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Harold1 DoCJoined 4/21/2007 Posts : 1977
| Posted : Monday, January 21, 2008 - 19:52 Lossols right you know haha all changed LOL | | BRAVO 872 Joined 10/11/2007 Posts : 273
| Posted : Tuesday, January 22, 2008 - 05:11 teamgames.myfreeforum.org/index.php
..if you have not found the Northern forum yet. | | West Joined 6/27/2005 Posts : 232
| Posted : Tuesday, January 22, 2008 - 07:49 need access given.. | | BRAVO 872 Joined 10/11/2007 Posts : 273
| Posted : Tuesday, January 22, 2008 - 18:26 granted
| | Hankyspanky Joined 7/3/2004 Posts : 1602
| Posted : Tuesday, January 29, 2008 - 11:45 I think i got bitten by a Dog, now Buddy go fetch that stick boy! | | Hack & Slash Chickie Joined 1/5/2004 Posts : 1297
| Posted : Monday, February 4, 2008 - 02:31 Again with Lossol being inactive shame on him grrrrr | | Crimsondawn Joined 6/12/2007 Posts : 1240
| Posted : Monday, April 14, 2008 - 04:02 The scarlet moon sinks behind the distant mass of writhing darkness and a stagnant cold flushes through the valley made uneven with the corpses of the slain. Desolate decay lays claim to the lands now sown with flesh and sinew. The cruel wind catches on a tattered cloth. crimson and barring the standard of death which swirled around a scaling figure who cut a shadow against the faded sky. A deep scare still festoring with blood and fractured steel ran down the face flushed red with blood and minced with dirt. His right hand rested on the rusted, beaten hilt a jewl gleaming next to his tattered hides and cold iron twisting to meet the blade, the other hand held cold iron with hallowed eyes nearly cut assunder by a great gash that ran through its skin. A solder walked steadily to the figure standing on a small earthen hill now obscured by thoughs made of men. "Your grave is made sire" said the solder sullen and tired. The tall figure looks upon a shallow pit not far away with gauntly eyes a peice that few of his men had known since this war had begun, he turned to the solder who cast a solem look up his king, "No, I shall fight with you as i have always done my brother, this peace is lost to me now." "My lord the enemy lies before use 5 times our number!" "It matters no more of their numbers, I shall lie amung you as my blade sings the tale of our triumph!" The figure rose to his full height, and with the voice of great trumpets he roared to the heavens "Tonight... WE DINE IN HELL!" A great cheer came from the camp below as faces twisted with unnamed horrors and a savage blood lust grabbed their arms, then stalked hungrilly towards oblivion. The dark figure slid behind his torn helm and in darkness vanished into the night where his blade sang its grim joy.
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well i think thats it for me, I'm breathing my last breaths in this game. Thanks for the fun guys I'm glad i got to fight till the end, my death throws are going to be awesome  | | titonator Joined 2/12/2004 Posts : 3278
| Posted : Monday, April 14, 2008 - 07:01 Its been a great game! | |
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