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Post by Umaril on Jan 24, 2007 10:27:24 GMT -5
I'll get working on the next chapter soon enough.
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Post by me on Jan 24, 2007 10:29:08 GMT -5
HURRY! Try to update befofore I go to school in the next two to three minutes!
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Post by Umaril on Jan 24, 2007 11:32:41 GMT -5
*Updates*
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 24, 2007 15:44:15 GMT -5
It was rally good. I was hoping for the sun peering over the castle and gazing upon the charging men right when the charge began though, then gandalf would come over the jerrals. ;D Anyway, nice update. I didn't see any grammar errors...
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Post by Umaril on Jan 24, 2007 16:26:32 GMT -5
Thank you!
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Post by uesugi on Jan 24, 2007 16:37:04 GMT -5
Wow... Seems like I missed a bit... Well, that's what happens when you have your nose in a book, studying *reminds himself to go do some more of that later* Anyway, Umaril, good updates. I really, really like this story
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Post by Umaril on Jan 24, 2007 17:42:05 GMT -5
Thanks again for reading everyone!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 24, 2007 19:37:35 GMT -5
No!... thank you.
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Post by me on Jan 24, 2007 21:34:42 GMT -5
Did you really update ao are you pulling my leg?
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Post by Umaril on Jan 25, 2007 14:47:44 GMT -5
I didn't know you leg was that long!
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Post by Umaril on Jan 25, 2007 14:51:09 GMT -5
This is the story of an episode of Podge and Rodge (Irish puppet comedian twins that are dirty little feckers), I'll try and find the video itself Pullin' Me Leg As Granny O'Leprosy's Womens' human sacrifice night raged downstairs, Podge told of the origin of the saying "pulling my leg." In the 1800's, a young chap by the name of Oliver Feely from Borris In Ársary travelled up to Dublin for the first time to visit his sister, who worked there. As he walked around prior to meeting her, he witnessed a public hearing, presided over by Judge Breachneach, or Judge Breakneck. So called because of his fondness for the death penalty. A highwayman, standing trial, was asked to point to the ring leader if he himself was not guilty. He pointed to Oliver standing in the crowd. The Judge quickly passed sentence and sent the innocent youngster to his death by hanging. His sister was amongst the baying crowds that lined the streets, and begged for his release. The Judge showed a certain amount of compassion : in the days before gallows, it could take up to 20 minutes for the unfortunate prisoners to strangle. He allowed Oliver's sister to pull on his legs as he dangled in order to speed up the horrible process.
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Post by Maliku on Jan 25, 2007 21:20:04 GMT -5
The update was VERY good. The Nedic language thing just seems kind of throw in there though.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 26, 2007 11:57:06 GMT -5
How do you mean?
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Post by Umaril on Feb 2, 2007 14:48:57 GMT -5
Chapter Fifteen: Survivors
Angrond stuffed the small square into his pocket and looked at the figure on the ground. It was a Wood Elf. He wore an outfit of blue, orange and green and had messy brown hair. Angrond turned away from the corpse and walked around the town looking for survivors. A sign for "The Two Sister's Lodge" lay at the side of the alleyway, scratched and torn by the nails of zombies. Suddenly, the door on the left hand side of the alley burst open and an Orc woman came out - screaming battle cries as she charged down the street. Her sword was covered in blood as was her clothes. Angrond walked across the Gold Road in the centre of town and passed over to the north side.
A Nord woman stood beside a Breton man. The woman wore a full set of steel armour and carried a huge warhammer. She was cracking zombie skulls open and tearing skeletons apart with it as beside her, the Breton with a silver longsword battled a lich. The lich sent a fireball flying towards him as Angrond rushed in to help. The Breton was hit full force in the chest and it powered him backwards against a wooden fence. The fence broke and the man landed on a hot furnace, the furnace belonging to the smith. The man screamed as his back was burnt. He picked a still hot dagger that had been formerly lying half-in the furnace, and sent it flying towards the lich.
The ethereal creature hissed as the dagger lodged in it's outer shield form - the sickly green-coloured flesh smelling terrible as it burnt. Angrond swung towards the lich, decapitating the flimsy head from the beast. Looking around as the remnants of the Undead army were destroyed, the ranger cried in triumph. The town was lost, but it could be rebuilt again, and this ranger was not going to pass this attack by. The necromancers would have to be destroyed - every last one. Walking through the centre of town along the Gold Road, Angrond, along with the Nord, the dying Breton and Ah-Malz met up with the Castle guard captain and his company of Skingrad Guards.
"A good day it is, my friend. You fought well." He said. "I came through here on an errand, and I feel you should all know of it now. The necromancer king, Rothvor Throser, has been looking for a set of weapons - not ordinary weapons are they either, they are those of Andraste Wolfbane, Nord Champion." Angrond looked around as the men exchanged glances. "I know now that a man of his rank would have no need of such things - he means to use them for other, more evil plans. As of yet, I haven't figured out why he might need them, but I should know soon, for I am taking the first ship out of Anvil to the Ayleid crypts of Lorendava, where I shall destroy this man." "You are brave - foolish perhaps, but do not let that dampen your spirits. You are a man of strong calibur, and no doubt you will put up a fight to the grave-diggers. However, I will ask that you stay one more day for the banquet, as you see not all of the town has perished, and will be willing to put together a celebratory meal for the saviour of Skingrad - be it destroyed or otherwise." "Banquets are for those with time on their hands captain, and I am not that. Time is running out as we speak and I fear another attack, maybe Anvil this time. So I'm afraid there will be no king's meal for me tonight - To Anvil is where I go now, whatever awaits me there. Farewell." With that Angrond continued his journey into the west, to the bright grasses of the Gold Coast.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 2, 2007 16:00:34 GMT -5
Nice update. A lot transpired. I like anvil, and the pirates are bound to be a nuisance to angrond, but they don't know what they are getting themselves into. Kepp it up.
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