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Post by Andrew on Apr 14, 2005 18:53:26 GMT -6
And he is...
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Post by Andrew on Apr 14, 2005 22:46:17 GMT -6
Paladin Ayden stood at the threshold to the Grail Chapel, bright sunlight gleaming off his armor. Murmuring a slight prayer to the Lady he stepped in, blinking to adjust his eyes to the sudden, cool darkness within. The chapel wasn't large, only about thirty paces by ten. Yet he would defend it from those dishonorable Empire fools with his life. Colorful stained glass brightly lit from behind formed sacred images of the Lady and the Grail. Lit candles covered the shrine at the end of the short hall, where a small statue stood underlit.
Gingerly he stepped forward, as if his very being there intruded on the sanctity of the chapel. His armored footfalls were surprisingly loud in the tomb-quiet room. He knelt at the shrine and prayed.
"My goddess, Lady of the Lake, hear my prayer today. I pray that we will be victorious and honorable in the battles ahead against the Empire. We would give our lives and choke the entrances to this holy place with our bodies if it kept them from defiling the land deemed sacred to our countrymen. I ask for nothing but that you may bestow your wondrous blessing upon us when we come to blades with the Empire. I go in peace."
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on Apr 14, 2005 23:58:25 GMT -6
"Chaos is near, valiant warrior, rise and fight the evil that permeates the land..."
Lord Draxum awoke with a start...He had not had visions from Sigmar in over a year. Now they were starting again...he felt joyous and afraid at the same time. Joyous because he got to serve his lord again, and afraid because failure was not an option. He heard men outside his tent talking. His guards were just as steadfast in their worship of sigmar as himself and he knew that he was safe, yet he felt uneasy. As if something other than the bretonnians lived in this land, something more evil than the mere taint of chaos that had worked its way into the noble houses of Bretonnia. No it was worse than that...much worse but he could not pinpoint the feeling. He laid down to sleep again and was drifting off. When the distant rumble of hooves could be heard. He awoke grabbed his hammer and ran from his tent his guard following a few step behind. "Wake the troops!!!" Draxum yelled, horns blared in response to his command, the imperial troops came to life in an instant, knowing to do otherwise would incur harsh punishment , Draxum reached the gatehouse of his small fortification "Who is it that approaches, gatekeep, is it the Bretonnian Whelp?"
"I do not know my lord, the fog over the field is to dense" the gatekeep replied.
Draxum watched hoping that it was not the Bretonnians he could not fight with his army as depleted as it was. Out of the fog came the first figures. Knights gleaming with the light from the moon. "Lord it is the bretonnians!!!" yelled a soldier somewhere down the line on the wall.
"No, you fool, those are not Bretonnians, those horses have barding, those our are knights. That means that the artillery train from Nuln has probably arrived too. Open the gates. Prepare for battle. We ride forth again in the morning, only three days ride to the Chapel." Draxum thanked sigmar for the arrival of his knights, now it was time to show the true power of the Empire. He would not fail again.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 15, 2005 7:16:35 GMT -6
Haha, Draxum must really be a screwball to not see that it's not Chaos. Eh, but such is the religion to see that anything but his is Chaos...
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on Apr 15, 2005 8:11:19 GMT -6
exactly, he is a crazy religious fanatic. Only his total misunderstanding of other religions/gods could cause someone to be like him.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 15, 2005 13:27:38 GMT -6
All the more reason for him to be cut down in honorable combat! haha
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on Apr 15, 2005 16:16:33 GMT -6
When he falls another will only rise to take his place. Manfred Gothrum is very devoted to Sigmar too...maybe he will take over for Draxum if he falls.
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Post by siriq on Apr 15, 2005 20:23:09 GMT -6
and thus the circle of death and killing will continue.
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on Apr 15, 2005 21:20:21 GMT -6
YAY!!!! KILLING AND DEATH!!!! HAPPY HAPPY FUN FUN!!!!
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Post by Andrew on Apr 15, 2005 21:26:55 GMT -6
KILLFRENZY KILLFRENZY KILLFRENZY
-Only transmission of Chaos Slaughter Class Cruiser, broadcast on all frequencies.
