Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25344655-20150908031022/@comment-25975584-20150923214540

Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: I think it died...

But anyway, the party reaches the outskirts of the Imperial city. They here marching and the sound of horses behind them. It's the great host, returned upon receiving word that they were approaching the capital of Hiim-Gol. The ground quakes, and the skies are permeated with a roar. Thunder, and fire fall from the sky ahead of the host, and a voice is heard above the din. Loud, and mocking. "So the younger races have come to play at war? Or do they wish to make peace with their elders, and betters?" [

"FIRE!!!" Falvik shouted at his Rangers. As they fired a volley at the enemy, the stock archers fired themselves. Meanwhile, the infantry charged, while the cavalry flanked. A large portion of your forces fall off their horses, out cold.

"So, you don't believe my facts. Ask the Dwarves if you doubt it. We are the second born. You are fifth, or so. I've come with a proposition, listen, or my dear friend's little demonstration; without casualties, mind you. Will be repeated in your city." He said the last world with distaste. He unpacks a table, two chairs, a piece of parchment, and pens. He sits, and starts pouring a few glasses of absinthe.