Warthog - running

[Fantomen]

I agree Squirrel, but Samulus is not on this fora unfortunately. Nag at him in dom3mods

[Nikelaos]

A wild Koschei appeared. No virgins be safe no moar.

[Squirrelloid]

wait, virgins were safe before? Fatality, god of Abysia, does formally protest any such insinuation.

Problems with virgins being too safe? Send them to us - we'll take care of [s]them[/s]it.

Edit: Is there no strikethrough command on this forum?

[Nikelaos]

atleast sacrificed virgins get their essenced used usefully (demons yay), but virgins raped by koschei? I swear, we need to escort him in and out of the lab incase he does anything.

[Dark Kitty]

Disguise a few Fivefold Angels as young maiden and tell them to roam around the lab...

[Nikelaos]

Tried that, apparently wearing make-up is a sin...damn you religious extremeists!

[Fantomen]

Careful what you say, those are what keeps you from being domkilled you know.

[Dark Kitty]

Put it on anyway, it's not like they can remove it (unless they're very handy with their feet :P)

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[Fantomen]

Pug rested after yet another victory, leisurely cleaned his armour from blood and reflecting on how fast you got used to the act of killing. The campaign had been successful and scouts reported that several other more powerful forces had followed to claim the world for Pothead. The future seemed pleasantly dark. (obviously a positive term for Agarthans)

Suddenly the watch sounded the signal of alarm, clang of steel and shouting was everywhere. Pug rushed out of the tent just in time to face a magnificent fay horse rearing above him. The rider was a tall blond man with feirce blue eyes screaming like mad in a strange language. The heavy hoofs came down and struck the unarmed Pug to the ground. Just before dying Pug absentmindedly reflected upon the fact that these warriors must have been after the same garrison that the Agarthans had just fought, in order to claim this land as their own.

"Dying by accident... somehow it fits perfectly" Those were the last words of Agarthas first fighting commander, words neither heard nor remembered.

But Pothead heard those words in his head, as he heard the words and thoughts of all his servants. And they made him chuckle to himself as he took another drag on the hookah.

[Nikelaos]

The Druzinha were a force to be reckoned with, skilled and deadly they swiftly cut down all in their way. Province after province fell, and the list of vassal states grew - The heroes of Rus had built an empire. Their travels took them far and wide in and across the horizon they were promised.

They met other great nations along the way, among them the Ashen Empire of Ermor. Here the land was barren, the people fell in such great numbers that it were as if a plague had swept the land, and the dead rose continueing to praise the grim god of death. The foreign faith wormed it's way into the lands of Rus, and soon Bogarussian people had fallen to the plague dominion of the death god.

The Princes agreed enough was enough and the Druzinha rode of to destroy this threat. Upon reaching a fortress of the dead, these great men witnessed skeletons rising to protect it. The Druzinha were known to be great brave men, but a fear overcame them. "How do we kill that which is already dead?" one man asked. Obaric the chosen scout emerged from the shadows. "Let me show you" he replied with an authoritative voice. Throwing his arms into the air he called down the divine might of Vladmina to banish the dead back to the underworld, two score and five he destroyed in total. Meanwhile Sviatoslav rallied the men to charge at those whom Obaric had missed. Lances shattered ribs, swords cleaved skulls, and all manner of bones were crushed beneath hooves. All the dead were laid back to rest, and not a single hero of Bogarus had died. They celebrated their triumph over death, but knew a larger battle was soon to come, it is then that they shall earn their status as heroes.