Post by MjolnirH on Jun 25, 2005 3:45:10 GMT -5
< Out from the tree line came the line of berserker fury headed straight for the prodigious edifice. As they neared the warriors began their song of glory. >
[glow=orange,2,300]We come for battle, glory to Odin
The blood of my enemies will stain my hands
Warriors brave who fall in battle
To Valhalla they go, Valkyries fly
Crush these fools as they do cower
Meet us in battle!!! Song!!! And Glory!!! [/glow]
< The fanatics standing around the temple just stood there in awe as their doom streaked toward them. The warriors’ formation then changed to a wedge with the captain at the head. They plunged into the crowd of fanatics and not knowing what had even hit them fanatics fell by the droves. Warriors’ swords, axes, hammers, and spiked bucklers slashing, chopping, crushing, and impaling their way to the entrance. The fanatics began to run from the wedge of death. Guards in blue uniforms carrying wicked cudgels and glass steel shields blocked the entrance. The barbarians’ formation wedge slammed into the enemies line with snaps, crunches grunts, groans and screams. The young Barbarian Leader’s berserker rage was in full he laid into the enemy about him with his Thor blessed hammer the stench of charred flesh from the electricity of the hammer began to fill his nostrils and speed him on to even greater acts of carnage. The warriors broke through into the temple to find the elite guard drilling with opposing lines crashing into one another.
The elite guard then saw the deadly warriors charging them. The military leaders off to the side screaming orders as the guard scrambled to form a defense. The witchdancers began to cast their insidious spells leaping and tumbling and thrashing about whirling their deadly stringy fronds through the air as they began their chant. >
[glow=pink,2,300]go go team ra ra ra
at em team make them beg for their ma
you losers, we can’t be beat
so you might as well go home
you’ll never stand the heat
all you’ll do is whine and moan [/glow]
< Waves of nausea from the magical battle armor of the elite guard assaulted the warriors as well as group-casted symbol of hopelessness. But these are no mere men; they are barbarians from the north and were forged by the harsh elements into primordial steel. They are filled with fury and lust charging through the rolling waves of magic as if it were the wind. The young barbarian captain spied the captain of the elite guard, the evil Tterb Evraf, and with a growl the wedge streaked toward him. The two forces clashed together weapons swinging. The cheese head elite closed in around their wedge immediately and men from the rear of the circle leap as if to land and pile onto the barbarian forces. As that was happening the elite leader began to throw oblong spiked missiles into the fray, and the witchdancers tossed the entangling fronds. >
< Some of the barbarian warriors went down under the crushing pile on attacks. And many were entangled helpless within the stringy fronds. The young barbarian captain charged the captain elite who was still lobbing spiky missiles into the melee. Three guards rushed to meet the berserker attack screaming, “Blitz”. The guard in the lead came for MH with both his arms extended palms head out toward him in a pushing motion. MH quick-stepped left crouching down then leaned in and out shot his hammer slamming into the guards kneecap shattering it. Down the man went writhing on the ground calling out the word, “MEDIC!!!!” of the other two one of them charged the barbarian in a manner like the first while his fellow guard moved around to flank the barbarian. MH sprang up from his crouch heaving his hammer with all of his might into one great throw. The hammer launched toward the onrushing guard in a spinning blur smashing into the face guard of his helm crumpling it to strike at his head beneath. there was a sickening wet crunching sound as the hammer crushed the man’s skull the rest of his helm being the only thing holding it together. After throwing his hammer MH spun on the guard flanking him. The barbarian stepped forward bringing his elbow straight out and across hitting it’s mark, the guards throat, the guard gasped and sputtered for air while the Barbarian captain grabbed his foe pressed him over his head and lunged his living missile at the captain elite. The cheese head captain paused in his missile throwing and leaped for cover the flying guardsman missed him slamming into the ground his neck snapping to the side and he breathed no more. While the captain elite was recovering from his leap MH sprinted over and retrieved his hammer.
The two leaders then walked in a slow circle taking measure of one another. While behind them most of the elite guard was dead their piles having been undone and the entangling fronds ripped to shreds by berserker strength. The remaining barbarian forces, now only 29 strong, charge the dreaded witch dancers who shrieked and began to run.