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Post by siriq on Apr 16, 2005 2:02:48 GMT -6
Kill the Killfrenzy, kill the killfrenzy!
Last transmission from an imperial cruiser.
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on Apr 26, 2005 22:23:11 GMT -6
"Only the dead have seen the end of war." Plato
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on Apr 28, 2005 15:31:31 GMT -6
Question for Mr. Seahawk....with up coming battle what will the points per side be? 2000 vs. 2000 or 2500 vs. 2000...just wondering, let me know what you wanna do.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 28, 2005 19:16:15 GMT -6
2500 vs 2000? Are you a mad nutter?! lol. I dunno, how do you think things would fit into the story? 2000 is the minimum of course, but I suppose we could go higher.
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on Apr 28, 2005 20:07:38 GMT -6
I said 2500 to incorporate mattas forces which might not be that much but if only 2000 vs. 2000 it will probably be a straight empire army w/ no lizards.
I think 2000 is about as high as we want to go because of time constraints. We are going to be pushing for time unless you just stomp all over me again, then we will probably be done before 8. ;D
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Post by xcitement on May 2, 2005 14:45:20 GMT -6
you're in trouble andrew if i bring my f'n swarms bc it will stop the charge. 25 wounds and your horsemen can only do like 20. hehehehe. anywho, i am going to make a character called meadowlark osby that has crazy stats beeyotches.
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Post by siriq on May 2, 2005 14:51:09 GMT -6
nah i think andrew could still win.
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Post by RARE CHOICE GAMES on May 2, 2005 14:56:28 GMT -6
I bet andrew will win again too...but if his unit of knights get slowed down enough, it can be hacked to pieces. He has such a huge flank on that unit that i could get up to (depending on size of units) almost six units fighting him, up till now he has plowed thru everything that got put infront of it. It is just a matter of slowing him down.
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Post by xcitement on May 2, 2005 15:20:10 GMT -6
yep 25 wounds need i say more
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Post by Andrew on May 2, 2005 15:25:04 GMT -6
Paladin Ayden stepped reverently into the chapel. By the statue of the Lady stood a knight in flowing red and white tabards.
Strange, I don't remember this knight he thought.
The crest of a great golden hippogryph adorned his helm, and a long sword hung on his belt. He turned, and Ayden the Brave lowered himself to his knees, head bowed.
"Honored knight. In two days time will the armies of the Empire bring fire and death to this fair land. Your men are ready, as are you. You have proven your purity in every way. You've upheld the honor of your knighthood and that of the Lady. Ayden the Brave of Carcassone, your quest has come to an end," the old grail knight said.
Removing his helmet, the hermit drew his sword.
"By the will of the Lady, you are strong enough to sup from the holy grail."
He turned once more, and when he turned back, Ayden saw he held a grail. He was overcome with emotion at having fulfilled his quest to seek the grail and the Lady's blessing. The hermit knight held out the grail, and Ayden took it in his hands. He lifted it to his trembling lips and drank. He felt the cool liquid seep not only down his throat but into his entire body, suffusing it with power.
Ayden swore an oath "I will not fail our Lady, and I will defend this ground from the Empire fools unless death takes me!"
"As is expected of you now, Ayden the Brave, Paladin, and Grail Knight of Bretonnia," answered the hermit knight.
The old knight then held forth a brilliantly sheening lance.
"With this, the Silver Lance of the Blessed, go forth and smite the enemies of Bretonnia. It is trusted from this hall to your hands for it to return once the battle is ended."
Ayden walked out into the dying light of the day, and started as he saw ten knights ride up.
Grail knights! he breathed.
"Well met Ayden," said the closest knight, assumingly the leader.
"Well met indeed. You're all here to defend the chapel," replied Ayden, not so much question as statement.
"Yes. As you swore your oath today, we did many years ago. Our lives are to protect the land. When the Empire comes, our wrath shall know no bounds."
"Then follow me good knights, and you will find us not lacking," Ayden said as he turned in the direction of their camp.
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