And just my luck to get myself sandwiched between 2 of AAA best player...


*Sigh*
I have a feeling this is going to be the shortest campaign game for me!

hehehe your quiet right

*beats up on Lons some*

heck there was no need for htat

they can do the job themselves

ok ok I'll join, buy only if my clan does not need me. Hey WAR leader person do you need me for the up coming game?


Hankyspanky, hwatta , Hagar , general psycho and 121357 will play i believe

Last Edited : Sunday, 21 November 2004 - 06:22

we already started the game

haha, evidently didnt read the thread

hmmm, this game is interesting...i have 3 AAA members around me, what shall i do

Errr.... Killerdude, I think you just need to defeat them that all... See.. It's that simply...

As to how you going to achieve that.. Ahhh... That the confusing part



Enjoy the gangbang The cavalry won't be far... But do wait till we arrive.. Ok :|

meanwhile gueritol drops himself in the hammock to catch some beatifying sunrays ...


* ah the peace and quiet of this lands *

as well as mine too gueritol.

ah i see...taking breaks are you?mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hmmm, what is this i see, possibly only tyler and sugar converging on my while UB goes elsewhere, is that the plan...huh, huh do tell because my army is wondering very much

well if you see the spears that are about to blast those scouts of yours youll think different

oh i saw them, i just figured they were gathering resources

heehee

shucks, so much for baeting up on UB and his 'have maces out ASAP' strat, how ever the my latest skirmishes have left me in a interesting possition... and having achieved economic security by turn 3, I think someone will be having a lot more troubles than he thinks.

Wont be me...and that might have come in a couple of turns too late... i play a whole different ball game now

you yourself know well that what happened last game was completely a mistake of overconfidence...and playing against players who will not allow you to make mistakes without making you pay...well you saw what happened.keep playing on that...ill just keep playing on how little support i got from a mostly inactive player

we should start role-playing soon...whos gonna start?

Last Edited : Monday, 22 November 2004 - 05:36

meh...ill start

As the sun set in the horizon King Bahamut looked onto his castle grounds watching the men get ready for battle from high atop his southern towers.

"We are now looking at the beginnings of another war...yet again we have been called forward to assist our fellow brothers of the AAA..."

"Understood sire" said one of the Ultima kingdom generals.
"Might i take liberty in arranging the troops and setting up our innitial strategies?"

"Certainly Brandon...you are most welcome...i still have to meet up with the rest of the brotherhood and see what is the cause of this situation...ill be joining you soon enough and i trust you will do a marvelous job while i am away...do me a favor and set up our elite troops to accompany me...i have a different task for them...they will not be joining our main cause"

"But...sire understand that the elite troops are the backbone of our armies...we cannot allow them to leave the main army...we will surely be slaughtered without good guidance from them..."

"Must i explain everything Brandon...allright...set up the war meeting i will explain there"
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Down in the castle grounds...as the darkness engulfs the kingdom as will inevitably the war, soldiers are speaking of the sudden and unexpected turn of events...they will be fighting without their elite troops...the veteran soldiers...the crack of the armies...the ones that show no mercy...no pity...and that have yet to fall in battle.

"But why must they leave now?are we not going to war?"

"Well, word going around is that they will be accompanying Lord Bahamut in a special mission..."

"What? that is ludicrous....at this time?We will be slaughtered for sure.can this not be done some other day?"

These whispers and muffled talks filled the whole of the training grounds very quickly...and most were drowned out by the music and celebration taking place all around...the troops had not tasted the heat of battle since many moons and they clearly needed it...they could feel their swordsmanship in a sense growing weaker...

"ALL ELITE GUARD MEMBERS!YOU HEAD OUT IN THE MORNING!GET YOUR REST!"

"Mate...i am starting to believe that this will be an issue...certainly we cannot go on without them..."

"Golee you brute!i already told you." As he draws his companion near he sets his tone to nothing more then a light autum breeze...no one but his own could hear him..."The generals are going to lead us into battle...we have nothing to worry about..."
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(to be continued)
stupid life...who needs it when you have wol?

As the page entered he saw what appeared to be a tired old man leaning over his desk reading the day's reports. All around him was a choas of parchments, books of every size and color, lavish paintings of his queen, one which this young page could not look away from. Her boobs were so ample and her skin was so white...
"PAGE?"
The gruff raspy voice brought the page out of his lustful thoughts, and hand from his pants, and back to the chaotic viod that he was forced to enter to deliver the report. THE REPORT???!!! where did it go? Quickly he looked around clutter searching for the scroll that he must have put down, where did it go...
"PAGE! Did you come in here for some other reason than to stare at the pictures in my study?"
There is was, right were he left it, quickly he took the rolled parchment from his sash and quickly placed it on the desk.
"The dayly report, m'lord."
Turning the page made his way to the door, pausing to take a look at those beautiful...
"PAGE!"
The young boy jumped and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Damit page, I didn't want your love letter for your wench."
Sighing the man got up out of his chair and glided through the chaos to where the page dropped the report. Pausing, he looked up at the painting that he had stolen out of PoD's castle. The rumor that was spreading across the castle was that it was of his wife, but he realy knew it was of Pod her self. He grinned as he moved to the door. out side in the hall not a soul was to be seen, not even his personal gaurd. After placing the page's letter on the ground next to his door and carfully pushing the large door shut he glided back to the safty and warmth of his seat that had become cold with his absence.
Unrolling the scroll he read the report.

Your army, Scouts_1, was attacked by prancer : Archers_1.
Archers_1 = Wounds : 0.0, Killed : 0, Exp : 0
Scouts_1 = Wounds : 7.1, Killed : 0, Exp : 0.