Apart from the distant battle sounds within this deadly circle of two warriors only the crackling of the ones hammer hummed. The captain elite stared into the pale blue of the other eyes and saw there a raging fire of such raw animal power he was frightened, but having been a veteran of many battles he steeled himself for the ensuing melee. Quicker than his barbarian foe Tterb Evraf roosters his arm back and a dull red glowing oblong missile appears in his hand and just as fast that arm shoots forward launching the deadly missile at his foe. In that slit second attack the barbarian begins forward when the missile strikes him square in the chest. Hot binding agony assaults the young barbarian as red lightning insidiously weaves it’s way around his body, he falls to the ground writhing in agony. >
Somewhere in the distance, through the searing pain a maniacal taunting laughter reaches the ears of the young barbarian captain stirring within him a fury and instinct for survival unmatched by any save those from the north. With the fury comes the deadening of the pain to a dull ache. MH opens his eyes to see his enemy laugh at his pain, with the red lightning still writhing around him stoic man of the mighty northern tribes slowly begins to stand never taking his eyes off his foe.
The captain elite’s laughter chokes to an abrupt stop when he sees the barbarian slowly begin to stand his red lightning still eating away at the man!!!!>
What are you?
<With gritted teeth, and eyes aflame staring at his foe MH stands and begins to walk toward the Captain elite. His right hand shoots out clamping around the man’s throat and with a feral growl lifts him from the ground squeezing the life out of him>
I am Mjolnir of the Aesir and you are dead
< The captain elite felt his windpipe close and his body leave the ground, but he was entranced by the vision of his death he saw burning within such pale blue eyes. As if waking from a dream by lack of oxygen the captain elite became desperate and began to summon lighting missiles repeatedly slamming them into the unmovable barbarian crushing the life from him, spots began to swim before him. He no longer had the strength to lift his arm. The barbarian captain stared into the eyes of his foe as the man died when the last vestiges of life spark had left his enemy’s eyes he tossed the dead captain to the ground. With his death the captain elite’s red lightning faded from the injured barbarian. His rage ebbing, pain and agony assaulted him once again. The barbarian captain falls to the ground black oblivion rushing up to claim him. >
< Everywhere the melee had come to a standstill the barbarians and elite guard both transfixed by the battle of the two captains. Seeing the barbarian captain fall to the ground his skin the color of white ash with ribs, and some other bones showing where the red lightning had cooked the flesh off. The remaining barbarian force screamed the name of their captain as a war cry and lay into the elite guard who tried to flee but failed being killed to a man. The 23 barbarians left grabbed the body of their captain and his hammer sped out of the temple and ran south toward this mysterious shrine, for they knew that even as the fanatics were parting before them in fear that fear would soon turn to anger and they would give chase. Their leader hanging to life by a mere thread that the Norns could cut at any time, they could only hope that Odin in his great wisdom would heal the young captain. >
hehehe ;D
[glow=orange,2,300]We come for battle, glory to Odin
The blood of my enemies will stain my hands
Warriors brave who fall in battle
To Valhalla they go, Valkyries fly
Crush these fools as they do cower
Meet us in battle!!! Song!!! And Glory!!! [/glow]
< The fanatics standing around the temple just stood there in awe as their doom streaked toward them. The warriors’ formation then changed to a wedge with the captain at the head. They plunged into the crowd of fanatics and not knowing what had even hit them fanatics fell by the droves. Warriors’ swords, axes, hammers, and spiked bucklers slashing, chopping, crushing, and impaling their way to the entrance. The fanatics began to run from the wedge of death. Guards in blue uniforms carrying wicked cudgels and glass steel shields blocked the entrance. The barbarians’ formation wedge slammed into the enemies line with snaps, crunches grunts, groans and screams. The young Barbarian Leader’s berserker rage was in full he laid into the enemy about him with his Thor blessed hammer the stench of charred flesh from the electricity of the hammer began to fill his nostrils and speed him on to even greater acts of carnage. The warriors broke through into the temple to find the elite guard drilling with opposing lines crashing into one another.
