Slitherine

Morbio wrote:The Helios

Yesterday, the battle for Sakastan reached it's epic climax. The Parthian army, battered and bruised - but not broken, retreated to the safety of the city walls, while the might of Morbious was left to ponder the challenge that faced them. Undaunted the Morbians began to plunder the local forest and construct the ladders and rams that would be needed to force entry to the Parthian capital.

As dawn broke this morning the battle for the city began. Wave after wave of Morbians broke against the walls, while the Parthians were steadfast and rained death on the heroes of Morbious. Death was but a temporary stop on the way to immortality as the Morbians continued to batter the doors and scale the walls, but the Parthians held firm.

By noon, messengers reached the Morbian camp - Phangorian outriders had been spotted in the distant hills. As the storm crows gathered it was time for desperate action, the Morbian champion, the Morbid One, would lead the final assault.

Battle lines were called, trumpets blared and the drums beat the rhythm of doom.

The warriors charged and ladders were thrown against the walls. Many a hero died at the top of the ladder but the brave continued to rise. Finally, the Morbid One ascended and parrying attacks from left and right managed to get a foothold on the ramparts. A blinding riposte killed one, and a thrust to the groin killed a second, giving the Morbian champion a split-seconds respite. In that moment the Morbid One knew what he had to do.....

With a blood curdling scream he charged. Disembowelling one with his sword, and thrusting his dagger into the eye of another he continued his charge. A sword pierced the body of the Morbid One, exiting the back above the hip, but the charge continued. With weapons embedded in the enemy the Morbid One saw no alternative... grasping three Parthian warriors he flung himself of the wall into the city. It was enough, the Morbian guards had the space they needed and gained the wall. The mass of bodies seemed to take an age to fall to the flagstones below, it was during this time that the Morbid One saw what was required. In one move he pulled the sword from his hip and, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the sword to the captain of the gate. End over end the sword spun, but the aim was true and the captain barely had time to wonder why there was a hilt embedded in this throat before he collapsed lifeless to the floor. A sickening crunch followed as the guards were crushed below the Morbid One. Rolling from the lifeless bodies that had absorbed the impact he retrieved his weapons and charged the gate guards - it was enough. Seeing the face of death they knew the game was up and ran. The Morbid One opened the gates and the Morbian elite entered to liberate the city to the cheers of the citizens.

When asked what on earth made him try such a desperate tactic, the Morbid One replied: It was something he's seen in a film

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batesmotel wrote:The Phanagorians cannot allow Morbious to go unpunished for the destruction of the gallant Parthian dynasty. The Phanagorians call the Morbians forth to enjoy higher morbidity in their already depleted ranks. Challenge posted, password "morbid".

Bessus
Shahanshah of Phanagoria

Morbio wrote:The Helios

Yesterday, the battle for Sakastan reached it's epic climax. The Parthian army, battered and bruised - but not broken, retreated to the safety of the city walls, while the might of Morbious was left to ponder the challenge that faced them. Undaunted the Morbians began to plunder the local forest and construct the ladders and rams that would be needed to force entry to the Parthian capital.

As dawn broke this morning the battle for the city began. Wave after wave of Morbians broke against the walls, while the Parthians were steadfast and rained death on the heroes of Morbious. Death was but a temporary stop on the way to immortality as the Morbians continued to batter the doors and scale the walls, but the Parthians held firm.

By noon, messengers reached the Morbian camp - Phangorian outriders had been spotted in the distant hills. As the storm crows gathered it was time for desperate action, the Morbian champion, the Morbid One, would lead the final assault.

Battle lines were called, trumpets blared and the drums beat the rhythm of doom.

The warriors charged and ladders were thrown against the walls. Many a hero died at the top of the ladder but the brave continued to rise. Finally, the Morbid One ascended and parrying attacks from left and right managed to get a foothold on the ramparts. A blinding riposte killed one, and a thrust to the groin killed a second, giving the Morbian champion a split-seconds respite. In that moment the Morbid One knew what he had to do.....

With a blood curdling scream he charged. Disembowelling one with his sword, and thrusting his dagger into the eye of another he continued his charge. A sword pierced the body of the Morbid One, exiting the back above the hip, but the charge continued. With weapons embedded in the enemy the Morbid One saw no alternative... grasping three Parthian warriors he flung himself of the wall into the city. It was enough, the Morbian guards had the space they needed and gained the wall. The mass of bodies seemed to take an age to fall to the flagstones below, it was during this time that the Morbid One saw what was required. In one move he pulled the sword from his hip and, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the sword to the captain of the gate. End over end the sword spun, but the aim was true and the captain barely had time to wonder why there was a hilt embedded in this throat before he collapsed lifeless to the floor. A sickening crunch followed as the guards were crushed below the Morbid One. Rolling from the lifeless bodies that had absorbed the impact he retrieved his weapons and charged the gate guards - it was enough. Seeing the face of death they knew the game was up and ran. The Morbid One opened the gates and the Morbian elite entered to liberate the city to the cheers of the citizens.

When asked what on earth made him try such a desperate tactic, the Morbid One replied: It was something he's seen in a film

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rbodleyscott wrote:New Albia has sought alliance with Kappadokia. We welcome this overture, but first we must test the mettle of New Albia in the white-hot furnace of battle.

Hence we have launched a probing invasion and issued a challenge to glorious battle.

iandavidsmith wrote:

rbodleyscott wrote:New Albia has sought alliance with Kappadokia. We welcome this overture, but first we must test the mettle of New Albia in the white-hot furnace of battle.

Hence we have launched a probing invasion and issued a challenge to glorious battle.

wow , that's a good way to make new friends.

petergarnett wrote:

iandavidsmith wrote:

rbodleyscott wrote:New Albia has sought alliance with Kappadokia. We welcome this overture, but first we must test the mettle of New Albia in the white-hot furnace of battle.

Hence we have launched a probing invasion and issued a challenge to glorious battle.

wow , that's a good way to make new friends.

Certainly a different approach - when offered the hand of friendship cut it off & wait to see if he offers you the other one


I believe Scar & Maximvs are away currently.

We may also have lost RyanDG - not heard from him since mid June.

White81 wrote:maybe we will see what happens - but remember the citizens of New Albia never forget!!

davidfagnand wrote:Hi Guys,

I downloaded the IF Beta, had to re-register my serial # and then the new patch installed and now I have no multi-player games! Is this a system thing or did I screw something up?

davidfagnand wrote:Nice, can I un-install the beta?