins to slash at random objects.
"You are still young Winston. Fighting is inevitable, you should not be rushing toward it. Prepare your mind for what you are about to soon touch, see, taste, and feel. Battle is an infectious disease and if you do not prepare for it, you will sucome to it." - The Stranger.
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http://us.battle.net...4/hero/34530475
He lit his pipe and started to smoke, blowing smoke rings into the air above him.
"Wulfgar is it? Do you want a pipe there friend?"
Vzlek thought it wise to make a friend here, he did not know any of these warriors and would surely need their help when push came to shove
Here - eat these herbs - they will help with your cold and give you some energy - you are going to need it for the long trip ahead.
I'm Cinara.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
"Still your mind and your tongue young Winston. Clear your head of thought. If your mind drifts during battle, you will be dead. The last group of demons was just a scouting party. Nothing more. There are more fierce beasts and demons that lie waiting ahead. After the battle, shall our hearts be beating, I shall share a story with you."
http://us.battle.net...ile/vadle-1714/
http://us.battle.net...4/hero/34530475
"I recognise these, from the forest of Scosglen... Beautiful place I must say, well, that was last time I visited that region. Who knows what could of happened now... Im glad to see a friendly face.
"Do you smoke?" Vzlek asked, starting to fumble through his satchel before he even heard the answer
"Greetings!" Shouts a towering Tauren in the distance in a deep, thundering voice.(Think Berry White) "I saw the battle and set up camp. My name is Tairne BladeHorn. I was wondering if I could accompany you all. I know much of these lands and I feel sympathetic to your cause. I will gladly lay myself on the line in order to help you." Tairne stands at a massive seven foot tall with a thick broad sword in his hand. "How are your wounded?"
"You think you could teach me to be that big"
"NO WAIT!, I've got a better idea. CARRY ME!!"