The elite guard then saw the deadly warriors charging them. The military leaders off to the side screaming orders as the guard scrambled to form a defense. The witchdancers began to cast their insidious spells leaping and tumbling and thrashing about whirling their deadly stringy fronds through the air as they began their chant. >
[glow=pink,2,300]go go team ra ra ra
at em team make them beg for their ma
you losers, we can’t be beat
so you might as well go home
you’ll never stand the heat
all you’ll do is whine and moan [/glow]
< Waves of nausea from the magical battle armor of the elite guard assaulted the warriors as well as group-casted symbol of hopelessness. But these are no mere men; they are barbarians from the north and were forged by the harsh elements into primordial steel. They are filled with fury and lust charging through the rolling waves of magic as if it were the wind. The young barbarian captain spied the captain of the elite guard, the evil Tterb Evraf, and with a growl the wedge streaked toward him. The two forces clashed together weapons swinging. The cheese head elite closed in around their wedge immediately and men from the rear of the circle leap as if to land and pile onto the barbarian forces. As that was happening the elite leader began to throw oblong spiked missiles into the fray, and the witchdancers tossed the entangling fronds. >
< Some of the barbarian warriors went down under the crushing pile on attacks. And many were entangled helpless within the stringy fronds. The young barbarian captain charged the captain elite who was still lobbing spiky missiles into the melee. Three guards rushed to meet the berserker attack screaming, “Blitz”. The guard in the lead came for MH with both his arms extended palms head out toward him in a pushing motion. MH quick-stepped left crouching down then leaned in and out shot his hammer slamming into the guards kneecap shattering it. Down the man went writhing on the ground calling out the word, “MEDIC!!!!” of the other two one of them charged the barbarian in a manner like the first while his fellow guard moved around to flank the barbarian. MH sprang up from his crouch heaving his hammer with all of his might into one great throw. The hammer launched toward the onrushing guard in a spinning blur smashing into the face guard of his helm crumpling it to strike at his head beneath. there was a sickening wet crunching sound as the hammer crushed the man’s skull the rest of his helm being the only thing holding it together. After throwing his hammer MH spun on the guard flanking him. The barbarian stepped forward bringing his elbow straight out and across hitting it’s mark, the guards throat, the guard gasped and sputtered for air while the Barbarian captain grabbed his foe pressed him over his head and lunged his living missile at the captain elite. The cheese head captain paused in his missile throwing and leaped for cover the flying guardsman missed him slamming into the ground his neck snapping to the side and he breathed no more. While the captain elite was recovering from his leap MH sprinted over and retrieved his hammer.
The two leaders then walked in a slow circle taking measure of one another. While behind them most of the elite guard was dead their piles having been undone and the entangling fronds ripped to shreds by berserker strength. The remaining barbarian forces, now only 29 strong, charge the dreaded witch dancers who shrieked and began to run.
Apart from the distant battle sounds within this deadly circle of two warriors only the crackling of the ones hammer hummed. The captain elite stared into the pale blue of the other eyes and saw there a raging fire of such raw animal power he was frightened, but having been a veteran of many battles he steeled himself for the ensuing melee. Quicker than his barbarian foe Tterb Evraf roosters his arm back and a dull red glowing oblong missile appears in his hand and just as fast that arm shoots forward launching the deadly missile at his foe. In that slit second attack the barbarian begins forward when the missile strikes him square in the chest. Hot binding agony assaults the young barbarian as red lightning insidiously weaves it’s way around his body, he falls to the ground writhing in agony. >
Somewhere in the distance, through the searing pain a maniacal taunting laughter reaches the ears of the young barbarian captain stirring within him a fury and instinct for survival unmatched by any save those from the north. With the fury comes the deadening of the pain to a dull ache. MH opens his eyes to see his enemy laugh at his pain, with the red lightning still writhing around him stoic man of the mighty northern tribes slowly begins to stand never taking his eyes off his foe.
The captain elite’s laughter chokes to an abrupt stop when he sees the barbarian slowly begin to stand his red lightning still eating away at the man!!!!>
What are you?
<With gritted teeth, and eyes aflame staring at his foe MH stands and begins to walk toward the Captain elite. His right hand shoots out clamping around the man’s throat and with a feral growl lifts him from the ground squeezing the life out of him>
I am Mjolnir of the Aesir and you are dead
< The captain elite felt his windpipe close and his body leave the ground, but he was entranced by the vision of his death he saw burning within such pale blue eyes. As if waking from a dream by lack of oxygen the captain elite became desperate and began to summon lighting missiles repeatedly slamming them into the unmovable barbarian crushing the life from him, spots began to swim before him. He no longer had the strength to lift his arm. The barbarian captain stared into the eyes of his foe as the man died when the last vestiges of life spark had left his enemy’s eyes he tossed the dead captain to the ground. With his death the captain elite’s red lightning faded from the injured barbarian. His rage ebbing, pain and agony assaulted him once again. The barbarian captain falls to the ground black oblivion rushing up to claim him. >
< Everywhere the melee had come to a standstill the barbarians and elite guard both transfixed by the battle of the two captains. Seeing the barbarian captain fall to the ground his skin the color of white ash with ribs, and some other bones showing where the red lightning had cooked the flesh off. The remaining barbarian force screamed the name of their captain as a war cry and lay into the elite guard who tried to flee but failed being killed to a man. The 23 barbarians left grabbed the body of their captain and his hammer sped out of the temple and ran south toward this mysterious shrine, for they knew that even as the fanatics were parting before them in fear that fear would soon turn to anger and they would give chase. Their leader hanging to life by a mere thread that the Norns could cut at any time, they could only hope that Odin in his great wisdom would heal the young captain. >
hehehe ;D