The page slowly crept back towards the door hopeing he had not dropped his letter for his girl inside that room. It would take years for him to find it. But soft, there it was just out side of the door, what luck. Bending over to pick up his letter laughter rumbled from out of the adjacent chamber startling the poor page.

all was quiet while the gaurd patroled the flimsy wooden fence. He paused every 5 meters to inspect the wall for any kind of wear. When he joined the army he was told his company was going to move out and join the army in the feild, but sadly enemy forces have not been seen for days now, except the usual band of raiders. Circling back towards the keep the soldier checked his wepons. 50 arrows, a dagger that he had spent so much time sharpening that night he first joined, wooden buckler covering his leather quiver, his hot studded leather armor, which was the second best armor in the castle, his smooth ciof that covered his head, and his beautiful beech wood bow. As he ran his hand over the studs of the leather his thoughs drifted to what magnificent beast gave it's life so that he may have such glroious armor.

crackle crackle....BOOM!

Ominous lighting danced across the southern sky followed by the sound of thor's hammer smashing into the surrounding mountain sides. He hated being on gaurd duty when it rained and it rained so often out here. At least he wasn't out with the army. He imagined those poor souls trying to stay dry out in that muck. Looking up to see the lighting he realized he was already at the north tower. He glanced around to see if anyone would knowtice and opened the heavy wooden door to the tower. I was cooler inside the tower, but just as wet. The gaurd didn't care just so long as he could stay in here while it rained. Rounding the corner he heared the laughter of his fellow mates coming from the commons. He longed to join them for some tropical ale, but seeing how he was suppose to be on watch he knew he would be punished severly if his commander caught him. Turning, he made his way down towards the cellars. He could always fill up his water skin with some of the ale, before returning to watch the wall from inside the tower. He slowly moved down the wet steps hoping not to slip when he heard some thing. He froze.

ahhhh.......elp..eeee.....ahhhhhh......ohhhh....

It sounded like trouble. Slowly he drew his dagger and crept down into the celler. Upon reaching the door he nelt down and pressed his ear against the door.

AHHHHHHHh.....Please......AHHHHHH....

It was a woman's voice and she sounded like she was in trouble. He quitly opened the door and crept along the moldy floor pausing only to step over a few mushrooms.

AHHHhhhhh......ohhh.....ore....

There they were rolling around in that pile of straw. Slowly he put his dagger away and nocked and arrow. He stood up, slowly drawing the arrow.

HALT, YOU ARE NOW MY CAPTIVE!

The man jumped up from the straw, turned and only then did the gaurd see his exposed nakedness and the nakedness of the woman still laying in the pile of straw.

YOU???!!!

It was his commander! The shock of seeing his commander doing such an act made him 'lax the tention on the bow. The commander seeing the gaurd lossen jumped for his clothes and more importantly his short sword. When the gaurd saw the flash of steel he droped the arrow and ran. There was no way he was going to stick around. Up the stairs, around the corner and out the door into the pooring rain. Turning he looked to see if the commander had followed him. Five minutes passed and after catching his breath he returned to gaurd duty grining at the thouhgt of the commander in the straw skrewing some wench. Yes life was good...


Lord savetuba witnessed some kid run from out of the tower and into the rain. No dought he was causing trouble with the other men. Turning back to the desk that was once clutered with report, but now devoid of everything save his dinner. His men were becoming restless and he had not recieved any report or orders. He returned to his seat and his food, wondering what will happen next.

And so it cam to day 3 and it seems as if savetuba was all alone, but in fact he was alone, alone in THIS forum! What was the point of role playing when it he was just playing by him self?

Oh well back to his little toy soldiers...

From the distance the little billowing of dust could now be seen, it had to be the report he so wanted to receive, it had to be.

Being settled in this high enclave in the hills allowed him to see far into the horizon, but this advantageous position constantly got the best of him, having to wait for hours for news to arrive, always had his patience all but consumed.

For what almost seem like an eternal moment, the doors of the main hall painfully opened, it always crisped his nerves the screeching noise they made, but no matter what the castle workers did, it seemed not to go away.

Sharp echoes of steps flowed slowly as if they were closely accompanying the messenger in his parsimonious straddle across the room. For the untrained eye it was not easy to venture judgment as to the whereabouts of this bedraggled scout, but his roots of this lands went far behind, and from the visitors attire he was convinced that he came from the outskirts of his lands. But the christening of the telltale from as to his origins was the fashion in that he wore his hat and pants, but more so the colors of his vest, that was unique to the folklore and traditional attire of the southernmost lands.

“What news you bring me?” he interjected with a commanding voice.

“Sir, I travel long and fast to bring you this news”, he paused to assess the situation, but the look on his master face told him to proceed. “The travelers of my land speak of buildings of some sort in the forbidden black lands”. “They also hinted, but I have not witnessed with my eyes, about a great mob helping to build it”.

“And as for what means this structure is for?” The master of the castle asked as he paced towards the newcomer.

“Master, we do not know for sure. We venture to guess that it is some kind of living quarters and storage for troops”. “But our folk is not very keen in the wars and for sure we can’t tell”

So he’s sources were correct, there was a new enemy and they were building up, and this only confirmed it. This thought burned in his head as he walked towards the gates of the room. With a single gesture he commanded the tired scout to accompany him as he walked. He was so proud of his people that were still loyal after all this years of hardship.

“Maiden!” he shouted, “Tend to this man, see that he’s well feed and clothed, and that he’s rested”, and turning to face the men he said: “Tomorrow we march!”