Heisenberg said
I was making a joke =p
No fun allowed. Stop it.
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No fun allowed. Stop it.
Thailen watched the distant flare slowly fade out of sight as Erasmus talked. The thick fog made it hard to find landmarks to use as potential directional guides, and she feared that if she turned away, she would lose sight of where to go. So it was that when she answered, it was with her back turned to the group, head slightly turned, and eyes locked straight ahead. "I agree. The longer it takes us to get to Wren, the more likely it is she'll have to move to avoid-" Thailen stopped, trying to think of what may await in the dead lands. "Avoid whatever is out there."
Images of grasping claws and towering shadows filled her mind, flitted across her vision. Raising her knuckles to her lips, Thailen muttered a quiet prayer. Mortals were not meant to face foes such as this, not alone. Yet there was no other choice. Without the gods, they were all that was left, and the world relied upon the frailty of man. With a grimace, Thailen adjusted the sword hanging at her hip and the whip slung over her shoulder.
Around them, the fog continued to mock, and tried to fill her mind with doubt. The sounds of her companions and of the departing boat were muffled. They became flat and distant, as if from a dream. Everything began to drift away, leaving her alone amidst the dead and blood. No. She had to focus, had to ignore it. "The devout need not fear," she murmured, "for they shall be held aloft and blessed. They will fight in Their name and be shielded, and will never be in vain." Taking a deep breath, Thailen lowered her hand and began to stride forward. "Let's go. We can't risk missing her."
Since everyone is throwing their Skypes around, I may as well add mine to the fray.
Skype account: Herzinth, me.quinn@hotmail.com. And, uh, current name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
Skype account: Herzinth, me.quinn@hotmail.com. And, uh, current name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
Sathanas Rex said
Which set is that card from? I don't recognize it, but it's really really good.
Probably custom. I think I recognize the set symbol from a set we and some other people were working on together ages ago.
Azathoth said
I like Bravo's more, actually.Edit: Full View
Do you have a link to the original artist somewhere? I like collecting fantasy-esque artists.
Jorick said
Quoting a post strips out all coding tags and everything that was in between them. It's pretty goofy.
Now I want either size or colour added, so that I can BBCode it to be perfectly normal, except it disappears when quoted.
Kadaeux said
Of course, if you tried to swallow it hilt first you deserve exactly what you'll get ;p
The ability to spit swords from your gaping maw?
Awesome.
Nah, I can't see it either.
Why not use imgur or something?
Why not use imgur or something?
I decided to try and minmax the system. Using a province build that Jorick came up with (1 Capital City; 3 Medium Cities; 4 Fortresses; 29 Plains/Rivers) we get 384 RP. Go with Snotlings. Slave regiment snotlings. We get 614,400 soldiers, or 3072 regimens of infantry and/or archers.
Of course, you could also make them zombies, in which case each one costs ~-0.93 RP, resulting in infinite RP and thus infinite armies.
EDIT: Anything that costs 4 RP can be made into slave zombies in order to gain infinite amounts.
Of course, you could also make them zombies, in which case each one costs ~-0.93 RP, resulting in infinite RP and thus infinite armies.
EDIT: Anything that costs 4 RP can be made into slave zombies in order to gain infinite amounts.
Azathoth said
NNope.
Jorick said
You were saying?
I'm sorry, I'm not seeing complete tails here.
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