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Media / Re: Napoleonic Wars, a novel - Written by Stubbs. (Other stories are welcome)
« on: January 27, 2013, 06:07:58 pm »
Added a bit more :3
Gathering his gear, and his trusty steed known only as 'Admin Horsie' he set off in search of this Sawyer whom he knew he had to slay or be slain, yet fate had a different plan for our esteemed hero. Galloping across meadows, passing brooks, stopping for nothing except water and food, not even to court the fair ladies which he had so often visited yet my lads i can see you getting rowdy that is a differnt story for another time, now bring me some more ale and allow us to continue....
...For fate was with him that day, her soft hand guided his touch and her voice twisted his thoughts and strayed him to the path of rightousness, for on the sixth day of the week of the Battle of Strangefield the adminborn stumbled across the forces of Admin-onia. Sitting atop a hill with the sun blazing behind him burnishing his armour in the morning suns golden rays he seemed to the forces below to be the reincarnate of the Gods that used to govern the land that was now tormented by the whims of war.
Yet to the adminborn the forces below were his hope, these men were countrymen and the very best, they all knew their duty and were ready to defend it and some even to die for it, fate had guided him and he would grasp it with both hands riding the whims of fate to the core of his destiny.
The Adminborn pushed the men of Admin-onia ever onward, forcing their pace to an impossible rate the miles flew by as they raced to aid their King in his war against Sawyer. Yet they were late arriving as Vinces forces were already engaged being overcome slowly yet painfully, for each man they killed more took their place, but for Vince each man that died could not be replenished fast enough. Seeing the last of his men crumple Vince fell back against the onslaught, blows denting his shield, slicing chunks from his armour until finally he was forced to one knee and his shield ripped from his hand by grasping fingers.
Raising his head he stared into the malevolent eyes of Sawyer a malicious grin upon his face....
'Ah how the mighty have fallen, bow to me Vince and i will make you my court jester' Sawyer whispered in a squaky voice
Despite himself Vince began to laugh at the immaturity before him, looking once more at Sawyer he spat at him and awaited the final blow'
Yet the adminborn had come, with a cry 'For the Brohirrim' the forces of Admin-onia burst from the trees, ripping into the flanks of these trolls, the men of the admin had come at last. Their strikes ringing hard and fast, their faces smeared with the blood of their foes they were an unstoppable force, each armed with a blessed Banhammer from Vinces small but modest collection.
To Sawyer this was the end, he turned to Vince ready to strike, his blade already moving yet the adminborn in his incandescent glory had other ideas. With a shout that rang the heavens the words of Fus Ro Ban rang forth and Sawyer was flung from the cliffside into the abyss below where he rots today and his bones are slowly stripped of their flesh.
Reaching down the Adminborn hauled Vince to his feet, looking into his eyes he said 'Aren't you a little bit old for this shit now', with a laugh and a wink the adminborn returned to the fray, his strikes guided by fate, his shouts leaving swaths of foes dead before him.
That my friends is the story of the adminborn
Gathering his gear, and his trusty steed known only as 'Admin Horsie' he set off in search of this Sawyer whom he knew he had to slay or be slain, yet fate had a different plan for our esteemed hero. Galloping across meadows, passing brooks, stopping for nothing except water and food, not even to court the fair ladies which he had so often visited yet my lads i can see you getting rowdy that is a differnt story for another time, now bring me some more ale and allow us to continue....
...For fate was with him that day, her soft hand guided his touch and her voice twisted his thoughts and strayed him to the path of rightousness, for on the sixth day of the week of the Battle of Strangefield the adminborn stumbled across the forces of Admin-onia. Sitting atop a hill with the sun blazing behind him burnishing his armour in the morning suns golden rays he seemed to the forces below to be the reincarnate of the Gods that used to govern the land that was now tormented by the whims of war.
Yet to the adminborn the forces below were his hope, these men were countrymen and the very best, they all knew their duty and were ready to defend it and some even to die for it, fate had guided him and he would grasp it with both hands riding the whims of fate to the core of his destiny.
The Adminborn pushed the men of Admin-onia ever onward, forcing their pace to an impossible rate the miles flew by as they raced to aid their King in his war against Sawyer. Yet they were late arriving as Vinces forces were already engaged being overcome slowly yet painfully, for each man they killed more took their place, but for Vince each man that died could not be replenished fast enough. Seeing the last of his men crumple Vince fell back against the onslaught, blows denting his shield, slicing chunks from his armour until finally he was forced to one knee and his shield ripped from his hand by grasping fingers.
Raising his head he stared into the malevolent eyes of Sawyer a malicious grin upon his face....
'Ah how the mighty have fallen, bow to me Vince and i will make you my court jester' Sawyer whispered in a squaky voice
Despite himself Vince began to laugh at the immaturity before him, looking once more at Sawyer he spat at him and awaited the final blow'
Yet the adminborn had come, with a cry 'For the Brohirrim' the forces of Admin-onia burst from the trees, ripping into the flanks of these trolls, the men of the admin had come at last. Their strikes ringing hard and fast, their faces smeared with the blood of their foes they were an unstoppable force, each armed with a blessed Banhammer from Vinces small but modest collection.
To Sawyer this was the end, he turned to Vince ready to strike, his blade already moving yet the adminborn in his incandescent glory had other ideas. With a shout that rang the heavens the words of Fus Ro Ban rang forth and Sawyer was flung from the cliffside into the abyss below where he rots today and his bones are slowly stripped of their flesh.
Reaching down the Adminborn hauled Vince to his feet, looking into his eyes he said 'Aren't you a little bit old for this shit now', with a laugh and a wink the adminborn returned to the fray, his strikes guided by fate, his shouts leaving swaths of foes dead before him.
That my friends is the story of the adminborn
Its when you do an up attack and move your view very high and then move it down fast or down attack the other way around.
