Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26258526-20160515191813/@comment-26084195-20160516054209

Travian Sackett wrote:

ChazmanianDevil wrote:

Travian Sackett wrote: The Bernardians are thrown from their mounts and the badgers die, but they draw spears and attack the marten. (What is your sides name? Ill be the bernardians xD) (We are the Ratka! Mwa! Ha! Ha!)

The Ratka catapult through the air, over the spears, and landing among the Bernardians, where they real havoc with bone swords. The bernardians see that they have lost and ride out of the camp on their badgers yelling, "You may have won this time Ratka, but before the new moon a blood moon shall rise when you hear our battle cry. Forth Bernardians!" Uh-uh! I feel that I should get a say in this, as it was happening in my camp.

As they turn to leave, they find that the entire conflict had been surrounded by a crowd of amused Minotaurs. Now that the battle is over, however, they have gone from amused to angered. Grakthaar pushes past the rest, swings his giant axe around and knocks the head off of the guy who talked the most. He picks up the head and tosses it to a random Bloodhound. "Take this to the pile. The rest of you:"

He ran at the remaining Bernardians yelling "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" and the rest of the Bloodhounds followed suit.

Once the enemy had been turned into what resembled a load of Bolognese, Grakthaar looked at the Ratkans. "This will do. Tell us where to strike."